Ypsilanti High School - Ypsi Dixit Yearbook (Ypsilanti, MI)

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q ai Gridley, were trying to force down a horse belonging to Arthur Davis a spoonful of Byron Wilson’s Cure-All. We started to walk to town, but soon Dr. Hartwell Russ picked us up. He told us that Edward Palmer had tried to stop a train with his flivver, and couldn’t quite hold his own against it. Ed. had heard Mr. Ross say that all things seem impossible until someone does them. Dr. Russ let us out on the corner near the old high schooi building. Thinking that we needed a little fixing up, we went down town to a barber shop. Gold letters announced it to be one of the chain of White-Hart shops. We later saw Helen and she said the barber business was an ideal one. We saw Mr. Hart himself shaving off someone’s immense beard. After he had worked some ten or fifteen minutes we recognized Darrel Gunn. He must have renounced the Houseof David and returned to his former. life. The city had surely changed. What used to be the Kecrea- tion was now a gentlemen’s reading room. Robert Leland had done this great work in his national campaign against smoking and pool halls. Gerald Wilson, Mr. Leland’s chief helper, said he had=qust. sent..im.-an . order: tor -fitty. “Complete ‘sete of Shakespeare for use in his work in Hungry Hill. Eleanor Maegie’s khaki shirts for girls were also putting Ypsi on the map. We went over to the Huron Hotel to get a room, but Phyllis Jones, the matron of the place, told us we were in the home of retired or disabled lumberjacks. Marie Jones had founded it out of her generosity. Our old classmates, George McDonald, Carl Magle and Frank Anderson, were sitting around in easy chairs. | asked them how they got there, and they told me that lumbering was such hard work that one must quit early in life. Back in the good old high school building we found Louts Marks holding down the job of principal . He informed us that only. ene color. of: excuses. were needed... }.dont’.. think there-4s anyone who doubts the color. Don Palmer was filling Mr. Drake's position, and although he wasn’t quite the man Dobby was, still he was growing. After graduating with highest honor, Martha Richter was teaching United States history. We picked up a paper and began to read. The head-lines of a trial drew our attention. Reynolds Congdon had been accused of violating the Sanderson anti-trust law. He had trusted Harry Collins with five hundred dollars. Charles Gault had issued fake oil stock, but his lawyer, Louise Rorabacher, was sure of clearing him. Roy Graichen had just established a home for reformed criminals. Marion Raymond declared that John Challis, his trainer, said he could fight Battling Siki if Siki ever grew up to his size. The Capitol theater in. Detroit was featuring Lissa

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A few months later I met my old school friend, Clarence Stein, and we went to South America to seek our fortunes. There we bought a large hacienda back up in the mountains. Our adventures in that wonderful country were too numerous to mention, so I will just speak of the diamond mine we found, after which we made a trip back to the homes of our friends in great splendor. | It was almost impossible to get Stein to go with me, for he had married a most beautiful senorita. I begged for days before he consented to leave for a week or two. It took us two days to get our aeroplane limosine tuned up ready for the flight, but finally we hopped off and pointed across Brazil toward the coast. I pulled out the radio and soon was tuning in on the biggest stations of North America. The beautiful tones of Pat Whipple’s voice came to me through the air and I grew almost mad with homesickness. | We had shut off the motor and were gliding when the familiar strains of “Onward, Christian Soldiers,’ reached my ears. I look below and saw that popular senior, Harold Lonskey, at his work of spreading the gospel among the savages. A few hundred miles farther we saw Demas Manseau, the general of a band of revolutionists, dressed in a somewhat thread- bare but gaudy uniform. His heavy black beard and powerful look made him appear the terrible man that he was. Yes, he had changed a lot in that fifteen years. After many days of travel we arrived at Washington, D. C. In search of our old friends, we went to the Capitol. As we came into the halls of Congress we heard a great debate taking place. Wyland Pepper and Harvey Sanderson were trying to put through the famous Harvey-Horseradish protective tariff. In the Senate we found Gladys Bayler president. She told us that under her rule there was absolutely no scandal. We walked down-town and into an art shop. To our sur- prise we found Carl Pray painting a beautiful life-size portrait of Thelma Martin. Just then a parade came up the street, so we went out to see it. The famous football player, C arl Signor, held a banner aloft which read “Votes for Women.” It must be that they had lost the right to vote during our absence. Anna Schiller, Elsie Paull, Dorothy Miller, Elsie Klein and Kathaleen Kelley were directly behind Carl, and were backing him and his banner to the limit. A few hours later we landed in a field near Ypsilanti. We walked over to where some men were gathered around a horse. Robert Lord, now a great veterinary, and his helper, Donald 28

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Driscoll and Frances. Leighton in Adah Root’s latest novel, “The Accomplishment of Big Things.” ‘Francis Whipple and his accompanist, Iris Evans, were to appear in Orchestra Hall that evening. “The Follies” were advertising an all-star chorus composed of Alice Breining, Mildred Arnet, Delphine Varney, Mildred Alexander, Elsa Utter and Lucile Hankaasor. borrowed from the Mack Sennett Film Company for the occasion. I turned to the advertisements in search of more old friends. Bessie Wheatley and Alice Whitmer advertised fancy flowers grown in their mamimioth greenhouse. A full page ad. of the Harry Sullivan Clothing Company appeared. Later when we met Henrietta McGough on the street she said the clothing business was not so bad. some pictures on the back page drew my attention. One was of Warren Bailey. He was running for president on a very wet ticket. The other was of Helen Squiers with a group of children. She had found her life-work in helping the poor ‘cChicren of theme erties, Again we started out to look for a room. Soon we met Irene Kinsey, Ethel Hawkins, Hazel Green, Marian Perkins, Olith Wood and Dorothy Wijloughby. They were in Ypsilanti at a teachers’ convention. A. few feet farther we passed the Gertrude Pinneo and Susan Rathfon Art Shop. Two nurses went by on the other side of the street, and at a second glance we recognized them to be Jean Paton and Helen Matthews. As we turned a corner we met Wallace W hiting. He told us he had been studying business correspondence Sere George Miller for twevle years.and that he soon hoped to get his degree. We asked him to tell us of some. of our old Sends. The Michigan Centrail railroad at Detroit found it hard to get much work ce after Ruth Sevey got out of school. Dorothy Hewitt was still Dick Hurdley’s inspiration in his advanced study of astronomy. Robert Galley and Elizabeth Wilber had gone some- where, he didn’t know where. Lynden Avery was running a bakery with the help of his wife, Evelyn Edwards, and his stenographer, Elizabeth Baker. At Wally’s suggestion we went down to the Commerce Truck Company. There we found Edward Bauer and Alfred Forche under the care of Remington Voorhees, the chief designer. On the way back to the down-town section we passed the Hazel Alban Hair Shop. A’ card in the window showed she specialized in Helen Beal’s hair bleacher, Hazel Bowerman’s hair dye, and Esther Ewell’s latest method of splicing hair. 30