Denby High School - Navigator Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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THROUGH THE PERISCOPE While down shopping for graduation this June, we slipped into our Sub-O and tried to enter Hudson's by one of the revolving doors . . , There was a slip, a crunch . . . Help! we were trapped. Sub- O's bustle had become ensnared in one of the treacherous doors . . . We were off in a giddy whirl . . . and time totters on, and on, and on, etc .... Reeling up the periscope, we found to our dis- may from a passing calendar that the date was June, 1950 . . . We were get- ting nowhere fast! . . . Just then the shoppin rush slackened . . . The door slowed gown to at least 90 miles per hour for the first time in 10 years . . . Sub-O shook and then with a mighty lunge we were free, free at least, back to civil- ization! Still dizzy from our wild ride, we wove down the aisle with the anchor dragging and periscope at half mast . . . We chugged up to what appeared to be a dummy and threw out the grappling hooks in order to steady ourselves . . . To our surprise, the figure moved and uttered a cry of pain . . . Horrors, it was BILL RASSCHAERT, President of Hud- son's, whom we immediately untangled with profuse apologies . . . As soon as he was free, Bill pulled his French Horn from his watch pocket and blew three mighty blasts to summon his body-guards, ART ULMER and JACK BOTT, who rushed up with loud cries of What is it. Chief, want someone bumped? Sub-O's danger detecting antenna quivered vio- lently . . . We were on a spot thereafter referred to as XJ . . . We seized the cord which controls our venetian-blind armor plate device. which immediately encased us in a shell of steel . . . We then ran up our flag of truce, which was, to our embarrassment, not white but tattle-tale gray, due to our failure to wash it in Shaeffer's Soft-Soap Suds. manufactured by none other than ROBERT SHAEF- FER, that tycoon of the Soft-Soap manu- facturers . . . They. however, recognized the sign and called for their telegraph operator, JOHN WOLNEWITZ. who tapped on our hull in Morse Code, Come out, come out, whoever you are . . . We cautiously crept out into the blinding light, out after ten years of darkness and despair, worry, and going in circles . . . Bill cried out, Why, it's the FOUR BELLES, girls, you were given up for lost . . . We have great news for you . . . You were graduated, post mortem. Ah, we were free at last, we repeat . . . Free . . . after ten years of darkness and des- nair, worry and going in circles . , . We were graduated! All this commotion attracted a large crowd of shoppers and clerks, who gath- ered about us shooting questions . , . Men from Mars? Germans landed in a submarine? and other equally idiotic con- clusions . . . Among the clerks we were surnrisf-d to recognize. MELVINA RICH- ARDSON, MADELYNN HUNTLEY, AUDRIE BUSH, BILL LASSMAN, VELMA TOMKE. MARION IGEL, and ALVIN EICHORST . . . We struggled into a crowded elevator, manned' by FRED LATHROP in person, and whip- ped up to the Toy Department on the 12th floor. There we saw G E R R Y LEAVITT, heading a herd of eleven little Lcavitts. All he kept saying was, Leavitt alone, Leavitt alone. We were escorted personally, by the Personnel Manager, ROBERT OPDYKE, to the train section, where we found ALEX HOSSACK, Chief Train Engineer, tied up in the most horrid train wreck in Hudson's Toyland history . . . We took a running leap onto the bannister and slid down to the mezzanine crying out, Hi, Yo, Sliver. There we noticed a large crowd gathered around some fam- ous author, autographing his latest work . . . Marching