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

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union. However, we had no more time to spare and set off once more for New York. Our plane stopped at Washingtrxn for a short time, where I had the luck to meet June Evans. She took me to her wonderful home, and we had a long talk about old times. Her husband, Albert Radley, did not speak to me for he had no time to bother with such trifles, but June informed me that Albert expected to be appointed Secretary of the Treasury after the next election. We arrived at New York, and I was astonished to be gladly welcomed by the mayor. However, the mayor turned out to be Don Fuess. Don said that he was having a grand time running the city, but was afraid that he might have to go to Europe. On further inquiry, I found that Scott Webb, state auditor, was determined to find something wrong with Don's banking account, and although he was above suspicion, he felt it his duty to vacate until things cleared up. After an uneventful trip across the Atlantic, we arrived at England. Here I had the good fortune to meet Harris Thomas. He was General Man- ager of the Empire Broadcasting Service, and was living alone in London. He explained that after being disappointed in love he had decided to re- main a bachelor. I sympatbized with Harris, and returned to the ship to continue to France. Here I met Howard Lally, who, with several of his old cronies, had taken the job of inspecting and sampling all the French beverages. I also met Nina Whitatfre, dancing in a Parisienne night club. She told me that Mary Byrnes was studying at the Sorbonne in preparation for teaching school back in the states. She also told me that Tommy Doyle had become a famous actor, whose love scenes had to be shown on an as- bestos screen. I was unable to attend any of his pictures, however, be- cause all the tickets had been sold for years to come. I also had the luck to meet Helen Heckert who told me that she was employed as a model in one of the most noted dressmaking houses of Paris. In Italy, I attended an opera, and was pleasantly surprised to find 'Neva Coote playing the feminine lead. I also learned that Emily Edmunds had grown famous from her wonderful musical compositions. From Italy, I traveled to Spain. Here I found Stuart Martin perusing one of his boyhood hobbies, Hthrowing the bull. He explained that he was such a success that his public would not permit him to return to America, and he was forced to remain the national Spanish hero. On the trip down the African coast, I stopped at the Canary Islands. Here I was cordially welcomed by Raymond Dunn, who was making phono- graph records of his vocal talents. Raymond said that he had been exiled from the States after the last milk strike, and that he was seeking a place where rro cows were kept. The remainder of the trip down the coast was uneventful, and we ar- rived at the diamond fields in a short time. In a salesroom of one of the large diamond companies, I met Priscilla Hayes, demonstrating the jewels to buyers from all over the world. The next part of my trip was overland on the Cairo Railroad. In the depths of the African Jungle I found Ferne Volkman and Juanita Vanorman

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Class Prophecy On Board the S. S. Leviathan June 2, l94-fl To the Editor of The Wlaterville Times, Waterville, New York, U. S. A. Dear Sir: Several weeks ago I happened to pick up a copy of The Waterville Times. ln it l noticed a list of students who expected to graduate from the Waterville Central School this year. This article has caused many memories to come to my mind since that day. Although l have since then started on a trip around the world, l have found myself trying to recall the days of my high school life, of which the article in your paper reminded me. l have been indeed pleasantly surprised during my travels by meeting again many of my high school acquaintances, and l thought that perhaps your readers might enjoy hearing of the many marvelous accomplishments of some of my classmates of '34. Before boarding the ship at New York, l took a leisurely trip across the United States from my home in California. Unfortunately, our plane was forced down in the desert by engine trouble. Upon investigating the trouble, I found that the pilot, Joe Bissell, had forgotten to take on any gas and oil at the last stop. Glenn Bowers, the radio operator, was so busy listening to Germany on his Silver Marshall that he could not send out an S. O. S., and we faced the difficulty of spending the night marooned in the desert. However, just as the unfortunate passengers were bemoaning their hard luck, the stewardess came forward with a map. While she was perus- ing the map in an effort to find out our location, l glanced at her and recog- nized Helen Ryan. She later told me that she found conditions on the ground much too fftamef' and had taken to the air. She soon learned that we were about four miles east of a large ranch where we might find accom- modations for the night. We immediately set out on foot for some source of food and shelter, and after a long and painful trek through the sand, we arrived at what had once been a magnificent ranch. A beautiful woman ad- mitted us and gave us the run of the place. When l had time to examine my hostess more closely, I was amazed to discover that she was Gertrude lVlcLean. l asked her the reason for her solitary existence, and she explained that her husband had intended to raise potatoes in the sand where they would be easier to dig. However, the bugs had driven him buggy, and she was keeping the home fires burning until the sheriff should displace the wolf at the door. Needless to say, her husband was Willard Allen. The next morning a relief plane appeared, and after thanking our host- ess, we proceeded on our way. We stopped for a short time to watch a ball game in which the House of David team played the Yankees. Roger Kane, the star pitcher for the hearded nine, condescended to speak to me for a moment. He told nie he was happily married-to Alice of course-and that she was making enough money to keep them alive, but that they were planning to move as soon as she received a raise in pay. At this time Leroy Pickett, manager of the Yanks, appeared, and we enjoyed a happy re-

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doing excellent work in teaching the innocent and unsuspecting natives our civilization. From Egypt, I proceeded on a tour of Arabia. I had looked forward to meeting the famous Sheik, Franko-el-Gibbad. Imagine my astonishment when I found this sand-swept individual to be none other than Frank Cib- bons. He introduced me to Chandu, the magician, and Clarence Blunt, who had charge of the camels. He also demonstrated his harem to me. tAmong these dusky ladies I thought I recognized Edna Jones, Carol Stone, and Bessie Chernoff, but I was too discreet to ask any personal questions l. lVIy next stop was in India, where l found John Cleary blissfully reclin- ing on a bed of spikes. He informed me that he had been valet to the Mahatma, but nearly went crazy keeping that noble personas clothing in order. He said that the job of fakir brought him quite a sum from the tourists, and that he would soon be able to retire. I took a short trip through the Indian jungle, where I was astonished to meet Kathleen Brown and llauline Collins hunting big game. They ex- plained that they had been unable to get their man and were gathering in- formation from the native Ngo-gettersf' In Borneo, my next stop, I found Helen Dempsey and Mina Slater drinking tea and entertaining some of the British nobility. They later in- formed me that they were so very successful in business that they had de- cided to take a permanent vacation and were waiting for love to come rid- ing, walking, swimming, or flying. In the Philippines I was fortunate to meet Eleanor McCabe and Tony Caller. They were employed by the United States government to keep the natives so well entertained that they would not need independence. The Cov- ernor General told me that they were loved by all the natives and had brought many of the eastern styles to the belles of the isles. After leaving the Philippines I went to Hawaii where I was pleasantly surprised to find Winnie Lloyd and Florence Diehl shaking a leg on the beach at Waikiki. They were wearing palm leaves and were surrounded by a group of admiring beachcombers. One of them explained that they had introduced some new steps that had revolutionized the Hula-Hula. Once more I boarded the ship, this time bound for home. I regret very much that I was unable to see Australia, for it is a well known fact that Bessie Jacobson is raising sheep on that curious continent. She has given up civilized life in disgust, and seems to prefer the company of ewes and bucks to that of her fellow creatures. However, I consider myself very fortunate in having met nearly all the members of my high school class. When we graduated, I was certain that we were an unusually talented group, and the years have proven this fact. If, Mr. Editor, you can find room for this article in your publication, I believe that you will receive the approval of the students of your school because we have set a shining example of what can be made from innocent children. I sincerely hope that all future graduates of W. C. S. may have all the health and happiness that have been ours during the past years. ' Respectfully yours, Gilbert I... Steinmann.