Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

Page 18 text:

BLUE AND GOLD I then drove to the Capitol. As I entered the building, a guide stepped forward and he proved to be none other than Jimmie Hippie. While he was showing me around the building I inquired how he happened to be here and he replied that he wanted to start from the bottom to become a statesman. So he thought being in the Capitol would help him get a good start and be a great help. Just before leaving the building, I heard a lady cry, “Where am I? Where am I? W hat is this building? Will nobody show me or tell me something about this place?” When the guides heard this they all rushed madly up to her. She appeared to be a young lady dressed in the height of fashion and carrying a poodle under her arm. When the guides rushed up to her, she picked out one that was very good looking and then walked away. As I walked in the direction that she had gone I finally caught up to her and it was none other than Amanda Herron—for she always did have a weakness for guides! She told me she was now living in Ambler and just came to Washington for a vacation and to recall memories. After leaving her, with her guide at her heels, I decided to go somewhere and rest for I was tired of walking around the different buildings. After some questioning I was informed that the Philadelphia Wildcats were playing the W ashington Tigers at the Tigers’ ball park in Georgetown. Since I always was a lover of this sport, I drove over to the park. On our way over we passed through a red light and at once the cop blew his whistle. He came along the side of us with the usual, “Where do you think you are going?” And he gave my driver a ticket. I tried to plead with him and found him to be none other than Charles Doran. He told me that his one aim was to be a traffic cop in Conshohocken but he had to get more experience some other place, so he selected a smaller town, such as Washington, as the traffic was very heavy in Conshohocken since the town has increased to such a great extent. He took back the ticket and told us to watch ourselves hereafter. At the park, I went to buy my ticket and I saw none other than Sis Murray in the ticket office. This was quite a surprise for I always gave Margaret credit for having more ambition. She told me she was doing this so she could be near her “Love,” the star pitcher for the “Wildcats.” By this time the people in line back of me were telling me to hurry along. I said good-bye to Sis and went to my seat. An usher held out his hand for my ticket and when he said, “This way, Madame,” I found him to be Merrill Metz. He always was a baseball fan and this was a cheap way to see the game and not much work to do. I could see the advantage of that and stored the idea away in my brain in case I ever need a position. After awhile, I heard the well-known call in the distance, “Peanuts, popcorn, soda pop and hot dogs!” As the voice came nearer and almost yelled in my ear, I recognized it to be the voice of none other than Dick Tees. This sure was an excellent way for Dick to give way to his feelings and still not to annoy anyone. After buying some peanuts from him, he told me that he took the job because it provided plenty to eat and was about the easiest way he knew to be employed at the present time. Just then, the umpire called, “The batteries for the Wildcats— Earl Love and Woodrow Becker.” Well, this was to be expected, since they were known as the rookie wonders of the season. The game didn’t prove to be very exciting as the final score was 20 to 0 in favor of the Wildcats. After leaving the ball park, there was still time to go roaming around before dinner, so I decided to go and visit the Hoover Washington Airport. When I arrived there, I became quite fascinated by the aeroplanes whirling about so I decided to take a ride. After purchasing my ticket, I approached one of the aeroplanes that stood nearby where a mechanic was hard at work. When he made his appearance from the plane I found him to be Millard Hippie. As Millard always Page Eighteen

Page 17 text:

