The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1923-05-22
SENIOR WEEK AT THE
DA WSON HIGH SCHOOL

other than Sir Galahad. He beckoned
to me with a flashing smile, and gra-
ciously assisted me to place beside
him. On, on and yet on we floated,
or did we cross the earthly fields or
were we flying through space? Lands
/ of indescribable grandeur came to our
view and were gone agaln-people
| by whom we were unseen passed IN
rapid succession-people who had
| long forgotten the days of King Ar
thur. At last we settled gently into a
| land that could be the home OF no
other than the slant-eyed Chinee.
Here mid peach blossoms and the
sleepy perfumes of poppy a scene
dazzling to the eye was taking place.
Madam Butterfly" was being pre-
scented by an actress famed the world
over.
All, the familiarity of the poise OF
that head! How those eyes were
twinkling! Elizabeth Parks Sure!
She had become famous as a great
emotional actress and her business
manager was none other than Milton
Lewis. | see now why Milton was al
ways interested in plays-theaters,
management and effect OF a we'll
planned climax.
From here we passed into great
tea company's office. One door mark
ed president Warner; Private" at
tracted our eyes, and the kind knight
explained that here was one Of my
old friends sent by an American tea
company to connect Peking with Phil
adelphia.
But this scene vanished as we float
ed through Europe. In a rose-bound-
ed village of sunny Italy | saw seated
in an old sunken garden slender tlg-
ure bending over a writing pad. In
the fast fading light of the sinking
sun that figure carried me back to
our class room of twenty-three. My
favorite author was holding that writ
ing pad and she was none. other than
Thedosia Hollingsworth. Visiting this
veritable dreamland, she was collect
ing material, background and local
color for her new book, THE Birth
OF Beauty" But see, she is not alone,
for near is another old friend, drink
ing in the beauty of the sunset. A
palette dropped, forgotten, and half
finished picture of a remarkable face
stared from the canvas into the last
rays of sunlight. All! Leila! | knew
you would be great some day-you
with the gift of the gods to appreciate
beauty. But we are sailing again
this time to far away Paris!
Obi What a whirI of emotionsE
Gayety, beauty, laughter, pleasure
everywhere! In comparable Paris I!
Light-hearted, care-free Paris! We see
before us a stage-big, impressive,
lovely. A love scene is being enacted.
The maiden with the raven hair is
superbly radiant. She acts well. Who
is she-thiS great French favorite, this
glorious prima dona? Sir Galahad
whispers" Kathryn" - one Kathryn
Roberts. Dost thou remember? What
an exquisite gown! 1t is designed to
bring out every curve, to emphasize
personality. A great designer must
have planned this-who? Why one
Louise Lockett. These friends are
still proving each a staff to the other.
Next we glide silently into larger
bright room, most artistically arrang-
ed Draperies, rugs, upholstery blend
ing in the light seems to partake OF
the light, giving the effect OF studied
art A genius of interior decorating
had planned this. Gazing through an
open door a smaller room Of more
business like appearance we see a
slim figure gowned in shining black
with mass of Titan hair undues-
tionably that of a pal-Lester Mcneil
Even the fastidious Parisians pay
happy homage to our American deco
rator.
Our next stop is in England-lant
| of the fogs-but sunshine reigneC
here on this bright morning. 1t was
still summer and this was the day fol-
the great horse races. Thousands Of
enthusiastic spectators were gathered
! One American horse, barley, seemed
the favorite and best known. But
who can be the owner of so wonder
full a horse? A woman-a collector
OF such beauties? "Sir Gallahad, die
you say Miss Mattibel Pinkston?
! Indeed, she was a classmate of mine
Near at hand, noticing the points
! of this favorite horse, two young
travellers stand. The girl holds the
head of the horse and the man coaxes
him with sugar. Come, Bertha" he
said. Don't spoil him" Oh! Sir Gal
lahad-Bertha Brim she was-but
who now? How far from home to be
on a mere honeymoon
On the waters of the Pacific ocean
the steamer was making unusually
good time amid this balmy weather
Seated in a steamer chair beside a
sad-faced, elderly woman a girl sits