The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1900-04-27
Glass Prophecies.
BARRETT SCHOOL, 1900.

grade of Barrett school were, | deter
mined TO stop off on my journey and call
on as many of them as possible.
My first visit l had planned before
starting, and was to stop at Flagstaff,
Arizona. Immediately after alighting
from the train at Flagstaff was met by
a young man wearing large white hat
and pair Of snaps, who said he was
Byron Smith, the cattle man. We
mounted the ponies in waiting and
started for the ranch. "Well, Byron"
| said, as we road along, 81 never
thought you would turn out to be cow
boy" 81 suppose not" said he, "but |
guess it is the result Of early training.
You remember how the boys used to
ride me on rail when they got chance
at school, don't your"
We had now arrived at the large stock
ranch and on entering the house / was
introduced to Mrs. Smith, whom after
wards learned was a Spanish lady.
On the morning Of the second day /
bid Mr.. Smith and his wife farewell and
continued my journey on to Oakland,
California, whore stopped to view the
city. Next moAning while strolling down
the street, l noticed highly logged
young man sitting in an office reading a
letter. soon recognized him as Frank
Gibbons Mr.. Gibbons told me he had
| Just received letter from lady friend
Of his who was now teaching school in
Baker City. | told him that | supposed
he was working on the fiume in Hood
River. He then informed me that he
was now representing the Prudential
| life insurance company.
The next day, being the Fourth of
July, we decided to take a trip up to
Sacramento to celebrate, and hear DON
aid Hill, who was to be the orator of the
day. was well pleased with Mr.. Hills
speech and wanted to have the honor of
shaking hands with him and ask him if
he remembered the time he gave us the
speech on '0ld Indian Relics at Barrett
school, but Of course did not get the
chance on account of the dense crowd.
now started north, next stopping at
Grants Pass, and from there took a
bicycle and rode four miles down the
valley till | came to the large fruit farm
of Ralph Hinrichs. found Mr.. Hin
richs prospering, being no more single
man but having frau and seven children.
Being anxious to get to Hood River, l
started on again, stopping one day in
Portland, where met Miss Andry Mark
ley in the employ Of Olds & King, "a clerk.
The next morning took passage on the
steamer for Hood River. Early in the
afternoon we came in sight of this great
city with its steeples, domes and palaces.
At the dock met my old friend Alfred
Ingalls,. When / approached him and
made myself known he said, "Well, I'll
be blowed if it isn't the Deaconl" Mr..
Ingalls, insisted on my going to his home,
which found was a large brick house
opposite Reciprocity corner. Here I
met another member OF the eighth grade,
Mr.. Ingalls, wife, whom had known in
school days as Miss Richardson. | also
became acquainted with their two child
rem, Nettie and Frank. During my stay
with Mr.. Ingalls, learned of the many
changes which had taken place in the
valley. He told me he was skid greaser
in large logging camp. Max Hinrich,
he said, was married and farming the
old homestead and that Orpha Markley
was known as Mrs. Hinrich He said,
Miss Kemp and Flora Wilson were living
somewhere on the East Side, patching
together as hermets; this change in
their lives being due to some bitter dis
appointment when they were girls. |
now leave Hood River by the O. II. & n.
east on my return to Denver. As jour
neyed along to the eastward on the train
| picked up an Oregonian, and in glancing
over its columns | noticed the ad of AL
bert Kelley as proprietor of the Golden
Rule hotel of pendleton. | decided to
stop at Pendleton and see if this was the
same boy we used to call Kelli at school.
On my arrival took the bus for the
hotel and inquired for the landlord, who
soon appeared, and, sure enough, it was
Bert Kelley, the old Grant county stage
driver. After short talk, Bert led the
way to the other end of the Office and
pointed out two large framed diplomas
On one | read his own name and on the
other the name of Miss Edith Moore
Just then the door opened and there en-.
tered the landlady, whom Bert intro.
duced as his wife. The evening was
spent in talking over old times, telling
them of my trip and where l had met
different members of the class. Mrs
Kelley told me Grace Upton, whom
had not heard of, was now music
teacher in some large city in the East
Bert brought out his diary, which he
had written during the winter of 80
and read of such adventures as going tC
Bethel, oyster suppers, parties, etc.
As time was growing short, | pro
ceeded the next morning on my journey
eastward until | reached Baker City
where another stop was made. In the
| "a 4 L. % ,,r,l
school, where found Miss Arvilla Poort
in charge of one room containing abou
fifty enthusiastic young Americans. She
said she had heard of my being in Oak
land and therefore had many questions
to ask about the city and some of it
people. She inquired about Professor
Barnes, but | told her had not seer
nor heard OF him so far, but l would mo-
be surprised to meet him as an actor
with some famous dramatic troupe.