The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1923-05-22

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sight to be seen, and New York well
coined us. This is the home OF the
electric signs. In huge lettering OF
electric globes read sign: See the
Horsley Trio, a week at the Alamo.
Ethel, my own friend OF by-gone
days, has indeed been made famous
by her voice and ten nimble fingers!
Ah-here's another Dancing club
tonight at New York Dance Hall.
Lessons by. the successful Miss Har-
rell." Helen, so your twlnkl1ng feet
have danced themselves into the
heart of New York?
gaze into the decorated room OF
a fashionable hotel, where a ball is
being given for the young debutantes
of the season. Already the brilliantly
and extravagantly dressed -four hun
bred" are arriving. And this person
so entertaining, this correctly gown
ed girl of a so refreshing southern
airl Can | be seeing another OF my
old school mates? Is it Frances Bald
win? How we'll she looks! Good Tor
you, Frances!
The concealed orchestra gives forth
a burst OF music. Loud applause fol
lows-for who is not glad of the priv
ilege of listening to "Moore's New
York Orchestral" Oh, Gladys, we
knew you would do it,
The scene suddenly changes. We
stand in large office where men and
women are bending over desks. This
is the office room of the New York
Star" At one of the desks, set apart
IL, So
tice Sarah Shields, whose editorials
have made her famous, seems so
capable and so happy. Working at
another desk, | recognize Mary Nell
Fits, of former times. So she has
gone in for newspaper work, also!
There seems to be some commotion
over some news to be printed. We
listen. Presently this is heard: "Sena-
tor Henry Wilkinson, nominated by
the democratic party, as the next
president of the United States" A
president coming from the once senior
class of 1928 He is ably backed by
the south with aid from the governor
of Georgia-S. F. Sullivan. All! What
a wonderful future! And with pri-
vate secretary like Robert Jolley-
what might he achieve.
We approach "a city, the heart OF
the American MISUNDERSTANDING
Here a courtesy campaign led by a
former class mate attracted my atten-
ton. A lecture is being made before
an audience of thoughtful people
Courtesy should shine forth at all
times. This shows the stuff a man is
made Of This is what our country
needs in the young people" Agreed
courtesy should begin at home. All
William Lewis, who would have
thought that you would go in for
this?
We leave him and drift into the
'1and of milk and honey" till me see
before us a tiny rose-COvered hunga-
low and a garden. Somewhere inside
Alleene is singing in a sweet, happy
voice, lust a Love Nest" Still in the
rolling country we continue to a
large building, that of a country club
A golf game of the most exciting
kind is taking place, struggle fol-
the championship, | understand. And
this young woman all flushed with
victory! Can | be seeing Ernine Lew
is, of almost forgotten school days.
How does it feel to be a champion
old pal?
Who can possibly live in this i'm
posing, modern farm house, with al
these conveniences, these well-tilled
lands and these abundant crops!
Surely a son of the soil, one learned
in the traits of his mother earth
James Goodson, how prosperous yot
seeml
Next we are overwhelmed with al
odor so delicious, so appetlzlng tina
we are positively convinced we have
been starved. In a cool, light kitchen
| four girls wearing huge white aprons
are being given demonstrations il
cooking. This must be the state de
partment of cooking. Who is demon
strating? Why, Amanda Meltonl
Just yonder workmen are buslly
erecting a gigantic bridge, which ha:
been planned by a master mind. 1t /:
a structure that will stand through the
ages. My own class mate is the
builder-Hautman Chambliss, a civil
engineer
This disclosure of the future chang
ed-with flash. We are now among
the natives of Africa In their mids
stands white woman-a bearer o,
| the Word of God, a light to benight.
ed souls. May He bless you Gladys
Lewis; you make a wonderful mis-
sionary.
Like the changing OF the tickle
winds of March our visions again re-
turn to the land of the free and the
home of the brave" In large class
room an interesting lecture is going
on-Professor Jones (known to the
class OF % as Martha). has climbed
high in the temple OF learning
professor at Vassar! How wise you
must bel!
What is this l now see among those
children in the open-air SCHOOL, An
angel, administering to wants of soul
mind and body of the childhood OF
the slums. Katherine Brim, you dar-
ling! why, Sir Gallahad, is she thus
happily situated? Oh, the life OF a
millionaire saved and his reward to
her means all this to the poor,
| love these little faces that are
fading from me! The last of my old
school mates. My visit with YOU,
though brief, has been sweet. But
Sir Gallahad, who am where am
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