East High School - Exodus Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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January ’44 DOROTHEA DOC SWIRSKO 1233 East 81 Street National Honor, Sgt.-at-Arms Athenaeum, Laurean, Sr. Revue Script Chmn., Health Commit- tee Asst., Class Prophet, Com- mencement Comm. GEORGE TRAUB 1911 East 90 Street Victory Corps, 12A Mixer Comm., French Club, Student Council, Math Club MARTHA WALLY WALDRUP 2029 East 89 Street National Honor, H. R. Sec., Whirlo, Athenaeum, Laurean, Inter-Nos, Sr. Revue, H. R. Sports VIVIAN VIV WALTERS 1358 Giddings Road Student Council, Sr. Revue DELMA DEL ZENOBI 2272 Murray Hill Road Sr. Revue, Tea Room, H. R. Of- ficer EXODUS BONIVERE BONNIE WATTERS 6305 Linwood Avenue National Honor, Athenaeum, Sec. Laurean, 12B Class Treas., H. R. Chmn., Blue and Gold, Orchestra, Marching Band, Sr. Revue, Bank Bookkeeper, Flute Trio, Woodwind Quintet, Of- fice Assistant GLORIA WESTIE WEST 1539 East 82 Street Capt. H. R. Sports, Sr. Revue, Whirlo, Riding GORDON WHITNEY 9410 Edmunds Avenue Inter Nos, H. R. Officer, Choral Club, Operetta (Work finished at Kenyon College) CONSTANCE HELYN ZARKO Strongsville, Ohio H. R. Officer, Bookery JOHN CARROT TOP LOKAR 6001 Dibble Avenue Hall Guard 17

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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

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EXODUS January ’44 CLASS PROPHECY (Continued) I gazed at some more clippings. There was one on Mae Babcox, the draftswoman, who had done outstanding work during the war,. . .The face of Ruth Cook smiled at me from some clippings on aviation which stated that her work had added greatly to the war effort. Eleanor was talking on the phone, “Oh, Beverly Dame? How are you? You re going to sing the lead in ‘Carmen’ for the Metropolitan? Haven’t seen George? Well, thanks a lot. Good-bye.” Robert crossed more names off the list. “Well, let’s be systematic,” said Anne Fenton. “What names do you have left. Robert read off, “Lillian Butler.” “Oh, she’s a public stenographer on a luxury liner between New York and Rio. She’s half-way down the South American coast by new, so she couldn’t possibly have seen George within the past four or five days,” 1 said. “I think I ought to tell you that—” Robert gave me a cold look and continued reading, “Jane Curie, Cora Hulbert—” “Cora called us for the girls who belong to the Hough elementary school P.-T. A. jane Curie belongs; she has twins. Alice Sherry is married and has a little girl, and then there’s Helyn Zarko. She belongs to the P.-T. A, too, and has four children, all boys. They said they haven’t seen George since graduation time,” Eleanor stated. “Here,” said Anne Fenton, “is a special delivery letter from Margaret Koprek, the county agent for Huron county’s farmers. She says that while she hasn’t seen George, she has seen Ernie Santora, coach of the Ohio State Buckeyes He hasn’t had a winning team for two years, but he keeps on hoping.” The telephone rang for the fiftieth time, and Robert answered. “Oh, Marillyn Bolton? Good. . .Composed any new flute solos? Oh, you’re calling from Severance Hall and Gordon Whitney wants you to tell us ditto. . . .playing his own concerto at the concert next week. Well, we’ll all get tickets to hear Gordon tickle the ivories. You bet! So long.” When the telephone rang again, I answered it. “Ruth Sengebusch? Sure, I remember you. At Halle’s advertising department? How nice. And Almira Svatek is a buyer there? Arlene Pearson works in the Credit Office? Hmmm, do you suppose you could fix up some' credit for me? Ruth Phillips is a model there? And not even ONE of you has seen George? Thanks a lot, so long.” “Ed Smith has a dance instruction studio now,” staled Eleanor. “He phoned us be- tween teaching sessions of'his newest dance creation, the ‘Smith Shuffle.’ ” “What about Genevieve Pello?” I queried. “She had the funniest ambition of all; she wanted to be happy and successful.” “Genevieve,” supplied Eleanor, “works for us on the Press. She writes the advice to the lovelorn column. Now she tells other people how to be happy.” “That,” said Robert Clark gloomily, “includes everybody, except Robert Mertz. In every town that I have visited in my F. B. I. quests, I have seen the nut shops which he oper- ates. That slogan ‘Nertz from Mertz' is really sweeping the country.” During the brief quiet which followed, I managed to comment, “I’ve been trying to tell you all along that George came in to see me about that class reunion. Then when we had settled that, he went fishing with Mertz. There’s no mystery; George’s wife and six kiddies just don’t like to see him go fishing, so he has to sneak away!” Oh, how I wish that all the nurses from our class had been there just then! Everybody fainted and I quietly left, closing the door behind me. IS