Greenport High School - Beachcomber Yearbook (Greenport, NY)

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Hello again, you in the radio audience, while looking for Walter, I dropped in on the cooking contest. The jud- ges, headed by Clive Tyrer, a food expert, selected Mrs. Jerie R. Rempe as the best cook. Her prize winning entry was a Boston Cream Pie. Incidentally Mrs. Rempe was chosen as model farm wife of the year. Another highlight of the cooking contest was a demonstration of Sulphuric Acid and Your Pie given by Miss Marie Bumble. Here comes my assistant; let's see what he has to report. Well, Lowell, I have just seen a very thrilling stock-car race with an extremely amusing ending Two antiquated cars, one driven by Big Wheel Walden, the other by Killer Johnson, the only lady contender, were neck and neck for first place and were about ten feet from the finish line when the motor of Walden's car dropped out and Miss Johnson's ran out of gas. I wish I could have seen that but I think the fashion show would be more interesting to the ladies in the audience so let's take a look and see what is doing over there. This fashion show, ladies, consists entirely of Jackie Pell creations, and Miss Bette Harris, New York's leading hair stylist, has consented to do the coiffures of the models. People are rushing around and there is a great deal of confusion. A rather tired-looking gentleman, who I believe is Clayton Harrell, photographer from Hocus-Pocus Magazine, is running around breaking more flashbulbs than he has a chance to use and is the center of this hub-bub. Oh, I see another young man who is causing much excitement, at least among the feminine onlookers. This very debonair gentleman is John Flatley, prominent successor to Michael Todd. He is escorting that beauteous soph- isticate Bea Rovello, his newest discovery. Things are quieting down now and at last the Mistress of Ceremonies, Marian Van Popering, is stepping forward amidst a. burst of applause. In reality, Miss Van Popering is a speech professor at Harvard but as she is having a short vacation, she has consented to take over the duties of M. C. at this show. I'm sure you will recall her as the originator of many of our newest word twists and slang expressions. The chic model that is now being introduced is Carol Baker wearing a dinner dress with white oyster plums. (I think our M. C. means ostrich plumes.) Ladies, I hope you will forgive me, but as I am not an expert on ladies fashions, it is time for me to leave. Wait a minute, what is all the uproar over there by the door? It appears as if there might have been a fight — oh, I see now what has happened. Terry Overton of the FBI, who has long been on the trail of an elusive jewel thief, has finally caught up with him. This bit of work will probably mean a promotion for him. Whew!! That is enough excitement for one day! Let's take a peek in at the Outdoor Var- iety Show nextdoor. Although the show will not start for quite a while yet, there are many early arrivals who wish to insure good seats for themselves. Standing in line is one of America's formost business women, Helen Sobieray. Helen is at this time, tackling a huge project for the Treasury Department. A program has just been handed to me and a glance down the list of performers verifies the high calibre of this show's entertainment. Justine Coulter has taken time out from her own weekly T. V. program to be M. C. for this open 'air show. Harry Lewis, that hilarious movie comedian, who has taken up where his namesake Joe E. left off, has flown in by special airplane from California. An interesting sidelight is that tonight for the first time, Betty Lynn, famed Carnegie Hall pianist will team up with the jazz pianist, Hal Freeman, to play a flock of new songs which they have written together. Mary Askew will be on hand to show the audience a few of the feats that made her an Olympic Champion. Oh yes — you animal lovers would certainly enjoy the act that animal trainer Mary Jane Habermann has scheduled for tonight. By teaching a pack of hyenas her own loud giggle, she has come up with the most deaf-defying act in many a year. I am sorry that we can not stay to see the show but I would like to take a last look around the fair grounds before closing up shop for today. Oh, there's a poster that might interest some of the listening horse enthusiasts. It announces the opening of a Rodeo here tomorrow night. Bobalong Brown that singing cowboy of movie and TV fame will head the list of Western stars. A little note at the bottom of this poster reads that if anyone wishes an autographed picture of this lanky singer, he should write to Fred Hulse, Bobalong's very shrewd business manaqer. The Fair lit up in all its glittering lights is certainly a beautiful and gay sight. But the one thing here at this huge place that really catches my eye is the distant flag pole sitter, still stubbornly refusing to come down. That loft- ily-perched young man is none other than Don Do Anything Stacey. Although he has gone over Niagara Falls in a barrel and dived from the George Washington Bridge, he hopes to surpass them by this latest feat of endur- ance. What a man!! Well, time is growing short and I'll have to sign off. This has been Lowell Kaltenborn bring- ing you the events of the first day at the State Fair from Station OUQT. Thanks for listening and good night.

