Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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62 fx, O 0 0 Class Prophecy Fellow Schoolmates : With your kind permission, which you will give by remaining seated, I shall attempt to prophesy the future for this energetic and illustrious group of young men and Women, which at present number 35J!2 atoms to the molecule, Jack Koch accounting for the other one-half. Of course it is understood everything that is said is spoken in fun al- though you all know many a true word has been spoken in jest. So ladies and gentlemen prepare for the Worst, but do not judge the members of our Class by this-as it may be worse. Imagine yourselves about 35 years hence as we travel on a tour of our famed city and its surrounding territory and learn of the t'ate of my former classmates. Time, June 3, 1970. I arrived last night and immediately went to my hotel, This morning I arise in anticipation of a day to be spent in visiting my former classmates. Being a little early for my breakfast, I pick up my morning paper -a copy of the Birdsboro Monopoly. It is Jack Koch's masterpiece of his journalistic powers. Jack has become quite a success in journalism and this paper is the result of his life's work. His average daily income is about one A.M. Also he takes a ten-mile hike each day to keep up the circulation. At present he is under the doctor's care who forbids him to drink water so as not to ruin his iron constitution. Jack has not changed with the exception of one thing-he now believes in love. He admits it for he is happily married to the former Miss Clara Freese. Yes well, it eventually gets them all. I finish my breakfast and begin my tour. Strolling down the Main Stem, I come upon a beautiful and Well-lighted furniture store. The win- dows are lavishly trimmed and decorated. This, I find, is the work of Stella Grenko. She has made quite a success of herself in the field of In- terior Decorating and is seriously thinking of going into business of her own. In gold letters on the front ofthe store I read the inscription The Komfy Furniture Kompany, Leo Orth, proprietor. I enter and exchange greetings with him. He is a portly gentleman, full of face which is wreathed in smiles. As I remember he always was smiling back in his High School days and he has never stopped. In his employment is Irwin Kenderdine as salesman and demonstrator. At present he is demonstrating the proper use at 11 P.M. of a nice com- fortable arm-chair, ably assisted by Helen Epler. Leo says lrwin is the best demonstrator to be found. Well, Irwin has certainly changed. Back in his High School days he was the most bashful member of the class. I continue my stroll, going south of Penn, and presently come upon a more sombre display. It is the Gallman Undertaking Establishment. CLASS OF 1935 THE OWL

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CLASS OF 1935 SUCCESS Success is not reached at a single bound, But We build the ladders by which we rise From lowly paths io a higher prize, For we mount to its summit round by round. YVe reach great heights by things beneath, By what we do, not what we receive, For only by doing can we achieve The will to vanquish failure and grief. lflach morning calls us to lifc, to light: VVith hope, aspirations and with trust WVe greet each day and say it must Bring success closer ere the night. But our hearts grow weary, sad, forlorn, The day holds naught but obstacles grim, The world at its best looks dark and dim, And ere the night our souls are tired and worn. NVe are but human and cannot Hy XVith wings as angels beyond the call Of earthly things. Each time we fall V.'e struggle up, hope, resolve anev and try. Success is not reached at a single hound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From lowly paths to a higher prize, For we mount to its summit round by round MARY I.ElNINGl'lli. 77... ...Q-4,10 KEEP SMILINC lJon't let troubles lnolcst you, Smile and chase them awayg liach cloud has a silver lining, You'll see it too some day. l7on't let your heart be heavy, Smile and don't feel blue, Remember that there is a Helper, And he'll take care of you. So smile, tho' your heart be aching, Don't let the world know you're throughg Keep your chin up, and head erect, And others will follow, too. OO APOLOGIES TO MARY LEININGER NVhile walking thru the halls one night, I saw a very sorry sightg A senior who is known to all IVas seated at the end of the hall. I will, she said, a poem complete Before I leave this very seat. And so, she started with a lineg Indeed, thc first one sounded fine. Her patience, it could not be beat, And really, folks, you missed a. treat, For tho' the first line was just right, The second one was sure a fright. .Xn English teacher passing by, Head it and heared a great big sigh. She said, Dear Mary, try againg That second line is not quite sane. Mary gripped her pencil tighter, Her eyes with tears looked so much brighter. Ah yes, 'tis sad, but oh, so true, Poetic genius comes to few. Time marched on, and close to ten I chanccd to pass her chair again, The tears were gone from her beautiful eyes, .Xnd she fiaid to mc, Surprise! Surprise. A paper she thrust right into my hand. Read it, she said, 'tyou'll say it's grand. Into the Year Book it surely will go, For it has sentiment, that much I know. Now, folks, you surely will agree That patience won, so hear my plea-- NVhen you see Mary, be politeg Tell her her poem sounded right. M.'XliY'S PUEM I've tried and tried to write a rhyme, Indeed, l've spent a lot of time Trying to write a word of praise To teachers who are in a daze. FTIIEI. V. Glt0I4'F. 0TIIl'lI.I.X SCHNAlSl'lI,. -A--0--e--- 6 QW THE owl. - m--..-.-.?

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CLASS OF 1935 iw i Y O O Henry is enjoying a good business and is kept quite busy burying the fish left over at a nearby market. I observed a number of beautiful hand-carved caskets on display and learned they are the handiwork of J. Austin Harple. Austin has stuck to his trade of woodworking and from his 'finished products I judge he has be- come a first-class mechanic. I did not see him as he was out gathering the bark from stray dogs, in order that he might have better material with which to Work. I never realized We had so skilled a worker in our class as Austin displays. While walking down Cotton Street, I meet Ethel Groff as she is about to enter the Kem-out Kwick Dental Laboratories, Where she is employed as a dental assistant. Ethel informs me she has learned enough of the den- tal trade to go into business for herself. During her spare time she is work- ing on her hobby-an experiment to change snow into bath salts for summer bathing. I hope she succeeds for what this country needs is a good five cent bath-salt. I proceed on my way, strolling toward Penn Street, trying to guess where I might find more of' my former class-mates. Asl near Penn Street my at- tention is attracted by the sound of someone singing. Who could be sing- ing so loudly on Penn Street this early in the morning? It is none other than Elmer Wolfe. Elmer is going about as a one-man glee club under the name of the Canned Uproar Co. He sings shortstop, says he can pick up the grounders better. When he has no engagements, he dusts the pianos at Wittich's. Now my attention is drawn to a crowd before the Court House. I de- cide to investigate. A clear, sweet, feminine voice is filling the ether waves. I recognize the voice as that of Mary Hannahoe. Mary is making her debut as a radio announcer. But what is she saying? Ah, she is announcing the Flight of the Bumble Bee, Bob Harris' own creation of a non-drop, stop, or bump airplane. He is making his maiden flight. Just now Mary is announcing his take-off. The crowd looks up into the heavens, they applaud, they shout, and then they groan. Bob has made a non-stop flight from the roof to the street. The BumbleeBee will not Buzz again. Tired of walking, I hail a taxi and tell the driver to take me to the newer section of Reading. Presently I come upon a beautiful group of marble buildings. They are large and inspiring structures. In large Gothic let- ters I read this inscription, University of Reading. Well , I exclaim, at last Reading has a first-class higher institution of learning. I scan its proportions and conclude that it makes the Castle on the Hill look like the little red school house of long ago. I decide to enter and inspect the new addition to our fair city. Upon entering the office whom do I find therein but Helen Toboleski in charge. Not having seen her since our high school days we hold a rather lengthy conversation. It is then that I learn several more of my former classmates are members of the faculty. THE OWL