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

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rison, who greet us and sail along. Bill Heffer- nan, a fish pole slung over his arm, trots along whistling uFishie Fishie in the Brookw to the tune of 'QYankee Doodlef, Then up barges Harry Gochee and Turtle Taylor to ask us when the show starts and will there be any pretty girls? Then just as we reach the door of the Hall, we hear the screach of brakes and up rattles Valley Wells in his puddle jumper. He hops out, and we all enter together and prepare for the best. The lights dim, the curtain parts and there stands Miss Ginny Cornell in black satin tights reading the prologue. At the close of her touching recital the curtain closes, to open again on the lavish decorations of a burlesque show. Out prance a bevy of beautiful girls, Romona Del Rio, Shirley Hartnett, Helen Steede, Stacia Gagner and many others. Their partners include such notables as Sydney Dixon, Raymond Mason, Gerald Smith. There is much kicking of legs and throwing of arms before the stage finally clears. Then Hazard Covey and Don Youmans come tripping along and give a slightly off color imitation of two nigger mamrnies. Helen Prue in the approved style renders a south sea dance in grass skirt and garlands of hibiscus to the immense ap- proval of Leonard Tompkins who shows a dis- tinct desire to climb up on the stage and dance too. After the applause for Miss Prue subsides, two very sober gentlemen, Frank Howd and Allan Raymond, make their appearance, and with the remark, HWho was that lady I saw you with the other night, they proceed to convulse us with mirth and merriment at their streams of witty jokes all as bad as the first one. Next on the glittering stage is a person- able trio, Minnie Gregory, Irene Jensen, Hilda Martin dressed in drudgeries, carrying picks, shovels, axes. They mournfully sing about uTheir Men Who Done Left Them To Support Their Little Ones All By Themselves? As they finish, we wipe away a tear. Marrietta Klapp swings into a can can dance with lots of ruffles flying and kisses thrown about indiscrim- inately. We become our cheerful selves again. Next comes the closing speech of the owner and director, Al Dieter. With a few well chosen remarks he painlessly extracts us from our seats and starts us on our way. Leaving, we nearly trip over Henry ,lablanowski who is on his hands and knees trying to sneak back- stage. We gently apprehend him and push him towards the exit. As quickly as possible we hurry from the building down the street to the gate through which we entered this land. We find the door- man back on the job, and so we chat for a few minutes before departing from this strange country. Hark-the cock is crowing. It is nearly morning. Through the gate we go and wave a farewell to our good friends. And so we leave Illusaland, for morning is coming and with the dawn our dreams must end. We must leave now and face the bright reality of morning and the work for the day. But though we part from our friends of the past hours, we will find new ones, not better of course, but ones that will fill their places and our hearts. We see the sun, great and rosy, rising over the tree tops. We see the gay little stars fade out one by one and finally disappear. The crickets are silent and the owls have gone to their nests till dark shall come again. The happy, easy night of dreaming is gone now, and we are faced with a new day-not an easy one, but a challenge to each and every one of us. We glory in this challenge. Indeed, we will make true our dream by hard work and perseverance. We not only shall imagine our success, we will earn it. As we are doing now, so have others done before us, and so will they do in the future-begin a new job, a new day, a new life with courage and high ideals. Let us rise up, be glad that we live-not still in our land of illusion and make-believe, but in a land far better and greater. We have a real, concrete thing to work for and to be proud of-we Americans all. - Al Dieter: uYou still take your morning bath I suppose? Clem Munger: uNever miss it, sometimes I take it hot, sometimes cold, and sometimes I take it for grantedff Cop: uDon,t you know you can,t turn around in the middle of the block?'7 Jean Bennett: HOh, I think I can make itf, Mr. Fullager: '4Name a parasitef, Harry Carmer: HMe?', Mr. Fullager: HYes, name another one.

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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.

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