Bayonne High School - Yearbook (Bayonne, NJ)

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 rophecy While En Rout© to California from Now York to got lost for a week, I Karon Grabbert, found myaolf running out of atomic energy, and being in the vicinity of Hebron, decided to find out what cooked with some of my old classmates Being hungry, per usual, I started to look for a place to satisfy the innerman. While cruising along the street, I saw a sign, Marie's Plop-House ..Where the Elite meet to Eat. I found Marie happy in her Catburger heaven As I waited for rr.y order, who should come strolling through the door but Irma Fringer Voted The senior most likely to succeed,” and she had, in my estimation, certainly lived up to the title, as she was now a top Popover Model. After a short talk, Irma left, and I returned to Marie's Special.” But, coming to the conclusion that life is short »nuff without Marie's catburger, I wandered out to the main ”drag” again, coming face to face with my old pal, Mary Meyers. After asking her why the tan, she explained that she had just returned, for a brief stay, from ”you-alls” land. I remembered that in the good ole days traveling had been our main ambition. Thinking it over, I decided not to struggle through this fate alone, so we continued together Advancing up the street we saw a sign, Watches Repaired--As Long As Time Goes By Recognizing Carl Walde in the window, we entered the shop While hashing over things with Carl, we found that he was the sole owner of this thriving business. We were interrupted by a loud cheering sound, which Carl explained was a double-header baseball game being broadcast from Wrigely Field. Much to our amazement we heard the voice of Ruby Boelter giving us a play-by-play description of the game. Amidst all the hollering and shouting, who should come sliding into home plate but Jim Wilbrandt, first baseman for the Bubs. So Jim had become a professional after all! Much as we hated to tear ourselves away from the excitement, after much discussion of the situation, Mary and I left Carl and his Big Bens. Leaving the Main Drag” and turing on to a side street, we stared death in the face as Otto Schweins came zooming out of an alley. Catching a glimpse of the name on the truck, we turned around and found our- selves at the ”Week-Hardt” Dog Hospital. Inside pacing the floor was Bette Halstead. When asked why all the fuss and confusion, she started spelling a line of double-talk about a cocker being seriously injured on Prarie Avenue. As Bette had only a limited space to pace in, we decided to leave and give her more open spaces. Seeing a familiar John Henry on the other side of the washboard, we were about to cross when what should come crawling down the street but a hearse with Bob Pester at the wheel. So Bob was an undertaker! Hram, times HAD changed! Turning around we saw his place of business. Robert Pester--Undertaker--Our Prices Are No Stiffer Than Our Customers.” Knowing that we wouldn't find Bob in, we resumed crossing the street to our destination. Our Destination? Marilyn and Dick's Barber Shop. As we strolled into the shop, Marilyn came forward to greet us, waving a pair of shears in one hand and a razor in the other. With the thought of Hari-Kari in my mind, I asked Marilyn if her better half couldn't take care of the unfortunate customers, while we talked over current events. While Marilyn was talking about her career, in walked John Sohulz. John is the proud owner of John's Eager Beaver Lumber Camp. Dick started giving John a close shave with vim, vigor, and vitality, so we went on talking. While talking Francis Slavin Joined us. He looked very happy, and why not? Being an architect doesn't happen to Just everyone. It seems he designed modem chicken houses, for a chicken company, that were famous for their ability

