Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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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-

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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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THE GLEANER 203 ning a sanitarium for run down and nervous people and was doing a rushing business. Mike l+'rishkopf was hav- ing his ups and downs---he was running an elevator in the Woolworth Building. lle still has to rise to the pin- ochle of his success. Well we started for Philadelphia after a few days and arrived there safely. Going to the hotel in a taxi we had an accidentg our driver must have been asleep, because we hit a big beer truck and the next thing I knew I was hung on a lamp post with a tire on my neck and some- thing flying past memit looked like a man but no it was only Scootch Cirotti-that noisy little wop-the pride of Miss Churchman. Spike Mazor and Krivie were stretched on their backs and just coming to. Spike was brought back to consciousness by a drink of White Mule. He only fainted 18 times after that. Then he tried to stand up and thought he was standing, but he was laying down all the time. We gathered around Scootch and soon made him our guide to show us around the city. First stop was Seventh and the avenue where We found our friend Toby Gelles, a manager of prize tighters. Having such boys as Kid Ochesj' Kid Nebuch and Joe Leedes .qtnder his wing. Leedes out of his last 150 bouts won once. He is doing fine, Oh my yes! Gelles and Leedes were very much pleased to see us and immediately they ar- ranged for a big banquet to be attended by all our form- er classmates that lived around Philadelphia. At last the night of the banquet arrived and every- one was present-Leedes, Robbins, Kiesling, Cirotti, Ru- benstein Toffler, Gelles, Towner, Lew Fonash, Patsy Goldfield, Wenger, Blumer and Buddy Aukburg. We had a most wonderful reunion. lt reminded me of a breakfast we got one morning near graduation day at N. F. S. We swapped stories and in this way I learned what all the boys were doing. Robbins had his own farm near Chalfont and was raising cows , chickens, kids and everything. He had ab- ducted the beloved Jennie and had got hitched. He alf ways said two could live as cheaply as one. But he dosen't look it. Kiesling manufactured rubber balls. He became very successful because he had a good pull with the mayor. I-Ie had the highest bouncing balls in the country. Rubenstein was just finishing a history entitled. The Life of Mendel Bailess or the Cause and Effects of Rheumatismf' Toffler was'the sexton of Cohen's Reformed Church,