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the world, and meant to stay so for
some years. Picking up a magazine, I
was attracted to the: author’s name,
Martin Byrne, at the head of the lead-
ing story. I was invited to attend a
private boxing exhibition that evening
between two heavyweight championship
- contenders. I attended and saw_ that
they were none other than Cassidy and
“Husky” Steiger, my classmates. With
this party of friends I had a jolly good
time ‘till I arrived in London where we
all separated. I registered at the Sa-
voy, and the bell-hop took my baggage
to my recom. One look sufficed to show
that it was Tommy Ryan, the South
Philadelphia boomer. In ‘he evening,
he took me to the theatre to see Julius
Caesar, and said he had a surprise in
-store for me. Truly, it was, for there
~ was McAvoy as Antony, and Dutch Beit-
tenmiller and Armstrong guarding the
dead body of Caesar. The orchestra
had gone on strike that night and a wan-
dering German band substituted. As I
looked { thought surely I recognized
Ed. and Frank Boyle playing — fiddles,
aad O'Shaugnessy as the leader. The
next day I ran down to Ostend, and found
“Pud” Bradley sojourning there, having
been taken down wth consumption. I
remembered then that ‘Pud?’ always had
been delicate. The London to Ostend
aeroplane race took place that day, and
as we watched the birdmen_ skillfully
wend their way through the air cur-
rents, one gradually forged to the front.
As soon as he had crossed the line, two
men in greasy costumes ran out to as-
sist him in dismantling the machine.
The intrepid aviator proved to be
“Rube” Cashman. The mechanics
were: Runt McArdle and Wegman. How
different, I thought, from our school
days, when their attire was always a
matter of the greatest importance.
When we got back to the hotel, we were
impressed by the fiery ardor of two
American gentlemen, making a brilliant
speech in favor of woman suffrage. As
we drew nearer, we saw that they were
Jim Donovan and Priss, the inseparable
companions of our class. We now went
over to Ireland to visit Hughes on his
estate. On the boat, we met a dignified
gentleman, who informed us that he
was Cleary, the Philadelphia president
of the A. O. H. We all recognized him
then, and he informed him then, and he
informed us that Frank Foley was his
private secretary. We stayed for some
weeks at Hughes’ house. When we
were returning, he journey to London
with us and had us presented at court.
His Majesty, however, had no time for
us, as he was enjoying the comical an-
tics of his court jester. We all had te
laugh, for he was Conway, who used to
send-us into paroxysms of laughter back
_in IQII.
I was now returning home well: and
happy, after seeing the majority of my
classmates. While I felt sorry for the
misfortunes cf some, I was elated over
the achievements of the others, and was
proud to say that I was a member of
the Class of 1git.