Dover High School - Tiger Yearbook (Dover, NJ)

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1926 THE TIGER 1926 Next to the car was a large building with these words on the window, “Shongum Bowling Alley for Women Only.” I went inside and to my amazement I recognized Mary Lowe as the Proprietress. I wandered on a little further and I saw Gertrude Troxler sitting in the County Superintendent’s office at Morristown. Why she is Dr. IIul-sart’s private secretary! Soon I noticed a blond young man driving a Dodge Truck; the letters on the side informed me that it belonged to Berry and Best’s Hardware. As I looked closer I recognized the face of my old friend Theodore Best. Suddenly I found myself transported from Dover to the middle of Broadway. In blazing head lights over the Metropolitan Opera House, Mile. Margaretta Alperizona’s name appeared. It sounded strangely familiar and as I gazed upon the stately figure of the star I recognized “Peg” Alpers. Gradually the bright lights of Broadway faded and in its place appeared the bonnie hills of Dundee. I noticed a Scotch Highland laddie and lassie walking arm in arm. The lassie’s face was unfamiliar but as I leaned closer the laddie’s face bore a startling resemblance to our classmate, Archie Craig. From thence I sailed across the raging currents of the English Channel and landed safely in “Gay Parse.” I noticed a large crowd collected in front of an exclusive hotel and I pushed my way toward the front. To my amazement the figure of a beautiful Parisian danseuse met my eyes. Grasping the arm of the nearest by-stander 1 recognized the face of Arabella Naylor. This shock was too much for my nervous system and I determined to return to America immediately by the recently established air route. As I stepped aboard the aeroplane I recognized Allen and Isadore Cohn as the Pilots of Cohn and Cohn Transatlantic Air Service! Arriving in Washington I heard a clamor at the Capitol. Soon I learned that a new Speaker had been elected to the House of Representatives and I heard the cries, “Apgar, hurrah for Apgar.” As I live it was my old chum Mary Francis! Looking down the street I noticed a sign, “Harris and Doyle, Ladies’ and Gents’ Furnishings,” and I entered and purchased a necktie from,— whom do you suppose? Yes! it was Gordon Harris! I then went to the Ladies’ Department to purchase a scarf and the pretty little lady who waited on me was no other than Marjorie Doyle. Everywhere I went I heard people talking of the wonderful new swimming pool erected by the famous architects, Nixon and Deck who were graduated with me from dear old Dover High School. We were told it was impossible for us to take a dip as the President was taking his daily instruction from the Olympic Champion, Evelyn Hiler. I was then informed that the “First Lady of the Land” was being fitted for a gown by Mme. Hila Fitch. Hila had risen to the height of designing garments for the Elite. Departing from the White House grounds I was horrified by the shrieks and groans of some soul in agony. Looking first left and then right I finally spied the sign, “Dr. Warren Andrews, Painless Dentist” and I noticed two feet waving through the office window. Immediately I recog- Page 22

