Saratoga Springs High School - Recorder Yearbook (Saratoga Springs, NY)

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12 THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER had won back the Davis Cup for the United States, after making two holes with one drive. After he had finished, a jazz orchestra,- which I noticed was made up almostentirely of our classmates, struck up uDarolanella. The leader was Ken Duval, Alice Covkin banged the cymbals while shooting wicked glances over toward the professor, and Catherine Ouellette played the piano tshades of Assemblyl while Audrey OlRaidy did an Oriental dance. At that moment, a form passed crying, ttCigars and Cigarettes, Cigarette and Cigar-ars ! and there was Dot Snyder selling the wicked weed. Then, as it was around the wee sma, hours of the morning, we got our check and went to the cashierls desk, over which Grace Wilsey presided. We want to tell her now, if ever she sees this, that she short-changed us thirteen cents. Finally, we returned to the hotel and were let in by Alfred Waring, the nightwatchman, who seemed scandalized at our arrival at this early hour. On entering the hotel, we realized for the first time its actual beauty and demanded in awed tones who was the decorator. After Alfred had informed us, we unanimously agreed that Doris Feulner was a great futurist. Alfred then called a bell boy to show us to our rooms. When the gold-braided figure finally stood still before our eyes, we recognized Chester Moore, who had j ust returned from playing the comet in the Bell-boys, Band and was rather out of breath. He said that they had been celebrating the winning of the cross-country hike cup by Elizabeth Swick. Going up-stairs we met Ethel York who, under her authority as house- keeper, was about to call the servants to get up. With a sigh, she said that she supposed there would have to be two late breakfasts for us. Later that morning, as we came downstairs, the Professor insisted on getting a cigar. He was so long about it that I finally went over there, and he was leaning over thhe counter talking to Anna Noyes. i She was making him buy a package of chewing gum which had laterly been invented by Edward Maddock. I was about to point out a package that I desired when my eye was caught by a three-inch headline in a morning paper Mary Yakubec-star of Knute Rockne,s team-runs 90 yards for a touchdownfy I immedi- ately went over to the telephone office to send my congratulations to Mary and who should be the telephone girl but J osephine Ruscitto. It sure was great to see her. She had just been very much excited over a conversation between Dot Ramsdill, who was J udge of Traffic Cases and Earl Robinson, who had parked his bicycle on the Town Hall steps. Josephine said youtd never know that Dot was a girl from her language, but she ought to be able to speak after all those English lessons taken of a special tutor, Ben Kischenbaum.

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER 11 a nightis lodging. After getting a suite of rooms, we entered the grill for dinner. Because of Ralph Ellsworth,s prompt attention, we soon had a very good meal. Upon leaving, we were handed a cook-book which explained how the different foods were prepared by Otis Zealey. To our inquiries concerning amusement Ralph answered that the show at the Congress-Palace was sure a ttthriller, and that, in addition, there would be vaudeville and Pathe News. We had just seated ourselves in the peanut gallery, when the curtain went up and the news reel showed that at last one of our old playmates had realized his ambition. Charlie Kennedy was now Mussolini, ruler of all except his wife-nee Sylvia Zukerman. The feature picture was ohe of the desert, Which featured Clifford Farr riding up on a fiery steed and carrying off Elizabeth Peck, who later was saved through the super-human efforts of her co-star, Robert Lawrence, to whom in the final fade-out, she pledges her eternal love. Then came three acts of Keith vaudeville and it must be admitted that they were ttterrible? The head-liners were Francis Smith and Nate Feld- man, who presented a classic dancing act. After the performance, the professor met Milton Porter and Donald McNaughton who dragged us out to a soft drink establishment, which was run by J ohn Collins and Bill Davis. After a few ttnuth sundaes, we began to recall the ttgood old days? So many of the old gang had turned out to be teachers-Perry Kelsey. for instance, was now teacher of aesthetic dancing at Skid- more. Efnor Vanderwerker was head professor of Palmer Method Handwriting at the old High School. Vesta Santabar was now Mr. N eilanis assistant and in her annual demand for a higher salary, ,had said that Donald Thomas, children alone qualified her for it, since they invariably played tthookyti or slept too late in the morning. Florence Ellsworth was head of the Board of Latin Regents. J ust then the doorbell rang and I answered it. It was Florence Griffen asking me to tell Leroy Stiles that he was to come home at once- that this was the last time she would drag him away from that crowd. As that interruption sort of broke up the party, we went over to the Cogan restaurant, which was run by Elizabeth Cogan. The first dance after we came in was a Black-Bottom-Charleston by George Bartholomew. We must say that the kid isnit missing when it comes to using his feet. At a table bench were Ruth and Vesta Smith with their lawyer, Germaine Wheldon. I gathered from their conversation that they were being sued by Smith Bros. for making a new kind of cough-drops and calling it Smith Sisters. As I was about to speak to them John Wilhelm appeared on the scene and held forth a long vime on golf, the gist of which was the fact that Thomas Christopher

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER 13 When we had seated ourselves for breakfast, Ralph brought over an old friend of ours, Harold Brown. His present position was dress designer for a factory. He claimed that the Petteys sisters, Gladys and Helen, were copying his ideas on dress for their hats. The Pro- fessor and I could not quTte get the drift of his reasoning but perhaps it was because we had stayed out so late the night before. Harold went on to say that he had just designed a fancy costume for Lois Bortle, who had become social secretary for Mrs. Vincent Astor. Our pleasant meal was interrupted by a stern, business-like voice saying, ttYou still owe me twenty cents on your General Associa- tion dues for 19273, With a sigh I drew out twenty cents and handed them to Audrey Bussing, who claimed to be the permanent Treasurer for the Class of 27. She sat down and began to talk over old times. From her account we learned that Florence Eddy was matron and Dorothy Hauerwas was manager of an endowed home for aged cats. The. latest joke about Vernette J ohnson was that she had sat beside a man bleeding to death, looking through a nursets encyclopedia to procure the most approved means of making a tourniquet. In speak- ing about hospitals Audrey said that when she went to collect dues from Frances Jackson and Anna Perry, she found that Frances had a position as typist, to take down bed-side confessions, and that Anna had one day etherized the head physician by mistake. After We had paid our bill and had left the hotel, we stopped at a soda fountain Where we discovered Edna Greiser at the desk. We tried to obtain from her the information as to where the flying field was, and, since she did not know, she directed us to an informa- tion booth across the street. When we had finally pushed our way through the hordes of girls from ten to fifteen who surrounded the booth, we saw that it was run by Gene Yeackel. Beside him was the Secretary of the Chamber of Commerce, Doris Martin, who immediately turned her attention to vamping the Professor. It was necessary to drag him away, and when we finally managed to get him to the flying field what was our surprise to see Augustus Sigsby painting a huge sign advertising the hotel we had stayed at. From behind the board popped out a re- porter from the New York World to ask our opinion as to the probable intervention of the Japanese in the raising of goldfish. Yes, you guessed it, it was Howard Curry. He said that he was collecting material to answer a heated article on the subject by Margaret Kanaly, Editor of the Atlantic Monthly. When we got to the field, we saw a plane out and almost ready to go, except that someone was sitting far out on the wing. The pilot had his back turned to us, but when we asked if this was our