Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-19

iASW " oluuy Ch6hou.
 On my way back to my hotel
 passed the undertaking parlors O
 James Carmody, and l muttered tt
 myself Wordsworth immortal line
 The child is father of the man." I One day during my visit I wen
 into large department store. As
 was looking at a new cook book
 which, 1 learned from the title page
 had been written by Mary Corcoran l heard a lady behind me ask, T.
 my hat on straight?" and turning
 saw Olive Woodward talking witt
 Ethel Doolittle. Introducing my
 self, I learned that Miss Woodward
 was principal of Watertown high school, and that Miss Doolittle wal
 accomplishing much in the line oi
 teaching mathematics.
 I The words of our class song, sung
 by a most musical feminine voice
 now burst upon my ears, and as ii
 drawn by a magnet I hastened to
 the music department. There q
 thrilling sight met my eyes. On a I stand, surrounded by large crowd
 sat Helen Kenyon, playing a piano
 and Clara Bitz singing the song of I my old class. When they had fin
 ished I approached and asked the
 girls how it happened that they were engaged in such a manner. They
 replied that they were making a
 concert tour of the large depart ment stores, playing high class music. g. |
 After bidding them farewell I went to take the elevator to the next floor. As I was entering l knocked ten or twenty books out of a lady s hand, and on turning back, met the stern gaze of Ruth Fitzsimons. Dur ing the time was picking up the books she told me she had become librarian in Wolcott.
 l succeeded in reaching the next floor without further adventure and there saw crowd of women playing football around hat counter. A floor walker told me that Margaret Doran was head of the millinery de- partment and had made it a suc- cess, as l could see by the crowd.
 The hustle and hustle tired me, so l started to leave. When about to enter the elevator to go down, thought I-heard a familiar voice, and turning beheld Kathryn O'Neill engaged in the gentle art of dress making.
 After remaining a few more days without meeting any more of the class, l took car for New Haven. When passing through the city of Cheshire at ninety miles an hour, we struck carriage containing two ladies, and as result the car was wrecked. When I4woke Edith Brad ley and Eleanor Moss were pouring water on my face. They agreed to let me ride with them down to the station, and on the way I learned that Miss Bradley had become physical culture teacher, and Miss Moss a noted chemist. In answer to my inquiries concerning the remain ing Cheshireites, l was told that Hazel French was married to the mayor of Cheshire and that the last member of the quartet, Elsie Rob- erts, could be found at her large hair dressing parlors in Mixville.
 At the station I was informed that the weekly train had just left, but that a gravel train would soon ar- rive. In few minutes it appeared, and l jumped on. I was surprised to find all the laborers to be Ger mans, and I asked them who was their boss. They replied Chris Ketchen. and that I could find him in the caboose. Chris told me that he had become a constructing en- gineer and was on his way to New Haven, where he intended to build an Italian school.
 The train soon reached New Ha- ven, and saying goodbye to Ketch- en, l started on foot up one of the main streets. Before a large church l saw long line of hacks. asked one of the drivers who was getting married and he replied that the groom was some professor at Yale. Waiting at the church a short time, l saw the bridal couple coming out. The bride was Jennie Eggleston, so l was not surprised to find the groom to be William Beerbaum. On in- quiry learned that Prof Beerbaum had written world renowned treatise on How to Propose. Though Bashful."
 My money now began to give out. so was obliged to go to bank and cash a check. There I saw Elwood Thompson standing on a soap box and dusting some books on a shelf. A clerk told me that 4.Iwood was an expert bookkeeper, and would soon be treasurer of the bank.
 A few days later I was sitting on a bench in New Haven green, look | ing over my list of old friends, and wondering if I should meet any | more, when a lady sat down beside | me. As a result the bench col | lapsed and we were thrown gently | to the ground. We stood up and | stared at each other for a few min utes. when to my astonishment I | recognized Reta Leonard. In her usual low voice she said that she was married to one of the "Hea.en- ly Twins" Which one." I asked. Howard or Lawrence?" "Bless me-" she answered, 'T don't know. but he is professor of ethics in Yale"
 We had a short talk and then I started for my hotel. Wheh erter- ing l struck purse with ny fo,t, and picking it up I found 1t con tained some car tickets and a card which read, Mrs P. Healey." With haste l looked up the address in the directory and was soon at the door of the mysterious Mrs Healey. Il rang the bell and tremblfngiv awaft-