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1926 .:. THE TIGER 1926 •♦4H Class |Jmphecu- CIass 1926 T WAS a dark night. Not a star could be seen in the heavens. Thru the deathly silence I moved along over the lonely Rockaway Moors. Even the sound of the wind was greatly magnified to my ears. Stealthily onward I crept, fearing every moment that I would see some terrible shape blocking my way. Suddenly a shrill cry as of insane laughter broke the stillness of the night. My hair rose on end and for a moment I stood rooted to the spot fearing to hear footsteps approaching. Then the cry rang out again and, fearfully peering into the utter blackness before me, I perceived a dim light. I resolutely gathered courage and advanced nearer the cavern from which the light streamed. Arriving there I stood frozen with horror at the sight which met my eyes. Around a dying fire I saw three evil looking old hags. One of these was slowly stirring a boiling caldron with a large bone. The vapor arising from this caldron seemed to put me into a daze. Leaning forward to get a better view I stepped upon a dry twig which broke with a snap. The hags started and I preceiving that retreat was impossible decided to advance and enter the cave boldly. 1 did so and they sat down as if they had been expecting my arrival. The hag who had been stirring the potion motioned me to a large stone near the fire. After I was seated she inquired in a deep sepulchral tone the reason for my visit. I replied truthfully enough that I had been seeking the Rockaway Sibyl. The three grinned, showing their long pointed teeth which gave them an appearance of wolves. The leader of the three said. “I am she. Why do you seek me?” Controlling my chattering teeth I managed to blurt out, “I wish to leam the fate of my classmates from whom I am about to part,—perhaps never to meet again.” The Sibyl slowly rose, picked up the bone and motioned for me to look into the caldron. As I gazed into the seething depths, consciousness passed from me. Upon recovering my senses I found myself upon a road, on the side of which was a sign post bearing the following words: “TO THE FUTURE” Feeling plenty of money in my pockets, apparently placed there by the hags, I hurried eagerly up the road, not knowing where it would lead and little thinking of the countries I should soon visit. The first building worthy of my notice was a large lunch car. It was managed by George Slater now a man of advanced years. He could now stow away food to his heart’s content. Page 21

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THE TIGER 1926 — 1926 nized the dainty little feet of Jack Crowley and realized that he was the patient who was suffering well-deserved punishment. Next, I journeyed to Chicago in order to see my old classmate Robert Andrews who was now a stern judge imposing harsh sentences upon criminals. Passing down Michigan Boulevard I noticed a spacious Beauty Parlor. As I gazed through the window I could see one of the attendents giving a marcel. The face looked familar. Why yes!—it was Hazel Rusch. Upon my return to my hotel I found awaiting me a telegram from the Mayor of Boston, Gertrude Becker inviting me to attend the trial of the two notorious gunman, Louis Petrie—“Two-gun Pete” and Thomas McCarthy—“Cut-throat Tom”, whose capture was due to undying efforts of Chief-of-Police, Mildred Best. 1 accepted the invitation and immediately left for Boston. While in Boston I decided that I should like to visit Harvard University. As I wandered through the spacious halls I read the names of two of my old classmates who graduated with high honors, “Bert” Fabbro and “Tony” Popelka. Passing one of the class rooms I heard the stern voice of an Economics Professor. 1 remembered that loud voice that once was so familiar in my ears, that of Mary Briant. All my life it had been one of my keenest desires to visit China. At this time having no obligations keeping me in the country I determined to gratify that desire. The trip was uneventful, nothing of interest occuring until I arrived at Peking. Addressing the most intelligent person in sight who happened to be a traffic policeman, I inquired the way to a hotel. To my profound surprise this traffic policeman in far distant China was no other than Herman Lubetkin. Upon reaching the hotel I gave my luggage to the nearest bellhop. Looking more closely I saw that it was Elroy Cole. I was about to ascend to my room when from the reception hall I heard the familiar strains of Lohengrin. It attracted my curiosity so I followed the crowd till 1 heard the deep tones of a minister; amazed I recognized Ernest Lawrence from dear old D. H. S. uniting in holy matrimony Gertrude Fisk and Leo Trenberth. Wandering forth in alluring China I chanced upon an American missionary Society, and to my surprise it was headed by Mary Mendel. My eye caught two figures apparently two heathen Chinese whom Mary was striving to convert. As I drew closer I had a sickening feeling. They were none other than two of my old classmates, Dick Vreeland and Milton Van Horn. Upon my return to the hotel I noticed a new-comer had arrived, a famous American interpretive dancer, who had come to China to study their dances. It was Hazel Shaner. Looking out of my window I noticed a very large “A. P.” Store. Feeling homesick I went over and found it was managed by Sara Fralick and Elinor Eckhart. The next evening having received an invitation to dine at the American Embassy, I motored over in high spirits. My evening was perfect, as my host was Gordon Symonds who was assisted in entertaining by his charming secretary Mavis Northey. After a two-months sojourn in China I returned to U. S. A. I was greeted by a custom’s officer, Lloyd Cummings who searched my baggage Page 23