Bayside High School - Triangle Yearbook (Bayside, NY)

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Class Prophecy Good evening, friends! I am delighfed fo be wifh my fellow graduafes of fhe I938 class. Affer fwenfy long years our Alma Mafer, Bayside I-Iigh School, is sfill wifhouf an afhlefic field. We have nof yef given up fhe hope of an afhlefic field: fherefore we are geffing fo- gefher fonighf fo alfer fhe sifuafion. The place is filled fo capacify and, looking around info fhe enfhusiasfic faces, we see a surprising num- ber of celebrifies. I-lere comes fhe Honorable Mayor Gene Johnson and his friend, Edward Seguin, The Depufy Mayor. Accompanying fhem is Miss Doris Egues, fhe mayor's charming secre- fary. We are deeply honored by fheir presence here fonighf. Ah! Look who's here! Our famous Ambassa- dor fo Sweden, William Thorsen. There seems fo be a greaf commofion over fhere. Well! Well! If if isn'f fhe greaf sfar of fhe screen, Joe Whifworfh, and his leading Iady, Beffy Babcock. Close behind fhem is fhaf well-known arfisf, Alfon Porfer, and his able assisfanf, Margaref Mann, wifh fheir models, Marie Sullivan and Vicky Fernandez, and famous comedian of screen, sfage, and radio, Ormie I-Iessler. If looks like school over fhere, as I see Roberf I-IiII- man, principal of Jamaica: Jean Granfham, head of fhe Science Deparfmenfg and John Milliken, head of fhe English Deparfmenf of fhe Bayside I-Iigh School. We furn our affenfion again as we see fhaf pefife, lovable acfress of I-Iollywood, Grace Turner, accompanied by fhe well-known lawyer, John Casson, and Surgeon Vernon Ozarow. Whaf's fhis? I-Iere comes fhaf famous pianisf, George Krausse, accompanied by Senafor James Legakis and Miss Ronnie Broderick, fhe song bird of fhe Easf. My! My! There seems fo be a greaf deal of noise over fhere. If's fhe Olympic champs being cheered. There's Doris Nelson, May Evers, Jimmie McGarry, Bill Finnerfy, and fhaf famous fennis player, Sheila Michelson. Ted Kempinski sfrikes up fhe band as General Roy Kinsey of Wesf Poinf marches info fhe room. I-Ie is accompanied by fhose lovely ladies, Miss Regina Dreyer, Miss Beffy Simms, and Miss Flor- ence Bailey. Following fhem are fhaf famous poef, Ted Richards, and fhe well-known socialllfe, John Baas, discussing Miss Margie Kaufman's and Miss Marylin BaffeIIe's new book. Over in fhe far corner if seems fhaf a Iiferary group is forming as Roger Dounce, edifor of fhe New York Times, ioins Grace Emma, prominenf dramafic crific, and Mercedes Casenave, fhe well-known woman columnisf. Ah! Look who's here. Those charming personnel managers of I-Ienry MuIIer's wealfhy banking corporafion, Miss Peggy Mchlamee and Miss Eileen Scanlan. Mrs. Florence Amsfer Muller is looking as refresh- ing as ever as she converses wifh her husband's efficienf secrefary, Miss Alice Plunkeff. I-Iere come fhose fwo Park Avenue arisfocrafs, Miss Wanda Buse and Dorofhy Barmonde, followed closely by fhe famous direcfor, Walfer Seder, and Vincenf McDonald, as lazy as ever. The hospifals are cerfainly being represenfed, as we see Miss Rosemary Murphy, fhe head nurse of Flushing I-Iospifalg Miss I-Ielen Johnson, superinfendenf of Oueens General I-Iospifalg and Miss I-Ielen McManus, famous specialisf of Rockefeller Cenfer. Oh! We have fhe pleasure of having wifh us Miss Virginia Fallon, and Miss Joan Sarfori, who have iusf refurned from fheir frip abroad. Close behind fhem are Mr. Roberf Wrigley, Romeo of fhe sfage, and Mr. Raymond Talleur, pro- ducer of fhaf greaf Shakespearian play King Lear. We look around and see fhe famous dis- fricl' afforney, Joe Klein, wifh Miss Mildred Mayer, fhe premiere danseuse of a famous play on Broadway. On fheir heels are Miss Mayer's IConfinued on Page 47I EIGHT JAN UARY, I938

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DR. GEORGE J. CRANE JANUARY, l938 SEVEN

