Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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T H E W I 1 A N Charles Schaad, who, arrayed in a white apron, jovially waved his fork at us. Miss Doehler, over on a tombstone, was trying to settle an argument be- tween Oscar Judd and Ed. Hush. In spite of the fact that they were both well-known men (Oscar a poet of some note and Edward a surgeon) and fast friends, they still liked to argue with each other as well as ever. Miss Doehler finally gave it up as a bad job, greeted us, and ordered refresh merit to relieve her fagged brain. Merrily we gathered around the table, tastefully arranged by our one and only interior decorator, Betty LeClare. With a nourish, Chuck dished up his ham burgs and buns. Pickles and what not appealed from nowhere, under Ev- elyn Bobbin's able supervision. (She was a caterer in Chicago). I looked down the table. It did not seem possible that twenty years had passed. Katherine Tray hern, though a dramatist of some note, would probably never get over her gold-digging tendencies, for I heard, “Oh, that's just great! Pm so glad 1 can use your car after lunch. 1 know you don't mind.” What could Professor Richard Mac- Arthur do? And Jean Marvin, hap- pily married and settled down, was talking baby talk to Esther Ferguson, a gym teacher, as energetically as of old. Down at the end of the tabic Spencer Bishop was enthusiastically discussing the fine points of his last golf match with Ernest Eve, a New York broker. At my side Miss Doehl- er poured the news into my ear. Frank Campbell and Nedra Tozier owned the Tozier and Campbell Candy Company. Their long and hard.train- ing on the Candy Committee probably hail a lot to do with it. Marion Leonard had been a Pollies girl, but at the height of her career had retired to many Mr. ZeigAeld's son, and, best of all, George Gray was Governor of the Philippines. I remembered Ids ability to discuss them in Miss Goff’-; history class. Across from me Virginia Couch and Ida Diehl were talking about their boss. Though married, they both had excellent positions in the W. Water- house and Company, Publishers. Un- doubtedly Woodrows long service in the Book Exchange got him the posi- tion. Beside them Grace Tupper wad telling Julia Van Dam the way she felt when she made her debut at the Metropolitan Opera House some ten years ago. As for Julia herself, Miss Doehler told me, she ranked highest in the list of efficiency experts in the Treasury Department at Washington, near which Doris Keagon and Rose Leary worked as official dressmakers to the First Lady of the Land. Farther down, Alma Hubbell had just launched into her latest short story, when suddenly somebody ex- claimed. “What do 1 smell?” Every- one sniffed; everyone looked around, while Charles turned a deep red. One of his ham burgs had caught on lire and, spreading, had lighted the bun which lay nearby on a light wooden stand. Before anyone could make a move, that was on fire and burning briskly. It showed every tendency of spreading to the tables and, since we did not have enough pop to put it out with, one of the boys dashed to the corner to turn in the alarm» That fire department certainly de- served commendation, for it was the quickest turnout I ever saw. Careen- ing madly from side to side, the en- gine dashed down the street, Captain Frank O'Shannecy at the wheel and Jerry Purchase, hoseman, swaying on the back. It was only a matter of minutes before the fire was out, ev- erybody having pitched in to help. (That didn't include Bob Unit man, who only exerted himself at a base- ball game—he was Babe Ruth's only rival). After it was over, we plied Frank and Jerry with remains of the feast and questions, while Dorothy Rubier, a French teacher, took a turn around the block on the engine. She had finally learned to drive, and would tackle anything, even a horse and buggy! By the time we had finished feed- ing the two boys, and Elsa England, a nurse, had bound up their burns, the (Continued on Page 41) •JO

