Technical High School - Tech Tiger Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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'J'- CLASS PROPHECY Con't. risen to the high position of President of the Longmeadow Interurban Traction Company. Flying over the river we saw Bill Blodgett steaming up to the Sylvia dock in his craft the Resolute. The Resolute was the first steamboat to come to Springfield up the newly dredged Connecticut River. Upon tuning in the wireless apparatus on our streak, we heard the voice of Theron Loose who was announcing for Station XYZ which is broadcast- ing Sporting News from Rabbi Berk's Tabernacle. After much consultation, we decided that our next stop would be New York. Pointing our prow in the direction of the metropolis, we increased our speed and reached New York almost immediately. Hovering over the Union Station, we saw Charles Haatanen, the famous Boy Scout leader, assisting David Schimmel, a busy umbrella salesman, who had just been knocked down by a passing truck, to arise. As we passed over Columbia Stadium, we saw Si Converse coaching Columbia's star football eleven. We next heard a ticking overhead. We saw a reindeer and sleigh passing over us in the ether. The driver was none other than Stanley Fillion. To satisfy his benevolent tendencies, he was already starting deliveries for next year. His chief agent in the good work was Bill Kenyon, the renowned community worker. Securing a newspaper from a balloon news stand, we saw on the first page that Harold Doolittle and Charles Decater, the world-famous finan- ciers, are about to sail for China to serve as advisers to the new president, Me-No-No. We also read with interest of the lecture scheduled to be given by Benjamin Bushey on: Why people laugh when I speak, and shed tears when I stop. Soaring around the top of the Woolworth building, we looked down the elevator shaft. The first thing that met our eyes was the sight of Jimmie Culverhouse, the financier, coming up to his fortieth story offices. Sweet strains of music next attracted our attention. Careening in the direction of the music, we perceived that it was being generated by a roof garden orchestra. The conductor of the orchestra was none other than Raymond Sacenti. Listening delightedly to the dulcet strains were Felix Julian and Joseph Gentile, noted art connoisseurs. We next directed our flight in the direction of Central Park. As we passed over Broadway, whom should we see but Hilding Lindstrom, the re- nowned Chatauqua leader in earnest conversation with Mae Hutchinson, the young operatic prima-donna. It seems that his only rivals are John Wallenius and John Spencer Read commonly known as the two Johns, We next passed over a large stadium built especially for the purpose of housing the people who will hear the debate on Should American sol- diers be allowed to carry water-pistols '? Fred Borgeson was supporting the affirmative side, Herbert Wiese, the negative. Looking down upon Fifth Avenue, we saw Stuart Cowles, the sombre hero of the silver sheet, who has just appeared in the latest Prizma film, Joseph's Coat of Many Colors. He had just finished a satisfying meal at Kramer's Restaurant. We now took a spin around Central Park. The first thing that at- tracted our attention was Lester Treat, the great hunter and trapper, fish- ing in time park frog-pond. At his side was Donald Bronson, the eminent scientis . THE TECH TIGER T251

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CLASS PROPHECY Con't we were in the year 1950. We decided to slow up, and regulating our pace till we were creeping through the air at the rate of one hundred miles a second, we were afforded an excellent view of Mother Earth. Suddenly a balloon loomed up in the distance. Coasting up to it, we found it contained Charlie Moriarty, who had now fulfilled? his ambition to rise high in the police force. He was directing aerial traffic. We asked him where we could find our old school-mates. After veto- ing his suggestion that we investigate the Sunday Schools and Public Libraries, we decided to visit Springfield. We were both equipped with lad pair of powerful binoculars which we proceeded to focus upon our Alma ater. In one corner of Room 23 we could see Johnney Hayes delivering his famous talk: Why Students Should Study Hard in High School. Looking through the sky-light of the Assembly Hall we saw an assem- bly going on. Adjusting our glasses more finely, we perceived that it was an honor assembly for the purpose of decorating Frasier Acker for con- ducting himself like a gentleman on the field of battle. l Next looking in the gym we saw that Les Roberts had become physical director, in which capacity he was instructing a Freshman Class in social e iquette. We next glided to the outskirts of the city where we saw a mammoth new factory being constructed for the purpose of putting on the market Harold Hoag's tennis racquet that is guaranteed never to miss the ball. Floating close to the scaffolding we asked a couple of masons, whom we saw to be Wesley Dearborn and John Welch, if any other Techites were en- gaged in this enterprise. They told us that Jimmy Goldenberg and Billie Bettigole had refused the positions of night