Ambler High School - Pinnacle Yearbook (Ambler, PA)

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-'gif The CPinnacle Bee-- 5Prophecy June 8, 1933. My Dear B-, The oddest thing happened to me the other day. It was the day after our class reunion. I was sitting all alone in the garden, feeling rather blue over the fact that I hadn't been able to get there. Suddenly I felt as if I were in the midst of friends, then I heard a soft voice speaking to me. I looked all around, but could see no one at f1rst. Presently I discovered a small figure sitting on a rose nearby. It seemed very familiar and for a few seconds I wondered where I had seen it before. Then I recognized it as the Brownie of our class year book. He was smiling brightly. Come, don't look so sad, he said. I can tell you what you want to know. Close your eyes and listen carefully. I did so and he began to speak in a low monotone. His tone was so drowsy and hisf descriptions so realistic that I seemed transported to the places he described. His voice drifted farther away, and I seemed to be in Africa, near a ruin on the border of a jungle, where a party of tourists had stopped. I was startled to see a lion rush from among the trees toward the party who seemed to be unarmed. All fled but one young woman who fainted at the sight. just as the lion was about to spring on her prostrate form, a young man opened a case which he was carrying and took from it a gleaming instrument. He began to play, and behold! it was a saxophone. Never had I heard such music since I left high school. It inspired me with a desire to dance. The lion seemed to be affected the same way for he paid no more attention to his victim but began that quaint old dance, the Charleston. I looked more closely at the man who had wrought this miracle. It was Bud Snell. Another of the tourists having the appearance of' a doctor returned and began to administer to the girl who in a few moments was revived. The doctor proved to be Morris Pollon, now famous. The party returned to Cairo leaving the lion still under the spell of the music. That evening they went to see a boxing match where our former classmate Kid Delaney, knocked out Gene Tunney in the 13th round. Later on the way home from the iight they discussed a new figure in the literary world, the greatest short story writer of the age, Miss Ruth Marchant, equaled at times by Fannie Hurst. The Brownie's droning voice went on, next to Italy. A crowded music hall in Florence was all attention to the famous Madame Galli Curci, accompanied by the no less famous Frances Cohen. In the audience were Nellie Tenbrook and' her friend Mrs. Lilly S. Mechanic who was celebrating her fifth wedding aniversary by a tour of Europe. In another part of the city was Ethel Gibbs, teaching a night class in French. Nineteen

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o4mbler High School 181-4- ALICE E. DEWOLFE K'Allyfi Ambler, Pa. A cheerful life devoid of care, A happy laugh heard everywhere. Hockey 131, Captain 141, Basketball 13, 41, Cperetta 13, 41, Athletic Association 11, 2, 3, 41, French Club 12, 3, 41, Track 13, 41, Physics Club 131, Art Club 121, Assistant Business Manager of Play 141, Secretary of Senior Ring Committee 141, Pep Club 141, Latin Club 141. ALICE CAROLINE WORTHLINE MAlly77 North Wales, Pa. K'The only way to have a friend is to be one. Commercial Club 12, 31, Typing Conf test, Collegeville 141. HARRISON ZIEGLER KlZig79 Ambler, Pa. Mlylodesty is a candle to thy meritf' Athletic Association 11, 2, 3, 41, Latin Club 121, President 131, French Club 12, 3, 41, Class Program 12, 3, 41, Play 141, Cperetta 13, 41, Year Book Staff 141, Stu' dent Council Eighteen

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--D-tif effmbler High School Esm- CPr0phecy Our next friends were found at the top of the world. Brownie declares he was in Alaska yesterday and he found Bertha Edwards teaching Art to the Eskimos. Jimmy Smith was there too, getting ice for his ice trade next summer. The Brownie talked about warm weather and Cape May which he had visited recently. In the Hotel Congress, he saw Lucie Hammond, the chief cook, directing the cooking and serving those delicious southern dinners. Helen Brosz was doing permaf nent waving by the seashore in a dozen or so beauty parlors. At the county court house he saw Judge Wentz dictating to his private secretary, Alice Worthline, and William Vincent sleepily trimming the judges moustache, which has developed nicely since we knew him. The judge was getting ready to try a lollypop case fthe Amendment of 1931 prohibits the distribution of lollypops among childrenj. Harrison Ziegler, head of a notorious lollypop ring, had been arrested, also Linford Katz, owner of the house used as a center from which to distribute the candy. The next case was a question of whether or not to fine George Berry for causing the police unnecessary trouble. He disappeared about a week ago and was found finally in the bell of his Bb Helican bass horn, the same one that he used to play in high school. Since Harry Fisher lived in Cape May and our Brownie was feeling hungry, he decided to see Harry. He arrived too late for the meal however, for Harry was just washing the dishes. While he was there someone knocked at the door. It was Bill Brister, selling magazines to help get his third degree. He told Brownie he'd been playing a lot of football lately, and had been using an elasto-tweedo football uniform invented by Thomas Lynch. Brownie then went to Washinton where he saw Margaret Unger giving a suffrage speech to a crowd of suffering women. She told him that Gladys Colgan had been made a drawer in the Bureau of Printing and Engraving and was now Head Artist. He went to Hollywood, it seems, and found that Bob Fay had become a movie star and Catherine Manns was giving dancing instructions at the Black Bottom School. He must have known I was growing anxious for home town news because that is what he told me next. Ambler now has a large female police force. Mayor Lear has recently appointed Thelma Adams as head of the force. Dan Marple has been awarded the five year service stripe at the Montgomery County Janitors Convention and was the youngest janitor there. Charles Lee, the famous poultry judge, lost his prize chicken about two weeks ago, when it escaped from the coup in which he kept it and was run over. Elizabeth Umstead is writing a book on the Private Life of a Secretary. Twenty