through the mob we found ourselves face to face with none other than that military genius of the age, THOMAS KEARNEY, who auto- matically handed us a copy of From Corn Crib to Colonel, his autobiography, autographed with a flourishing X , , . Among the milling multitude of fans we saw-MARJORIE C O O K, HAROLD BARBRET, LILY ECKBLOM, JEANNE LIZOTTE, LLOYD LOZON, THEL- MA PONTON, HELEN TRAYNOR, MARY MOATS, and ROY SIMPSON . . . We again boarded our faithful Sub-O and glided away amid clamors of Please autograph mine etc . . . There was a false step somewhere for before we could get our sea-legs back again, there was a rush of darkness, a swish, and we found ourselves emerging from the pack- age chute, clutched by none other than WALTER METTLER . . . The mail clerks crowded 'round . . . Surprise packages? Unhuh, not us! We were gingerly tossed from wrapper, BETTY ANN SIEGEL, to checker, VELMA HAVEN, from ROSE SAFRAN, to EUGENE DENNIS, truck driver. Escap- ing from his grasp, we switched into 'high and sped toward the city hall. ,As we whizzed by, we saw JOHN BARR, META DARGATZ, ALFRED GAS- PARY, VALERIE SPEED, and MADE- LINE FOES gazing entranced at a small figure on the flagpole . . , Crowding closer, we were informed by a large sign that it was RALPH SITTER, the last of the Flag-pole Sitters . . . Crossing the street we saw that the one time Sam's Cut-Rate was now Slivik's Slash Rate, and noticed these two moguls of high finance, RICHARD and JOE SLIVIK, with their feet on a gold- plated compination desk and soda foun- tain behind which stood three soda-jerk- ers, ROSE GIZZI, HELEN STEFFY, and MADELINE LINDER. Just then a terrific explosion shook. the city to its foundations and a caval- cade of fire trucks, headed by Fire Mar- shall, ROBERT NADEAU, that fearless fire-fighter, whirred by, headed for the Little Wonder Chemical Co. owned by JOHN HUNTER and ALEX RITCHIE, who had been conducting a great ex- periment flittle wonder it blew upl . . . We hooked onto the last truck, and drew up to the blazing inferno . . .Among the staunch fire-eaters who leaped down were, EUGENE PATTERSON, ROGER ZEOP, MICHAEL ROTA, ROBERT SPENELLA, and STEVE BRINCHECK . . . Suddenly, feeling a need for rest and quiet, we oozed over to the office of DAVID WILLIAMS, Psycho-analyst of note, where BARBARA BEDSOLE, MARIE BLECKMAN, SOPHIE JOHN- SON, JAMES CHIODINI, ADELAIDE SCOTT, JOHN McWATTERS, and ELWOOD SMITH were waiting their :urn in the reception room . . . Dr. Williams diagnosed our case as acute kleptomania and sent us on our way minus most of our monya . . . We left in a great hurry . . . Speeding down QCLASS PROPHECYJ Woodward Avenue with Police Commis- sioner DON WILLIAMS, heading our motorcycle escort, composed of AN- DREW KEISIC, WARREN THEIDT, JAMES PAYNE, FRANK SKRENT- NER and JAMES ALEXON . . . We heaved a sigh of relief and plunged into the Detroit River, drifting on down to that fair island retreat, Belle Isle. Com- ing up for a breath of .air, wel were almost scuttled by the Bob-Lo boat, whose Captain, PALMER TATTI salut- ed us as we submerged again. Among the crowd on the deck, we recognize GLADYS BERGESON, CATHERINE CLAUW, WILMA FOSTER, JACK CLOSS, ALBERT DUYCK, JUNE STRONSI, DON GATES, JEAN TOZ- ER PHYLLIS BUSHROE, and PAS- TELL HILL. As we glided into the canal, we changed our reversible Sub to its venetian gondola disguise, gave our deck-hand, ARTHUR GIES, his guitar. put a nickle in the slot and drifted along an Elie tune of Leaning on the Old Top al . As we passed the athletic field, we noticed it was a beehive of activity, sending up the periscope and propping anchor, we observed that this was the preliminary for the 