Paterson Eastside High School - Mirror Yearbook (Paterson, NJ)

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SENIOR YEAR BOOK 31 way to her I bumped into Rose Bornstein and Diana Dresner, joint owners of the winning horse, I afterward found out. They cleaned up about a quarter of a million each and seemed to be almost satisfied. They always were lucky, anyway. On the road again, we were stopped by a bloomin' English chauffeur of a perfectly peachy car and 'e hexplained that hit was at beastly nuisance, you know, but 'e 'ad run hout of petrol and could we 'elp 'im, don't you know? While hubby was endeavoring to do so I casually glanced into the tonneau of the car. A lady was looking at me through her lorgnettes and I was just about petrified to find out that it was none other than Jeannette McLaughlin, who had married an English nobleman, and had come back to visit the States! Can you beat that? Well, if we keep on, hubby, we'll see the whole class of '23 yet. So on we kept-on into Florida. Lickety split a car passed us so fast we couldn't tell which way it was going. We came upon it soon, however, the driver having stopped to con- verse with a motor cop. The driver was Grace Duffy, speeding her Studebaker again, yes the same one too. But that didn't surprise me as much as when I had a glimpse of the face under the officer's cap, and guess who owned it? Ethel Feldshuh. its the truth alright and you' should have seen that girl ride. Good night! But anyway we had a jolly old talk and Grace went away all smiles-Ethel always was a good sport. She told us, too, that Peg Pollitt was at her winter home in Palm Beach. So when we left Ethel we headed toward the Pollitt mansion. After encircling the grounds of a large estate we decided to venture into them. On coming to the end of a walk we ran right into the re- ception committee which consisted of Peg and her devoted millionaire husband. They were giving a garden party that afternoon for some charity home in the South, of which Alice Cosine was matron. Imagine it? Well, anyway, the main feature of the afternoon was to consist of several Greek dances. Soon the dancers ap- peared upon the scene and were delightful to see. I thought as I watched them dance, from a distance, that there was something familiar about one or two of them and, still puzzled, per- mitted Peg to lead us behind scenes afterward. There I recognized the girls through their make-up and almost tainted. Know them? I'll say I did. Ferne Young, Marian Lane, Alice Turner,- Margaret Peters, Tillie Frankel and Wanda Rego. What a beautiful picture they presented., They started to do a little dance for us but Allce's curls caught in Marian's wreath and lt ended with a laugh and considerable fun. In Atlanta a few days later we visited the headquarters of the Womens' Ku Klu Klan and accidentally discovered Louise Wright. What was she doing there? Why, quietly and mys- teriously as ever, regulating the movements df that organization. Going through Virginia we passed a billboard, t'Zarrow's Circus in Town. Oh, let's go I said, I haven't been to a small town circus in ages. We went. This way, ladies and gents, see the greatest fat lady in captivity, only a nickle a look. This way. - Good heavens, haven't I heard that melodious voice some- where? ,I should say I have, everybody in P. H. S. has heard Dot Doss some time or other. Dot got us to have a peek at the fat lady-Ruth Coven, no one else. And fat-she must have gained a pound every day since graduation. Dot had a competitor in the field. Lillian Glass, Circus Clown, was drawing the crowd away. I was surprised at Mgr. Zarrow's Lack of Economic Intelligence. There was a snake charmer too. Guess again -yes, Loretta Colvin, and couldn't she charm those snakes? She always did have the charming power, especially when there were a few of the male sex about. The show was a great success, Manager Sarah Zarrow informed us and she took us in to the main tent where a bareback rider was per- forming. Loretta Lawler in pink tights! Wowee!! I almost had to drag hubby by the neck to get him out of there. As it was, he wasn't looking where he was going and knocked Anna Sanders and her peanut stand over. We bought some peanuts as a little recompense. About a week later we were going through Wilmington, Delaware and guess who we saw? Mildred Feldman, tying apples on a lilac tree. VVho' da' thunk it? On to Washington. At the Capitol we inter- rupted a Cabinet meeting, but, pshaw, what dif- ference did that make when one knew the Pres- ident personally. Alice Fitzgerald, of course, who did you think it was? Alice adjourned the meeting and we had a grand ol' chat. I glanced once or twice at my husband to see what on earth Sec'y. of State June Waldman could be telling him. Some old pranks I suppose. He certainly seemed interested. That night we sat in the President's box at the Lincoln Theater and listened to Kreisler's suc- cessor play the fiddle. Dinah Rosen just made the place ring with applause. No less did her famous accompanist, Ruth Gary, who also cone descended to play a few selections for the eager audience. Se'c'y. of Treasury, Harriet Gessler, was there too, in an'oth'er box. She looked per- fectly stunning and had a gigantic male follow- ing. Between the acts we discussed the merits