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Senior CU Will 7 e the Seniors of 54 being of sound body and weak mind do make this our last will and testament. I, lu£y bequeath my wonderful technique of obtaining a ride in a bittersweet convertable to Carolyn Okeson. I C 'J bequeath my ability to get hit by a blue convertable to DictTHefmann and my handsome physique to Ronnie Walters. I, +■- ’ A bequeath my well formed legs obtained from long hours of basketball practice to Marlene Memler. I. bequeath the hair on my Chest to E. R. Ahearn. I, v. (■ ..'U bequeath my shy and bashful ways to Barbara Lange. bequeath my handsome profile and my Baby-Blue eyes to Carlton Hunt. I,7 w bequeath my Job at Gables to Gorden Wood in order that he majr be near his Dream Girl, Shirley Absher. I • ».• bequeath my destructive engineering ability to Lloyd Holly. 1bequeath my black cat , with the white stripe to Mr. Ahearn. I,qlm bequeath my endless hours of practicing Wolf Calls, ana Whistling to Phil Hadley. I, Wr bequeath my ability to GOOF OFF in home room to Jackie Blakesly. I bequeath my childish behavior to Alan Cornue. I 'dc , bequeath my well known shyness to Carol Hansen. I» fLjLit bequeath my well fitted Levis to June Smith. II Abequeath my Little Unbalanced Self to the Biology class for further research. IrSc - bequeath my heavy-duty hair pins to Bob Coulman. 1, 1 J bequeath my Blue Plymouth stock car to Esbon VanderKarr j lJ u bequeath my forwardness with boys to Loretta Blackburn. I,« £ . jk - bequeath my ability to Ballet Dance to Phil Hadley. I, . r t . . bequeath my three day reducing diet to anyone that needs it. I hope their weight decreases instead of increases like mine did. It'1d JtaLeu bequeath my out-of-town boy friends to Carla Tafel. naj t bequeath my Shop ability to Bill Hansen. — bequeath my Super-Sonic strength to Muscles Man . I WaM'r bequeath my physique to Jerry DeYoung. 1,04 yj-nuu+vf bequeath my traveling experiences to the future Senior classes. I, bequeath my Crystal Lake boyfriend to Loretta Oleson. It OaV bequeath, my endless supply of luck, in getting in trouble with Mrs. Lopeman to anyone dumb enough to take it. I, S—bequeath my ability to wiggle my ears either one at a time or both at once to Mr. Stoikoff. 19

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to bring out the needed qualities for entrance into the Val-Lo-Will chicken farm. While Francis and Mary were talking over the possibilities of the chicken becoming America's favorite dish, I asked Marilyn about some of her old psls. During the discussion she told me that Linda Staab was a bare-back rider for Dingling Bros, circus. Mentally checking off classmates I had visited, I came to Bob Ellison. But Marilyn solved the problem for me by saying Bob was 8 Home Ec. teacher at Yale and enjoyed the work immensely. As time was running short, we started for the door. Just as we were opening it Marilyn asked us if we'd like to go to the Grange dance that night. If we remembered correctly those things were more like rat races than dances, so we declined. Marilyn, Dick, and Francis chorused that we'd be sorry. Upon inquiring why, they told us Helen Borgeson was feature attraction of the evening. It seems she wss the key-tickler for Cody Hollenbeck's Hoedowners, with the Beer Barrel polka as her theme song. Much 88 we would like to go, Mary and I had to separate and travel forward, she to you-alls land and I to my lost week. Finding my helicopter fixed and filled with atomic energy, I decided to leave for California and, if necessary stop again on my return flight to blow about old times. Landing at the air field, I flagged a tsxi. Finding myself all in one piece, I was about to give the address to the driver when I recognized Lynn Judson in the front seat. Guess I must hsve looked stunified 'cuzz Lynn laughed and told me about Eddie end Lynn's taxi Bureau —renowned for getting people to their destination, dead or alive. Lynn mentioned the fact that Eddie had taught him to drive in the California traffic. About then I decided to fine out whether yours truly's insurance was paid in full. While furiously digging through my purse for my insurance policy, Lynn took off with one big Jerk (meaning me), but finding th8t I was worth $10,000, I decided to tske a chance anyhow. As he squeezed through a traffic J8ra he pointed to a billboard with Helen De Young's name in big bold letters, a-long with her picture. She was a fan dancer at Club Oriental, a must if you had decided to do the town up right. Knowing that I was going to do the town up right, Lynn kept naming off innumerable things to do end see. Among them was a visit to the famed Pork Club, where Judy Beck was a cigarette girl. I got out of the cab and ran into Hilda Faber, a news reporter on the Los Angeles Tattle Tale. She has been in California for three years. Hilda told me that Donna Allen was out in Hollywood. She was working for Metro-Goldwyn Meyer. She is a secretary to the big director. After leaving Hilda, I went into the Hotel Walderf-Eastoria where whom should be behind the desk but Clayton Ihrke. I talked with him 8nd found that he and Shirley Schroeder own the hotel, and he 8lso said that Sam Absher and Waifred Lundgren were in the Cherry Pie business. Waifred baked the pies and Sam sold them. I also learned from him that Pat Mansfield would be in Los Angeles the next day modeling 8 sink no more bathing suit. By this time nothing was a surprise to me, so I decided to look everyone up later that night. I finally asked for the key to my room. As the elevator wasn't working, the desk clerk cslled a bell-hop. Who should come walking toward me but Mr. Stoikoff, our old class advisor. While we were walking up to the 35th floor, he 8sked about the rest of the class, snd I gave him the same line that I have Just given you. So as not to overwork the line or myself, I will end this quick-like. 21