Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Eleven The tall slim personage of Olglena Krieble we do bequeath unto Murl Griffith. He will be up in the World some day. Clara Myer’s pugilistic nature we will to Milton Jacobson. Milt needs such an asset if he is going to be a lawyer. To Sam Kessler we do bequeath Genevieve Millhouse’s tortoise rims so he can see far into the future. Maybe this will keep him awake. Dorothy Ramsey's big brown eyes we will to Peggy Piero. She surely will give Milt a thrill now. The argumentive nature of Olive Robinson we give to Betty Yost. The remarkable dancing ability of Margaret Sampson we will to George Young. George will knock them all dead at the Junior prom next year. Ruth Staley’s avoirdupois we give to Dave Johnstone. He will make the football team next year. Catherine Sukalski’s wisdom we do devise and bequeath unto the entire Shorthand class of ’27. Marie Townsend’s speed as a typist we give to Rebecca Zook. And to all the rest of our charac- teristics and possessions, real, per- sonal or mixed, of whatever nature or kind or wheresoever situated at the time of our decease, we do here- by give, devise and bequeath them unto the Junior Class. Also to the Class of 1927 we will our hard-earned seats in chapel. The Senior Hall of Fame we do prescribe to be given to the Junior Boys. Unto Louis Sponar we do devise and bequeath the vast amount of money that is in the coveted treasury of the Klim Klub. The members of the Class of '26 leave their thanks to all the teachers who have so bravely put up with us during yur four years? struggle. And lastly we do make, constitute and appoint Archibald Glass to be executor of this, our last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all for- mer wills and testaments by us at any time heretofore made, and de- claring this to be our last Will and Testament. In witness whereof, we have here- unto subscribed our names and affixed our seals this 17th day of June, in the year of our Lord One thousand nine hundred and twenty- six. Kathryn Bulger, Florence Camp- bell, Dorothy Davies, Viola Vercoe, Anne Griffiths, Dorothy Carponet, Florence Crawford, Esther Cress- man, Alice Davenport, Mary Fennell, Rosella Gravinese, Gladys Horisk, Rose Kauffman, Anne Keown, Vera Killmer, Olglenna Krieble, Clara Hyers, Genevieve Millhouse, Dorothy Ramsay, Olive Robinson, Margaret Sampson, Ruth Staley, Catherine Sukalski, Mary Tancini, Marie Townsend. Solomon Auerbach, George Barron, John Beyer, Glenn Davis, Harold Frankenfield, Raymond L. Freas, Frank Gilinger, Paul Hannum, Donald Jones, Cecil Johnston, Ger- main LaBrecque, George Lentz, James Mellon, George Middleton, Robert Neil, John Frizer, Robert Ramsey, Paul Righter, Harry Rowan, Vernon Scott, Chester Sin- clair, Theodore A. Wiedemann, Ray Wilmer, Oscar Wood, Russell Adair, Edward Hill. Nathan Graubard, Fred Faust, Albert DiCurcio. Signed, sealed, published and de- clared by the testates within named, as their last Will and Testament, in the presence of us who at their re- quest, in their presence and in the presence of each other, have here- unto subscribed our names as wit- nesses. Witnesses: Hon. Joe Mack, Esq. Private Shimpton Squizzle Corp. Samuel Brown (African Rifles) Enoch Pinchpenny.

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Page Ten THE BLUE AND GOLD And now the pugilistic ability of Bobby Neil has been thrust upon “Goofie Williams. “Goofie” will make a fortune beating rugs. The presidential, athletic, states- manlike person of John Pfizer is be- queathed to the entire school. Bob Ramsey's love for Shorthand we do bequeath to the students of the Commercial Course. Paul Righter’s talent as an opera- singer we do thrust) upon Charles Love. Unto Sydney Finklestein we do bequeath Harry Rowan's ability to use a golf club. Sydney can hunt rats as to a much better advantage with an asset like thist. Vernon Scott's good nature and amiable disposition we will to Sam Kessler. “Scottie won’t get very far if he keeps them. To Weldon Hitchcock we give Chester Sinclair's horn so he can sell more waffles. And to the Sophomores we assign Dutch Wiedemann's brilliance and his ability as a chemist (he has un- successfully tried to blow up the school three times now.) The likeness of Ray Wilmer as Cupid has been duly exposed to George Young. Won’t he smash the girls hearts now? We do hereby bequeath to whom- soever feels he has the courage and strength to shoulder such a respon- sibility, Cecil Johnston's incessant line of chatter. It can safely be divided between more than one. And unto the Sophomore girls we do bequeath “Si” Adair’s brush and easel, together, with paint. They have been out of paint and look bad. Ed. Hill's melodious cry of “Fish” we do devise and bequeath unto Felix Woznicki. He can sell tripe to a better advantage with such an asset. Fred Faust’s likeness of a GreeK god together with his talkative nature we do give to Murl Griffith. And also Albert DiCurcio’s beauti- ful eye lashes together with his mighty frame we bequeath unto Cion. To Sydney Finklestein we do give all the Senior's old razor blades. Hr can now scrape the fuzz off his face. To Frances King we do bequeath Kathryn Bulger’s ability as a basket ball player. Frances can now shine in the limelight as well as her boy friend George. Florence Campbell’s