Burlingame High School - Panther Tracks Yearbook (Burlingame, CA)

Page 24 text:

CAMPUS EcHoEs nnnnnunnInnnunIuunununnnnnuuun v close second. Ted and his wife, Eleanore Druehl, were just throwing a lovers' quarrel, but that didn't stop me from getting out of the neighborhood as soon as possible. Dorothy Nielsen, the maid, told me that one time she saw Eleanore throw a rolling-pin around a corner six blocks away and hit Ted on the ean That night, out at the Greasy Spoon , I was appointed a committee of one to visit the thriving city of Burlingame and see how the folks down there were fixed financially. I was told to invite only those who had some money. I arrived in Burlingame on a southbound freight and strolled down Burlin- game Avenue. I dropped into Norman Malatesta's Bucket of Blood Theatreu to get some sleep, but Marion Moulin kept pounding the old square piano down in front so hard that I couldn't even get my eyes shut. I thought I had had enough, until Dick johnson, the versatile drummer, came out to share in the noise. Then I knew I had had enough. So I went over to the Burlingame Advance-Star office, expecting to see Dorothy Schmidt, the editor, but alas, Dorothy can't seem to get any farther than printer's devil. On the way out I asked Edna Lewis, the tantalizing stenog, for a copy of the evening paper, but there was no issue, as Miss Schmidt had forgotten to put ink on the press. Marion Roberts was playing first violin with the Salvation Army down at the bank corner. As I walked along, watching Marion's solemn face maintain its Frigidaire atmosphere, I bumped into Arthur Anderson. I bought a last week's newspaper from Robert Robertson, a newsboy, think- ing I might get a line on some rich alumni of B. H. S. There was a big Inter- national Wide-open golf tourney out at the Country Club, and the main con- tenders were Covington Pringle and Bob Jones. It seems that at about the seventh hole the end of Bob's club broke off and hit Florence Schaffner, an in- nocent bystander, in the mouth. Then Covington lost his ball and had to quit the match. Gould Henriksen, a caddy, took his place, but he also lost his ball, and they called the match on account of darkness. A big full page ad down in one corner announced the opening of Nan Andersonls Embroidery Shoppe. In the society section was an article about a recent party given by Marjorie Plambeck and Lee Wessel, two society satellites, for their chapter of the Ladies' First Aid. A hectic afternoon was spent by all, drinking tea. jane Taylor gave a report on a recent book entitled Dusky Stevedoref' Ardys Miller gave a short talk on cooking-its uses and abuses. Betty jane Burke concluded the afternoon's pleasure by giving a toe-dance duet. As I put down the paper, I noticed a silly-looking chap picking up cigar stubs from the street. It was Rex Hunter. He told me that when he had gathered enough of them, he was going to start a barber shop. Queer fellow, this Hunter. Wliile I was talking to him, Mervin Samuel came along. 'iWhat hit you? asked Hunter as we noticed his condition. He said he had been making a speech over at the Seat of Learning, commonly called the High School, and he had I22l

Page 23 text:

