Central Park School - Scrip Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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duet. Emmett Eagan, the official bouncer of Sloppy Joe's Tavern sings There is a Tavern in the town. Warren Schaller, the rag man, and Frank Reyes, the gigolo, are presenting Sweet Adeline. B-O-O-O-O-M. Reed's still offll While over the Atlantic, we see the mighty U. S. Armando captained by Admiral Frank Bar- rett. Those who have sub commands under him are Robert Remillard, Clarence Hilton, and Nelson Quant. The chief surgeon on board the U. S. S. Garahan is John Connelly. The next ship turns out to be the S. S. O'Conner under the command of Captain Vincent Woodward. The chief cook and bottle washer is Elinor Walsh. Back to our plane-he's still off-again? lNote: Pete Weber, the loving husband, is even now wondering when we'll arrive home.1 We are carrying a cargo of athletes consisting of Dorothy Fox, George Biittner, Harriette Schein- zeit, Fanny Mae Robinson, Martha Hoffman, George La Pier, David Pohl, Raymond Miller, and Frances Palombo to be dropped by parachutes at the Olympics in the Swiss yodels lthe Alpsl. Burr has iust received a flash by radio that the new million dollar school ldonated by Evalina Wagnerl has burned down and the following teachers escaped, lwithout our help,l with their lives: lda Schwartz, Mildred Gavin, Shirley Jennings, Virginia Van Valkenburg, Dorothy Goggins, Anna Mary Andrews, and that serious-minded professor, Ted Vinick. Helen Mahoney, the famous dress model, is on board as a model for some of the gowns designed by Barbara Underwood, Eleanor Hummel, Polly Anna Baade, Ruth Silberkraus, Betty Attenhofer, and Rose Cacchillo. Clementine Zmyewski is also displaying gowns. Teresa Holland is along as a model for girls' dresses from the ages 6-8. As we pass over the new super Eiffel Tower, designed by Fred Fisch, we are obliged to fly low to drop off some business men and women, via parachutes, for a conference at Paris. They are Ruthe- leise Lochmann, lda Kwolick, Edna May Walton, Jean Moore, Robert Marx, Doris Sayles, Eddie Schoonmaker. Robert De Forge, Floyd Stone, Gerald Salisbury, William Wilkin, and Thomas O'Malley. While in Paris we may as well see how Buddy Appleton, the American playboy on the Riviera, is getting along. Rather well l fawncyl Herby Marx and Jimmy Wagner are also with Buddy. Passing over Russia we receive a report from Bob Smith. Leonard Levine, chairman of the Bol- sheviks, is talking to his people fsome of them aren't listeningl with his super voice. Skipping ratherfast, aren'twe? Anyway we are nearing home. Pete Weber is already yelling Hurrahl Don't get excited, Peter-we're lust taking in Hollyood. Here we find Dorothy Hornby,- doing what? l wonderl Betty Mannes is acting as Shirley Temple's double and Sylvia Levitt is a gra- cious social worker. Another report from Smithyl A forest fire in the West! Well we still have to dump off Charles Miltner, Clyde Mackert, and Leonard Reuss, so that they may accomplish their good deed for this trip. Reed's still offll We're home! Some are mad: some are glad. We think we'd better be leavingl We are-leaving Reed Caughey holding triumphantly aloft the quarter he has just received from the one who bet him that he couldn't fly around the world in an inverted airplane on a nonstop flightl

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AROUND THE WORLD IN 1960 Reed Caughey, distinguished aviator of the class of '36, is about to start from New York on his inverted nonstop flight around the world. He is to fly in his Caughey Super Amphibian assisted by Leonard Jackowsky, William Hoffert, Percy Collins, John Kelker, Arthur Ryan, Merritt Larkins, Rich- ard Slocum, Harold Taylor, and Donald Cook. He has iustfinished installing the most modern avia- tion equipment with the help of a famous corps of engineers consisting of Charles Snell, Thomas De Caste, Ralph Downie, Richard MacAdams, Fletcher Brown, and Everest Wing. The passenger com- partments in the plane have been decorated under the supervision of Doris Dussel, Arline Spitzer, and Elaine Duke. Reed has just sent his secretaries, Mary O'Neill, Peggy Feane, Ruth Deere, Alice Young, Evelyn Decker, Clara Anderson, and Gertrude Farrell to the president of the United States, Audrey Keefe, to obtain letters of recommendation, in case he comes down fast. ln his I00 passenger Caughey Super Amphibian with a wingspread of 300 feet, Reed is still offll The plane is completely equipped with a chemical laboratory in which is a group of chemists that have iust been graduated from college. Here for practical experience, they are Roger Dinsmore, John Hanrahan, Robert Eaton, Walter Wicks, Clark Willsey, and Robert Solberg. Bernard Czarkow- ski is also coming along to teach them all he knows about radium. Caughey's personnel is as follows: Reporters: William Allen, Fred Emerle, Frank Traver, James Simmons, and Victor Tomazewski: detectives: Walter Plarr, Mickey McPadden, Paul Hotop, Wil- lard Roth, Frederick Gavin, and Jack Delaney: musicians: June Turner, Hadassah Sahr, Jack Maggs, Charles King, and Howard Hickin: doctors: Robert Wiese, Dorothy McDonald, Frank Parisi, and Lillian Killoughg nurses: Maybelle Kelly, MariorieApkes,Gertrude Bourdeau,Anna Friguliette, Justine Hunt, and Margaret Skinner: dentists: Gerald Petersen, Robert Parsons, and William Peth: hair- dressers: Barbara Stibbie, and Gladys Palmer: travelers: Elsie Vesperman, Geraldine Ruhl, James Barber, Charles Culver, Evelyn Kohn, Elizabeth Venette, Mabel Sparrow, and Genevieve Borkowski. Billy Kruk is ticket collector. We also have with us Juny Giroux who has iust lost his position as a tall freak in a circus and Popeye, alias Alfred Moskowitz. Lester Adams and Richard Adams are also here to keep up the log book. Dorothy Ostrander, the perfect housewife, is here on a vacation. Herbert Miller, Robert