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(?leU6 Good morning, ladies and gentlemen this is Lowell Kaltenborn broadcasting the gala opening of the State Fair of 1961 in Flushing Meadows, N. Y. C. Everyone who is anyone is at this festive occasion. People are arriving in droves. I will endeavor to tell you about what is going on and who is here. I am now at the entrance waiting for the arrival of some of our famous celebrities. A cheer goes up in the crowd as Loverboy Tappert, the matinee idol, arrives in his cerise Cadillac convertible. But who is the lovely lady that he is so gallantly helping out of the car? On a closer look I recognize the gay divorcee, Marilyn Brown who is just back from Reno after her fourth marital adventure. Right in back of Ted s glamorous vehicle arrives a chauf- feur-driven Rolls Royce. The elegant lady stepping out is none other than Nancy Preston, one of Brooklyn s fore- most social leaders who is now chairman of the Women’s Maid Problem Committee. But we haven't time to tell you about all the celebrities that are arriving, for in the distance I hear the faint music of the band announcing the beginning of the day s festivities. Resplendent in royal blue uniforms with gold braid the band is now strutting by. I see by the program that the lovely drum majorette is Pat Downs, the U. S. twirling champ. As the band passes by, I see that that jazz player Bill Wells, leading the trombone section, appears to be the only one in step. The band has just halted before the reviewing stand where we will hear the opening day speeches. Geraldine Rackett, the first woman mayor of New York, steps forward to give the welcoming speech. As she starts to speak with the forceful tone for which she was so famous in high school — oops!! I see by my watch that I will have to run if I want to catch the results of the farm show. CRASH! BOOM! BANG! Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but I was just shoved into a pots and pans display by two pranking delegates from the League of Mischief-Lovers' Convention. The laughter in the background is coming from the two jokesters, Stumpy Bogashewicz and Lappy LaBad — at least those are the names that are lettered on their convention hats. Oh well, men will be children! All that noise you hear now is the cattle being led back to their pens after parading before the judges, A blue ribbon is now being handed to John Rempe, a prominent farmer, for his prize winning Equinox. That's the new cross-breed of a horse and an ox with which he’s been experimenting. But something has distracted the attention of the onlookers. A huge red and grey bus has just rolled in and it appears to be swarming with children. As the bus grinds to a halt, a harried young woman steps out. My assistant has just informed me that this is Mrs. Rosemary G. - - - , who very stoutly insists that the twenty-six kids are all her own (one for each letter of the alpha- bet) — some through adoption of course. I am anxious to see what the driver of this madhouse on wheels looks like. Well! Instead of the huge burly man that I had expected would have been needed to fill such a job, a quiet little man nonchalantly steps out and quickly walks away. Curiosity gets the better of me and a peek into the bus and onto the identification card tells me that his name is Joseph Shipman. All this exercise has reminded me of the time of day —lunch time. A neon sign advertising Peg s Patio catches my eye. As Peg Freeman is noted for her excellent food, I will turn the mike over to my assistant here and stop in for a bite to eat. Thank you, Lowell, I'll see you later. Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is Walter Hopper taking over for Lowell Kaltenborn. For those who have just tuned in, we are bringing you the opening day events at the State Fair. Over in a corner of the patio I see Virginia Unander who has just returned from Europe where she has been gath- ering material for her new novel on Continental gentlemen. She is with Alex Giorgi who is to be the illustrator of her next literary venture. I guess that you would like to hear a little about the side shows. Right in front of me now is a weight-lifter, who instead of using the weights as they were intended, appears rather amusing to the crowd by his tired, lazy att- itude as he sits with his feet propped up on the dumb-bells. Across his chest, uniquely tattooed is the name Smitty. The milling crowd has been steadily increasing, but one loudly dressed fellow seems to be attracting a great deal of attention. On pushing toward him, I see he is a vendor of some sort. The sign on his suitcase ad- vertises Cookie’s Portable Bed, the lazy man’s answer to waiting in long lines. Well, here is a worth-while stand — a kissing booth run by Marion King. The posters say that the proceeds will go to the Poor Pups and Scrawny Cats Society. Now, that's a worthy cause so excuse me while I collect a kiss. I see that Lowell is back and ready to resume the broadcasting.

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 Seated: (left to right) Geraldine Rackett, Mary Lou Johnson Standing: Terry Overton, Virginia Unander, Marian Van Popering, Dr. Lamb, and Eugene Bogashewicz 74e TfatiottaC Society The National Honor Society was organized in 1922 in order to stimulate an interest in scholarship in high schools throughout the United States and at the same time promote higher ideals of citizenship. After analyzing the needs of training for citizenship those responsible suggested as a basis qualification for membership in the soc- iety — character, scholarship, leadership and service. As membership is limited to fifteen percent of the graduating class, only six students could be chosen from the Senior group. Selection is made by the entire high school faculty who meet and discuss the qualifications of eligible Seniors. At a most impressive assembly on Friday, April 6, the six members chosen by the faculty were inducted into the Greenport Chapter of this organization and were presented with membership pins by Dr. Lamb. As membership in the Honor Society is a recognition of the finest ideals of scholarship and citizenship, it is hoped that succeeding classes will strive hard to reach this goal.