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304 GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL CLASS PROPHECY. If I have Whispered truth, whisper no longer, Speak as the tempest does, Sterner and stronger. It was the tenth anniversary of our High School graduation. I thought, as I looked out at the flowers in the garden of my home in Los Angeles, what would I not give to be back at old P. H. S. once more and be among my old school chums again. As I was sitting there remembering, wishing, dreaming, my husband came rushing in and asked me if I would like to go across the States with him, he on business, I on pleasure. Once again my power of wishing had not failed me. So, one week later, hubby and I were driving in our car, contendedly gazing eastward. We made few uneventful stops before we came to Reno, Nevada. In Reno, do as the Renoites do, someone said, and so I strolled' into a divorce court, all unprepared for the surprise that greet- ed me. , , Good gracious, I thought, if that judge doesn't look like Elizabeth Archibald! Sure enough. Silence reigned as E. A. walked stately down the aisle and began the work of the afternoon. First case called. I didn't recognize the names but I nearly fell off the seat when Dinah Levenstein walked up to the witness lnox and took oath. While giving testimony she tried to vamp every man in the-audience. But that wasn't all, she named Minnie Rothstein as the woman in the case! Next case. Ye gods and little monkey wrenches-Edith Thompson weeping buckets full because her husband insisted upon drinking his tea without any sugar in it. Phew, it was getting too hot for me! Next on the program was Margaret Thomp- son. I wanted to screecn as she told the jury that her husband had absolutely refused to give her a, million dollars a year for pin money. We all had a grand and glorious chat after Judge Elizabeth dismissed court . About a week later, in Utah, we crossed a beautiful river, named in honor of the famous Opera Star, Margery Greene. We were dying to hear her sing but our informant told us that she was touring Europe at that time! We had not gone more than a few miles farther when we 'came to a sudden standstill. Two people were having a fight right in the middle of the road. Upon separating them we found them to be Mae Barrowclough and Edna Wardle. They proceeded to explain the cause of the disturbance. It seems that they were both married to the same Mormon and Mae said it was her turn to go for him in the car that night and Edna said it was hers. WVe tried to help them out of their difficulty and all was well when we left them. That night we heard Elva Dutchess, noted evangelist, preach on the sins of Mormonism. As an introduction someone lead a few poems written by the famous Elva P. P. Once, at a hotel in New Orelans, we had the most delicious pancakes for breakfast I ever tasted in my life. I found out that they were made with Aunt Bernice's Pancake Flour, and who do you sup- pose manufactures it? Why Bernice Rouser, of course, rich and successful now. While my hubby was attending to some busi- ness at Memphis, I decided to dig upf' Florence Abbott whom I had heard was doing some re- search work in connection with her History of the Civil War. I found not only Flo. but her stalwart captain, Eliz. Konesky. The pair of them were doing wonders. I left them later on, and knowing that we had rather a dull trip ahead of us I bought two books to read. One was by Edna Daly and the other by Sarah Berman, the two foremost novelists of the time. Not so bad, eh? Hubby informed me that we might stop at Lexington to see the big horse race. Onward to Lexington we rode. The race track was be- decked with flowers and flags and we settled down to enjoy the race. It was feverishly ex- citing and Sylvia-Rebecca came in first, the finest thoroughbred I had ever seen, incident- ally named after Sylvia Cheifitz and Rebecca. Harelick, great cross-continent walkers. My goodness, a. girl jockey and none other than Margaret Ward! As I was trying to make my

