Brown Preparatory School - Brownian Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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C065 M010 QC? KNIGHT SEHUULQ Gne afternoon, while attending to my daily check up of the forest section placed in my care, I fell from my horse and injured my leg. I managed to get to the main highway and hailed a car to carry me to the hospital. Much to my surprise the car was driven by a former classmate of mine, Bart Brewster. We arrived at the hospital and Bart remained with me a few hours. We talked of our school days. He always thought that he Wanted to be a millionaire playboy but was now president of a large business concem. The superintendent of nurses in the hospital was also a former classmate of mine, Miss I-Iothersall. She had graduated from Bedford College in London. Her two assistants were Alice Van Meter and Iean- ette George. Dr. Iohn Atkinson was the next person who hap- pened to enter the room. This was almost a class reunion. Dr. Atkinson told me that Ed Lambrecht had been promoted to Chief of the New York City Detective Bureau and another peace officer, Bill Nuneviller, had been promoted to the position of Head of the United States Department of Iustice. George Smith, who had been our class president, was soon to be made Bishop of his church. Iesse Anderson had already been acclaimed for his Ecclesiastical History of the United States, a very good book written by an equally good preachef A third member of our class who entered the clergy was Bill Durand. Probably the most revolutionary step made by a member of our class was that of Mary Germ, who proved herself a greater mathematician than Einstein, with her creation of the seventh dimension for solving mathematical equations. Ierome Shatzman had become business manager of Woll Aviationufpdustries, owned by Iohn Wolf himself. Gertrude .Mennie sold her vast farm to Mr. Wolf so that he could build his large manufacturing plants. Miss Mennie was now travel- ing abroad with Miss Wilson. Miss Nugent's School of Musi- cial Art had achieved great fame, and we also learned that Tom Grady had become Prosecuting Attorney of New York City. My friends now left, and as I looked out of the window of the hospital I wondered what the members of the class would be doing in twenty-five years. WILLIAM ELLIS. 5 I Illllllllfllllllllllllllllllll I ' l-i-'I

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Cfafdif P P019 QC? CDI-XY SEHUULJ Being secretary to a prominent obstetrician was a position which required more of my time than I expected. For, be- tween managing Dr. Leila P. Kidd's home and answering her telephone, I became very tired. I finally had a moment to myself. With a sigh of relief, I sank into a chair and picked up the newspaper which lay on the table. Turning to the Sports Page, I scanned the baseball section and a large pic- ture caught my eye. It was George Lichtenberg, who had been an excellent player at Brown Prep and, who was now starring with the A's . I noticed also that Everett lones- former manager of Brown's baseball team-after much per- suasion had accepted the position of manager of the Athletics. I then remembered that Travis cle Grouchy was adver- tising manager of the paper I was reading. I also noticed an ad run by millionaire Ed Brautigam's department store. The phone rang and it was my former classmate, Betty Inch, who was now head matron of Inch's Select School for Girls. She invited me to lunch with her at Goldstein's Club Exclusive. lt was too early for my luncheon date so I decided to take a walk. As I was passing through City Hall courtyard, I saw quite a crowd collected around Evan Staufier la professor of Political Scienceluwho from his perch on a soap box was de- livering a campaign speech in favor of Cliff Baldwin, who was running for Mayor of Philadelphia. While I was standing absorbed in this speech someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Bill Schlachter, now a famous criminal lawyer. Our conversation centered on Harry Hallman, who was recently killed while testing a new racer at the Indianapolis Track. Poor Harry! And such a winning smile. I bade Bill goodbye and hurried toward their Club. Crossing Market Street I was almost hit by a truck owned by Lee Dairies and being driven by Burr himself. He had be- come quiet a successful dairy farm owner. His pal Bill Nur- then was head coach at Princeton. I at last found myself at my destination. While Betty and I were going to our table, we saw Drs. Iames Riviello and Leonard Miceli, operating on a freshly roasted beef steak and chatting quietly between themselves. We crossed the room and noticed Bud Miller and Ted Kulpinski. Bud, it seems, was giving Ted a high-pressure sales talk and finally con- vinced him that he should insure his bakery and fleet of trucks. Betty and I found our table and sat down. The food was very good and the orchestra, led by Ralph Vasso, was invig- orating. We talked of many other Brown Prep alumni and became so engrossed in our discussion that neither of us realized that we had stayed longer than we had expected. We reluctantly parted and went our respective ways. As I walked down Chestnut Street in the bright afternoon sunlight, I wondered whether each of my former classmates had achieved their coveted ambition. It would be such fun for us to have a grand reunion and recall the happy incidents of our school days, that I think I will prepare to make the next Alumni Dinner Dance a special Class of '39 affair. b ' A RITA Lro. so

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.911 ..!4CLI'l0bUAJ?lI'l-ent We wish to express our deepest appreciation to the follow- ing: Mr. Mathias of the Allied Engraving Company, Mr. Gag- non, of the American Press Company, and Mr. Woro, of the Sarony Studio, for their professional advice and friendly inter- est in our class endeavor. We wish especially to extend our appreciation to the Advertisers whose financial aid has helped us immensely in publishing our yearbook. Last, but not least, we wish to express our sincere thanks to Rev. Howard H. Prouse whose firm hand and sound advice have guided us safely through many storms during our days at Brown Preparatory School. Sincerely yours, IAMES I. RIVIELLO. Editor in Chief 52