ability as an actress, singer, and dancer we do devise unto Elizabeth Quigg. Won't Freasey be proud of her now? Dorothy Davies’ studious nature can safely be divided among the Freshmen Class. The rookies need it. Unto Emma Ruth we will Viola Vercoe’s knowledge of the type- wrighter which she has so carefully acquired. Unto Ethel Fite we do bequeath Anne Griffith’s boy friends. Won't Ethel be happy now? Dorothy Carponet's talkative nature we do give to Mary Head. The flapper personage of Florence Crawford we will unto Thelma Hallman. Thelma will surely smash the boys hearts now. To the Freshmen boys who are always hanging around the High School building at eight o’clock, we have given Esther Cressman’s two mile walk so they won't get here so early. Alice Davenport’s vocabulary we do bequeath unto William Vance. To Emiline Dyson we prescribe Mary Fennel's bobbed hair. To Naomi Holt we do bequeath Rosella Gravinese’s beautiful brown eyes. Naomi will create havoc with Van now. Gladys Horisk’s saintly ways we do bequeath to Isaac Moore. To Betty Wallace we will Rose Kauffman’s rosey cheeks. Ann Keown's willowy form we have prescribed for David Martin. He needs it. The dignified, demure and bashful ways of Vera Killmer may safely be divided among the Sophomore Girls. To Archie Glass we do bequeatli Mary Tancini's line of chattel .

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Page Twelve THE BLUE AND GOLD Prophecy j One day, about the close of the afternoon, Mr. Saylor our Prof, in the mysteries of Chemistry, ap- proached me with the following un- pleasant exclamation, “Look here, your inattention of the past few days necessitates your doing a few experiments after school this eve- ning, in order to keep up with the remainder of the class.” What I said did not reach his ears. However, I arrived in the laboratory immediately after school and quite reluctantly proceeded to mix and intermix all the combina- tions known to science, as 1 thought at that time. Suddenly Mr. Saylor said, “George I must go to the faculty meeting, but continue with your work, and after you have finished you may go home.” His back was hardly turned when I gazed about the laboratory and my attention was attracted to the little closet marked, “Stay Out.” Now, I always did want to know what was in there, so here was my chance, i walked to the closet and found that the door yielded very easily. After a short exploration, during which 1 discovered some hydrophlorics. some more ics and ous’s, my eyes sud- denly rested on a small vial un- labeled and slightly corked. Ah, here was something. Now for some fun, for I didn't care, kill or cure, as I was going to find out what it was. So back to my desk I went and proceeded to analyze this mysterious fluid. I tried every action and re- action I could think of but without results. At last 1 poured some fluid which I thought to be water upon it. Suddenly a terrific explosion oc- cured and I was enveloped in a hazy pink smoke. From the dense smoke a voice exclaimed, “What have you done?” Oh, I thought, this is an awful fix I am in; here's Prof, back and finds me in this smoke. But upon gazing into the haze a second time I recognized not our Prof., but a gigantic figure like the Grecian giants of old. “George, he shrieked, “You have brought me forth from my rest under the pryra- mids of Egypt: there I have slept these thousands of years. Til par- don you if you only give me the bottle you have in your hand, so that I may drink of it and go back to my rest. “By this time I had gained courage. “No, 1 have you and now I must know all about you.” However, he again exclaimed, “George, I must go back to my rest; ask any wish, and if you free me it shall be granted.” “Ah,” thought I, here is my chance I’ll wish for an A in Chemistry this month. But no, there is that class prophecy to write. With my mind fully detei mined, I exclaimed, “If you tell me the future of the lives of my classmates. I'll free you. He paused a moment and then replied: “It’s hard, but listen. I had power before my death to force the world on into the future any number of years I desired. I still retain that power, so now stick close to me. don't ask any questions, but use your eyes, and your wish will be fulfilled. He uttered a shrill whistle, and a strange looking craft floated through the pink atmosphere. He got into the craft and, after seating myself beside him. we were whisked away. Where we flew, how we flew, how fast we flew. I do not know, but we sure did fly. Sud- denly we stopped. “Where are we now?” I inquired. “We are now on the outskirts of Conshohocken, only it is now 1946 instead of 1926, replied the geniei After safely landing, we descended from our craft and proceeded to walk toward the city. After walk- ing a short distance through a field, we were terrified by a shrill scream. In a short time I beheld Vera Kill- mer rushing wildly from a barn into a neighboring farm- house. I was soon astonished to overhear the conversation between Vera and the dairyman, who to my surprise proved to be Ray Wilmer. “Oh, Ray,” cried Vera, “That old cow k eked me in the shins. I am afraid it’s broken.” “The doggone critter,” exclaimed Ray; “Did she spill the milk.” While I was there Harold Frank- enfield drove up ii his truck with some feed. We all talked and joked about our school days,