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32 GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL of Dorothy Anderson's Essay on Psychology, which seemed to have received international approval. We finally landed at Paterson, in good old New Jersey. A million thrills. We stopped at the Alexander Hamilton Hotel for dinner that night. Attracted by the noise and levity from the other side of the room we discovered Sadye Rosenberg, the center of the group and the li!e of the party. All were in evening dress and each one spelled just oodles of money. Among the diners were-Edith Cohen, Frieda Fire and Lillian Roemer, and Ethel Silver. Taking Lil- lian's advice we went to the Regent that night to see Frieda Appelbaum in her latest picture. Just the same Frieda-laughing, dashing, lov- ing. No wonder the place was packed. The picture was directed by Rona Silberman, written by Evelyn Carr, famous scenario writer, and art titles were by Ella Strobino. Talk about suc- cess and fame! We enjoyed every bit of the program. From the Pathe News we learned that Alice Gregson had won a beauty contest in some famous city and that Marge Munson had been sent for to do her portrait. We also dis- covered that Gladys Dotson had been chosen champion winker of the World. That didn't surprise us. Esther Boyle was pianist for the orchestra and their selection was delightful. The next day I came across Gertrude Boess- neck and Gertrude Parker, still going to Normal. I left them when their bus came and went up to inspect a very familiar looking building opposite the Court House. Gee, things seemed like old times. I found out that I knew several teach- ers, old and new. Among the new ones were Jean Waldman, who was teaching, Bookkeeping, Clare Holster, a Latin teacher and Charlotte Dolson was a Domestic Science Teacher. The name Toes didn't fit Anna May Webster any more-you wouldn't think so if you could see her juggle- those dumb-bells in the gymnasium. I met Merle Shauger down town shopping. She had peaceably settled down to married life, she told me, and had no less than ten offsprings. Good old Merle, how glad 1 was to see her once again. Bertha Belovsky, too, had given up her position in Chicago and had come home toroost and a. love affair. M-erle and Bertha told me about some girls that I saw before I left, Suzanne Temple, who ran the elevator in the hotel, Marjorie MacPhail head Waitress there and Celia Gaddis who had secured the envied position of hat-checker in the same hotel. Tillie Fromel was financial secre- tary for a large firm in Wall St. and made all sorts of money. Clara Rizzo and Anna Massar were kindergarten teachers. Bernadette Fitz- patrick and Alice Potts had opened a Nickle- Dump movie on Main Street and served sodas between reels. Eleanor Probert and Ethel Con- don had moved to Hickville and were devoting their lives to a pig farm. Marian Russell, fam- ous aviatrix, had started an aviation school near Paterson, and was having great succees with it. sk Pk X4 Months later, as we wound our way slowly homeward, away from the school and city nestled in the peaceful valley , I felt content. The friends were scattered all over the globe. Some had attained the pinnacle of success, others not-but every one of the old High School chums was alive and happy. After all, is not happiness the most essential thing in life? HELEN G. WALKER. CLASS WILL. We the Class of January, 1923, of the Girls' High School of Paterson, County of Passaic, State of New Jersey, of the United States of America, being of' sound and disposing mind and realizing that our happy times in G. H, S. are about to end, do declare this to be our last will and testament. First:-To our principal, vice-principal, and faculty, we leave our sincerest affection and deepest gratitude for the instruction which they have given us and for the storehouse of learning which they have opened up to us. Secondly:-To the Class of June, 1923, we be- queath our general ability to do things, our spirit of loyalty, our air of cheerfulness and vivacity, the eternal daily grind, Mr. Smith's jokes, Mr. Steinmetz to have and to hold as long as senior rehearsals remain, and lastly, the hope that their days and memories may be as happy as ours have been. Thirdly:-To the Freshies we bequeath the green lawn in front of G. H. S. To the Sopho- ruores, we bequeath our staid and dignified man- ner which they have vainly tried to imitate. To the Juniors, we bequeath all of the zeroes which they are sure to receive. Special Bequests:-We the Class of January, 1923, desire to give and bequeath to the indi- vidual students those attributes which we con- sider most fitting. Margaret Thompson leaves her supreme height to Etta. Cairns in hopes that Etta will grow a bit taller. Florence Abbott leaves to Gertrude Bond her silence, and to Marion Moore she leaves- her thin figure, in order to help Marion reduce.. Anna. May Webster, as class tomboy, leaves her lively nature to Gertrude Bond. b