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TII E W 1 T A N Charlotte High School Dear Classmate: For the third time in twenty years the class of June 1931 will hold a re- union. We are especially anxious to have a representative group present. Some of you who were unable to come to the last reunion missed a gooci time, so make a real effort to join us be- neath Sam Patch's tree on June , 1951. Gossip! Eats! Scandal! And a Good Time For All! Turn in your reservation by May 31 to George Gray, chairman of the Ar- rangements Committee. “My Goodness !M I exclaimed to Ethel Jones, secretary of the Doehler Canning Company, “Do look at this! I'll admit I've not paid much atten- tion to those other invitations, but this time we certainly must take our vac- tions and run up to meet all the old kids. Ethel heartily agreed and the next day found us on the Twentieth Century headed for Rochester. We had just seated ourselves when a fa- miliar voice said, So you're going back, too? Won't it seem great?” We turned around. There sat Don- ald Thompson, grinning from ear to ear. And well he might, for we soon learned that this was his first real vacation since he had joined the Navy. He also told us that Bill Tarr, a great chum of his, would be unable to come, as they were launching the Principal West, the latest ship to be added to his steamship line, and that Rosemary Kaercher was studying modern art in Beilin and so, of course, couldn't make the trip. At the station we were warmly welcomed by a committee, Josephine Bemish and Ray Richens, who imme- diately whisked us down to Charlotte in Ray's Rolls Roycc. Indeed, he could afford to run one. for he was. Jose- phine soon told us, a prosperous banker in the Middle West, where both his hank account and family were steadily growing. As for Josephine, she had stayed on at Charlotte, where she was Miss Miner’s able assistant and the friend of every girl in school. Since the old building had been torn down and no one felt like meeting in the new one, we held our reunion across the street, under Sam Patch's tree. We had known this old place so well that it seemed familiar and in- viting as we stepped from the car amid a chorus of Well, well, look who's here and For heaven's sake, I certainly never expected to see you,” and were escorted over to the table? by Anna Messure, a lithe and athletic member of the City Championship Basketball Team. We recalled her prowess on our school team. We were the last to arrive and already the hamburgs were turning a delicate brown under the watchful eye o 21

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 THE W IT A N We, the class of June 1931 of Char- lotte High School, Lake Avenue, Roch- ester, New York, being practically conscious and temporarily of sound mind, do hereby execute our last Will and Testament. FIRST—To Miss Doehler, to take Charles Schaad’s place, we leave Bruce Mergences services for parking her car. In the event that the above-mentioned Bruce Berg- ener does not stay for another R2G2 Course, this duty will he transferred to Earl Freckleton. SECOND—To the next Glee Club, we leave page 120 in the singing book. THIRD—To Miss Goff, we leave big- ger and better Beards. FOURTH—For the coming “Gigolos,” we have created a trust fund by placing in the bank at compound interest the sum of five cents, the income of which is to be used to buy new records for the noon dancing hour. FIFTH—To Miss Cashman, we leave gaudier and more complicated li- brary permits. SIXTH—To the next senior Candy Committee, we leave a monopoly on the sale of Chocolate Milky Ways. As Personal Bequests, we leave: 1. To Mr. West, the key to the city for his watch chain. 2. To Mr. Whitney, a box of electric light bulbs for the girls’ locker room. 3. To Jerry Bishop, Nedra Tozier’s winning way with the boys. 4. To Miss Whelehan, a class who can fully appreciate her. ’ . To Charles Richardson, Spencer Bishop’s crowning glory. G. To Carolyn Carroll, Josephine Flemish's maidenly reserve. 7. To Violet Rentschler, Esther Fergusons ability to blush at just the proper moment. s. To Joe Stendarso, a six months’ subscription to the Democrat and Chronicle, so he won't have to rend Miss Sharer’s. 9. To Miss Miner, one-half dozen divans to accommodate the wait- ing line outside her door. 10. To Mr. Bird, an adding machine for the heir to the Bird millions. 11. To Ruth I'unnett, Katherine Tray hern’s brilliant conversa- tional ability. 12. To Miss Sharer, a class with none of “the rest of them kills in it. Lastly, the the Freshman class, we leave our exceptional class spirit and splendid sense of cooperation. Witnesses: Alma D. Hubbcll, George Gray, Pres. Testator. Dorothy Rubier, Sec. 23