Dinuba High School - Delphic Echoes Yearbook (Dinuba, CA)

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ar Q DELPHlC ECHOES 1932 that his head manager was Miss Rice. Aubrey said that Helen had her way in managing except for one thing. He refused to let the serving girls wear bandana dresses. After resting a while, I went to the office of my old friend Jude Hughes who has made millions designing dresses with slender lines for stout women. Gladys Boghosian is work- ing for Miss Hughes. Jude told me that Bonnie, Burum had shown much promise both in sports and the musical world. She was a member of the team that won the Davis Cup match. By the way, Erwin Hofer has re- tired as a successful musician. Leaving Paris I went to England, where in a small town, I found Mrs. Leonard Vose, who will be remembered as Eunice Andrews. She was at the height of her glory teaching in a small country school. Leonard Vose is just a farmer trying to keep up with his school teaching spouse, Eunice. 1 happened to buy a London Times as I got off my train and found that it was edited by John Kidwell and Stanley Campbell. Some paper it was! In it I read the surprising fact that Vernon Martin was understudy of European scientists. They are trying to find out why it is that no amount of attention from the world's most beautiful women affect his emotions. I turned to the society page and found that Virginia Olson was hostess to a great number of friends at her country home. She recently an- nounced her engagement to the Crown Prince of Sweden. In London I also found James Chick. James was there as a represenative of the Wrigley Chewing Gum Com- pany. He was running a school for teaching the Englishmen to chew gum correctly. While in London I visited a theater, and who should I find starring in Old Shoes for Sale, but Phyllis Franzke. I later learned she was taking the place of Marie Dressler in Paramount. A friend took me to the races in the afternoon, and I was indeed surprised to find that the champion speed king was Ernest Oliver. I went to see him after the races, and he told me that our classmate, Rolland Gulley, was the people's candidate for congress, He is runinng on the platform of the S. P. depot at present. In Italy I found Bob Eaton with his traveling Wild West Show. Bob said he had made a big hit in Italy, for they had taken him for a descend- ant of the Romans. Bob's chief musi- cian was Lewis Mitchell. And by the way, Lucile Foth is also in Italy but no one knows where. Lu- cile became famous overnight as a newspaper woman, and modest girl that she is, could not stand the popu- larity and has been hiding ever since. However, my friend Geneva Steves is even a greater newspaper woman. She is working for the New York Times, and recently got a by-line and a raise on her scoop story of the Fairbank murder. Lois Crump is also on the New York Times as feature editor. She got the job through Kathleen Morris, her personal friend. Cornella Gillen and Peggy Green have become famous since writing the Scotch National Anthem Let the rest of the World Go Buy. Oh, I forgot to say I met Brad- ford Brooks on the boat coming back. He worked for the company. He has shown much promise as chief port hole closer. I went into a little dress shop in New York, and found my tall willowy friend, Helen Watrous modeling the dresses. She just recently won a beauty contest sponsored by the Car- rot and Red Tomato company. In the exclusive make-up store next door I found Marie Wipf. She is a demonstrator for the Max Factors Company and just recently bought a