Bzzrlingazme H i gh School Hobo,', Why, Billy Tiddy is playing in Our Gang Comediesf, The only reason he's there is his childlike quality and his half-pint stature. These fel- lows are only fakes. They haven't got enough money to linance an interesting dog fight. We wandered outside and sat down by the gutter. I've got an idea, said Box Car McGuire. None of us has amounted to a whoop, but you can't tell about the rest of the gang. Maybe some of our old pals are millionaires. Well, here's the idea. We'll throw a big party down at the fashionable Palace Hotel. We'll invite every member of the class we graduated with. It'll be one of those parties where you wear old clothesg so they won't know these are the only ones welve got. We'll let the guys with all the money foot the bill. They won't mind. And then we'll borrow a little money from them and take life easy for a while. Not so bad, what? Wait a minute, chimed in Hobof' I'm gonna paraphrase that slightly. We'll get them down there and play a little poker, or, better yet, why not just take their money away from them and hop the next freight out of town? Well, the point is to get them there first, said Box Car. We'll have it a week from tomorrow night. Everybody get busy and find out what the gang are doing and invite them all. Then we'll make a report on what we found out. I went down the street to James Sooy's peanut stand and told him about the party. just as I left, Clyde Ryan came along with his dump cart. His horse must have had a grudge against jim, for he gave the stand a terrific kick, totally demolishing it. It was a terrible blow to jim, also to the stand, so I went back and let him in on our plan. He liked it very much, but he said he didn't know a single one of the bunch that had any money. Next I went down to the Silver Slipper to see Brandt Wickersham, who was master of ceremonies there. I also expected to see Doris Campe, Anna Cooke, Eleanor Kelly, and Ethelmay Hannigan, chorus girls, who were appear- ing in a current revue, thinking they might be making good money, but Bill Stamford, the doorman, told me they were the worst chorus girls that ever walked through his door, and that they had been fired the night before because they stopped in the middle of a number to pick up some pennies the crowd threw on the stage. He also gently hinted that, while there might possibly be a worse master of ceremonies than Brandt Wickersham, he doubted very much if he were living. While passing a news-stand, I unconsciously availed myself of a sport magazine and, to my surprise, read at the bottom: In this Issue: 'How to Re- cover a Fumble', by Emmett Broderick. I turned to the article, and it started like this: First drop the ball . . The article was just commencing to get interesting when I arrived at Margaret Warn's boarding house, famous for its hash. Presently the door opened and Ted Waiyte came tearing down the steps, with a bed-post, two lamps, and a set of dishes running him an uncomfortably I21l

Page 25 text:

Bzzrlifzgame High School started by saying: Ladies and Gentlemen, also, members of the Eacultyf' Luckily he had only two eyes to get blackened, or he would have looked as if he were black, spotted white, instead of vice versa. Suddenly a terrific crash rent the air, and we turned to see a big truck smash into a lamp post. Four tough-looking characters jumped out just as the rear of the truck became saturated, and the local atmosphere assumed the familiar odor of alcoholic beverages. Three of the men were Gordon Hunter, Donald Allen, and Richard Penniman, nationally famous beer runners, and the fourth man was Scarface fBillj Smith, alias Al Capone, Chicago gangster. Evelyn Paus- mann, the probation officer, came around to prevent the high school kids from availing themselves of the contents of the truck. As I walked down the street, I met Isobel Hunter and june McEntee. In the course of conservation I found that Isobel ran the bootblack stand on the corner, while june owned and tried to run a cheap Marathon dance hall in the next block. Disgusted with our plans, I returned to San Francisco and found everybody downhearted. We met at Maurice William's saloon, and everybody had the same story. They couldn't find any of the gang that was worth a cent. A report had come from New York that Andrew Ewen was one of the biggest men on Wall Street, but it turned out that he was only the biggest janitor. Hazel McCarthy was supposed to have married a big butter-and-egg man from Los Angeles, but he was really only a little cheese-and-cracker man from San hlateo. While I was away, Ken Smith, Ray Arnold, and Frank Knuepfer had blown in. All we could learn from them was that they had been staying at a large hotel in San Quentin. The hotel consisted of a group of circular buildings with an immense wall around them. According to Ken, the wall was to keep burg- lars out. The bell-hops were so accommodating that they carried guns and fol- lowed you wherever you went to protect you. Ray and Frank said the only thing wrong with the place was that they wouldnlt let you go when you wanted to. Gordon Head liked the place so well that he was going to stay for the rest of his life and break rocks. Herbert Welch had written a song entitled, 'Tm Sweeping the Sun Off the Roofn, words and music by Theodore Stead. It was a big hit, with the excep- tion of the fact that they never sold a copy, and it was never sung anywhere except by Yoshi and Fhomie Imazu, who were down at the Lido Cafe doing a song and dance act. They were going over big, when Edwin Bartlett and his River Rat Gang from the stockyards came in and shot up the place. During the row Paul Barton and james Hill set fire to a building and would have burned the city, but james filled his pockets with water, thus preventing a catastrophe. I forgot to say that Paul kicked james while they were in a heated discussion, and a stray match in James's pocket burst into flames. James said that Norine Purcell was running a taxi, but she wasn't making any money because Walter I25l