watchmen because their mothers would not permit them to remain out after eight o'clock at night. Focusing our glasses on a speeding object below we were surprised to see Bob. Towne in his new seven cylinder roadster with cardboard top and celluloid windshield on his way to his summer home in the Berkshires. Still feeling rather shaky about leaving our home city we turned our glasses toward Main Street where we saw Leland Shaw playing tenor banjo in the Salvation Army band. He was ably supported by Kenneth Worcester and George Shine at the drums. Robert Gordon was passing the hat. Near by was a large establishment with a sign over the door bearing the inscrip- tion: Gordon and Messier, School Supplies and Garden Tools. Then we beheld a large crowd assembled in the Auditorium listening to the Hon. Quincy Heindl, now Mayor of Springfield, who was lecturing on: Shall we move the First Church. Loud protests were being voiced by the wealthy church members who proved to be none other than Harold Bock, David Wing, and Miss Ednah Wade of the Ladies' Sewing Circle. On the platform were seated Harold Childs, City Treasurer, and Senator James Benedict of Massachusetts. Sitting at the reporters' table was Clyde Hill of the Morning Onion. J From the Auditorium we turned our eyes to the courthouse where we saw Lillian Vaughn, first woman judge of the United States, who was presiding over the case of Merton Bowman against Egbert Walker. The former declared that the latter's geese had awakened his cows before three o'clock in the morning. Going back to the outskirts of the city we saw that Gordon Allen had K2-42 THE TECH TIGER

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CLASS PROPHECY Con't. We had seen enough of New York, and decided to see what was going on in San Francisco. On our way to Frisco, we passed over Washington, where we saw Clarence Castle, the President of the United States, in con- ference with Madge Clark, first woman Secretary of War. They were discussing a new hand grenade which spreads perfume on the enemy in dense clouds. The inventors of this valuable implement of modern war- fare were Messrs. Woodhead and MacDonald. Upon peering into the State, War, and Navy building, we saw a familiar figure. We did not recognize him at first because of a well trimmed beard a la Hughes. Closer examination showed that it was Donald Tufts, Secretary of State. He was in conference with two foreign diplomats, the Prince of the Fugi Islands, and her Royal Highness, the Queen of Chu-Chu, where much gum is pro- duced. In Congress, we saw Vice-President Casey Johnson presiding over the Senate with his usual smile and the gavel inherited from the Forum at Tech. In the library across the street, we saw Helen Richards, reading her latest book entitled, When First We Met! By this time we had reached Frisco. The first sight that met our eyes was a huge liner coming into port. -Hovering over the gang-plank we saw Robert Heckler, the famous Egyptologist, returning from a long trip abroad. Gliding along the ocean's edge, we came to a beach resort. It seems that Thelma Putnam was running a fashionable hotel there. Dor- othy Terrill was managing an exclusive tea-room in connection with it. On the beach was Jerry Moore, the human Hy and dare-devil, with his trainer, James Gorey. Close by was Eddie Rounds, the heavily tanned life guard chatting with Marie Johnson, the famous artist. In the lobby of the hotel stood Farmer Barker, the veteran stock-broker, calmly smoking one of Biggart's El Rope cigars. Eyeing him with evident admiration was Timothy Murphy, a bell-boy. We found the next Techites at Sacramento. Passing over the City High School, we saw Dorothy Harvey, Spanish school teacher, in confer- ence with Dayton Brown, the principal. From there to Catalina Island was but a short trip for us. At Catalina we saw a new Trans Pacific Cable being laid. The cable was composed of nothing but Bruno's Snappy Spaghetti. By this time we decided that we had better get back to Springfield in time' to receive our diplomas. We pressed the accelerator, and soon we were rolling back the curtains of time. As soon as we arrived at 1924, we assumed a more decent speed and started to rush back to Springfield. We were above Tech when the accident happened. We were going along smoothly when something loomed up ahead. We tried to swerve aside, but the lever stuck. With a crash we struck the object which was none other than the Tech ,flag-pole. We were precipitated through space at a tre- mendous rate of speed. The ground rushed up to meet us with inconceiv- able rapidity. Crash! Then blissful oblivion. After a long blankness we were aroused to our senses by someone splashing water on us. We opened our eyes and beheld Bob Towne scooping a handful of muddy water out of a puddle, presumably with the purpose of bathing our fore- heads with it. His face was white and strained, his lips twitched nervously. Where are we ? we moaned. It's too bad, fellows, he said, but my apparatus failed to function and you jumped out of the third story window. I have it in working order now, though. Let's go up and try it again. And then we fell on him. KENNETH CARLON ALLAN CREED Class Prophets f262 THE TECH TIGER