Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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T1-ra DOME Page 17 if UNE 30, I929, ten years after my grad- Fgl uation from the Richmond Hill High School, I had been reading the papers and had seen one of my classmate's names in a list of society welfare workers. I fell asleep, and dreamed that I was a Rajah looking into a crystal ball. At first the ball was cloudy and nothing was visible, but it gradually cleared and I was looking into the office of the Pres- ident of the Preventit Fire Insurance Company. At first no one was there, but almost instanta- neously appeared a tall, stately man, with red hair,- so red, in fact, that when he walked in a beam of sunlight you'd actually think it was on ire. I-Ie seated himself at his desk,- But hold on! I know this man. Vlfho can it be? Why, Russell Moir, president of our Senior Class. I-Ie was now engagediin giving authorita- tive utterance to his secretary, a dark, pretty, youthful girl with a familiar Visage. Blow me down if it wasn,t Edith Wills taking dictation from her schoolboy chum. The scenes then shifted to an apparel estab- lishment at 5 Fifth Avenue, and as the picture became clearer Flora Clickman's name was on the window. Inside, Frances Merron, Gertrude McEnaney, and Ruth Orr were performing ser- vices as manikins, and Harold Dietz strutted around as the Hoorwalker. Immediately following this I saw a little tea- room at 42nd Street and Madison Avenue. A cluster of garrulous ladies were seated at one of the tables, so I conceived it was a coffee- clotch. Upon closer inspection I found them to be Jessie Praitsching, hostess, Beatrice Marx, Helen Nixon talking as usual about everything in general and nothing in particularj, Evelyn Marchi, Mary McKenna, and Elizabeth Walters. Suddenly another young lady approached and with a very pleasant smile asked, 44 Is everything suitable? W But before she had time to say an- other thing she was recognized by the group as Ruth I-Ieitzmann, and you can picture the aftermath. The scene now shifted to Richmond Hill High School, where an assembly was being held. Mr. Dann's seat was occupied by Charles Basile, and Philip Hagelstein was speaking on The Elasticity of the Monroe Doctrine in connection with the History Department. Suddenly I saw a room in the east wing. A Spanish faculty meeting was taking place, Michael Galletta presiding, and Dorothy Nuding, Edward Strueber, and Alice Brown were among the faculty.

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Page 16 THE DOME ,ay The Dome of thought, the palace of the soul I l THE DOME H s 1--.R E -- iltwlllt' b f PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS or RICHMOND HILL HIGH SCHOOL i f EDITORIAL BOARD EDITOR-IN-CHIEF .... FRANCIS E. KEATING CIRCULATION STAFF Business Manager ..... LESTER SKINNER Assistants Assistants RUTH WADE ELISE DANN NATHAN KOSSACK HERBERT GRANOFF Aclvertisiug Manager . . EUGENE BURMEISTER Annex 56 . . M. BERNSTEIN , . ...... . GRANOFF Treasurer . . . . LAWRENCE cLIsT Am 90 J FACULTY ADVISERS B kk . . . . BERTHA NOE 00 eepe' ANNA PRICE ROBERT H. PROCTOR Faculty Adviser . . SUZANNE B. LENT Art Advertising Issued Quarterly RICHMOND HILL, N. Y.C., June 10, 1929 Price 35 Cents THE THRILL OF D-X -x 'K l HE most awe-inspiring expression on 'U the face of a human being is that of flue-,,,.f-fi a radio bug 7' at three o'clock in the morning listening to Wellingtoii, New Zealand. There is no exultation experienced by humanity that can be compared to receiving or sending a sound thousands of miles through space and realizing that your mind is in Contact with an- other stranger in a land you will probably never see. Somehow there is always a thrill in doing things at a great distance, even in receiving letters, but when a communication is picked up out of the air by something of your own con- struction, the L' kick W is simply indescribable. Picture a young fellow in shirt-sleeves, hair tousled, dark rings under his eyes. Despite his appearance, there is a glint in his eye that be- speaks his determination to get something or blow out his tubes. Suddenly he clamps his phones tightly to his ears, intense concentration on his face. As the code buzzes in, his face falls. ,lust some Canadian. A vicious twist of the dials sends him hfty metres lower. Again he Hshes for a faint squeal and his face resumes its former expression, only to be disappointed by someone in Seattle. The same performance is repeated time after time, but as he reaches out his face becomes enlight- ened and the disappointments are not as keen. His list covers the United States, Canada, and Mexico, and stretches across the Atlantic into England and Germany and down into Brazil. The clock is at a quarter to three, getting 'to be bedtime, when a faint squeak sounds that must have come from Mars at least. Gently he twists the dials back and forth until he hears faint dots and dashes. His whole body slumps, and his face gazes half fearfully at his set that has thrown him ten thousand miles and back. Just such scenes as this are enacted every day throughout the world by men with their share of the pioneer's blood, who, if their bodies are held back, wander over the world in spirit by means of radio where their forefathers 'traveled in books of exploration or adventure and where their descendants will go by television. During the day they are just ordinary people, but at night they roam the world amid as many trials of patience at least as ever the Spanish conquistadoresg and if the chance is ever of- ferred, as it was to Byrd and Wilcox, they will not be backward in going forward.

