Detroit Country Day School - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Birmingham, MI)

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'WSWLWDW AWIW WIWW?DWIWWI IWWWillfillflillnilif ilffiillfiilifiillflilliIW WAWN'i?lWlW'lW Senior Class Prophecy Editor of Blue and Gold Detroit Country Day School Detroit, Michigan ' Dear Mr. Editor: After many months of research about the country, we managed to find the fates, happy and otherwise, of the class of 1934. This class has done some unusual things, but you must remember that it was a very unusual class. Voici-the lowdown. Harry Nederlander Was found attempting to raise money so that his Follies of 1934 could break forth in a gala opening. Yesterday he was seen-a big bouncer on each arm-being escorted unceremonious- ly from the offices of the Metropolitan Opera Company, sputtering in- dignantly, Wait a minute now, wait a minute. You can't do this. As he disappeared through the massive door way, he was heard to say, Oh, Well, What's the difference. ' Old Man Stephenson, head of the National Temperance League of A1nerica, I found seated in his spacious office on the top floor of the Stroh Building. He was busy mapping an extensive program for the return of prohibition. In the midst of our conversation he Wheeled in his chair and spat vehemently into a silver plated spittoon, which was placed at the opposite side of the room. Our chat was over then and there because he suddenly remembered that his wife had told him to be home at one o'clock so that he might take Fifi, the dog, for a nice long Walk in the park. The other day While I was looking over the entries for the Gov- ernor's handicap at the Detroit Fair Grounds race track, I looked up to see a nattily dressed young man in a checked suit. He was gazing with very evident admiration at a beautiful filly who was standing before her stall. Above the stall was a sign which read, Kitty Sue, of the George E. Gagnier, Jr., Stables. The young man turned his face toward me. It was none other than George himself. A horn sounded. Post time had come. He gave the handlers their parting instructions. We had a talk while the thoroughbreds were being led about the pad- dock. George looked over the field carefully, and at the last possible moment rushed to the betting machines, where he bet five hundred dollars on Kitty Sue to win. We got back to the track just in time to see them off. She was listed at twenty to one. My friend's spirits !f!k'l1!l'!1!X',1'g!.!f?l!!!!S. .XMIM !1ilUrlU12X!,.Is:X fskflvlflfrll flwfflk' !EW!!lwlllkglllwllw!lM!l,',l!lk'llPulllwlllwjllkgllll. Page Twenty-tive

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