1952 Olympics, which were to be held in Ashcania, a little dic- tatorship in Europe, run by BURTON ASHLEY, the little Hitler. As they whizzed by on the track, we indentified DON HOSSLER, All American Champ, BILL SHEAHAN, WILFRED GOLL, and ROBERT KARCHER . . . Feeling the need for a snack we cast off and steamed over to the new Chinese Pavil- ion and Chop-House . . . As we drew up to the bamboo landing, we saw a huge sign, Park your Junk here, 50 Cents per hour. We ran down into the hole and ran off several five dollar bills on our portable printing press . . . As the coolie in attendance, JOHN FUSTING, fanned us with his alm, we slipped him a hot tip, Goldfish in the fourth, 60 to 1 . . . And entered the Lousey Lotus Cafe . . . The food in this oriental clip-joint was so bad that we called for the manager. Fu Tu Yoo, who was carried out in a rickshaw by two slaves, RAYMOND DEFAUW and FRED HOLTER and as the curtains on this sedan car parted, we were amazed to recognize this accidental occidental to be the great star of the East, ROBERT WOJCINSKI . . . That evening, tucking Sub-O into its tux, we decided to go to a long-hair jam session at the Masonic Temple. The Temple was holding bank- nite and a double feature, Carmen and Sunken Valley Revenge, the former star- ring those great operatic favorites, ROB- ERT WOOD and KATHLEEN MUL- DOON, while the latter, a horse opera, featured Fearless DICK FLYNN, the cowboy idol of thousands, and his won- der horse Scramo, sponsored by BAR- TON CHRISTIE'S Crispy Crunchies, the Cereal of Champions, Among those who endorse it are, JAMES GRIMM, Tennis Star: NORBERT M A R T Z, Yankee pitcherg and BILL GILES, pro- fessional football player . . . We slowly slipped down the aisle and into our box seat and settled ourselves for the performance. As the curtain went up we spotted in the chorus of Carmen, FRANCES BEAUBIEN, ISABELLA

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K N O X , LILLIAN REICHMANN, B E T T Y SCHNEIDER, CLEOTHA WILLE and PATRICIA CALLAHAN . . . As the Matadors came praneing out onto the stage we discovered among them, SAM AUGULARD, ROBERT DRAKE, FORREST HAMPTON, and BERNARD VAN HUESDEN . . . In the horse opera we also identified sev' eral Denby graduates . . . the villian was HEINZ PIETSCHg the sheriff, STEPHEN ZURAWSKIg and members of his posse . . . ROBERT ARENS, KENNETH HONOLD, LAWRENCE MASSERANG, CHARLES SCHLITT, and SAM PALAZZOLO and that Annie Oakley of Paradise Pictures, MARJORIE STRONG K, . , After the performance, the Master of Ceremonies, ALEX BRYCE, drew the number of the lucky winner of bank'nite, MURIEL REP' PENHAGEN . . . Unchecking the Sub, we cruised over to the Statler to spend the night in the Presidential Suite . . . As we drew up, doorman ROBERT CROKE, put the snatch on the hatch and a bunch of bellhops, headed by MAU' RICE ELBODE, struggled with our car' pet bags, butterfly nets and crystal set and earphones . . . We were conducted to our rooms and settled down for the night . . . Dawn found us breakfasting early upon the luscious cuisine of AL RUGIROLE, head Chef . . . And so off for another hard day . . . We decid' ed to take a little jaunt into the country . . . Turning into a back road we no' 'Uiccd a prostrate figrue lying under a mighty elm, it was Farmer ARTHUR FINZEL! With a control board and a P.A. system at his elbow, he was direct' ing the labor of the peons cultivating Finzel's Freestone Oranges and Lem' ons. Watering the stock that morning were FRANK BOROWITZ, HAROLD GELLERT, ARTHUR KLATT, CYLDE LOUZON aid an unidentified man named Zeke . . . Leaving this peaceful rural scene, we travelled on down the road, catching occasional