Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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THE -GLEANER 201 Ullman lgrnphrrg By EDWARD L. RING Lost Angels, California 1940. Ladies and Gentlemen: It was February 22 and outside of my country es- tate in Hollywood the wind was blowing a gale, and the snow was falling. It was unusual for snow to fall in California and it brought back memories of the last winter which I had spent at the National Farm School. All the boys were then counting the hours, the meals, the number of classes till the day when Mr. Ostrolenk and Dr. Krauskopf shook hands with us and bid us a fond farewell. Before we matriculated we all said we would never see the old farm again, and neither horses or aero- planes could drag us back. Thus as I recalled the re- miniscences, it all came back, where we used to go swim- ming in the lake we built, the quiet class meetings, and the dining room where we would gather three times daily to say grace and eat what? Who knows? where was -Tony and Kid Shnaaz, Gimmel Cohen, Rabinowitz, Dan F., Otto, Andy Gump and the rest of the bunch. Acting on the impulse of the moment I gathered my hqlienchmen-Spike Mazor-that clean-cut young man- and Krivie and told them of my thoughts and immediate- ly we started spreadin' our stuff. We decided unanim- ously to take a trip around the U. S. and hunt up our classmates. We packed our neckties, socks and pa- jamas fexcept Spike-he wears overallsj and caught the first train East. We caught the Canarsie Limited, which makes only one stop and that is Worcester, Mass. Re- membering that Rabinowitz and Cohen lived in the ham- let we tried to locate them. While walking up the village highway Cthey had no street cars therel Spike got thirsty and he ,went into the bar room for a drink of liquid air. Almost. immediately we heard a shout and thought Spike got into one of his friendly arguments with some poor halfwit. We ran to his aid and lo and behold CSpike was hugging Rabinowitz 'enough to squeeze the false teeth out of his face.J So Rabinowitz had descended to the business of bartender, quite a dif- ference from that of orchardist which he had planned at school. We greeted him effusively and after a long talk he led us into the City Hall and there in the private office of the mayor sat Gimmel Cohen. He had carried the last elections by a 39 majority being supported by the Swedes and 'Irish. After a how.-de-do and a little talk we took

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202 THE GLEANER leave of Rabinowitz and Ginnnel and started for New York. On the way as we looked thru the car window we saw a big sign Epicurean Farms, Sam Fleischman, Gen. Manager, Branch No. 3, Greenwich Village, New York. Breeders of Holzberg COXVS-B6I'kl1l3.ll'S Hogs-JScham- bo Mules-Bulldogs-White Mice-Brown Owls. M'f'rs of Butter-Milk and Eggs. Mr. Ben Yulke, Ass't Breeder. There was no doubt in mind as to who the Sam Yulke and Ben Fleischman were-they were the only ones, the originals. We reached New York in safety and were getting off the train when who should grab our handbags but Solly Ullman. I stopped in my tracks and stared. It was he with the same old sleepy look. We got talking and reminding each other of the good times we had at our chicken and corn roasts and I felt sorry that the poor boy should have become a porter. But he was still the same old warm-blooded Hebrew so I gave him a job out in Cali- fornia where he could keep warm. We got into a taxi and as the driver stepped on the gas to take us to the Wallop and Pastem Hotel, we had to stop. A big cop opened the door and started to bawl us out. He looked and we looked and he looked, we looked again and then his jaw fell in surprise. Who was it-one guess folks. It was Lou Fox a cop. Instead of raising chickens on the farm. he was raising H-1 on B'way and 42nd St. He started to bawl us out but soon shut up when he saw who was in the taxi. Yeh! our taxi carried spare tires the two that were on the wheels in the air as we went around the corner. We arrived at the Wallopem and Pastem Hotel and walked into the brightly lighted lobby and towards the desk to register and there stood the old Pastanack Bros. Wallopem and Pastem, the famous dumbell boys. They stood behind the desk dressed to kill, looking like a bunch of dukes or butchers. Of course we got the best rooms. And as we entered the restaurant we heard The Crap Shooters Ball the latest Razz Song played on the violin and there was Schulster, the leader of the Fam- ous Black Boys Razz Band. We started yapping and soon I found out that Goldenbaum was manufacturer of bath tubs and rubber stoppers. Langer had by this time taken over his father's cigar business and was poisoning the populace with his 20 for 5c Cinco's. Krisher was still bootleggingg taking up this occupation after failing in the pursuit of agriculture. He sent me a bottle of the best varnish you ever tasted--3 years.ago. Zelanko was run-