Bethlehem Central High School - Oriole Yearbook (Delmar, NY)

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earning the daily loaf, and patient Buster Jones who tends his little green eyed monster while Janet kicks up her heels in the theatre. There, too, is Mary Ellen Conklin shaking her long hair and swaying along behind a carriage holding little Calvin. Big Calvin is trailing behind his wife holding a bottle and looking worried. We greet them all and admire the little ones. At the sound of music, we enter the build- ing labeled 'Tine Artsf, Sinking down in big, plush chairs, we relax to the wonder of the piano, violin, and trumpet while Maestro Crain strums delicately the strains of a Hungarian Rhapsody, finally ending in G'You,re Gonna Lose Your Babyn as the house thunders its encore. In a far corner we see .loyce Manley sound asleep, but automatically pounding our old school march, Connie Conroe waving her baton at an imaginary audience to the beat of our Alma Mater. Peggy Smith saws with in- finite grace on a violin, while Laura Furbeck, Helen Wagner, Lois Piper and Peggy Le Fevre go mad trying to arrange an accompaniment for their grand opening at the Metropolitan, they all work patiently at the key board, ig- noring Peggy, who bounces about and refuses to sit and quietly concentrate. .lust as we are dozing off, soothed to sleep by the harmonious cacaphony of sound, in glides the famous Poweris model, Rosy Hill, wearing black net, filmy and sheer. She poses for our inspection and wanders away. We ap- plaud vigorously. Thoroughly aroused, our interest is taken by a section of the hall heretofore unnoticed. Large and airy, it is covered with easels, sketches and draperies. We are told by a very industrious damsel, Doris Edgecumbe, that this is the artist's department Where the designing and painting are done. Edgie, an interior decorator, shows us the plans that she and Elsa Kelp are doing. It is a dining room in green and violet for a rich bachelor. ult is meant, they explain with bashful grins, 'cto induce a feeling for comradeshipf' As we back away in wonder we stumble over an impres- sive bust of a half-clothed woman and leap skyward at the chorus of shrieks that issues from a group of industrious workers. Priscilla Alden ll rescues us from a tangle of material and redrapes the model to show us her latest creation. Dede Wynkoop and Cora Louth crowd up and help explain, with mouthfuls of pins, that it is a ball gown for the current debutante, Miss .leanne Keyser, who is com- ing out that Friday. Bunny Barnard, famous illustrator and artist, runs up with a drawing -L 26 of Jeanne. And, after we dully admire this sketch we make a quick exit in search of more friends. There must be a meeting place-a four corners where the young of heart still congre- gate. And so we accost the first person we see -Claire Hand. She grabs us and drags us over to a drug store explaining in her pic- turesque vocabulary about her nursing expe- riences and boy friends. Egadl What a gang! The air is dense with smoke and noise, but we wade in and scream a cheery 'LHellol Merle Elmendorf is perched in front of a mirror busily cutting her hair, which has grown more than three inches and needs cutting badly, Ruth Hafley is making sketches on the corner of a speech she is preparing denouncing men, wine and dancing, we see Ruth Killough prac- ticing basketball throws in pantomime for her gym class, Ginnie McCormick refighting the Civil War and freeing the slaves as she happily pounds Rodger Fryer,s broad shoulders. fThis is Bodgergs off duty hour.D Jeannie Bennett is sceaming over the din at nobody in general. It all amounts to a family quarrel that took place last night with the maestro. We sym- pathize and glance about. At a table, Mary Alyce Cronk pours over her column for the Daily Double-the town,s newspaper. And Jimmy Montgomery, a prosperous saloon keeper, leers over a big, black cigar at petite Eleanor Long who clings frantically to Brud Boutelle for protection. Then in swaggers Charlie Windhovel carrying a beautiful load, greeting us all in a soft, southern drawl. Franny Ardizone breaks the monotony by go- ing into her routine with a hop, kick and wiggle. She is rewarded by the flashing smile of Eddy Bukwid, a current movie hero. The air is too dense and the noise too fre- quent, so we wade out into the fresh, cool air and bright sunlight. --..,. A A . -5 At the sound of polite laughter and a slight lConlinued on page 281 il. ..

