Atlantic Highlands High School - Atrecall Yearbook (Atlantic Highlands, NJ)

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Pad, P , lt is a well-known fact in Atlantic Highlands, New Iersey that the old Brand Mansion is haunted. In all the rural districts, even in the town of Highlands, which is only two miles away, not one person of unbiased mind entertains a doubt of it. In the first place, the old Brand Mansion has been unoccupied by mortals for more than ten years, and with its outbuildings it is slowly falling into decay. It has been said that on the eighteenth day of Iune. mysterious actions take place in this house. Well, last night, Iune 18, 1961, it occurred to me that this date was my graduation date ten years ago. Having an imagi- natory mind, I wondered if it could be possible that the alumni of Sl could be having a reunion at this Mansion and thus accounting for the belief of the Mansion being haunted on this date only. I had nothing to do last night, so I decided to investigate that possibility. I noticed a taxi parked in front of Whelan's Drug Store, which is owned by Marilyn O'Rourke. As I stepped into the cab, I recognized the driver to be Robert Weiler, owner of the American Cab Company. I told Bob my destination, and in no time at all I was on my way towards the Brand Mansion. The Brand Mansion stood a little way off the loneliest reach of the Avenue A road. As I stepped out.of the cab, I noticed strips of rotting fence, half covered with brambles surrounding the house. This added to the gloomy atmosphere of the house, and I wondered if it would be wise to enter such an evil looking dwelling. I did, however, and as I opened the door, a bright flash blinded my eyes. Sara Bailey, girl photographer. had taken my picture and then went off giggling and murmur- ing to herself. This thoroughly frightened me. What could it mean? The door across the hall swung open. and there. walking around with a vacant stare in his eyes, balancing trays was Iohn Reilly who is head waiter at the Willard Hotel. I suddenly heard shouting behind me and turned to see Richard Van Kirk now a candidate for President of the United States, and his campaign mana- ger, Ioseph Pigott. Ioe had blood shot eyes and was foam- ing at the mouth, as he was arguing with Richard about future campaign speeches. I realized that this date must have some supernatural force on the class of 1951 to make them act so abnormal. Through the rest of the yea'r, they would be normal individuals. Being sure of this fact, I decided to investigate the rest of the house. Upon reaching the east wing, I noticed a very amusing sight. Rudolph Kastner, a prominent hunter, was with Ernest Colbert. a well-known traveler! Both of these two past classmates seemed to be mental wrecks, as they tried to outdo the other in story telling. Over in the corner of the same room sat Kay Norcross, owner of the Nor- cross Beauty Salong Marie Ovens, Kay's hairstylist, and Ioan Benning, her manicurist. Marie had a silly smirk on her face, as she was combing and re-combing Kay's hcir, while Ioan was sawing away on Marie's toe nails. Nancy Rhoads, the star of the Pretty Girl. came sway- ing through an open door leading out of the room. Nancy began strolling around reciting well-known parts of Shakespeare along with a few hysteric laughs now and then. l'he comedian of the Tony Longo Show, Anthony Longo, had just burst into the house and began descending the stairs leading to the second story. Tony was the fun- 4 niest of them all. He almost acted normal. I followed Tony upstairs and found two comedians of the Milton Berle Show, Ioan Manser and Dorothy Behrens. They were laughing so hard at each other, it almost reminded me of the sudden burst of laughter they often gave out with during classes in school. I went into the room to my right, and I was a.mazed to discover four of my old school companions. Each of them was curiously engaged in cutting out paper dolls. The four were, Richard Borrach, owner of the Borrach Delivery Service: Stanley Foley. now Editor of the ATRECALL GAZETTE: Vivian Lathrop, and Carol Iohnson. two of Stanley's reporters. The sound of music coming from the attic above, faintly reached my ears. I climbed the stairs, only to see Fred Worthing- ton, a famous accordionist, singing with Karl Schloeder, the popular sports announcer. They made sweet harmony. Karl sang Atlantic while Fred was playing, Boch's Fifth. A burning candle in the corner of the attic caught my attention. Sitting in a circle around the candle were: Alfred Maskrey, scientist, Walter Mickens, world famous historian, and Timothy Brennan, successful businessman. Al was heating bubble gum over the candle and was affectionately putting the substance into Walt's and Tim's hair. Before I left the attic, I remember seeing Iack Deg- nan, owner of the Degnan Butcher Shop, and Iames Cavan- augh, author of the book, My Best Line, having a catch. The object thrown back and forth was Iack's prized pos- session, his carving knife. Again on the second story, l watched Paul Voegeli and his assistants, Ianet Swee- ney and Sadie White. These three people were partners of an art gallery in New York City. I suppose they were making reproductions of their pictures, as they scribbled along the walls. I noticed Carey Mortenson, the pro- prietor of a dress shop on Fifth Avenue and Gretchen Gehlhaus, her seamstress. Carey was promenading around the house modeling the wall paper which Gretchen had torn off the wall. As I reached the first floor again, I saw Mary Rose Johnson, the opera singer, tied and gagged. This job was done by Vivian Ellis. a nurse in the City Hospital. Vivian gagged her with bits of tape, probably so she could listen to George Knutson do a song and dance routine. George is the owner of the Knutson Dance Studios. I wondered if anyone was down in the cellar of the Mansion. As I stepped down the stairs, I was glad to see three more of my friends of the 1951 class. They were, Esther Peluso, a teacher having a nervous break- down. Ioan Mumford, language teacher, and Gretchen Reed, a well-known poetress. These three people being highly educated acted quite to the contrary. The reason they acted so abnormal is because they were imitating the normal teachers of Atlantic Highlands High School. There were also well-known ball players of the east in this cellar. They were, George Schultz, Spencer Keyes, and Olvin Mills. Instead of kicking a football around, how- ever, it was Robert McGivney, a well-known sports writer, I was not sorry for these people, because I realized they would again be normal in the morning. I was suddenly awakened by the alarm clock by my bedside. What a dream! Could it be possible for these various individuals in the dream to ever enter into the occupations as I had just imagined them in? Who knows?

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WA HINGTUN TRIP Many times we have dreamed of be- ing photographed before the Capitol ot our nation, such as the 1950 graduates on the following page. Our dream did come true! The great day arrived on Wednes- day May 9, 1951. We got off to an early start at 7:00 a.m. Our first stop. the important one, was Washington, D. C. where we journied to the Willard Hotel. Here we registered, unpacked and spent three glorious, adventurous days. Our first tour was the Capitol where we went through massive doors and entered the rotunda. As we came into the great circular hall, we paused to note the magnificent display before us. The walls were decorated with a be- wildering array ot paintings, sculptures and frescoes. All around us there were massive columns. Over us the vaulted canopy of the dome was aglow with color, as we stood breathlessly gazing about us and wondering Where We should begin our tour. The canopy represents George Washington sur- S vi I r lil up 1111- 'N T.