Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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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

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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 biggest fellow on Wall Street and accompanied by a young lady.” I looked up, and sure enough, rapidly approaching our table was the same old Bob Lukens and Ruth Grauel I used to know in school. We greeted each other and Bob informed us that he and Ruth have just been married a week. Ruth finally consented to give up her stage career in the Riant Theatre which has now become one of the leading theatres in Conshohocken. After receiving many congratulations they passed on to their table. We danced for a while and then all decided to go home and get some well-earned rest. For, after all these wonderful surprises I was just about in a daze—but suddenly I heard the man at the next table as he was paying his bill, “Keep the change.” I at once turned for I recognized that voice and again I became wide-awake for as I expected it was the voice of Ralph Sponar who was now lieutenant in the Navy. He told me he spent all his furloughs in Washington and can be found here every evening since the club is known for its chorus of beautiful blondes, and he always had a weakness for blondes. Just then the waiter presented us with our bill and after all good-byes were said we parted, Evelyn and I to return to our hotel. On entering the hotel I received a telegram that my cat had died and to come home at once. Since the cat meant very much to me I immediately went to my room for I intended to leave as soon as possible. While going to sleep that night in my berth I thought of all the people I had seen that day and their various vocations but before long I gave way to a much-needed sleep which I felt was necessary after having such an enjoyable and exciting day. Your future I’ve tried to foresee, But, to be honest, it’s beyond me, Some of this prophecy may really be true, Still I can’t help wishing better for you. Life is the story in volumes three The past, the present, the yet-to-be. The first is finished and laid away; The second we’re reading day by day; The third and last of the volumes three Is locked from sight—who keepeth the key? Emma Yost. Class I We of the class of thirty-one Now bid farewell to C. H. S. And after all that we have done We hope our life will be a success. Sciitt II Fond memories we leave behind us Which the years will bring back anew, And we’ll think and dream of C. H. S. Keeping her memory true. Chorus: We’ve worked and played through the whole four years, And now we have reached our goal. Through life’s rough seas we hope to steer, May our anchor hold and never fall. Onward and onward through the passing years, The class of thirty-one will go, Blazing a trail and meeting all fears, Ever onward, onward we’ll go. Words: Sylvia R. Blasband Music: Vincent J. Bonkoski Page Twenty-one