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Page 18 THE DOME The ball became clouded, but upon clearing I saw Warren Eydeler in Mr. Steinmetz's office arguing on 'L Vtfhy I am a Democrat with .lack O7Donnell of the Physiography Department. Then I saw a Room 4-I3 in the ball, wherein the rear of the room, among Nettie Seiden was conducting a meeting of the French Club, and I could see visitors seated in whom were Vir- ginia Duerr and Lucille Geier. The meeting was suddenly interrupted with the appearance of Virginia Gilhllan tVirginia's way of getting an earfull, who seeks information, by the way, on Beyeris 'LHOW to Run a Cafeterian and Herzog's Modern and Contemptible American Authors. Then I saw Francis Wandell, hurrying into a taxicab with his Wife, a society debutante. They are speeding along Broadway at 45 per, when a Gardner tAdelaidej coupe bearing the commission-badge pulls up to them and bids them to stop. Wandell gets out of his car in a rage, but quiets down when he sees a big six- foot sergeant in the person of Donald Sturgeon alight from the running-board of the car, fol- lowed immediately by Police Commissioner Kling Anderson, and it sure was hard to get rid of Kling, as the name implies, once he rec- ognized Wandell. However, after exchanging good wishes and also addresses, Sturgeon, An- derson, and Wandell went their ways all re- joicing over their meeting, especially Wandell. Wandell and his wife finally arrived at the Kern, a great baseball magnate. I was enjoying Opera, but upon reaching the inside the first singer was already performing, so it was im- possible for them to go down the aisle, but from the rear it was easily discerned that this second Madame Schumann-Heink was no one else but Ann Smith, our class singer. After her performance they strutted down the aisle, and from their seats the leader of the orchestra was plainly visible. His thick wavy hair was stand- ing on end as he waved his baton gracefully through the air, his pointed full-dress collar was interfering with his double chin, and from the beads of perspiration on his head and nose no one would think that he was passing out with the heat. His selection rendered, he turned to bow to his audience, and who was it but Charles Liberali, our witty schoolboy associate. Then I saw a bookstore, where shelves and shelves of books could be had, but as yet I couldn't see any of their names. As the picture came closer I could distinguish their titles. MKlansmen,7' by Louise Van Houten, the most sensational play on Broadway, featuring John Bruce, Shirley Hathaway, Edith Smallshaw, J ack Stoll, Herbert Monkemeyer, and Ruth Johnson. Then, too, there was Fred Bertsch's Imitations of Henry Burbigf, and N Life on the Planets by Edward Kells. One book especially stood out, and that was 'G Essentials of News Writing, by Francis Keating, of the Times. Then I saw Billy Bull giving the stop-and-go signals to the vehicles at Broadway and 59th Street, right outside of Goldstein 8: Viergutzis 77 law oilice. The scene then shifted to a moving-picture theatre, and I was up in the camera room. Peter Helmers was working the films, and the stage- lights were being operated by William Kurz. I looked through the camera square and saw the title of the picture, His Night at Hornef, star- ring Walter Simons, the quietest in our senior class, and Helen Gamer, 'the noisiest,- so you can imagine His Night at Home. After this there came a very silly comedy starring Fred Garraway and Helen Marx. Suddenly the ball cleared, and I found my- self in mid-ocean on a steamer bound for an Italian port. Many persons of distinction were on board. I saw Hazel Duryea and Helen Buch- heit traveling abroad to open up an art studio. Then, too, there was Edith Smallshaw traveling abroad to introduce her company's make of Worcestershire Sauce to foreigners. I saw Nick myself immensely, when a small boat shot sud- denly across our path. At such short notice I saw Robert Rubin and Jimmy Campbell run- ning all around deck. Suddenly a coast-guard cutter followed them and fired a shot, when the alarm-clock rang, and I looked under the bed and found myself. Edward 0'Neill.