Fairport High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Fairport, NY)

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24 THE HOUR GLASS The fourth juror was H. Donald Park, president of the United Collar Button Manufacturers of Fifth Avenue. Right behind him came Battling Dick Pow- ers, former heavyweight boxer. Next came 'fScarface Crichton, the greatest gang leader New York has had since the death of Harry Eldridge. One look from him, and even Chief of Police Clayton Brewster would turn pale and call for ice-water. Even his wife, form- erly Shirley Bower, didn't dare ask him where he had been when he came in after IO P. M. No one could understand how he got on the jury, but his accomplice, joe Trau, gave a wise smile as his chief stalked into the box. The next juror could hardly be recognized, he was so bent with age. How- ever, upon close examination, the features of Stanley Herrick could be distin- guished. He was once the greatest ball player of his time and a cheer went up as the old warrior sat down. judge I-Iannan stopped the next man and asked him his name. He was a very suspicious looking person, and at first would not answer. After being questioned the second time, however, he said his name was Irving Steubing. Are you the man who beat me playing golf the other day F roared the judge. Yes,,' said the poor man in front of him. Lock him up! his honor said to an officer standing near who was Charles Bridges. By the way, what does he do for a living ? The clerk looked in his book, then said: It says here that Irving Steubing digs ditches for the 'Fairbanks Engineering Company,' your honor. Is that company run by Wendall Fairbanks ? asked judge Hannan. Yes, replied the clerk. Why, I used to know him when he was a kid in school. Don't you remem- ber him? Sure, but who would have thought that he would be a great engineer! The next man to come before the judge was Arthur Watson. I-Ie was a movie star, and many feminine hearts fluttered as he looked at the audience. The next person was Alberta Gears, formerly Alberta Young of Fairport. She was followed by Florence Wood, who owned a doll hospital across from the court room. The last three jurors were Pearl Nicosia, who was formerly Pearl Rush, Doris Kelsey, who was editor of the city paper, and one whom we knew as Fern Jacobs, but who changed her name to Brewster. Call the first witness, ordered the judge. 'fThe first witness for the defense is Myra Thompson. Please take the oath, said the attorney for the defense, Gordon Williamis. Miss Thompson ascended to the witness chair. Do you know the defendant, Mr. William Packard ? asked Attorney VVil- liams. a Why, yes, I used to know him when we went to school together in Fairport. He was so meek that he wouldn't even kiss me when he came to call on me in those days. Why, I can't imagine him beating anybody up, she said. That will do. The next witness is Mildred Wood, said the attorney. What do you know about this man P I don't know anything about him, except that I live next door to him,

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THE HoUR GLASS 23 and all at our certain request and direction, drafted by Alberta Young and Gordon Williams, Attorneys-at-Law, Fairport High School Building, Fairport, New York. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, We have hereunto subscribed our name and set our seal on this twenty-second day of April, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine. QSEALD Signed: SENIORS OF 1929. ATT ESTATION: We, whose names are hereto susbcribed, do CERTIFY THAT, on this twenty-second day of April in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine, in the village of Fairport, New York, the above testators, Seniors of 1929, subscribed the foregoing instrument in our presence and in the presence of each of us, and at the same time they declare the instru- ment to be their LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT, and we, at their request and in the presence of them and each other, have signed our names hereto as attesting wit- nesses and furthermore we certify that at the time of subscribing the instrument, the said testators were of extremely sound mind and memory. Signed: JULIUS CAESAR, Ist Witness. GARY COOPER, 2nd Witness HERBERT HOOVER, 3rd Witness The Trial The scene was a crowded court room in New York City, in the year of 1955. An expectant hush fell over the crowd as the judge entered. He was an old man, but his hair had not yet turned gray. He towered above his companions, and his handsome face lit with pleasure as he recognized some of his friends in the audi- ence. This good man was judge Hannan, L.L.D., an old graduate of Fairport High School. The judge sat down, and called for order. What is the first case? he asked the clerk, Herbert Gazley, in his deep voice. lt is the case of the people against William Packard, your Honor, replied the clerk. What is the charge P He is charged with assault, third degree, upon his wife, formerly Irene Rain- bow. Call the jury, directed judge Hannan. Twelve true and upright people started to pass before the prosecuting attor- ney, who was none other than Harold Van Norman. The first juror was Paul Gears, the big bath tub manufacturer. He passed into the jury box, then came Emily Morrison. What is her occupation ? asked the prosecuting attorney, of the clerk. She is the famous doctor who discovered the use of radium to cure broken arches. Her sister, Margaret, assisted her in this great'work, was the reply. Next came the Honorable Charles Miller, former Ambassador to Afganastan, while Raymond Tolhurst was President of the United States.

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THE HoUR GLASS 25 where I run my beauty parlor, and I never saw him beat up his wife. Gentlemen of the jury, you can see that this man is innocent, said the attorney. At this moment the door of the court room opened and in walked two women. One was the wife of the judge and the other was the wife of the attorney for the defense. Before their marriage they had been Mary Pierce and Dorothy Carmer. The judge was very absent-minded, and when his wife approached him, he hit her with his gavel and kissed the desk. The case proceeded, however, in spite of this little interruption. The next witness called was for the State. His name was Theodore Apostal. 'lWhat do you know about this man ? asked the prosecuting attorney. I roomed with him once, about twenty-five years ago, when the Senior Class went to Washington. You remember how he acted there. Why, one night he didn't go to bed till half past nine. And, one day, about a week ago, he came in my ice cream parlor and drank down a whole glass of ginger ale. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Kathryn Gears and Iola Daily, the great musical comedy stars, were there, and it gave my place a bad name, said Mr. Apostal. The next person was Frances Clark, who worked for Theodore Apostal. Do you think this man would beat up his wife Fi' asked the attorney. I certainly do, said Miss Clark. You remember, don't you judge, how he used to act in History Class? Why, it was all poor Miss Pratt could do to make him behave. He was always pulling Eva Cornish's hair. Oh, yes, I remember. And what is Eva doing now F asked the judge. She is playing opposite Arthur Watson in the movies. You know she mar- ried his brother, Merrill, but they couldn't get along very well together, so they got a divorce, and now she is married to your prosecuting attorney, Harold Van- Norman. And you know Sam Nicosia. Well, he is a bootlegger now. And Al- bert Stolt is one of the best radio announcers in the country. Yes, I hear him on my radio, said judge Hannan. But, what happened to Carrie Buhlmann ? Oh, she married Harry Eldridge, and was killed in one of his gang wars. And you remember Bernice Horn. She is a professional dancer now. Arlene Rogers and Charlotte Sampson are playing saxaphones while she dances with Florence johnson. The judge was so interested that the prisoner escaped, and court was ad- journed. -WILBUR Foorx-:. Senior Travels Noises of all kinds could be heard at the Lehigh Station in Rochester on the morning of March 29th, 1929. This was the day that marked the departure of the Fairport Seniors for Washington. While the travelers were being neatly tagged and labeled, last minute warnings and farewells were given. Then, as the train screeched warningly, Pearl Rushis lusty voice cried out, Come on, Kids! Here's our coach. Once inside, our Seniors nobly demonstrated their power. They seized the train and it was theirs. All kinds of wardrobe containers were scattered about.