BLUE AND GOLD by Horse and Carriage.” That slogan really fitted the idea behind Dorothy’s company because she had received the idea when we were in Washington and fell in love with the unique way of sightseeing and sooner or later she would do something about it. When I entered the office I was delighted to see her because we had been such good pals in school and had drifted apart after leaving C. H. S. I spent almost an hour with her and during that time I saw Eleanor Emens, Margaret Funston and Bessie Gabin who are now working for Dorothy as taxi drivers. She said they were much more dependable than men so she was having all the men discharged. The girls told me they had taken the job simply because of their love for driving in traffic, the interesting people you bump into, and the beautiful outfits, to match the cabs, Dorothy provided for them. Blue taxicab pajamas and Vermillion red coats with high silk hats of the same colors. Dorothy put a taxi at my service for the remainder of the afternoon and I was again on my way to the Concoran Art Gallery. On my arrival at the place of art, at the door of the building, stood a man collecting money for admission. As I paid him the money I became spellbound when I beheld Samuel Sidney McCloy standing before me. Well, of all people that I should find him here! I inquired how it was that he had obtained such a position and he said he took this position because it was an easy way to save money as the building was open morning, noon and night and as his presence was requested he was never able to go about and spend it. This pleased me very much because I always did hope that Sid would get ahead with his wonderful ability to save money. After wandering around the building for awhile I came upon a group of queerly dressed people. They seemed to be making sketches of the marble figures that adorned the gallery. They were dressed in dirty looking smocks and varied colored berets. Being very much interested in the group I walked over to them to take a glance at some of their work when I recognized, to my amazement, that they were all members of my class in high school: Virginia Custer, Emma kohansby, Elsie Tucker, Beatrice Wannop, Dorothy Crossmore and Ella Wolf. I immediately questioned them. “How on earth did you all come to such a place as this:” I asked. And I was told that they liked the life of an artist very much in Conshy, but they felt that their art was not appreciated in the town so they moved to the great metropolis and at present were living in an art colony just outside of Washington. They all lived together in a little hut. They were having the time of their life for they only had one room but it was very convenient because they did not have much time to spend in cleaning and when this room did need cleaning they all pitched in and in no time they were finished. Above all, they gushed, “No men are allowed.” After spending almost an hour with them I thought I had better run along. After leaving the building, and as I entered my taxi, a sightseeing bus came by and the guide was pointing out historical points to his tourists. As he passed the building I heard him yell, “On the right we have the most noted art gallery of the country,” and at once I recognized that voice for it was no other than Albert Hannum Riker. I jumped out of the taxi again and called, “Hey, Bert.” When he saw me he leaned out of the window and left out a big yell. He asked the bus driver to stop for a minute. I asked him why he had chosen this particular occupation and he informed me that he was chaperoning a group of girls from a select school for girls at which place he was now head coach of athletics and at present time was guiding them about Washington since he obtained some knowledge of this profession during our trip in 1931. Just then the girls started to yell for him and so he said he had to go and the last I remembered of him was hearing that all-famous laugh of his as they continued on their way. Page Seventeen

Page 19 text:

BLUE AND GOLD loved to tinker around machinery, he was at last in his element, for he had found a machine that he enjoyed taking apart but so far he was unable to put it together again. I told him that I wanted to take a ride in the air so he called over a pilot and he was my old friend, John Light. At first I was afraid to trust my life in his hands, recalling how John acted in school, but I was quickly assured that his ability was above normal. After a perfectly wonderful flight over Washington, we landed at the airport. A plane had just arrived and as the pilot jumped out I found him to be none other than Donald Wessell. Donald told me that he had just received his commercial pilot’s license and was very proud of the fact. As the passengers alighted, I recognized Dorothy Smith and Dick Dalbey. She informed me that she was now a prima donna and Dick her business manager, that she had just toured the South with the Metropolitan Opera Company and had returned to Washington to make her debut in society. Dorothy always wanted to sing in school and Dick wanted to be at her side so I felt that they were both very much satisfied in life. A small lady now approached me and as she was arguing with herself about the charges for the trip, I knew at once that it was Sarah Congleton, who had now become a famous designer and dressmaker, and who had come North from Florida to design dresses for the “400” society in Washington. Just then a Marine plane came swooping in and as the pilot came running up to the port I recognized, under a coat of tan, the face of Lester Abbey. He stopped long enough to tell me that he was stationed at Panama with the Marines and that he was having the time of his life, and then dashed madly into the Tea Room. Dorothy, Sarah and I followed and were greeted by the hostess, who proved to be our classmate, Doris Fillman. She told us that she bought the place but expected to sell it again since one of the aviators asked her to return to Panama with him and she had consented to do so. It wasn’t necessary for us to ask her whom she referred to because we knew from what we had seen outside a few minutes ago. After having tea with them. I returned to the hotel for dinner. As I entered the lobby, I heard a boy paging me and I went to the desk for the message. At the switchboard I found Violet Mrozek. She seemed very much pleased with her work as she always did like this sort of thing because now she could take her own phone calls right at the board instead of bothering someone else when she was called by her many admirers. The phone call proved to be Evelyn asking me to a show at the Fox Theatre. I told her that I would be pleased to go with her and would meet her in the lobby of the theatre. I went to my room to dress as it was almost time for dinner. After finishing dinner, with some time to spare before going to the show, I started out.to see the Congressional Library. After strolling around inside for quite a while, I came across Edna Gilmore. This sort of surprised me for our Edna never craved books before but she told me it was a cheap form of entertainment and a delightful way to spend her evenings when her husband did night work. While talking of old times, we strolled on to the balcony and looking down on the readers, we spied Sylvia Blasband, who, Edna informed me, was now one of the private secretaries in the House of Representatives. As I had an engagement to fulfill, I hurriedly left Edna and on leaving ran into Edwin Trycinski who told me that he was now studying diplomatic service work and hoped some day to get an appointment to Africa if he studied hard enough and stood in well with the President, Will Rogers. After leaving the library, I called a taxi which took me to the Fox Theatre. On arriving at the theatre, the signs out front were flashing, “The Famous Red-Haired Betty and Her Famous Performer’s” This sounded very interesting to me. I handed my ticket to the doorman who looked very sad and depressed, and he Page Nineteen