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

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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

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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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Miss SENIOR YEAR BQOK Ruth Coven leaves her extra weight to Olive Gary. Alice Fitzgerald leaves her large supply of school spirit to G. H. S. as a whole, and her ability as a politician to future American History classes. ' Helen Walker leaves her popularity to Mar- garet Gilmour. A Alice Gregson, Alice Turner, and Marion Lane leave to Irma Simonton, Dorothy Grundy, and Louise Hudson their ability to remain insepar- able. Marion Russell leaves her athletic ability to Peg Richardson to help with next season's basketball games. Gladys Dotson leaves her fussiness to Dorothy Pryce, that the time-honored custom of fussing may be perpetuated. Alice Turner leaves he'r ability as an actress to Mildred Burr. Elizabeth Archibald leaves her ability as an artist to Grace Hutchinson. Dorothy Doss bequeaths her noisiness to Queenie Millar in hopes of banishing Queenie's air of melancholy. Lillian Glass leaves to Izora Stevens her ability to tell funny stories, in order to help Ishy with the Criteri-on's humor department. Ferne Young leaves her vampishness to Marge Ryan. Peg Pollitt, as class flapper, leaves to Corinne Jacobson her ability to charm the stronger sex. Our days in G. H. S. are over. With faint heart and gasping breath we resign ourselves to the inevitable. Sorrowfully we relinquish our happy school days. To all who are left be- hind, we leave our best wishes for their future success. We hope that these, our last gifts, may be lovingly cherished through all time to come, and trust that this, our last will and testament, will be faithfully executed. fSigned byl The Senior Class. By ELVA M. DUTCHESS. Can You Imagine Miss Hemingway-without a serious inien. Mrs. Barringer-not willing to do a favor. Miss McNair-not flying around. ' Miss Buckley--with nothing to do. Mrs. Denner-long and thin. Miss Cairns-short and fat. Miss Banghart-angry more than five minutes. Miss Pierce-without her drawl. Miss Healy-careless. 'Miss'Adams-sticking up for boys. Miss Duffy-without pep. Miss Rea-without that Winsome smile. Miss Abell-acting foolish. Mrs. Wessman-Y acting serious. Miss Romary-in boys school. Miss Barrowclough-+narrow-minded Miss 'Gilmour-without rosy cheeks. Miss Duryea-with Miss Gilmour. THINGS THAT NEVER .HAPI-'ELS IN SECTION 51 . Banghart-without a smile. Florence Abbott-bawled out for talking, Gertrude Boessneck-with a hole in her stocking. Charlotte Effros-not combing her hair. Ethel Feltshuh-not curious. Ethel Feltman-with her mouth closed. Alice Fitzgerald-not arguing politics. Alice Turner-not selling candy. Lillian Glass-not able to answer a question. C some how.J Claire Holster-not giggling. Alice Gregson-not biting her nails. Queenie Millar-not arguing with Lil Glass. Wanda Rege-not winking. Clara Rizzo-not studying. Marion Lane-in her own seat. Helen Walker-not walking around room. Mary Watts-hearing question first time, June Waldman-not telling Jean a funny story. Jean Waldman-not laughing over it. Edyth Thompson-wearing a, long skirt. Charlotte Dolson-prepared. Margaret Ward-writing notes. Tillie Frankil-saying Yes Mam . Dorothy Doss-not 'cracking wise. Dinah Rosen--cranky. Margaret Gilmour-knocking that sister of hers. Minnie Rothstien-silent. Anna Sanders-not using her diamond studd- ed manicuring set. Edna Wardle-cutting up. Lillian Roemer-not primping. May Barrowclough-not all there. Bernice Rouser--not holding her own. Edythe Cohen-not dreaming. Elizabeth Konesky--without her hair curled. Ethel Silver-not showing her dimples. Marjorie McPhail-not studious. The members of the Senior Class wish to express their profound thanks t-o Miss Proche and her Sales Class for the splendid help they have given to the year book. The ads which they secured have largely made this publication possible.