Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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Eleaner goodly store of joys for us. We had an incomparable program, and added some fun at the expense of the underclassmen. Banquets, shows and movies were in abundant supply. Trips to farms and farm implement factories were many. At night around the bright log fire we sang of Good Old N. F. S. and told tales, swapped jokes and talked of our futures. What could be sweeter. This was the happiest, yet most eventful week in all the three years' stay. The Annual Senior Farewell Hop was held at the Armory in Doylestown, and if ever there was a dance, in which more pep, jazz and all-around frolicking pre- vailed then Iim a lizard-eye fur-eating nightingale. The girls and superb music combined to knock us silly. You just couldn't stand, and boy! those eyes! Woe is me, the memory of it makes me drunk. Oh! many the heart fand pinj went out to Her that night HJ on the doorstep. Sure, and we threw out our chests and promised a million in 60 days. We come to the last page in the his- tory of our class. XVe graduated one- third of the original enrolled students, from a class of 60 green city boys we emerge after a hard iight, victorious, a handful of 19 young men trained in agri- culture, sent off with encouraging whis- pers, to try our hand at the plow in this stern wide world. We hold up an envi- able record. Try to beat it-to all suc- ceeding classes. Class Prophesy N the year 1945, just twenty years after our graduation from the National Farm S c h o ol , I began arranging for a class reunion to be held in Alumni Hall, which building had been recently constructed, on the first Sunday of June, the annual Found- ers' Day. Taking my aeroplane out of my hangar near Vineland, where I had a poultry farm, I headed in the direction of Philadelphia. I landed on the roof of one of the large buildings, which was equipped as a landing place, checked my plane, and descended to the street. Knowing that Milton Schwartz had a haberdashery store on Chestnut street, I Wended my way to his store, and, after greetings had been exchanged, informed him of my mission. He promised to at- tend. As there were no more of my classmates in Philadelphia, I decided to go to New York, where I knew I would find several of the Twenty-fiversf' Landing in New York, on the roof of the Hyphen Hotel, which is situated be- tween the Ritz and the Carleton Hotels, I decided to stay there for a day or so. After engaging a room, I sallied forth in quest of my classmates. I bought a newspaper, the Evening Snooze, which was edited by Harry Rabinowitz. I im- mediately started for the office of the Evening Snooze to see Harry. I had just stepped into the subway car, when I felt a tap on my arm, turning, I saw Warren Rinenberg. He asked me where I was going, and,'upon my telling him, said he also was headed there, as he was a reporter on the Evening Snooze. He showed me an article which he had writ- ten in the paper, under big headlines, as follows: ELECTRICIAN ELFREY SOLVES PUZZLE OF THE AGE Baffling Mystery Cleared Up Martin Westin, formerly a conductor of the New York Traction Company, had been convicted of first degree murder in connection with the death of John PAGE TXVENTY-ONE

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cbleaner Sweeney, his superintendent, who ac- cused him of knocking down fares, and was sentenced to die by electrocution. He was put in the electric chair and the current turned on, but it never phased him. Again the current was turned on, and he did not bat an eyelash. The con- nections were inspected, and found to be perfect. Again the juice was tried, but had no effect on the man. Puzzled, they called in the great electrician, Alfred Elfrey, who, after learning the facts of the case, said: You can't kill this man by electrocutiong he is a non-conduc- tor! Rinenberg then showed me a poem in the paper, written by George Green, en- titled, Love and Dumb : He asked her on the back porch, On a moonlit starry night, Alas, he was excited, And did not get it right, You cannot live without, I And each other must us have we, So are you tell I will me If us marry won't she? The poor girl was dumbfounded, And knew not what to say, But opened up her mouth And poured forth words this way. Oh, dear boy, how me love us And me too love I we, But you we I are never Is able can us marry. Me a1'e a husband has got, Him is I much do loves, Alas, I is not are you have I, Nor can it ever was. After commenting on the genius that could evoke a poem like that, we reached our destination and got off. We then proceeded to Rabinowitz's oflice. After greetings were exchanged, I told them both of my plan. They both prom- ised to aid me if they saw any of our classmates whom I could not reach. As it was getting late, we all went to a restaurant for our evening meal, and then went to a minstrel show. To my surprise, I recognized the end man, al- though he was blackened up. my old classziiate, Mark Goldstein! He recited a poem called Ice Cream and Cake, which was very sweet, and he also sang a song entitled, Chlorine Blues. which sure was a knockout. I saw him after the performance, and he said he was tickled skinny to see me. I replied, Don t you wish it? I then told Fats about our class reunion, and he promised to attend. I then went to my hotel and retired for the night. The next morning I set out in my plane for Cleveland, the home town of two of my classmates. Arriving there, I soon found Benjamin Alexander, who was a landscape architect. He had designed the landscape gardening around many of the public buildings in Cleveland, and was now very successful. We then went to see Asher Finklestein, who had a pawnshop in Cleveland. As Abie's busi- ness was dull, we took him to see a ball game. But Asher became excited when the umpire called Three Balls, and looked straight at the rising young pawnbroker, and Asher thought that he was casting reflections on his business. So we took him home again. Alexander informed me that Dorell had a large dairy farm in Iowa and was making out well. He said he would write and tell Bill about our proposed reunion. The next day I left Cleveland and headed for a place called Crayling, near Bald Mountain, in Montana, where the Cohien brothers, Martin and Meyer, had a Health Farm. When I arrived there I met Mart first and I hardly recog- nized him-he had some hair on his head! Then Mike came up, and so they took me around their farm. There were about twenty-five men on their Health Farm, all living the t'Physical Culture way. The Cohienls raised fruit, grain, vegetables and strong men. I stayed at their place over night and the next day headed back East. PAGE TXVIZNTY-THREE