Gwynns Falls Junior High School - Gwynnonia Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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6 GWYNNONIA 1141161928 , I , ouR RFATE -M iltlllllllll ix X QM . 51: L N yn I IJIQ - a I I It Qtx JUN E CLASSES Feeling rather depressed over the parting with my fellow graduates. I dropped in to see my friend, Mr. Merlin. in hopes that some of his clever scien- tific ideas might offer some diversion. I found him sitting before a queer-looking instrument that bore some resemblance to learned that he was experimenting with sending wave lengths into the future by means of his new inven- tion. which he called a prophescope. Suddenly an idea came to mel Why not go into the future and see what my fellow graduates would be doing in 1950? Mr. Merlin agreed, and the great adventure was begun at once. Leading me into a radio. Upon inquiry, I a metal-lined room, he seated me in a chair and attached iron headphones over my ears. He in- structed me that by manipulating the controls which he strapped to my hands I could project myself into the future at any desired date, but without myself being visible. He screwed the headphones down and turned a wheel, immediately causing five huge bulbs to burst into brilliant light. Five great arcs of light began to play about the room. Next an oh- scure switch was operated, and I felt myself drop- ping through space. It seemed but a minute before I came to an abrupt stop in a large park. I gazed around be- wildered, rubbed my eyes, and perceived on the bench before me Osler Joyce clad in priestly garb, deeply engrossed in a treatise on Priesthood for the Bet- terment of Mankind, his own masterpiece. Look- ing beyond, I discerned a tall pedestal with a colossal statue of Lindbergh, which upon closer observa- tion proved to be the work of Sylvia Chinn, the renowned sculptress. Beside this was a statue done by Virginia Evans in honor of the German fliers' feat. I was suddenly ordered off the grass, and dis- covered none other than John Bloom, looking quite at home in the uniform of a park policeman. I was about to leave the park. when the droning of an airplane attracted my attention, and I beheld Eliza- Lfhf' beth Marshall in her plane, The Ripplesf' flying to the Philadelphia branch of the Chamberlain Air- craft Company, where she was secretary. I started across the street, but barely escaped be- ing run over by a street cleaning machine which Charles Hastings, despite his high ambitions in school, was operating. In dodging this machine, I found myself thrown upon the fender of a hand- some Rolls-Royce driven by Esther Stevens, the brilliant authoress of Black Sammy. She was busily chatting to a friend of her last week-end at Cape Cod which she had spent with Jeanette George, the instructor in Domestic Arts at the University of Pennsylvania, who had just an- nounced such wonderful discoveries in regard to vitamines F, G. and H. I walked along the street for a time until I rec- ognized the Lyric Theatre, and decided to go in. Imagine my astonishment to see Harry Shavitz, tenor, and Mildred Sammons, soprano, giving a soul-stirring matinee of Romeo and Juliet, with Romeo on the balcony in an effort to make him reach .,Iuliet's shoulder. As I passed out of the Lyric, I almost dropped my hand controls when I bumped into Henry Davis. He was standing there in the Lyric foyer peddling a basket of perfumery at ten cents a bottle. Further down the street, I saw Raymond Crocetti yelling Bananas with all the vigor of his race. I next decided to visit old Gwynns Falls to see what changes had come about there. There was Mildred Sadofsky teaching English and Gladys Fager giving an impassioned lesson in bookkeeping. On my way in town, I passed Barnum and Bailey's Circus, where I found Charles Rabel punc- tuating with clownish stunts his yells of Right this way, friendsf See Reginald Catherman, the Midget Fat Man! At Johns Hopkins I found Rawlings Hobbs, teaching French, and the new Tired Business Man's Edition of Ivanhoe, in deep consultation with the

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june 1928 GWYN NONIA 5 '- li, , , Y Y 7,7 Y ,E April 4-Books discarded to get ready for the Charles Street Easter Parade. April 15-Central Pratt Library visited by the Library Class. April 20--Demonstration of Miss Hilda Dehl's remarkable skill as a typist ,astounding us with her ofiicial record of lOl words. April 23-Mr. Warner entertained during Recre- ation Period with his original songs. April 30--Publication of Short Story prize win- May May May May ners--Esther Stevens, 9A6: Helen Ridenour, Charlotte Siehler, 7Al. 8A9: 2-Circus came to town!!! Illegal school holiday for two days. 7-Mr. Bowers of Poly terrified the technical boys with harrowing accounts of hard work ahead. 8-Academic and Commercial classes prop- erly intimidated in regard to their careers at City and Western. , 17-BIG BAZAAR! ! ! Farewell May 18-BIG EXHIBITION OF WORK!!! BIG MINSTREL SHOW! ! ! BIG CIRCUS! Y! BIG DANCE! I I BIG SUCCESS!!! 18-Registration at Senior High Schools: everybody in this way got a peep at least into senior high. - 24--Grand finale and social of the French Club. 24-Health Pageant at the Stadium. G. F. P. carrying off her share of honors. 31-Last meeting of the Mathematics Club at which prizes were awarded to the winners in the poster and question contest. 1--Beginning of practices for graduation. causing the tension to increase. June 4-Many mysterious excursions down town for frocks and haberdashery. ' June 14-GRADUATION and Senior Party. June 15-Au Revoir. Picnic. May May May May June Song Tune: The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise BY 9AS Dear Gwynns Falls School, though we're leaving you, Fondly we say, Goodhye. ' We'll cherish memories sweet and true, Proudly your hanner we'll raise on high. Red and gray entwining, Ioys and sorrows enshrining, Binding ties around each heartg Sadly now we part. CHORUS So we of Gwynns Falls hail our Alma Mater, And we pledge our loyalty to you. Through the years, though they he gray or sunlit, To your precepts we'll he true. Dearest of captains, you've brought us through Tern- pests of every sort. Wisely y0u've guided your faithful crew Till we have come safely into port. You have given full measure Of the joys we treasureg Parting time is nigh- H ear our sad goodbye. You who have kept us on upward ways, Teachers we love, Adieu! Loyally ever we'll sound your praiseg Patience and wisdom we've learned through you. Classmates, we've faced together Fair and stormy weatherg We will nourish with care All your friendships rare.

