Waterville Central High School - Academic Union Yearbook (Waterville, NY)

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. LM floor and consequently I saw the girls plainly. It's a good thing I have a strong constitution, otherwise my discovery would have been too unnerving, for the sup- posed Hawaiian beauties I knew, despite the dusky make-up, were none other than Susan Vleck, Mary Reagan, Ruth Van Swall, Theresa Ward, Elizabeth Stukey, Irene Berry, Maxine Rice, Floretta King and Pearle Roberts. I would have liked to see them in private but my previous disappointments had made me rather shy. After that discovery, I concluded that lid had enough excitement for one day so I returned to my hotel. The next morning I went down to the Fair. Being a farmer, I was much inter- ested in the agricultural building. The first thing I saw there was a huge gold milk pail. I read the inscription on it which said, Hln loving memory of William Rob- erts, whose invention of the self-filling milk pail has revolutionized farmingf' I was properly impressed at the great service our classmate had done for humanity. The next building I entered exhibited specimens of mountain animals. A sign said that some of the most unusual creatures were caught by the renowned mountain- climber, Lloyd Smith. I wasnit surprised that Lloyd had chosen this profession or that he was such a success at it, considering the fact that he always made Craigfoot on high. I spent four or five hours wandering around the educational displays and then I went down to the Midway. Tom-toms beat in the Zulu Village. I glanced at a couple of women, apparent- ly natives, who were playing them. Suddenly, one of them called my name. I was startled. Then the women ran up to me, lifted the wigs from their heads, and I then saw that they were my old classmates, Marion Brennan and Mary Fuess. In the ex- citement I forgot to ask them how they happened to be there. Probably it was thanks to the fact that they've always had rhythm. I Hnally left them and went on to a gypsy camp. There an old crone, who claimed to be the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, was telling fortunes. I crossed her palm with silver and she started to tell my past. It was uncanny the way she knew my school history. Finally, the old crone gave a merry giggle. I couldn't believe my ears for it sounded just as Joyce Randall used to. The old Woman raised her shawl and I saw that it really was she. Then Joyce explained that she was pres- ident of a prominent girls, school and, being bored with life in general, she decided to spend her Sabbatical year in this fashion. There were some customers waiting then, so I reluctantly bade her farewell and strolled on. Ry a barker at the gates of the Algerian Village I was offered for a nickel, half a dime, the twentieth part of a dollar, the chance of a lifetime to behold a Moslem eat live scorpions. The persuasive voice lured me on and I slipped into line to buy my ticket. I looked at the barker. That voice with a smile belonged to George Fusek. He soon recognized me and after a few minutes of conversation, he said he had a surprise for me. We entered the tent and there, wrapped in a purple robe and finishing his lunch of twenty scorpions, sat Carl Cook. This was too much. I fainted. When I regained consciousness I found my- self 'in my hotel room-ecompletely lost. Elizabeth Lane. Lester Snyder: 4'When I get to New York, how do I get to the hotel?,' Conductor: 'LWhich hotel?7, L. S.: 'LOh, are there two? 77 eY,A,5.4A-A AAex.4.rAL44-AAAA:Ag444-AAAAALAAA

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AA-A VVYYY vvrwvvvvvv-rwvvvvvv vvvvvvvvvvrvvvv vv b 4 they couldn't dance the square sets together at the Paris Hill hops so she asked .Armin Christeler to give her some chemical which would make her six feet tall and she ac- cidentally took an overdose. After Iid sympathized properly, I inquired about Armin. She said that heid become a very famous person since head made that wonderful scientific discovery. It seems that he has the distinction of being the first person who ever made a whistle out of a pigis tail. I was also much interested in what she had to say about Dan Cleary. I always knew that his unusual vocal talent would get him far up in the musical world and it has. Heis now janitor for the Singer Sewing Machine Com- pany. The only other person whose whereabouts Thelma knew of was Agnes An- gier. She said Agnes was the owner of a freckle cream factory and now has quite a comfortable fortune-enough anyway to keep her husband, Kenneth Lally, in new radio apparatus. Thelma was just shuffling off to Buffalo and so we had only a few more min- utes, conversation before she left. After that, I was so busy thinking about the fates of my classmates, that it seemed no time at all before we reached Chicago. There, I immediately started for my hotel. All along the way, I noticed huge billboards which advertised the thrill of a century. The one and only crooning bull- fighter, Vincent Evans, was giving a charity performance that night. Tickets were selling for fifty dollars a seat so I couldnit afford to go, but I thought I,d like to talk with him. Accordingly, when I got to the hotel, I asked the desk clerk where I could locate Mr. Evans. He said he'd call the manager who was a personal friend of his. The inanager, a very suave and elegant gentleman with a monocle and a permanent wave glided up. I nearly swooned. He was none other than Reuben Tepolt. After I had recovered my breath, I told him my wish. He said it was impossible to spe-ak to the great man, Vinny himself, but I could probably talk with his manager, Don Fuess. I was rather surprised at that partnership at first, but then on second thought I remembered what a genius Don always had possessed for tending other peopleis business. Reuben could only give me a little of his time so I soon went up to my room and rang for the maid to bring me some ice water. When the girl finally arrived, I had another shock, for it was Helen Billings. I immediately thought that probably George Fusek was somewhere around'--but I'll come to him later. I asked Helen if she knew where I could hire an escort for the evening. She said that there was a new gigilo on the hotel staff-a Russian, Lellando Kempski. She said she hadn't seen him but he was supposed to be usmoothf, After she went out, I called the desk and arranged to have Mr. Kempski show me Chicago night life. To make a long story short, the patent-leather sheik whom I met as agreed turned out to be Leland Kemp. But the change in him! You wouldnlt think heid ever ridden off the farm in a Ford. After surprised greetings, we went first to a German beer garden. There. a band was playing sentimental ditties. Leland informed me that the leader, a la Cab Calloway, was Hotter,' Snyder. I said I'd like to have him come to our table for a few minutes but Leland said it couldn't be managed for Lester was still a con- firmed woman-hater. I was so disappointed that we left in a few minutes to go to a show. A revival of '6Uncle Tom's Cabinw was on, which I wanted to see. The biggest surprise yet was in store for me there, for Topsy was being played by June Draheim, no less. Following the play, we went to a fashionable slipper club. The floor show was said to be excellent there. The main attraction was a group of Hawaiian girls who gave a native dance in costume. It so happened that we sat at a table near the dance Mfvkrf, -.-A--4-At--- Aaktfkk -AAAAAA