glimpses of scenery between billboards announcing the Frontiera Brothers, Benard and Buckley Circus, owned by TOM and FRANK FRONTIERA, ROBERT BE' NARD and ROBERT BUCKLEY . . . Arriving just in time for the big show, we hid Sub'O in the sawdust and en' tered the big top, followed by the per' suasive voice of JERRY SCHWEIZER, the barker . . , we found our seats be' side the ring and settled ourselves for the big show . . . Ringmaster, HARRY BELLOWS, announced that Daredevil WARREN DAVEY, the greatest tight rope walker of all time was about to go into his act . . . Following this, ED Muscles MURPHY, the strongest man alive, lifted a 20,000 pound weight with a beautiful girl on either end of it . . . These two beauties were ELEA' NOR BELPASH and DOLORES MA' ROWSKE . , , Next, amid the cheers of thousands, MYRON NOSANOV, that death defying lion tamer, went through 'his routine . . . As the grand finale ROBERT Pop'gun POLLACK, was shot out of a gigantic cannon . . . Leaving the big tent, we wended our way to the side shows . . . The first curiosity was LOUISE Mustache MENCH, the bearded lady . . . In the next booth was CHESTER FISHER. the sword swallowerg and in the next WILLIAM KOSTRZEWSKI, hatchet thrower and his assistant'stooge, THEL' MA BLACKBURN. In the last was FRANK LESTIENNE, fire ' eater . . . On the other side of the mid'way we were attracted to the booth of CON' NIE BAGWELL, and MARJORIE WATERS, super snake charmers who were enticing the slimy little creatures by a few hot licks on an oriental licorice wick . . . At the piext cubby 'hole people were pouring in, in droves, to see VIRGINIA FRANK's flea circus . . . From rags to riches, she started from scratch. The next attraction was Little Egypt, GENEVIEVE BACIK, who was making with the hips . . . Leaving the tan'bark, we embarked again in Sub'O for destinations unknown , . . Strapping on the water wings, we took off for New York . . . As we flew over Radio City, we dropped anchor and slid down the rope to Studio G, where JERRY KEGEL's Kickapoo Kids, sponsored b JOHN KAUFMANN's Kickapoo Kougll Syrup, were yodelling Shubcrt's Sera' nade . . . Slap'happy Granpappy, LEO KRAPP, was slapping a dog house as ANGELINE SAMIS, ALEX CAMP' BELL, LELAND GRAVES, ELIZA' BETH BOEHNKE, DOROTHY RIO' PELLE, and WANDA DAUBERT were harmonizing in mountain style . . . We shinnnied up the rope to Sub'O, and flew over to WALTER POULIOT's Picture Palace, which was showing MADELYN LEONARD's latest hit, Ten Dollars or Ten Days, starring GEORGE BERENT and NATHALIE CHEFFINS, directed by CHARLES ANDREWS, and musical score by, MER' RITT DITTMER . . . While across the street DON MITCHELL'S Still Going With the Wind was giving them com' petition. lfi Leaving the theatre, Sub'O was en' trapped in a traffic jam and was swept along to Carnegie Hall where LEE WINTERS, that great pianist was to give a recital , . . Appearing with this Paderewski of the piano was DORIS CHAMBERLAIN, prima ballerina . . . As we came out of the hall we climbed back i.1to our Sub and took a spin around the White Way . . . We stopped in at an exotic looking nite'spot, called the Sloppy Silver Slipper, run by that ex'gangster, RAY EICHBAUER . . . This club maintains the best looking chorus in the borough . . . Among the cuties were DOLORES SCHULTZ, DORTHY ROSE, MARJORIE ZIM' MERSCHIED, MARGARET MUN' TON, MARION STRONSKE, and MADELAINE BELANGER . . , The Master of Ceremonies, JOHN CAR' ROLL, went into his song and dance routine accompanied by SHIRLEY 'Bub' bles RASKEY, that famous bubble ballerina . . . Seated at tables near the new swing sensation, FLOYD BIGGS and his all girl band, composed of LOR' RAINE