East High School - Exodus Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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January ‘44 EXODUS JEAN “TINY” REX 1613 East 78 Street LORRAINE “LORRY” RUNYON 4417 Superior Avenue Victory Corps PATRICIA “PATTIE” RYAN 1 643 East 40 Street Athenaeum, Laurean, F. N. L. Club. Inter Nos Treas., Fenc- ing Club, Chemistry Club, Vic- tory Corps ARTHUR “SEAHAC” SAHACIAN 1423 East 51 Street “Hi-Y,” Orchestra ERNEST “HONEY” SANTORA 995 Ansel Road Football Capt., Vice-pres, “Hi- Y,“ Prom Co-Chairman, H. R. Officer, H. R. Sports MICKELINA “MICKEY” SCATA 2110 East 125 Street Senior Revue, Riding, Tea Room GERALD “SCOTTIE” SCOTT 2057 East 88 Street “Hi-Y,” Sr. Revue, Choral Club, Glee Club, Sr. Ensemble, Oper- etta RUTH JEAN SENGEBUSCH I 404 East 1 05 Street Sr. Revue, Commercial Club, H. R. Officer, Exodus ALICE JANE SHERRY 10410 Pierpont Avenue H. R. Sports, Glee Club, Blue and Gold RITA “SQUEETZ” SIEFERD 562 East 1 1 4 Street Sr. Revue Ticket Comm., Vic- tory Corps EDWARD “SMITTY” SMITH 9105 Blaine Avenue Marching Band, H. R. Sports DOROTHY “DOTTIE” SVELC 6708 Edna Avenue Athenaeum, H. R. Secretary, F. N. L. Club 15

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EXODUS January ’44 CASE OF THE MISSING MUNITIONS MANUFACTURER (TIME 1951 ) By Dorothea Swirsko I opened the door marked “Editor’’ and slipped into the office of the editor at the Cleveland Press. The weary, red-haired girl sitting at the desk I easily recognized as Eleanor Capped. She was talking earnestly to Ann Haggerty, who holds the same position at the Cleveland News. I greeted them briefly and they nodded to me and continued poring over the long lists in their hands and at the front page of a five-day-old newspaper from which glared the head- lines, “Munitions Manufacturer Missing Three Days.” The item beneath told that George Traub was missing and that it was feared he had met with violence. The cooperation of the public, and especially the members of the graduating class of East High School of Cleveland, Ohio, in January, 1944, was sought in establishing his whereabouts. This information would greatly aid in tracking down his kidnappers. Il was stated by his family that he had mut- tered something about “going to see a classmate about a reunion.” All information was to be reported to the Cleveland Press. “Say, Eleanor,” I said, “is that the kid in chemistry lab who was always blowing up the place?” “This item refers to George Traub, the munitions manufacturer, who invented all those deadly explosives used during the last war,” they replied coldly. “Well —” I began, but was interrupted. “Read the list of names,” Eleanor demanded.. . “We’re getting responses from lots of the members of the class in answer to this item carried by the Associated Press throughout the nation. The telephone shrilled, and Eleanor eagerly answered it. “New York calling? .Oh, hello, Zora!. . .you haven’t heard from George? How’s the new play? That sounds good. So long.” She turned to us and smiled.. “That was Zo'a Borovac, the Broadway star. Her latest play has run six months in New York. “Ann, I wanted to tell you—” I offered weakly when the door opened and Lois Lang- land, the office girl, walked in and deposited some telegrams on the desk. Eleanor read them aloud, “IN PERU EXPLORING RUINS BUT HAVE NOT SEEN GEORGE. MARjORIE GAI- TANIS AND DORIS BOOP” and “HAVE NOT SEEN GEORGE SINCE GRADUATION. EILEEN HOLLIDAY, 1st LT. ARMY NURSE CORPS, HONOLULU, HAWAII.” “How do you suppose they heard about George?” queried Ann. “It seems hard to believe that he’s gone, no one seems to know where. George is important, you know.” Our next caller, Gloria Joseph, swept in regally as befitted a Director of a School of Nursing. “Well,” she said. “I’ve come to report for my girls at University Hospitals. Lois Batten, L.ois Beynon, Marilyn Bristol, Kathleen Croke, Janice Gavan, Cyrille Kohn, Dorothy Lockwood, Pat Ryan and Delma Zenobi all say they haven’t seen George since we graduated seven years ago. They’re all nurses at University Hospitals where Carol Brandt is our chemist. Marian Crandall, our occupational therapist, and Mary Galvin, our psychiatrist, both said ‘No’ when i asked if they had seen George. Oh, yes, I nearly forgot; Martha Waldrup, our personnel director, said to tell you she hasn’t seen George for three years. I’m late for a meeting now, so I’ll have to scurry off,” she finished, leaving breathlessly. M

