Bayonne High School - Yearbook (Bayonne, NJ)

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Ouiet evening at home reading Ralph Burns's latest thriller. “Murder in the Mill” June 9, 1961 What a thrill! What a tingling sensation up and down my spine! Today I saw our tlantic fleet at anchor in the Hudson River, and had the privilege of interviewing Rear Admiral Barnet )sotsky. aboard his flag ship the Hoffman (named after John Hoffman, its designer), board ship everything was shipshape, (naturally) and as 1 came up the gangplank. I recognized Maurice Lindquist, chief petty officer, giving commands to Vincent Kucharski and John Gray, first-class seamen, who were told to usher us around and answer any questions that might arise. We started aft and moved slowly amidship. (hi our left we saw the big guns; in the firing compartment, we recognized more of our classmates. There stood David Guilin, gunner, with Joe Loti assisting him. while Kenneth Raiscli manipulated levers and pulled the triggers. Behind him. beside a desk full of numliers and logarithmic tallies, sat Sidney Flax. W onders never ceased, for as we continued our inspection, we ran across all sorts of people we knew. There were Malcolm Yelverton. making up the hunks. George Feczko, shining brass, and strangest of all. dee]) down in the engine room, we found Frank Brelinskv and Sal Yergaretti both oiling an engine that was already well oiled. Xo. dear Diary, this day was not boring from a social angle either, for among the other visitors I recognized as former flames main of the wives of the sailors. And it certainly did my heart good to see the way Marian Cash and Jean Stanley greeted Robert Webber and Ray Hurley. And wasn’t bored a bit because I was escorting Ruth O’Connor and Mary Hobble (fellow reporters—lnirr-umph). 1 just took my rubbers off and I’m kind of sleepy so------------ August 8, 1961 Darn that weather man. Alt Brady! Predicting clear and warmer for today! “Xot a cloud in the sky , says he. Then it turns out to be cloudy and colder with plenty of rain. Needless to say my whole day at the track was ruined, and if it weren't for the bookie. William Gutowski. who let me borrow one of his Lincoln Zephyrs and the jockey. Al Adams, who lent me an old coat to get home in—I wouldn’t he writing this now. December 18. 1961 O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Don’t mind me. Mr. Dairy! I just returned from Washington after covering the Diplomatic Ball—Oh ves. quite an affair! Why wouldn’t it lie? Genevieve Panepinto was Master of Ceremonies and the entertainment was a ' Ruth Zuckerherg and Rose Handler sang in the style they have made famous on five continents. Alma Sears s )rches-tra featured F.d Lllis and fames Curran, and one of the greatest of the present day comedians. Trank Lodico.’almost broke up the Ball. Everyone seemed to have a good time, t )f course, there were speeches (not too dry ) by eminent authorities such as Nathaniel Odell on What the Successful Diplomat Must Know. Charlotte Duthie on World Peace, and Mary Antuck on A Cnirersal Hood Neighbor Policy. The evening was topped off by George Miroff’s special moving picture showing the great men of the world at work and at play. This splendid picture was pieced together from films made by Anthony' Roskowski. George elenovsky and Mai-garet Tverdak. all -one photographers on the staff of Life. The picture was excellently run off bv Edward Matousek. one of the great masters in all the camera

