Bay Ridge High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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WILSON, HARRIETT P. Chemistry, Delta Pi Nu, Current Events, Man. Editor Current World, Etaoin. Ambition: Nurse. VVISEMAN, CONSTANCE G. 0., Sans Souci, Pan- Americon, Tennis. Ambition: College. WISNIEWSKI, WANDA Pres. Grade 8, Arista, Leg- alites ,Sans Souci, Senior Shorthand. Ambition: Teacher. Margrete Lund, 7m L ZELTMAN, KA THERINE G. 0., Social Dancing Ambition: Business School. SENIOR OFFICERS WORKO, ANNA Ambition: Hairdresser. YOUNG, SHIRLEY G. O. Ambition: Patent-LQW Sten- ographer. YOUNGKIN, CLAIRE G. O., Leaders ,Marine, So- cial Dancing. Ambition: Federal Agent sG-Womanj Isabelle Featherstone, Mary Luffy, Miss Sullivan, Wanda Wisniewski, and Geraldine Natoli One hundred-one

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Van WYNEN, ETHEL Senior M .and W., Secre- tary Marine Club, Leaders, Baseball, Basketball. Ambition: Own a country home and be able to enjoy the winter sports. Van WYNEN, RUTH Senior M. and W., Pres. Marine, Pub. Asst. Senior Shorthand, Leaders, Basket- ball. Ambition: Good basketball player. Van ZANDT, MARION G. O., Arista, Basketball, Senior Shorthand, Marine. Ambition: Stenography teacher in B. R. H. S. VICTOR, JOAN G. O., S. S. C., Aviation! Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: Nurse at Medical Center. VOSKOV, LAURA G. 0., Leaders, Social Danc- ing. Ambition: Latin Teacher. 7' 5d W 43? WARD, ISABELLE G. O. Ambition: Go to college. One hundred WASZAK, IULIA M. G. 0., S. S. C., Social Dancing. Ambition: Air-Stewardess. WHEELER, WANDA G. O. Ambition: History Teacher. WEINBERG, MILDRED G. O. Ambition: To travel. W.,M WdaL WIDMARK, JEANETTE G. O. Ambition: Secretary or typ- ist. WIENER, GERTRUDE R. G. O., Pan-American, Delta Pi Nu, Social Dancing, Ma- rine. Ambition: To be under- stood. WILHELMSEN, MILDRED E. G. 0., Social Dancing, Ma- rine, Aviation. Ambition: Nurse.

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lContinued from Page 69l Don't believe a word of those descriptions about the beauty ot Venice. In the daytime there's not a single thing worth mentioning except Saint Mark's and the Doge's Palace, but at night, it's much nicer. We'd always thought that one had a handsome singing gondolier who smoothly and gracefully paddled lovers around the waters, but what a let-down! The gondoliers are generally old and dirty, and as for looking graceful while they maneuver their oars, you can imagine how ours fit that picture while he rowed the eight of us around. You see, some American friends in the hotel had joined us and none of us were lightweights. We couldn't decide whether to go to our next destination, Paris, by train or automobile. We finally chose the latter way and made arrange- ments with a Cockney chauffeureReggieeto drive us up. He was as good as a professional guide, pointing out all the places of interest. We spent one day and one night in the Tyrolein a beautiful hotel amidst the Tyrolean Alps. From the back wall of the dining room, which was entirely of glass, you could see a beautiful snow-covered mountain. In the winter, tourists come from all over the world to ski here. Since Reggie had taken an active part in the Battle of Verdun, he spent hours explaining the battle maneuvers and the life of the soldiers to us. His story was brought vividly to life by the sight of the battle fields of Verdun and the soldiers' cemeteries. Also there was a Bayonet trench where a whole battalion, ready to go over the top, had been buried alive by the impact of a bombshell on the top of the trench. Before we get too gruesome, we'll take you to gay Paree, and there's no doubt about it, it really is gay. We were out all day and half the night eating at sidewalk Cafes, prowling through the artist quarter, panting up to the top of Notre Dame, and wearily trying to make our two years of French understandable to the natives. We should have had Odette Adams along. I think we would have died of shock had we gotten to the third floor when we asked for llle troisieme etage. The elevator always seemed to comprendre, mais il ne peut pas nous y porter. The big surprise about Paris, in our minds, was the fact that Parisian women with all their Molyneux, Patous, Lelongs and Schiaperellis werent half as snappy as New York women. You' re probably wondering about our channel crossing. We were hoping for a nice rough trip, but it was as calm and as uneventful as a ferry ride to Staten Island. A couple of days later we recrossed the Channel but this time it was much more thrilling, because, believe it or not, we flew to Holland in one of the huge plants of the Dutch air line. It's hard to comprehend, but we left London at 7:00 a.rn., arrived in Holland in an hour and twenty minutes, spent the clay in the Hague, Rotterdam, and Delft. A friend gave us a handful of money, put us on a trolley, and told us to stay on till the end of the line. We went up to a sort of refreshment stand, similar to the ones they have at Coney Island, and, after about and held out all of the money we had. He took what he wanted, which One hundred-two