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sigh, we turn in at a small 'cchateau frangaisfi and see through the open door three obviously bored people and Morgan Wilkes. What is left of the old school French Club: Pat Cock- croft, Guy Smith, Ruth Cassavant, and Dotty Hodgkins are listening with wonder to what is as bad in French as in English-Morgan and his stories. Not wanting to hear more, we vanish as quickly as possible. As we pause in the midst of our explana- tions, we feel the pangs of hunger, and decide that itis time to eat. We enter a shop, Lucas- Quick Eatsf, and seat ourselves to order a meal. 4'F,K,7' in a ruffled apron waits on us, and the chef, Harry Carmer, a book on miner- ology in one hand and a spoon in the other, regards us soberly from the kitchen door. Teachers, Betty Wells and Bubbles Saint, at the adjoining table are busily talking over the problems of students and the advantages of progressive education-while Clem Munger and Lynn Markham make bets on who can land his airplane on the top of a speeding auto without being killed. We choke slightly on the Mtv bone steak and the raving of these well known aviators and finish a hurried meal. But now, as mere flesh and blood will, we are tired from our excursions and would that we could recline and talk. We wander aimlessly along the street until we arrive at a shady nook in a park. There we rest the weary limbs and strike up a conversa- tion with two handsome gentlemen-musicians by profession-Neil Henry and Scott Rowe. One thing leading to another, they begin to tell us about our friends and former class mates. Here is the gist of our conversation- Adrian Arnold, we learn, is a bowling alley manager who plays the harmonica on the side. And LeRoy Cook, following in his brotherfs footsteps, is the ofhcial mail carrier, one of the most welcome people of this land. There are hundreds of successful business women here. A few that we know, that now own their own businesses or work in big concerns at fabulous wages are Madelyn Chesbro, Marguerite Barber, Domenica Donato, Anita Rockefeller, Anne Bercharlie, and Mildred Brickman. There are a few unusual occupations that the more imaginative of our pals have taken up. For instance, Sis Secor is breeding thorobred horses, known far and wide for their speed and beauty. Elizabeth Simpson, recalled to us by her shock of auburn hair and fiery temper, is now a fine lawyer, Kenneth Elkinton is on the Police Force, and because his arches fell -L 28 pounding a beat, he was promoted to inspector. Dolly Pastoria, another red head with an equally red temper, is the most popular in- structor in the new Y. W. C. A. Marcia Mark- ham is a librarian, Roland Van Liew an officer in the Navy, John Kawczak a brakeman on the Central Railroad and Vera McMillen and Doris Nichols are noted aviatrices. Then, for the protection of the beautiful woods of lllusa- land there is Whitey Howarth, the Forest Ranger. Scott and Neil ask us if we remember Bob Grant. Bob is doing pretty wonderful work as T .,. rf? f ,... t - 1' , , V 1 is . i i ll frm. I far r, ,gg a-l7 ' 'If E MY!! f ,lla a foreign diplomat and spending spare time on commercial exploration. It seems heis working for a hat company and is searching for new kinds of birds for womenis chapeaux. ltls his way of relaxing. Barbara Saulsbury, laboratory technician, has made herself famous for discovering a cure for love sickness. Also along that line, we learn that Mig Pas- toria, Janet Lewis, Ann Hartzell, Ginnie Lounsbury and Ginny Miller are nurses in the hospital down the street a way. So popular are these personable young ladies that proposals for marraige are a routine procedure. We also find that Jessie Tryon is a teacher in the local grade school. 4'And did you,', conclude the boys proudly, notice the gates through which you entered this city?'7 We assured him that we did. They were made by our electrical engineers, Joe Gage and Corky Nasnerf, Digesting this bit of news, we thanked our informative friends, and rested, strolled out for another look-see. Along the side of a store there is a large sign, 4'Town Hall tonight. The Naughtiest and Funniest Show of the Season, Come One, Come Allfi So off we stream towards the hall to see for ourselves. Trucking down the avenue in front of us are Mary Jane Patten, Mary Lou Watkins and Carol Mor- J. ..-T .l.