Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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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

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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

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BLUE A HD GOLD proved to be Vernon Ycrcoe. Poor Vernon said he was doing this work until he could afford to get married and then he was going to let his wife support him. That is, if she didn’t run out of ideas in the art of dress designing, and lose her job. In the lobby 1 met Evelyn and then an usher stepped forward. She started to take us down the aisle and I recognized her as Rebecca Lobb. If I must say it myself, she sure did look ridiculous in her costume of brass buttons and blue suit and did have to laugh when I saw her. We settled in our seats just as the overture started. I looked at my program and found that Vincent Bonkoski was the leader of the orchestra. After the first selection, it was announced that they would now play one of Vincent’s own compositions entitled, “I Love Them All But Do They All Love Me.'” I enjoyed it immensely. After looking over the list of persons that played in the orchestra, I found that Mary Davenport was a member and was now playing a big bass horn. It sure was a surprise to think that Mary had stopped playing her favorite instrument, the saxophone. When the orchestra had finished, the master of ceremonies appeared on the stage and was no other than Albert Frankenfield, the well-known stage comedian, who in turn introduced the feature of the evening, Famous Betty and her famous company. When I saw her appear, I must admit I was just about ready to faint for I found that Betty was no other than our own Betty Famous of our class. Just then two more red-haired girls danced out and did a specialty number and at once I recognized them to be Helen Webb and Mildred Traister. My, how they had changed! It was hard to believe that Mildred would henna and bob such beautiful hair and Helen would appear with such an extreme boyish bob. They sure did look different and I must say they were entirely different from what I expected them to be on the stage. Just then came the only man in Betty’s Company and, would you believe it, folks, it was none other than our stately president, William Yocum, and as his specialty dance the people gasped with amazement over the way he twisted his legs around and whirled on his toes. I said to Evelyn, “Well, at last Bill has attained his chief desire and under Betty’s strict supervision has become one of the most marvelous dancers the stage has ever produced in history.” 1 at once sent a note to Betty back stage and after the show was over we went to the stage door to greet them. Here we bumped into Alan Earl, who was now head electrician, and incidentally saw to it that all the chorus girls arrived home safely, since he always did love to walk and wander about at night. Just then Betty and her girls came out and we all decided to go to the fashionable night club of the season. When we entered we were greeted very enthusiastically because Betty was well-known from coast to coast. After being seated at one of the tables, I started looking around, and the surprises began again. Soon a graceful Hawaiian dancer ran out, accompanied by a young man who at once began to croon “Walking My Baby Back Home,” and I at once recognized that old familiar tune sung by Donald Deisinger and I knew he had at last came into prominence. The dancer began doing the Hula, Hula, passing lightly among the tables and as she drew near our table, I looked with ever-increasing wonder. As she passed I gasped, for whom should it be but Florence Woznicki. My, how Florence could dance! A few moments after the enthusiastic applause had subsided, in danced two more professionals but this time it was two boys and as I looked at their faces, I thought at first something was wrong with my eyes for I really was tired and sleepy—but no, my eyes did not deceive me, for it really was the inseparable two, Joseph Sukalski and Anthony Travagline. Before I had a chance to speak to them, Betty said to me excitedly, “Look, here come two more of our classmates: the man who is now the Page Twenty