Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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Page Ten THE BLUE AND GOLD Class II When thru the years to come. We’re far from Conshy High We’ll pause on the pathway Of life to cast a sigh For the Mem’ries past And for our high school days. These thoughts will we all adore Tho, we’ve parted at the ways. Ill To you. Oh Conshy High, We pledge ourselves in song. And we’ll remember you ith a faith that's true and strong, As on all these happy days We leave our minds to dwell. We must say good-bye to you. And we bid you all—farewell. I We entered here as Freshman As green as we could be Of all the ways and customs And of each thing we’d see. Four years have passed by Years of work and play And we turn our thoughts again To the joys of yesterday. Rose DeHaven ’27 cProphecy The evening was quite warm and I wandered about in my shirt sleeves I, had nothing in particular to do and a.l the time in the world to do it so I decided to go to the circus. Arriving at the circus I glanced in at the ticket office and saw a sign. “Man Wanted.”— “Mr. Harnum I want that job,” I said, “What do I do? “My boy you are just in time, here sit in that chair.” At that moment a curtain went up in front of me and a harsh voice called out to the waiting throngs. Ladies and the weaker sex, steo right up for the free exhibition of Professor Ghoofie. He will hypnotize the young gentleman in the chair.” Professor Ghoofie, a tough look up character, then stepped out to mv view. He made a few passes and muttered a strange prayer over me, then suddenly my head whirled and buzzed and I felt light and airy. What was this? I was floating and was rapidly increasing mv velocity until I was l.terally flying. How long I flew I do not know but before I could realize it I had been dropped before the gates of a large city. I knocked at the gates and my call was answered by a dissipated looking man who clutched nervously at the neck of a bottle. I entered and was going to thank him when I saw that it was an old friend of mine, David Johnstone. Why Dave, I cried, how did you get to be in this cond’tion?” “Its the same old story”, he said, “Wine, women and song , and before I could speak he took another drink and ran away. I looked after him speechless, but I did not have a chance to tarry for I heard two voices cry simultaneously, “Taxi, sir? I turned and there stood Milton Jacobson and William Jennings, each driving rival taxis. They both tugged at me to ride with them till Milt saw a lady walking to him. he dropped me and took the woman, even in his school days Milt preferred to take a girl for a ride. I asked Bill who the beautiful ladv was. “That’s Elizabeth Wallace,” said Bill. “She is a star in the new musical comedy hit, “A High Old Time.” At I stepped into the car I mentally decided to see the show. I was growing conscious of a cavity in the region a little below my heart

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THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Nine Thelma Hallman's eyes we clo be- queath unto Margaret Maskrev. Margaret may discard her glasses now. She won’t miss much with such an asset. Upon Gladys Menning we bestow Gladys Lavcrty’s constant giggle. We hope that Gladys gets as much fun out out of it as Gladys Laverty has. To Clip Fulmer we will Louisa Campbell’s dancing achievements. Louisa says, you must attain that light- foot airy inspiration of the heart. To Mary Head, we will Frances King’s iceman. Mary seems to have a fascination for robust country-born men. Upon Alice Schlictcr falls the re- sponsibility of FUhel Heisler’s per- manent smile. We do bequeath unto Mable Long, Catherine Campbell’s quiet attitude. Mable has our best wishes for success in this gift. To Betty Quigg we do prescribe, Toot Ferrier’s Up Country Dutch, or whatever it is, in order that Betty may properly describe the moon. Dorothy Bennett will please accent Sarah Douglas’s slim figure. We think with such an asset as this, she will find it easier to follow the dietitian’s plans. Unto Lavinia Colcn we will Dorothy Link’s good looks. Mothers: Anchor your sons. To Wilmer Hamel we do devise Mary Lee’s melodious soprano voice. This will prove an advantage when calling the cows home. To Helen Campbell we leave F,va Pierson’s curly hair. We do bequeath unto Mabel Nestor all of Gladys MacMullen’s Friends. With a gift such as this, she will find it no difficult feat to complete her course. Unto Helen Keys we bestow Rose DeHaven’e short stature. She may now sleep peacefully, lengthwise in her bed. Clara Mark's ability to change dimes into quarters in the “Five and Ten,” we will to any person who desires to shoulder it. Dorothy Griffiths’ many pet express- ions we give to Betty Markle so that she may employ an calmer method of dispersing her thoughts. Rebecca Moore’s ever unceasing tongue we will to Elroy Murray. It may aid him in his future sales talk. We bequeath to the Class of 1928, our respective places in Chapel. And lastly we do make, constitute and appoint Herman Garlick to be executor of this, our last will and Testament, hereby revoking all former wills and testaments made 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 seventeenth day of June, in the year of our Lord One thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven. Rachel Batty, Katherine Brack, Catherine Campbell. Louisa Campbell, Rose DeHaven, Polly Di Pallo, Sarah Douglass, Edith Ferrier. Dorothy Griffiths. Thelma Hallman, Ethel Heisler, Frances King, Gladys Laverty, Dorothy Link, Mary Lee, Gladys Mac- Mullen, Clara Marks, Rebecca Moore, Eva Pierson, Alice Potts, Elizabeth Wallace, Margaret Webb, Rebecca Zook. Thomas Celli, William Dunlap. Jr., Sydney Finkelstein, Harold Griffiths, Murl Griffiths. Edward Hansell, Milton Jacobson, William Jennings, David Johnstone, Samuel Kessler, Kemery Kicffer, Norman Lawless, Frank Ramsey, Charles Schimpf, Lewis Sponar, David Traill, Joseph Wallace, Gearge Young. 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 request, in their presence and in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses. Witnesses: Jenny Gerhart Clip Fulmer Piggy McCloy Fats Martin Handsome Harry Berman Joseph Wallace '27.

