Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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Page Fourteen THE BLUE AND GOLD belonging to those of our class- mates, who made fighting popular during our school days. We there- fore followed the crowd to the arena. As we entered the gateway we were hailed by several ushers, who proved to be Anne Keown. Florence Craw- ford, Mary Fennell. Esther Cress- man and Alice Davenport. “How are you Anne? What on earth brought you and your friends here? I inquired. “Oh, Anne Griffiths In- duced us to accompany her to this city to answer several matrimonial advertisements. She was successful in landing her hubby but we are stranded.” In a short time the fight began. During the second round a riot was started and the police raided the arena to discontinue the fight. As the squadron rushed past our seats we realized it was headed by Jimmie'' Mellon. The prisoners were soon landed in the patrol wagon. We found the vehicle in charge of Cecil Johnston, who in- vited us to be present at the hear- ing. We immediately started to walk towards the police court. While on our way we entered a drug store and behind the counter was no other than Vernon Scott. While we were sitting there I glanced out of the window and saw Kathryn Bulger pass by with another girl. I rushed out the door to speak to her but by the time I had reached the street she had dissappeared. We then proceeded towards the police court again. On our way we passed a restaurant and to my surprise 1 saw Olglenna Krieble, Rose Kauff- man. Catherine Sukalski and Mary Tancini waiting on the tables. In a short time we found the court and without ceremony entered and took a seat. When the first case on the docket, was called, and the prisoner was brought forth. I concluded that this was surely an unluckly day for the Class of ’2fi, as the prisoner proved to be John “Lightning” Beyer, who was accused of drunkenness and beating his wife. We, however, thought these accusations to be false, as Johnnie was strictly tem- perate during his school days. The case was tried by the noted judge, John Prizer. After several questions, the judge remarked, 'Look here, you've been drinking; I smell it on your breath.” Beyer immediately replied. 'Not a drop: I've been eating frog’s legs; what you smell is the hop.” “Silence,” thundered Judge Prizer. “I suppose drink was your downfall.” “Yes,” answered Beyer with great calmness! “I took a drink of water which had microbes in it, and 1 haven't had a well day since.” I could hardly suppress a smile, for 1 realized that the case would scon be settled. The next offender was accused of speeding and proved to be Ruth Staley She was going forty-five miles an hour,” answered the cop. “But I had been out only ten minutes. replied Ruth. “Twelve-fiifty and costs. Let this be a lesson for you,” said the judge. He then called for the next prisoner. To our surprise Margaret Sampson was escorted into the room. “What is the charge?” asked Judge Prizer. “Annoying the comunity by in- cessant talking, complaint entered by husband, who was yesterday con- fined to a sanitarium for weak nerves. read the clerk of court. “When ycu were here before I told you I never wanted to see you again.” thundered the judge. “I told the policeman that, but he wouldn't believe me,” said the prisoner. “The jug, thirty days,” shouted Judge Prizer. We decided to leave then and as we went out I looked over towards the jury. There I saw Marie Town- send, Dorothy Davies, Viola Ver- coe, Gladys Horisk. Rosella Gravi- nese and Dorothy Carponek We turned back to our machine and in a short time were there. After entering the craft I turned to my trusty pilot, and said. “You have surely fulfilled your promise tn showing me the future of my class- mates. but before you return to your wierd home, tell me of my future. Hesitatingly, he replied, “I'd rather not, but if you insist, here goes. He turned the machine and we headed North. Hour . by hour we traveled, and colder and

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THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Thirteen The genie and I resumed our journey and after a short stroll we were confronted by a gang of work- men, who were engaged in laying car tracks into the city. Among the crowd of laborers who were handl- ing the pick and shovel with great mastry were “Natie” Graubard. “Pewee' Mannum and “Fritz” Faust. After watching our friends pro- ceed with their work for a short time we were attracted by an auto- mobile, bearing the sign, “TAXI”. We quickly decided to complete our journey by auto. Upon hailing the driver, I recognized our old friend, Frank “Goat” Gilinger. “How are you, Goat?” says I. “How quickly can you convey us to the city?” “Well replied Goat, blushingly, “1 suppose I can make the next three miles in about a minute.” We were soon in the heart of the metropolis. After leaving the auto we were attracted by a voice in the distance, which seemed strangely familiar. Upon following the crowd we beheld our famous orator, Donald Jones, on a soap box discussing the merits ot a particular make of band instru- ment. Shortly, Jonesy was disturbed by a screechy voice shouting, “Solomon's fresh peanuts.” To our amazement we found it to be “Monk” Auerbach, who was busily disposing his stock. We decided to go to the theatre and therefore boarded a street car. To my surprise the conductor was Paul Righter. In a short time we arrived at the theatre. Upon ap- proaching the box office, we recog- nized the famous ticket seller, Harry Rowan. We then made our way to the entrance and discovered “Bob Ramsey taking tickets. While