Glen Cove High School - Profile Yearbook (Glen Cove, NY)

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THE RED AND GREEN — - PROPHECY OF CLASS OF ’27 The exhilarating sensations of success are now mine after five years of patient toil, subsequent to my graduation from Glen Cove High with the class of ’27. The product of my intellectual genius is an attachment to the modern radio, which portrays persons in their stations of life many years hence. In my initial attempt I decided to satisfy my curiosity in regard to the future of my former classmates. With this end in view I attempted to locate Mr. Gribbin, my one time principal. I adjusted the dials to 1947—suddenly I heard the well-known voice of Mr. Gribbin announcing: Station—S E E R—Dist. Attorney E. J. Gribbin speaking. I will now proceed with the latest reports of the great murder of mystery, of which I expect to conduct the prosecution. This is well known as the apparently “Unfathomable Burke Case.” However, even at this moment, I am aware of the fact that it has been solved and that the criminals are no longer at large. Again Marshall Eastment, the greatest detective of times, known as “Never Fail East-ment” has come into the lime light. An apparently insignificant clue, closely followed by Eastment led to the solution. However, it took the genius of the Latin interpreter, Miss Richards, to decipher the clue—a mere scrap of ancient parchment leading to the arrest of the criminals. Following this, Mr. Gribbin stated that he hoped that some of the Class of ’27 were listening in as he was now going to relate the fortunes of their former classmates. This program, he stated, had been arranged in honor of the celebration of the 20th anniversary of the graduation of the Class of ’27. (Mr. Gribbin had been enabled to do this because he had recently attended an alumni meeting.) We will first consider the lot of jolly Mae Allchin. Pardon me, Mae Alton, as she is known on the Gay White Way, where she stars in musical comedies. At present she is occupied with the stellar role in Norton Levine’s (once Norman Levin) newest and greatest musical comedy “Hot Stuff”. In this play, our Mae is a unique and willowy dancer, who shows the advance of Dance through the ages. (From a good source, I learned that Mae excelled in the Black Bottom, of which she gave an exhibition at Washington in ’27.) Our cute little friend, Dot Lockwood, has succeeded in interesting Norton Levin in her plays. (Yes, she did have a pull with Norman.) Of course her talent as a poet has not been laid aside for often one comes upon an extremely emotional poem and discovers her name attached to it. I might add that a play written by Dot was the first one put on the stage by Norman and starred with Mae. So with such a rare combination—could it have been other than a success? Page twenty-eight

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THE RED AND GREEN Eleventh. We hereby nominate, constitute, and appoint Mr. McNally. our friend; Francis Murray and Donald McCahill to be our Executors under this our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT and they shall not be required to give bond for the faithful performance of their duties as the Executor hereunder. Twelfth. We direct our Executors to create a trust fund from all the spoons, forks, knives, napkins, and towels brought back as fond memories from the Cairo Hotel, Washington, D. C. The income from same to be paid to Lew Myers, Bart Dineen, George Montfort, Mr. McNally, Donald McCahill, and Carl Carpenter for compensation as pallbearers to our funerals. Thirteenth. We hereby direct our bodies to be cremated and the ashes be deposited from an airplane upon the broad campus as a fertilizer for our prize-taking lawns. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we have hereunto set our hand and seal and publish and declare this to be our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT this twenty-first day of June in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven. CLASS OF ’27. Signed, sealed, published and declared in the said Class of ’27 as and for their LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT in the presence of us, who at their request and in their presence and in the presence of each other have subscribed our names as witnesses hereto. Bart Dineen Joe Sand, Bell hop of Cairo Hotel, Washington Abraham Buxenbaum. Page twenty seven

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THE RED AND GREEN The Honorable Mr. Gribbin next tells me that especially for my benefit he will arrange a means by which I can tune in on and actually see my former classmates. A great deal of static interrupts us when, being told to adjust the television dial of my radio,—I see, yes I even hear the familiar voice of “Boxie”, I should say Aaron Baum. He tells me of his recent research test from which he had finally succeeded in perfecting a formula for non-parkable chewing gum. Due to this invention he was immediately established as President of Wrigley’s Chewing Gum Corporation. (I should have expected to find “Boxie” in some way connected with chewing gum, for well do I remember his aversion to it in high school.) Mr. Baum tells me to prepare myself for a great surprise for he is going to present his wife to me. Alas, can it be true? Are my eyes deceiving me? Yes, it is Edna Stay. She gave a little talk on “To what she attributed her husband’s success.” Gradually the scene changed, I see before me the interior of a Hollywood studio—the rehearsal of a new picture. Among the actors I recognize Ophelia Dayton, who is playing the part of a siren, and also Emma Hotopp taking the role of the heroine, a very emotional and tragic part, for which I consider Emma well suited. Ophelia’s haughty and aloof air, I judge, warranted her present position. Meanwhile, I hear strains of a very beautiful musical selection— vaguely familiar—yes, it was our school song. This fact aroused my suspicions for who other than “Bibs” could play it so well? My suspicions are confirmed for soon it is announced that we were listening to the famous McCarroll orchestra playing the Glen Cove High School Song. Now I tune in at the Princeton-Harvard football game of ’47. What is it I hear? —so much confusion and shouting. Yes, Princeton has won! What—due to whom—surely not Frank Hartmeyer. Yes, I cannot be mistaken for I distinctly hear cheers for our coach! coach! We want Hartmeyer, our coach! I come back again to New York, to Carnegie Hall, in fact. Here, I hear the well modulated voice of Clifford Johnson, once our orator, now an eminent statesman. He is addressing a great multitude of people in his campaign for governor of New York State. Again there is a shift of scene and I see before me a large and unfamiliar room. There is a long narrow table in the center of the room, around which 13 chairs are arranged systematically. Twelve of these chairs are occupied by unfamiliar gentlemen. The one chair at the head of the table is vacant. It seemed to me that I had accidently tuned in a meeting of the Board of Directors of a large brokerage concern—surely this had no connection with the Class of ’27. I decided to tune out of this Page twenty-nine