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THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Eleven and I asked to be put off before a restaurant, so Bill stopped the car and I alighted directly in front of a famous night club, “The Red Dog . I was feeling good and I went inside. I was soon surrounded by many people and bright red lights. I checked my coat and hat with none other than Mary Lee, who was in charge of that department. I felt a hearty slap on my back and confronted a stout individual with a llorid red face. His face was familiar and I recognized Kemery Kieffer. “What arc you doing here? I said “Oh, said Kemery, “I’m a regular fellow all right. Sav I’ve got twe girls whom you know, lets make it a regular party.” ( “Suits me fine, bring on the women. - So Kemery brought out the women who were none other than Eva Pierson and Rose De Haven. We all sat down at a table and we were just in time for the special dance number. The place became darkened and out tripped five beautiful maids. I believe I know these girls,” I re- marked. “Sure you do”, said Kemery, “They are Ethel Heisler, Rebecca Moore Margaret W ebb, Thelma Hallman and Alice Potts. “You haven't seen half of it yet, said Rose, “Wait till you see the strong acrobats in the dance.” Sure enough a panel slipped aside and out stepped Charles Schimpf and Murl Griffiths, swinging 100 pound weights about their heads and throw- ing the girls to and fro. Well, well, how times have changed and to think these two strong men were the smallest in the class.” “Yes,” remarked Eva, “They knew they were weak and they took Earl Leedcrman's course and in two days they were great big men—“and if it wasn’t for the waiter she would still be talking about them. The waiter proved to be Joe Wallace, “Hello Joe,” I cried. Merci, Bcnjoir, S'il vous plait, donnez-moi” or something to that effect. Yea that's just what he said and to think he flunked in French up in old Conshy High. There was a commotion at the dooi and in walked two burly policeman Thomas Celli and George Young. “The place is pinched,” yelled George, everybody file out to the police station.” The police van was toe crowded so I sat up front with the driver and Tom. I glanced at the driver and recognized Dot Griffiths. “Dot ,” I said, in my best fatherly voice, “What made you take this job? “Well,” she said, “I couldn’t find a husband to drive around so I became the first woman van driver. Eventually we reached the station and we had to wait while the magistrate Griffiths, settled two cases. The first case was between Gladys MacMullen and Catherine Campbell They both thought they were married to the same man. Griffy decided it by doing a Solomon. They would toss coins for hubby and the loser should marry somebody else—himself for in- stance. The next case was between Rachel Batty and her husband. “What’s the grounds?” quoted his honor. “My husband is so tight he wears wooden clothes,” said Rachel. “Why only this morning he told me he was going to buy a lumber jacket.” This put his honor in a good humor so he dismissed the rest of his cases so he could play pinocle with his captain, Bill Dunlap. I took off by myself and hunted for a place to sleep. I noticed a good looking boarding house. After knock- ing at the door I was kept waiting for about fifteen minutes. The door opened and who should I see but Dorothy Link with three boys and seven little girls tagging along behind her. I greeted her and asked about our old friends. Dorothy said that all she knew was Polly Di Pallo and Sarah Douglass had joined the Salvation Army. I went to bed and slept soundly Waking up at seven I found the morning paper handy and planced at the first page. There staring me in the face was a picture of David Traill: David Traill Saves Another Life Dave Traill, t he famous life- guard saves Miss Edith Ferrier, the noted operatic star, from a watery grave. Well I was glad to hear that, but no matter how many lives Dave would save would not bring me a clean collar so I strolled down the street to a prosperous looking shop and entered. A clerk came forward and I recognized Lewis Sponar. I purchased my collar