GIESELMAN, DORIS SHAF' FER, GERALDINE HOOPES, MARY KERN, PAULINE LEESE, GEOR' ETTE MEBUS, and MARIE McCAR' THY, were many notables . . . BAR' BARA Meatball McCAMMAN that famous cooking expert, FAYE BAR' LOW, dress designer, EDWIN FRANTZ, tap dancer extraordinary, and RAY' MOND GUILES, playboy of Broad' way . . . The girl harmony trio was made up of the three LANG girls, BEATRICE, LUCILLE, and NORMA. . . Stepping into our fish'net formals, we ventured out onto the dance floor . . . Immediately the stag line, namely HAR' OLD YOUNG, MELVIN PLACIDO, RUSSELL KLINKHAMMER and DON' ALD HORTON swept us out into the mad whirl . . . Here we saw profes' sional dancers BETTY HEIMBACH and ROBERT KRAUSE . . . Leaving the Slipper we gave Sub'O its head and were really going, when we heard a 'sir :non our port side . . . ,It iwas JAMES O'GRADY, one of New York's finest . . . We tried to explain, but he told' us to tell it to the judge, and dagged us down to Night Court . . . After appearing in the police line'up with JOYCE PEARCE, JEAN ADLER. WILLIAM FOUCHEY, KENNETH HOLTBY and Earl JORGENSON, we were ushered before LILLIAN PIO' TROWSKI, District Judge, and were duly locked up for the night . . f The Womens' Warden, who tucked us into our cells, was KATHLYN CZISCHKE . . . In the morning we were bailed out by the wealthy society leader, AUDREY BREY . . . Out of the .klink at last, we decided to tour the city . . . Hitching onto a sight seeing bus, driven by LEWIS HAYES, We switched off our perpetual motion mizchine, invented for us by JOHN METEER, the Rube Goldberg of Denby, and were drawn along in style . . . As we passed ith Avenue's exclusive shops, we noticed DELBERT FLOCKENClER's Style Shoppe . . . as the bus ,paused for,a red light, we entered this fashion center and met BLANCHE BEYER the best dressed woman in America, leaving in a chic new outfit, designed by RICH' ARD VOODRE, fashion expert, and made by those wizards of the needle, MARY JANE KUSCHEL, ELEANORE KUSMICZ, THERESA SCHOENSEE, MARGARET ROSSEEL, LILLIAN VI' SOSKY and VIRGINIA COLE. Among the prospective customers in the audi' ence watching the glamorous manne' quins, JEAN BOLES, ALICE HARPER, and BETTY LEE CRANE, were THELMA CORELL, RUTH SCAN' LON, ERWIN WEGERT, EARL YOUNG, ANNA REIMANN, CATH' ERINE OPALEWSKI, ESTELLA LA' BAERE and STANLEY SHEPHERD . . . Dashing out to resume our tour and incidentally grounding those ace stunt fliers and test pilots, HAROLD ZINK, GERALD LIST, DON LAITY, and HARRY URBANUS, who surpris' ingly enough, invited us to visit them at LOIS CURTIS's Emergency Airfieldg we found to our dismay that the bus and Sub'O were gone . . . Slithering up to a friendly policeman, who turned out to be ROBERT RUSH, we were informed that the Reckless Wrecking Company, owned and directed by that home'wreck' er DONNA COSTELLO, whose Stooges were DICK GOULD, WILLIAM GRA' HAM, DONALD FISHER and HAR' OLD MILLER, had scavanged Sub'O and dragged it down to their water' front level, was responsible for our de' graded position . . . Hopping the near' est taxi which was driven by GERALD LOZON and occupied by RUBY SCHULZ, M A R I E SPRINGHART, DORIS SYLVESTER, and HAZEL THORNTON, who were engaged in a friendly pinochle game, we sped on our way to the wharves, stopping only momentarily to buy an apple from JUANITA STIDHAM . . . Frantically inquiring as to the whereabouts of our Sub from stevedores VICTOR BOR' DEN, ARTHUR BLOCK, ALBERT CAIN, ORLAND HESS, and PAUL SMITH, we were directed to the foot of Bilge Street, where we rescued Sub' O, just in time from the hands of An' tique collectors SUSIE WAGERLY, and LEISELOTTE STROHMEIER, who were bidding under the impression that