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Class Prophecy Voted the best seller of 1961. The Diary of H ill Tell, reveals all. Below are printed excerpts from this hook, which show the reasons for its unprecedented popularity and for the truth of the phrase -reveals all. March 19, 1961 Greetings. Mr. Diary! Well. Dm flabbergasted! I thought I was in for a terrible day. but it turned out rather well. It was my son Larry —bless him!—who caused it all. I received a note from school, saying Larry was incorrigible and asking me to call to see the principal. I walked into the school, and there at the Information Desk I saw a startling replica of Pat Carroll, my old school chum. I found out that this lass was Pat’s daughter, and I inquired of her the way to the main office. In five seconds. I was there, and surprised again, for sitting at the desk was Principal William Drozd dictating notes to Anna Lombardi, his secretary. You can imagine what followed in the next hour: recollecting jokes about classmates, exchanging news about our former intimates, laughing over the changes that life had made in us. bald heads and all. Since we had been such friends. I suppose. Willie was lenient and he let Larry off easily. Business over. William invited me on a tour of the building, promising many surprises. nd I certainly was surprised, for peeking into one room, we saw Richard Dryzga teaching history and making it effective by giving a dramatic impersonation of Hannibal crossing the Alps. In the Teachers Room we met Peter Chopki. Eddie Kristensen and Fred Corroppoli. discussing current affairs just as in the old days. Eddie, as usual, looked like a Fifth venue Speciality Shop. In another room we found Arthur Barlow, teaching English Composition, believe it or not! What a wild time we had! Artie prevailed on me to wait for him, and I was standing in the office, when in walked Margaret Fifcr. Florence Batura and Matilda Madasz. all girls whom we had danced with and gone out with in High School. Well. sir. I didn't leave school until 5:00 o’clock, and I enjoyed every minute spent there. Strange, though. I got the shock of my life when I saw Jerry Brady acting in the capacity of janitor — (assistant janitor at that). Yes. sir. this is one time I could ki s this little offspring of mine for his so-called incorrigibility. September • . 1961 Dear Diary: Twenty-four more hours gone bv. fter interviewing eke Lambert, famous swimmer, at nine a.m.. I raced to the opening of the lYtruzel Dam. named after its builder and financed by Louis Inno. Back I tlew at eleven to take pictures of that renowned pair of geniuses. Ed Guntner and Ernie Chodash. Then, out to a two hour lunch. Back to work again at three p in. to ferret out the reasons for District ttorney Robert all’s delay in prosecuting the murder case of The State vs. Michael Dasile. (Always knew those Juniors would wind up in the pen!) From there I headed back to Wall Street to try to interview the financial wizard. William Rozman. N'o success. While going down on the elevator. 1 bumped into Norman Resnick, eminent mathematician connected with the Rockefeller Institute, who informed me that he had already gone up and down over 100 times, to studv the speed of a falling body. s it was then dose to five p.m.. 1 closed my mental shop and went home. Thirty-six

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arts. Incidentally, part of the program was broadcast over U'MKW whose representatives. Teddy Danilchick and Harold Gallery never missed a dance. Got a date now— I’ll let you know all about Her when I get back!—I him He—Da July 14, 1961 Me again—Dear Diary! Another routine day. but oh. what a night! Today was Hill Miller's birthday and everybody who was anybody was at his party. I drove up to the fashionable Emde Arms, swanky Hark Avenue apartment hotel, operated by none other than my old friend Hat. dropped a quarter in honest man Jack Haster’s tin cup and walked in. John Monahan, elevator boy, immediately whisked me up to the penthouse where I met Hill Miller, man of letters, man-about-town, and one of the world's greatest authorities on radio communications. He greeted me cordially, and told me to have fun—(which I proceeded to do.) Yippie! I danced with Dorothy Cohen, singer; Beatrice Edelman. famous dancer; and Doris Duncan, movie star. I smoked cigars with George Charnes. Irving Berlin’s successor; Lester Weinberger, the chemical engineer who discovered the hundredth element: and Morris Gorbis. whose medical skill is being sought all over the world. I had highballs with Burton H. Krevsky. well known playboy, and Xatalie O'Keefe, the girl he was escorting. I talked with Lieut. Leonard Soroka. U. S. ir Corps: and Frank Centro, football coach at Fordham. Later in the evening, feeling quite happy. I walked on the veranda (with Ethel Kubenstein on my arm) and had the pleasure of watching Henry Bilendy and Alice Stuck dancing the Conga. )n our right stood Gabriel Colasurdo in his best oratorical pose demonstrating the art of public speaking to Shirley Mattes, and to our left, strolled Thomas Fetchko and Janet Hrice gazing rapturously into each other’s eyes. The party broke up about two hours ago, and I took charming Joan Barrett home. Now here I (yawn) am. Yup—a swell time was had by all and I was certainly glad to see the old gang. Best of all though it all went on the expense account. G’ (yawn) night! April 23. 1961 Free show and then sonic! I had to cover the opening of Arthur Cozewith’s and Gloria Hanepinto's new musical hit. starring Beatrice Calabrese. Joe Ferrara, and Florence Kac .ka. The show was great, and I really enjoyed the money that the 1k ss. Leon Kisielewski. had spent for tickets. Best of all. I enjoyed the intermission. for there I met a few old friends. t the bar I met John Sklenar entertaining Helen McKeon (they're going steady now!), and I almost had a tight with W alter Lotosky. but. calamity was avoided by our mutual recognition. To cap the climax, during the second intermission. I met my pals of high school days— Bill Hetruzel who is doing well in the engineering field and George Flum who is in business. I learned also that “Debutante Number ne . of high school days. Jeanne Richter, has finally married Johnny l.ezinski. the town’s leading butcher. Dame Rumor also told me that Carl Schauer is now in the W HA and that Ernest Graefe is happily married to Margaret (iaydos. Hut the news that staggered me! Who would ever have thought this last bit of news! Not Kiplev himself. I'll bet! Olive Gilio never married and is now president of the Spinsters Club! W ell, the show ended. Next, a taxi—abed and sleep. As everything a show, a trip, or a day must end so must this Diary. Thirty.eifiht