Helen, Class President
The Malvern Leader |
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| February 13, 1926 | 3c |
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Our
fair town abuzz this week with news of the passing through of a
Mr. EVAN EDGARS, journalist, of Boston, come to
see the “great heartland of our country” as he said.
Scribbling furiously the entire while, he descended the Omaha-bound
train at 9:42 a.m. to dine at the Corner Café run by Mrs.
ARLENE WILMINGTON, who reported that he had three
cups of coffee and a half a slice of cherry pie. From 10:13 to 11:51
he dashed from local sight to local sight in the buggy of Mr. and
Mrs. OTHA WEARIN (why didn’t
they
take him in their new Horseless Carriage, we asked ourselves), |
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and then to the Malvern High School to see the Future of America
and to meet the prettiest class president said school has ever seen,
Miss HELEN WRIGHT. The scribbling city gentleman
planted a most gracious kiss on the back of her hand and proclaimed
that there should be more presidents of the female species. No word
on his stance on the issue of Suffragettes. By 12:32 he was back
on Main Street with a whirlwind tour of our very own printing press
and another meal at the Corner Café and onto the northbound
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adjusting the wrist of her lace glove she steps onto the platform
eyeglasses glint against the sun, head high
cruelly observant
does this just to see the world, she says—infinite curiosity
comes from a small town herself. Believe it. Iowa. Speaks five languages
married to a Hapsberg prince
or not married at all
infinite curiosity.
Lady Helen, they call her. Formerly Wright.