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EXODUS January 44 CLASS PROPHECY (Continued) Ann read a letter from Lorraine Runyon’s mother. It stated that Lorraine was doing missionary work in Madagascar and that it was doubtful that she had seen George recently. “Well, let me tell you about—” I started again. “Dorothea, will you please stop interrupting! If you want to talk about past history, look at all these clippings I have collected in my scrapbook about our class. There are also some clippings on what our classmates did in the War.” I eagerly thumbed through the book. There was a clipping about Anna Mae Lohman, who had ferried bombers to England. “Gee, the air corps uniforms looked wonderfully well on Bill McGraw, Robert Edwards and Albert Lancaster! Bill's a bank manager now, and Albert is a transport pilot. Here’s Gerald Scott, who got the D. S. C. for bagging 129 Japanese planes! Here’s Robert Clarke in the Air corps; he-took Sinatra’s place after the War. Dick McSween and Santo Regalbuto got their wings without any trouble in the Navy. Dick’s an electrical engineer in Cleveland now. Ann offered calmly, “Yes, we all know that, and we've heard from our two WAVES, too. They were Mickelina Scata and Rita Sieferd.” “Now, see here, Ann and Eleanor, let me tell you—’’ i said belligerently. “Yes, we know, Dorothea, you’re a biological chemist, and you haven’t seen George either,” chorused Ann and Eleanor. Eleanor picked up a letter. “Here’s d note from the WHITE COLLAR WORKERS’ CLUB OF CLEVELAND. It includes Irene Nocente, Dorothy Svelc, Bonivere Watters and Pauline Lembo, now stenographers, and Mary Regas, an accountant. They’re sorry but George is a thing of the past tense to them, too.” I continued looking at the clippings. There was one about women in war industry. I recognized one picture as that of Edith Lucic, riveter. There was another of Florence Holo- winko. Both had set production figures at a new high and had been singled out as shining examples of Women’s fine record in industry during the War. Both were now important members of labor unions in the city. The door flew open and in burst an alert-appearing young man. “Robert!” we cried joyfully, for it was Robert Clark, the F. B.. i.’s detecting genius. With him was Anne Fen- ton, Congresswoman from Ohio. “She had to make a speech, and so we flew in together,” Robert said, indicating Anne. “What information have you got for me?” asked Robert, wanting to get down to business immediately. The office girl stuck her head in the door and announced: “Mr. Erwin Hufen- bach.” Erwin was top theatre man in Cleveland and had all the Broadway shows stopping at his theatre. He handled most of the affairs of the theatrical people in Cleveland or those passing through. “Came in to report for some of my troupers,” he announced. “Vivian Mady and Eleanor Eadie are playing in an operetta which is here this week. Neither I nor they have seen George for seven years. Josephine Grasso designs most of our scenery for us now, and John Lokar, the famous hypnotist, appears on our stage annually at Christmas time to please the kiddies. Art Sahagian, the advertising man, stopped by to see me. Neither he nor Vivian Walters, the John Powers model, have seen George. The same is true for Edward Moore, my program printer, and Gloria West, who runs an advertising agency in Chicago,” he concluded. The telephone rang again. This time Ann answered, “Cleveland Press... Oh, Gloria, again. .Martha Fatica,, Rose George, Jean Rex — all medical social workers at the hospital? All right, we'll cross ’em off our list.” 16