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

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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

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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 station. Just as I was about to do so, I saw the well-known figure of Julia Orzehowsky approach and take the vacant chair. At first this seemed strange to me but when she proceeded with her business as President of a notable New York Eond House—I recall the fact that as secretary of our class, Julia performed her duties in a very business-like manner. Mr. Erwin Hahn, I learn, is the model for the Arrow Collar Company. This seems to suit Erwin for well do I remember the fact that he was chosen the neatest dressed boy in our class. Surely, he was a “Beau Brummel.” Miss Catherine Coughlan, as one would expect, is the famous editor of “Society Breezes” a paper exclusively devoted to society notes. From Kay I learn that Margaret Braun has become a prominent research worker in the Congressional Library at Washington, D. C. I was also told that Anna Germaine has become an evangelist following closely in the steps of Aimee McPherson. Esther Nylund, she said, is at present in Berlin, Germany, representing the United States at the International Hairdressers’ Convention. (Yes, I would expect her to make hair dressing her life work for she always kept her hair slicked and in place at school.) Oh! I had almost forgotten Bogue Hunt. I again turn my dials and this time tune in on the Annual Meeting of the Aviators’ Association. This meeting is a special one to celebrate the success of Bogue Hunt in his non-stop flight to the North Pole, in his specially built and equipped monoplane. He was accompanied by the memorable James Mallon who is lauded on his great success in having explored and opened the secrets of the North Pole to the world. Next, I am at the celebration of the tenth anniversary of the construction of the Hudson Bridge. Thomas Scott tells us what the realization of his great dream of spanning the river has meant to him. It will be recalled that it was under his direction that this great feat was accomplished. Esther Feinberg is the owner of a night club, which has never been raided by the police. Coy, little Sylene is a French teacher in a Boy’s High School. (Can you imagine her in a Boys High?) Now, what of Effie Dickerson—what did life have in store for her? She is just a physical training teacher. Just think! After having had such bright prospects for a rhetorical career—she became a physical training teacher. Well, one would expect Effie to be opposite. I try to get further news of my former classmates, but in vain. So as a last resort, I attempt to get station “S E E R” again. At last my efforts are rewarded for I hear Mr. Gribbin, who tells me about the lives Page thirty