Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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CLASS OF 1935 ob g S Given the freedom of the buildings I stroll down one of the great cor- ridors and I see a lovely lady dressed in white with a broad smile upon her face. By her smile I recognize her as our ever-smiling Tillie Schnable. She is the nurse and dietitian of this great institution. We exchange greet- ings and later I continue my tour of inspection. Stepping before a door opening into a large auditorium I see George Zager standing before a class of music-loving students. He is demostrating the proper way to sing The Man on the Flying Trapeze to his students. George has become successful in obtaining his place among the faculty as Director of Music and Art. Among his students I recognize Martin Sencer who is studying so that eventually he may merge with Elmer Wolfe and in so doing give the public something spectacular in the line of music. Agnes Kramer is the head of the Commercial department. She is kept busy teaching the ins and outs of Bookkeeping, but she says her big- gest job is trying to take a trial balance of her husband, George Zager. She says it can't be done, but I know she has the ability to accomplish it. Coming to the chemistry laboratories I find Phyllis Richards doing a finejob as 'flaboratory technician. Phil is ably assisted by Jacob Zager, another gift from our class to the world of science. 'They have united their scientific minds to benefit the public and are now Working on an experiment of trying to graft milk-weed to an egg-plant and getting custards. Com- pleting my inspection of this wonderful institution, I go on my way, feeling satisfied in meeting so many of my classmates. A short distance down the street I find Russell Moyer standing before his general store. I decide to make a purchase so I enter. While inside an elderly lady enters and inquires where they sell Corsets. Straight back, replies Russell, to which the lady says quite forcibly, No, straight frontf' From Russell I learn that I can find Leonard Souders in his office on Walnut Street. I go there. Doctor Souders has a card in his window which reads. See me before you are older, or you won't see at all. But the lovely woman in Len's office has me dumb struck. Can it be his Wife? I find it is none other than Mary Leininger. Molly is his nurse and does she draw the trade. True to form Mary, who is Mrs. Al. Lord in ,private life, is the same quiet and dignified personality. From Leonard I also learn that Edna Troutman is the head office girl at Freihoferls Bakery. Well, she always wanted to be in the dough so here's hoping she can stay there. The day is drawing to a close and I turn my footsteps homeward. But it isn't long before I meet Hannah Stewart out buying the victuals for her family's supper. Hannah has chosen matrimony as her lifes work. During the course of our conversation nothing amazes me more than that John Stofko has entered the ministry. His golden rule to parishoners is not to do as he does but as he tells them. He says his prayers once a year-on New Yearls day. The rest of the year he says ditto. SVI llvl III-IE GWWL

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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

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CLASS OF 1935 OO 0 While chatting with Hannah, I recognize Hans Weiser as he is re- turning from his day's labor. He tells me he is the chief mechanical engi- neer for the Textile Machine Works. I always was sure Hans would suceeed. From him I also learn that Hugo Junghenn is his assistant. As an addititional source of income they have gone into the meat-packing business, that of making sausages from evaporated sawdust, much to the disgust of the public. 1 He also told me of the sad case of Anthony Zaffiro and if you have tears to shed, prepare to shed them now. This is the way Anthony has it now. Forward the Light Brigade, Charge for the dishes, she says. And this is what Anthony says: Dishes to the right of me, Dishes to the left ot me, Dishes in front of me, Have to be washed. Upon learning of Anthony's fte I feel rather down hearted and decide I learned enough concerning my fellow class-mates for I am afraid I could not stand many more discoveries of this type. I again resume my homeward way when I come upon a wholesale 'pharmacy supply house. Helen Nicholson is the proprietor, being also the general manager, office force, saleslady, and delivery-clerk. It is now necessary that I hasten to my hotel and decide to do so but whom should I meet but Mildred Goeltz. She has quite a financial found- ation. It happens she lives over the Berks County Trust Company. Mill is chief bookkeeper for the U. O. Us Gas company. She says if the price of gas goes any higher a poor man w0n't be able to afford to commit suicide if he so desired. From her I also learn of more of my classmates. Marie Greth is keep- ing the home fires burning cheerily, even as she did while attending Even- ing High. Fred Ely is likewise continuing his pleasant cruise on the sea of matrimony upon which he embarked before joining our class. I hear he is a member of the Leesport Hose Co. No. 1, an able institution for darning socks. Exchanging our salutations I continue on my way to my hotel and she to her apartment. In order to be able to have dinner and pack my bag be- fore train time, for I am leaving tonight, I hailed a taxi. The driver pro- mised to drive me through the western section of Reading and still give me time to get ready. I acceded to his request, I find that Reading 'has cer- tainly grown. West Reading, Wyomissing, and West Lawn are now a part of Reading. The driver tells me the population is now well over 800,000 people. I was astounded to hear my home city had grown so large. Near- ing the end of my journey I spied a large white structure. I was informed that it was a hospital and that Wayne Reber was the doctor in charge. THE OWL