Richard Montgomery High School - Rocket Yearbook (Rockville, MD)

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THE ROCKET versify. (They had to give him something to do over there, because he spent most of his time on the campus.) About this time an ambulance drove up and I almost fainted when I saw the names in silver letters “And and Pumphrey—Ambulance and Funeral Directors.” Well, they picked me up, and one of the cutest nurses 1 have ever seen took me by the hand. It was Man- (lettings—and just the same old Mary. I wasn’t hurt badly, so we talked of old times—(at least, Mary did the talking). At the hospital, the nurse turned out to be Margaret Huntington. Oh! what a surprise and such a pleasant one. After several days, I recovered and left this institution. As I was walking down East Montgomery Avenue, I saw a huge sign “Becker and Speare, Undertakers, Inc.” I had seen the announcement of the wedding in the paper, a few years ago, hut it had slipped my mind. Well, I entered (praying) and a rather portly gentleman said to me, “Something for you— Well, how are you ‘Perk’?” This salutation was the means by which I was taken to the Becker mansion for supper. With such a memory as this, I continued my stroll. Ah! a huge politician advertisement across the street! It read “Vote for Miss Martha Ricketts for the Senate—the people's candidate.” It was Martha who solved R. H. S.’s parking problem back in ’31, you remember. A few steps took me to the High School and the principal’s office was my first stop. Ah, the secretary—none other than the capable school-mate, Elsie Jackson. She still had her school girl complexion which made her the most popular girl in 4c. But wait! The principal! There was something awfully familiar, his hair was white from worry. I went in and there I met Mr. Russell—what a shock! He took me visiting all of the rooms of the old building and we made a stop at a gym class. The Varsity basketball players were practicing for a coming game. The girls were being coached by the star of our day, Margaret Bennett, and the boys by the famous star Harlan (Vacuum-top) Will. I also learned he was “pro” at the Gala Gluck Country Club (made famous by Pa Piffle and Mescal Ike). He was being assisted by Mr. Edgar Gartner. Mr. Will’s locker was filled with cigarettes, which were given him for the “holes-in one.” He was so busy that he didn’t see me. In another room Miss Pasma was trying to teach an ambitious Rocket Staff, a few “pointers” on editorials. Upstairs in Room 21 was the French class. I heard a discouraged voice saying, “En francaise, s’il vous plait.” It was none other than our prize French student, Diant ha A. Bowie. In another room Miss Sanbower was going through the same ethics,—to another class (for the classes were much larger now). Several days later, I found opportunity to visit the city’s largest department store. My mind was still fresh from previous experiences but further pleasures were awaiting me. I entered the store with my wife and the first counter we visited was the cosmetic departmnt. Here, the lady came up to us,—she was an appropriate type for this place, too. Behind the mask, we recognized Dorothy Johannes, still up to old habits. Deeper into the mass of counters we pushed. Oh! we had neglected the shoe department, so we were hastily met by a saleswoman who started her usual line and before she had finished two sentences. T found it to he Ruth Gaither. This store had not yet revealed all its fond memories. Page Twenty-nine

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THE ROCKET Class Prophecy GW9 kars have rolled by, and I start a journey through the Kiates. Of all -Jf the trips 1 have ever taken in my forty years, this was the strangest. 1 decided to go by aeroplane, and as 1 entered the office I saw a flashy-.ooking. young aviator who was to pilot our plane. He was none other than our old class president, Jack Lake. He had lost none of his good looks; he was still laughing that horse laugh we had all learned to know as a danger signal. The first thing he greeted me with was one of his far-famed atrocious puns. My attention was then wrenched from pleasant thoughts by a laugh that rang with astounding familiarity and I turned to face Miss Helen Butts (she did not boast that name now), laughing away and speeding along on a typewriter, just making the keys sing. 1 was so delighted to see her 1 almost hugged her despite my wife’s protest. After leaving, boarding the plane, I had further elusions in store for me. I met those three pals, Charles I’rettyman, Francis Ingalls and Calvin Linton. I learned that a new firm had just been established—“Prettyman and Linton, Attorneys at-Law.” They were bound to be successful because they had no end to new ideas. Ingalls was a business man, now married to a (Miss--------), and running a poultry farm, and at the same time, preach- ing in a small church in Podunk Center. Before my arrival at Rockville, 1 thought 1 would visit Sait her sburg, where I found our old friend Dntrow, running a printing shop and keeping store. His “pep” was not gone, as well as his famous whistle (you know, that noise that almost drove Abell Archibald Norris, Jr., crazy). Just as my thoughts were on him, behold he arrived! He was still driving that old Chevrolet. My journey back to Rockville would not have been complete, if I had not attended a show. Here, to my surprise, 1 saw the advertisement on the bill-board, “Those Big Town Girls” with Xookie Fisher and Eleanor McAfee starring with that over-famous comedian, George Bennett (who, by the way, as a side line, is president of the Bennett Chain Stores). This picture was a revival of old days and the stars lacked none of their vim and vigor. 1 had no sooner stepped out of the theatre, when 1 was hurtled out into the air by a flying auto. It came to a stop, a perfect three point landing. When I gained my senses, a rather handsome gentleman was stooping over me and was making apologies and said, “Sorry, but my tires needed air. It was none other than Horsey Howes, lit is now President of Maryland t ni- Page Twenty-eight

