Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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 Oil. just fine, thank you, spoke in her quiet, nonchalant manner. Bill, what’s this I hear about Consho-hocken umnopoli ing your paper?” I asked. Oh, it's not as had as all that. It's just that about 80 per rent of the employees are from the old Irontown. Why, just from the Class of ’42 there are Charles Jefferies and James Wool), distribution directors; Anna Frabezio, Mary Frabezio, Betty Schiltz, Anna I)i Rosato, and Jane Sti BINSkt, all typists: and there's Alberta Smith, our hest journalist, with I■ v Stem-porosey as her | ersonal secretary. That s cpiite a few from one class, don’t you think? he asked. I'll say, was my complete answer. Another thing—right here in the city we have a very good secretarial school, and who do you think owns it? No one else hut Kitii n Papiernie and Elizabeth Petri celli, with Doris Ingram and Lois Lebold as teachers in their own departments.” Me finished with a sigh. W ith my face all lit up and my mouth w ide open I gasjied. Smoley lloke! . . . Cee, I nearly forgot Carl and Albert are waiting for me. W ell. so long. Rill: and good luck to you both—you and your wife, I mean.” I ran hack to the two I'd left and apologized for keeping them waiting. Let’s go get those Zcps. said Albert leading us to his own private kitchen. In a flash two Zep sandwiches lay before Carl and me. I ate about half and just couldn t take another bite. I hated to let it go because it was scrumptious. Carl had the same difficulty and he laid his down muttering. Oh boy,” and I repeated the same. Boys, I suggest we go see the best show in town. It's at the Arena. Albert said. What is it?” asked Carl. I’ll save that. I promise you it'll be quite a surprise,” he said as we left his cafe and clambered into a cab. As we approached the Arena, I saw 30-foot signs— Stars Review — Stars from every walk of life.’’ Albert insisted upon paying our way, and after a little dispute be finally got his way. We entered and were handed programs beautifully embossed in a blue cover. I didn't bother looking at it until Al suggested 1 should. The emblem-eagle on my bat flapped its wings when I saw the inside of that program. On the inside front page was a large pieture of our own Aaron Zajag, president, vice-president, secretary, treasurer. director, producer, and owner of this magnificent show. As 1 went through the pages. I saw different photographs of such stars as AKTHl it Schlacel, world champion on roller skates: in | erson. that star of the silver screen. Jane Bergey; those two comedy stars. Farmerette M ary I’atzi k. and City Slicker Amelia he Margo; those devastating dancers, Eleanor Rinekk and Frances (Money) Wateins; the all-star feminine basketball team with two of the world s best record breakers. Ll ba PlLECKI and Clara Pi per; and those five beautiful models of the century, Mary Jane Din-levy, Alice Sieorsey, Angeline Si ter a. J aye Rodebage. and Frances Lasota. After seeing all this my head began to spin, and things all faded from view until it was all a complete blackout. hen things began to clear, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and I could hear Mother ask me to get out of bed. 7 Joseph Bori sieavicz.