Mowers, Barbara Hubbard, and Donald Dill are the chief food inspectors. Caughey's navigator is Wallace Wimpy McFarland. Everyone in the plane has been outfitted from the Connelly Clothing Store. Contact with the world from a height of 50,000 feet will be maintained by Burr Rockwell with his super regenerative oscillator detector radio. He is assisted by Robert Campchero. Reed's still offll Reed's sixteen one thousand horse power Bernard Thomas engines equipped with Adriance eight blade variable pitch propellers pull the ship along at a cruising speed of 500 m.p.h. due to the efficiency of John Stanton's vapor superchargers. Bob Smith, posing as Tarzan 6V8, is hanging out of the window holding on by one toe and is look- ing through the clouds below with his Dick Marvin Ultra Cosmic Ray telescope at the grave of Betty Lane. She was overworked in Ella Dwyer's night club under the supervision of Violet Miller, the famous fan dancer. Over the radio we are hearing the golden voice of Kate Smith lBarbara Tanisl and Gracie Allen played by Elinor Engell. Uncle Moe's Bedtime Stories are being given by Robert Cook. The next program is Major Kelly's Amateur Hour. Gloria Cammarota's dozen brats llll are tap dancing with the sound effects of a machine gun. Dorothy Beyer and Gertrude Hardingstall are singing a

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DOWN BY THE RIVER The sun had risen over the blue haze that marked the Adirondacks, in a blaze of glory, several hours before. The day was well started for the inmates of Slab City, so called because formerly, a row of wooden slabs had been laid up the hill to aid horse and buggy in their laborious climb to the top. Now shiny autos and milk trucks whizzed up in high gear, and the slabs had been replaced by an asphalt surface. This, however, could not change the character ..-...,, ii t '. Q of Slab City itself, which was not a city in any sense of the word. It was simply , I , Q V a small group of dwellings clustered about the river, which twisted in and out K ' E at the foot ofthe hill. lt was a typical country town in which the general store was the sole business establishment and gossip center. lt was a calm day. That is, it was a calm day, until the front door of a car f ' parked in front of the store slammed shut with a violence proclaiming the vigor X of youth. Enter youth: a Navy officer's cap, bordered by a row of fish hooks, a gaunt, pole face, a shirt that was once a brilliant scarlet, tight fitting troopers breeches, and bare feet and legs, all combined with a startling effect to form a modern Huck Finn. A fish pole followed its owner out of the car, and together the two crossed the road to be seen a few minutes later, coming out of the back door of his grandmother's house in full fishing regalia, and carrying a spade. Carefully setting the equipment on the ground, he began to dig with fire in his eye, alternately humming and muttering under his breath. All l do the whole day through was his theme, accompanied by remarks such as these. Ha, gat him that time. Where are the darn worms, anyhow? l'll show them what kind of a fisherman I am. l'd sure like to go tarpon fishing. When I grow up, l'll be iust like Uncle Ed. l le's the biggest drunk this side of the Rocky Mountains. Hey! This monologue was interrupted by the soft plop of the spade and its wielder as they hit the soft earth alter a too vigorous pounce upon the spade. He picked himself up with an air of offended dignity, decided that 97 worms would be plenty, and started forthe river, again starting a flood of singing and incoherent muttering. When he reached the river, a worm was placed on his hook with carefree abandon and he cast into the turbulent waters below the dam to the refrain of The Man On the Flying Trapeze. He leaped gracefully as an elephant from slippery rock to slippery rock, pulling out fish with the air of a veteran. Each fish was tossed onto a batch of sand and left to flop, while the young fisherman pulled in another and another. After a pile of about a hundred had been accumulated, varying in size from four to eighteen inches, he decided it was time to take a rest. The sun was fast moving to its zenith for that day, and it was becoming uncomfortably hot. The fisherman decided the situation called for action and immediately iumped into the swimming hole above the dam regardless of the fact that his clothes were still about his person. After splashing around for quite some time, he came from the water and sloshed back to his fishing ground, to find a figure standing over his pile of fish that struck fear to his soul. Dropping what dignity he still possessed he ran with all his might in a blind dash for safety. Jed, the fisherman, the fearless, the desperate, who threw kittens and new rubber boots into the creek, and baby chicks into the watering trough, was actually running from the game warden! The race was a close one. Jed was slim, and a good runner. The game warden was stout and slow, but iust now he ran with a mad fury, like one inspired, for on the way past, Jed, the inconquerable, had kicked him smartly on the shins. Jed ran past houses, trees, fences alike, never pausing, never once looking back. The game warden ran past houses, trees, fences alike, but his breath was beginning to shorten. Jed ran on, oblivious. The game warden slowed down, but Jed ran on and on. The game warden finally stopped, but Jed ran on and on, and reaching a patch of woods plunged among its refreshing shadows, never once looking back. The game warden went home, his face the color of the sun that was setting in the west, so long had been the chase, unable to talk coherently for an hour. As for our young fisherman, if you had been there at midnight, you would have seen a slip of a boy, his face showing white in the moonlight, quietly leave the woods and start for home, avoiding Slab City and all its inmates.