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vvrvwvvvvvrwvvvvvv ' vvriivivvrwvvv vvvv History of the Class of 1933 To recount all of the joys and sorrows of the Class of '33 would be a stupen- dous undertaking. Our path has not been strewn with roses, but neither has it been liberally sprinkled with thorns. We have struggled through our twelve years and have emerged none the worse for well-deserved admonitions and modestly accepted fthough less frequently givenl praise. Of the original number of pupils enrolled in the first grade in 1921, only five have continued through their high school careers and reached the goal together. They are: Joyce Randall, Lester Snyder, Kenneth Lally, George Fusek and Vincent Evans. Others have joined their ranks from time to time or have left for other schools. Our roll now includes: Pearle Roberts, Carl Cook, Susan Vleck, Eliza- abeth Stukey, Thelma Hughes, Agnes Angier, Maxine Rice, Theresa Ward, Elizabeth Lane, Lloyd Smith. William Roberts, Helen Billings, Ruth Van Swall, Armin Chris- teler, Mary Fuess, Mary Reagan, Reuben Tepolt, Leland Kemp, Floretta King, Dan- iel Cleary, Irene Berry, June Draheim, and Marion Brennan. Our freshman year was filled With many enjoyable experiences, but none of which were exceedingly eventful. Although we regretted leaving the old building and all the pleasant memories it held, we were justly thrilled and proud to be able to begin our sophomore year in the beautiful new structure. At first, it was all very confusing, and the supercilious seniors laughed only slightly less amusedly at our stupid attempts to be in the right class at the appointed time than at the still more unfortunate frosh who have always been the target of endless raillery. ln our junior year we were able to flaunt our new class rings before the eyes of the envious lower classmen and to explain condescendingly the many advantages of being eligible to wear them. Our class has been well represented in all school activities. George Fusek, Thelma Hughes, Lloyd Smith, Susan Vleck, and Armin Christeler have displayed oratorical ability and have competed in the Talcott Prize Speaking Contest, while other members of the class have won various mathematical and essay prizes. Joyce Randall, Kenneth Lally, and Pearle Roberts are members this year of the Academic Union staff. Helen Billings, Joyce Randall, Lloyd Smith, George Fusek, and Vincent Evans have held important positions on the basketball squads. Kenneth Lally is president of the Student Council and Joyce Randall is an able second. Our class oiiicers are: George Fusek, president, Irene Berry, vice presidentg Pearle Roberts, secretary, and Daniel Cleary, treasurer. And now that we have reached our last year, and the goal for which we have striven and to which we have looked forward so long is within our grasp, we can look back upon our school days with a deep feeling of regret that the carefree, happy years in Waterville High are past. We are eager, however, to prove to our parents and teachers, who have cheerfully helped us over particularly rough places, that we can make our mark in the world and that Commencement is going to be truly the beginning of a worthy future. Marion Brennan. Do you ever allow Leland to kiss you when you are out riding with him?,, in- quired Susieis sister. La 77 4 4 Of course not, dear, Susie scornfully replied. LA man who can drive safely while kissing me isnit giving the kiss the attention it deservesfi A-,-,---,A-QYAAAAAA,-,,-- --,4-,AAAAAA A