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Iune1928 GWYNNONIA 7 well-known journalist, Ethel Miller, on moderniz- ing her most popular short story, The Flight. On the campus I found Dorothea Stevens, the for- mer acrobat of Gwynns Falls, demonstrating the power of physical exercises to train mind and body. while Robert Shaull, the philanthropic jail chap- lain, took notes in order to introduce physical culture in conjunction with his study of the dic- tionary for the reform of prisoners. Strolling down Charles Street, I caught a glimpse of Palmer Fertitta coming out of one of the big apartment houses carrying a huge suitcase. Remem- bering that she had always wanted to be a famous singer, I naturally supposed the suitcase to contain her portable, automatic accompanist, and rushing up to her I learned that life had not disappointed She was now connected with the Singer Sew- her. ing Machine Company, and having just made a sale. she was most willing to chat and give me the latest gossip. From her I learned that Dorothy Scott. inspired by Genevieve Hamper's portrayal of Portia in The Merchant of Venice, was now strug- gling with a big case-her husband. Dorothy Schmidt had developed into a tall and sedate school- ma'am. Our conversation was interrupted by a loud and sonorous voice delivering a masterpiece of Oratory. There on a soap box stood Mildred Brack, the once- ambitious costume designer, lecturing on the merits of a' certain reducing medicine. She recommended exercise as an aid to medicine, and was passing around tracts advertising the new Vollonite Jumper,'.' invented by Mildred Reinhold-you re- member she was our famous volley ball player who could play everybody's place on the team, in- cluding her own. This clever invention made it possible for one person to become a whole volley ball team, from captain to the lowest player. The value of the i'Vollonite Jumper was enhanced by the fact that Robert Truppner, the great acrobat, had endorsed the accuracy and form of the jump. Seeing a familiar name in gold letters on a huge building, I bid adieu to my companion and has- tened inside. There stood George Nutzel, the presi- dent of the largest key factory in the east, in ani- mated convrsation with Professor Molofsky of the Latinonia University, who was interested in patent- ing a padlock key that was guaranteed to make ponies inaccessible to students. I slipped hastily out, and across the street to the new Stanley Theatre. Herbert Thaler and Kenneth Saunders, the 1950 home run kings, were appearing in person on the stage and receiving enthusiastic applause. The next act featured Theresa Hanenstein, the champion bas- ket ball center of the world, whose six long feet of height permitted her to simply tap the ball with- out even a stretch. Dorothy Jacobs was putting on a dance meanwhile and trying to keep up with her ultra-modern jazz accompanist, Margaret Nagel. During intermission Evelyn Nettles made her way through the audience taking up a collection for the Community Fund. She had lost none of her old power of extracting money. for not a person re- fused her. Weary of this amusement, I passed on until I was attracted into a handsomely furnished private school bearing the name of the Silberman Self-taught Eng- lish School. Sophie had made millions and a marvelous reputation as the one and only English teacher who refused to allow her pupils to rewrite compositions no matter how earnestly they pleaded with her. Adjoining her suite of rooms was the Kerns Korrect Kopy School of Business, where Teddy Kerns, the undisputed champion typist of the world, demonstrated daily her skill in writing 175 words a minute. So great was my astonishment at the things I was seeing, that I unconsciously grasped the hand controls more tightly, and in doing so accidentally pressed a small button. Before I realized what I had done, I felt myself whizzing through the air like The Spirit of Saint Louis. One more des- perate shove with my thumb reversed my direction, and I came up out of the water and hundreds of feet into the air. Another button being pressed, I was whirled downward again and landed on one of the mid-ocean landing fields, and quite appropri- ately on the porch of a field hospital. Strange as the place was, I soon saw a familiar face, that of Martha Hurtt, the nurse in charge. When I was able to collect my wits, I discerned a huge rock in the distance with a massive arsenal on its summit. I was curious and by now quite used to sudden flights, so I pressed the button marked traveler and started out again. Looking down, I recognized the map of the Aegean Sea with the big boot of Italy staring me in the face. I decided to land upon one of the islands and investi- gate. and so went into reverse. I landed safely, and approached a queer-looking, bearded individual who was earnestly digging into old mother earth. After some difficulty in attracting his attention from his absorbing task, I was amazed to meet Louis Ball, now practically lost to the world in his dedication to discovering new data for the Odyssey. Paris was my next stop. Here even the old Gwynnonians were well represented. Kenneth Stiel was announc- ing from the Eiffel Tower the radio program for the evening, the star numbers to be several selections by the great American tenor, Charles Street, and a speech by Mildred Kemp, American Ambassador to France, on America's appreciation for the payment of the first installment of the War Debt. Later in the evening, he announced that the International Air- plane Company would take pleasure in broadcast- ing .Ierome Flinkman, the harmonicaist, with Rena Goldberg clicking the typewriter keys in perfect rhythm to the latest jazz.