Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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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

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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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Page Twelve THE BLUE and inquired where I could buy some shells for a scatter-gun. Lew direct- ed me to a pawn shop farther down the street. Entering the hock-shop I glanced around and there sitting on a high chair and with a pair of horn- rimmed spectacles perched on his nose was Frank Ramsey. I greeted Yank and asked for mv shells. ank said he couldn't wait upon me because he had fallen arches. I hat was too bad so I went out with- out them. As I was going out I met Rebecca Zook who was going to pawn her jewelry to feed her seven hungry little ones. I inquired as to her health and her husband, the former she said was good and the latter no good and then she began to weep, that was when I left for I could never stand to see a woman cry, it reminded me too much of home. Continuing on my stroll down the street I encountered a small mob mull- ing around an ice wagon. I thought there must have been an accident but it wasn’t. It was Frances King de- livering ice to get in training for next year s basket ball season. Feeling fatigued I went into an ice cream parlor and drank a Hires. Who should be jerking sodas but Katherine Brack. I asked Katherine if she ever about any of our classmates. She said that Johannah Brown was still plug- ging along. “Plugging along, what do vou mean? Oh. she s a telephone operator,’’ said Katherine. Class DEMOCRACY AND EDUCATION Education is as old as the human race, for every tribe, however low irs state of civilization, trains its children and youth in the arts and occupations necessary to maintain existence. Nev- ertheless. in all the previous systems of education the individual tvpe was scarcely considered- The vouth wa fitted merely to fill his place in the social system. Our education system, now in use. has been evolved from the systems of Greece and Rome. Greece had two systems: one. a military system whose AND GOLD I then saw a bus and decided to go for a little ride. I got on and there was Louisa Campbell driving and Clara Marks taking tickets. I rode for a half-hour and alighted in the country for I wanted a glass of fresh buttermilk at one of the farms. I knocked at the door and walked in and there stood Sydney Finkelstein. “Hello Finks.” I said, “how's things?” “Oh. said Finks, “I can’t kick, all the chickens and ducks are still doing their duty.” “Sav. said Norman Lawless, the hired man, “Did you hear about Edward Hansell marrying every woman in town for over ten years?” I didn't believe that one till Norm explained that Ed became a minister. I drank my buttermilk and started to hike back to town and on the way I was hailed my Gladys Laverty, who had become a farmerette and was now driving a load of hav. She said I could ride with her if I didn’t mind sitting on top of the hay. I climbed up and was soon on my way to town. hile riding my mind became hazy and I soon felt myself being wafted into the air. I landed with a thump and found myself sitting alone in a large tent. The people had all gone and I was left to my own resources. My job was forgotten as I walked slowly home thinking of the strange events of the day which made this prophecy possible. Sam Kessler '27. Oration sole aim was to make soldiers; the other was known as the liberal svstem of Athens which combined music and literature with physical training; and at the same time, this svstem recog- mzed the inherent rights of the in- dividual and also trained him for citizenship. Now. as a result of the highest deve opment of the Athenian ideal of education, we have the philos- ophy or Aristotle and Plato whose in- fluence upon education and cultural tdeas has continued to the present flay’ During the early years of the re- public. tne Roman system of education was developed entirely in the family.