I was talking to Bob a sudden noise attracted eur attention. In came “Dot” Ramsay, Clara Myers, Olive Robinson and Genexieve Millhouse chattering like a bunch of squirrels. “What ails that bunch?” I asked Bob. ‘Perpetual talkitis,” was the an- swer. We then seated ourselves and the curtain rose for the first number, when Florence Shoes” Campbell came to the front to sing “So’s your Old Man.” Next was another solo entitled “Show Me the Way to Go Home” which was rendered by no other than Oscar “Ottie Wood, our famous army man. The orchestra then played “The Chewing Gum” scene from “Wrig- leyetto.” The music of this melody was exceedingly entrancing and was rendered by musicians of great note. Among them I soon distinguished Glenn Davis, Germaine LaBrecque and Chester Sinclair. Next on the program was a solo rendered by ‘Bob” Neil which was entitled 'I Cannot Sing the Old Songs.” He never could. After several long minutes of agony, we decided to leave the house of grief. My guide then took me down a side street where we passed the stage entrance. Standing there were two men in the regulation aDer-six rig. “Who are those men?” I asked my guide. “They are Theodore Wiedeman and George I entz, the worst stage door Jonnies in town,’ was the re- ply. I immediately recognized them as my old friends, “Ted” and ‘Sport Model” Lenlzie. We decided to return to our ma- chine. To our dismay we were un- able to find means of transporta- tion, but sudenly in the distance we spied a truck coming toward us. Much to our surprise we found the driver to be no other than Edward Hill. Upon our request he said that he would drive us to our destina- tion. As we drove along we passed a large palatial mansion. Ed in- formed me that It was the resi- dence of Raymond ‘Squire” Freas. Contractor and Builder, and that it had been built by him for his wife. After bidding Ed good-bye we boarded our craft and were quickly sent through the air. In a short time we were hovering over the city of Philadelphia. We soon landed and in a short time were in the center of the city. We were standing on a street corner when I recognized an old classmate, Albert DiCurcio, pass by carrying an announcement which read as follows: Champion Boxing Match for the Heavyweight Title of the World. Battling “Si Adair vs. Bulldog Barron We remembered these names ae

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THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Fifteen colder it grew. Suddenly a terrific explosion occurred, and I felt sprays of water dashing over my face. Then a strange thing happened; l awoke and found itl to be all a dream, for I had heated a vial con- taining ether and, on becoming warm, the fumes carried me off to the land of dreams. In a few moments I had been fully revived by several members of the faculty. Ana thus I owe this acount of the future of the best class that ever will graduate from the Conshohocken High School, that of 1926. to the ac- cident of that afternoon. Who’s Who Bachelor ............ Vernon Scott Old Maid ............ Viola Vercoe Biggest Loafer ......... Paul Lighter Noisest Girl .. Genevieve Millhouse Best Farmer. . Harold Frankenfield Strongest Man ........... Robert Neil Laziest ... Nathan Graubard Greatest Giggler ----Gladys Horisk Biggest Flirt ....... Anne Griffiths Hardest Worker .. Albert DiCiurcio Best Typist . . Rose Kauffman High School Nusiance, Solemn Auerbach Handsomest ............ Oscar Wood Prettiest Girl .... Marie Townsend Most Popular Boy .... Ray Wilmer Newsiest ..... ... Alice Davenport Most Inquisitive Donald Jones Pattest ................ Ruth Staley Most Serious ........... Vera Killmer Quietest .. . Margaret Sampson Most Talkative, Florence Campbell Most Childish. Germain La Brecque Most Cheerful Dorothy Carponet Clumsiest..............Robert Ramsey Most Sociable ...... Anna Keown Most Conceited .. ... Harry Rowan Most Polite .............. Fred Faust Class Fooler George Milddleton Most Brilliant .. Dorothy Davies Smallest ..........Esther Cressman Tallest .. Glenn Davis I hinnest .. . . Olglenna Kriebel Best Singer .. Edward Hill Greatest Athlete (Boy), John Prizer Greatest Athlete (Girl), Kathryn Bulger Best All Around Girl, Olive Robinson Best natured ........ George Barron Greatest Joker ...... James Mellon Wittiest .......... Paul Hannum Greatest Bluffer .. Raymond Freaa Biggest. Fusser . . Rosella Gravinese Class Fiddler . ... Russel Adair Best Musician .. Chester Sinclair Class Cartoonist .. Frank Gilinger Nerviest ........ Florence Crawford Cutest Boy .... ... George Lentz Vainest .. ............ Clara Myers Most Dignified Catherine Sukalski Most Shiftless Cecil Johnston Busiest................. Mary Tancim Most Bashful Boy .. John Beyer Shyest Girl ............ Mary Fennell Heart Breaker, Theodore Wiederman The Class as KATHRYN BULGER Bui” “Bob” Beef” “Oh, be yourself!” English Club, 1, Science Club, 1, “Old Louisiana,” 1, “Gypsy Rover,” 3. “Miniature Lady,” 4, Basketball, 2, 3. 4. “Bui is our best athlete and one of the girls to receive a basketball for three years of work on the team. This was her pastime while in school, but now that she is out. mo- toring seems to be her favorite oc- cupation. We often wondered, “Now which car will it be tonight?” but We see Them now we know it will either be— well, keep your eyes open! “Nor bold, nor shy, nor short nor tall, But a nice mingling of them all.” FLORENCE CAMPBELL “Shoes” “Oh, you foul ball! English Club, 1, Science Club, 1, “Old Louisiana,” 1, “Cherry Blos- some.” 2. “Gypsy Rover,” 3. “Minia- ture Lady,” 4, “Green Stockings,” 4. “Shoes” is the happy-go-lucky member of the group. One of her