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THE R () C A E T The Beauty and Barber shops were our next stopping places. In the Beauty Shop we were met by two of our fairest students, back in ’31. Three guesses! Edna Lowry and Eleanor Pope. Edna had specialized in facelifting. while Eleanor was a hair-waving expert. Treasures and good service at last! It was only a step to the Barber Shop, and I climbed in one chair, and my wife into another. Ah! women barbers! 1 fell into a pleasant reflection but was soon awakened for the shop showed a sign of expertness. When T turned, I faced Ruby Shipe. Edith Whalen was my wife’s barber (from 16 to — ought to produce good barbers). We again start on our tour, only to stop before a sculpture exhibition. Ah! the masterpieces had been done by Rebecca Simms and Beatrice Fisher. Having found about all we could here, we went to buy our supper (to cook) at the market. Dave Maughlin and Dorothy Brandenburg were managing different stands, the former a Tasty Meat” and the latter a “Florist” stand. A short talk with Dave and I found him to be a successful scientific farmer. At a nearby stand was Dorothy: she had a dainty sprinkler in her hand. With these duties performed, 1 had only to step in the bank before going home to supper. The cashier, a new fellow, stepped up with the greatest of politeness and asked me what my business was. I almost started to tell him that it was none of his business, when I discovered it to be Charles Israel. When he recognized me he bestowed on me that flashing smile, that made him famous here at school. At last, home again, and after finishing a hot supper I sat down in the living-room to read the evening paper. What! a young lady had gone on an eighteen-day diet and had lived on the products of £ .55 for a week and a half. This was amazing but still more so, when I read the name— Mildred MacKay. My eyes raced over the headlines—“A Big Fight In New York To-night”—the promoter, Audrey Pugh, the only woman promoter in the country, was expecting a full house. Well, our pugilistic classmate had risen into such a strange world. Next, in the Editorial Section, 1 saw a poem “Stars and The Moonlight”—the season’s greatest hit. by Chapman. She always did have a knack for such subjects. My gaze then wandered to the “marriage column. There in big type was the following announcement: “On May 6, Miss Helen Garrett will be married to Prince Oswald Pereival Boza of England.” My wife interrupted my pleasant reading and suggested that we go to a movie. 1 asked what was playing at the “Riviera” and she said that Anna Lintliicum was starring in “Blondes or Brunettes.” The Norris sisters, famous toe dancers, would appear on the stage, so I readily agreed to go As I was passing the Information Bureau (next door to the theatre), I remembered it was nearly vacation time, so I stepped in for a moment. Who do you think the informer was? Carol Snyder, and did she give me information! I could hardly keep up with her extensive vocabulary. (I'll be broke after that vacation.) As I strolled on to the movies, 1 saw a huge sign “Dancing Taught In 10 Minutes” by Mile. Wire, famous dancer. I wondered and then decided that it must have been our classmate. The show was over about eleven and on the way back to the hotel, I bought a morning paper, which I lost no time in resuming to read when I settled in a comfy chair. My eyes began to get drowsy, so 1 closed the evening paper with contentment. Alvin Peukins. Page Thirty