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- Had a Wonderful Time by SHEILA MICHELSON The Train shuddered To a regreTful sTop and, gaThering TogeTher our lasT ounce of flagging energy and baggage, we bursT upon The unsus- pecTing Iiffle village of Kenf. While sfumbling over piles of luggage, dirTy-faced Ii++Ie kiddies and Too many people, we were rescued by Lora, who had broughT all This annoying business on us by inviTing us up for The week-end. ChaTTering gaily, as is her habiT, she led The way To one of many sTaTion-wagons where we were sTuffed in wiTh five oTher guesTs, Two scoTTies and an un- godly amounT of baggage. In This informal sTaTe we were driven To l.ora's humble abode, which proved To be a Ii++Ie fiffeen-room shack siTTing on The fronT side of a mounfain. We had hardly SAT fooT on The fronT sTep when a flood of peo- plile submerged us wiTh The usual formalifies of welcome. I looked hopelessly aT brofher Tod, whiIsT our minds, like Two well-oiled machines, in- sTanTly reverfed To The giIT-edged inviTaTion . . . iusf a cozy liffle week-end wiTh a few friends. . . . JusT abouf as cozy as The Grand CenTraI STaTion. Borne upon This human wave we even- Tually landed in The library, where Lora began The Trials and TribulaTions of inTroducTion. In no Time aT all we were acquainfed wiTh a Prince Leonidoff who was badly in need of a haircuT, and Three square meals a day: Sarah Read Sloan, who wrifes chiIdren's books and looked like The Before picTure of one of Those Before and AfTer adverfisemenfsg Lennox Deveney, a vio- IinisT . . . The Type who walks inTo a cockfail bar and orders a glass of milky a droopy-looking Russian acTress wiTh uncomforfably long, blood- red fingernails, and a name ThaT sounded like someone gargling wiTh LisTerine and whose only aTTribuTes were a sable coaT and an aufogyrog STuarT STraTTon Sfearn Ihe IaTer became plain Sfewl an arTisT who smoked perfumed Benson and I-ledges cigareTTes. When iT was all over we wenT up To our rooms To recuperaTe. I grafefully fell asleep, only To be awakened aT 4:00 for Tea. AT The Top of The sfairs I meT my broTher looking grim and moan- ing: Oh lord, how can we go Through wiTh This! lmmediaTely we were seized by Lora wiTh Two more of her priceless colIecTion in Tow. This is Dana Ashley, she said, he painfed Ma- donnas for seven years and mermaids for Three and Then gave up and wenf To Poland. And This, very proudly, is whaT he broughT back. Dana managed To look pained, as Lora Turned To a long, rangy looking individual wiTh a droopy haT, shiny face and horn-rimmed glasses. One of heaIThy, ouT-doorish Types who go so well wifh aufumn scenery. This is Deborah Crowell. When They were swallowed up in The Throng, Lora confided ThaT The Crowell person had so many degrees she was Llop-sided. Tea Time passed inTo oblivion wiTh a heafed discussion of Picasso, The Ivling DynasTy and Kafherine Cornell. Finally dinner sneaked up on us, and I found myself seaTed nexT To a Frenchman named Andre Loire, who couldn'T speak a word of English IThank heavensl. Our conversaTion consisfed mainly of: Passez-moi la viande, s'iI vous plaiT and CeTTe soupe esT Tres bonne, n'esT-ce pas? On my IefT was a Russian prince. We were gef- Ting along admirably unTil I happened To menfion ThaT I didn'T parficularly like Rachmaninoff's CanTaTa, Spring From Then on Things wenf from worse To worse, and in abouT Ten minufes we were aT The cream-puffs-aT-Twenfy-paces sTage. Tod was siTTing opposife me Iall disTress signals flyingl befween a girl named Virginia von I-Iaagen, The college girl Type who maiored in sTage designing and child psychology. She was nicknamed SguiTfy and I.ora's sisTer-in-law, Elaine, who was looking very languid and had one of Those husky, world-weary voices. To say The leasr, The poor chap looked desperaTe II was seriously Thinking of yelling Fire I. The end finally came and we adiourned To The library where we spenf The resT of The evening playing bridge, alThough some of Them were engaged in The infelligenr occupafion of Trying To Tear a ConnecTicuT Telephone book in half. I reTired from acTive compeTiTion when They began anew on a Sears-Roebuck caTaIogue. Safurday morning dawned brighT and clear wiTh breakfasf aT eighT-ThirTy. Andre engaged himself in animaTed conversaTion wiTh The Rus- sian acfress, who was looking even droopier Than usual over a grapefruif. Tod was discussing archiTecTure wiTh Ashley and siTTing nexT To Elaine, who was Trying To look languid in riding cIoThes and wasn'T succeeding very well. I man- aged To concenTraTe on waffles, coffee, and Their conversaTion consisfed mainly of all The guesTs who were asleep. We learned Deborah had up and lefT us To Tear back To Omaha or IConTinued on Page 47I JANUARY, I 938 NINE