Fairport High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Fairport, NY)

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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.

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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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26 THE HQUR GLASS Kodaks, lunch boxes, candy, and playthings, took up the remaining room. So the travelers spent most of the time in the car aisles and in hanging out the doors. President Van Norman particularly enjoyed the Manchester coach. However, around twelve-thirty the mob became ravaged by hunger. The lunch boxes for perhaps young refrigerators is more suitablej were plundered. Along with his regular lunch, Albert Stolt particularly enjoyed a violet bedecked box of choco- lates which he found flying around loose. Cinder-tortured and sooty, at ten-thirty we arrived at the Union Station in Washington where we struggled to get into a bus to go to the hotel. Picking out a good bus and rushing it became quite a sport on all future trips. Our best rushers were perhaps three certain young ladies. Like proverbial sardines, we unpacked from the busses and made our way into the Annapolis Hotel. There was much screeching and laughing as unpack- ing began. The bath tubs did a rushing business. Soon, a charming atmosphere pervaded the entire hotel. Glimpses of checks, orchids, greens, pinks, oriental hues, and in fact, about every other color of the rainbow were to be seen Hitting to and fro in the corridors. A little roof party was impromptuly formed by some jubilant merry makers. Several pleasant visits took place between the young people and that gray-haired, line old man, 'fRichard, the Lion Hearted Qi. e. The House Dick',j. Saturday morning, after a few hours of blissful slumber, we started for Mount Vernon. Of course, it rained a little. We didn't mind for, we gritted our teeth on waffles out at Georgie's Place and smilingly patted ourselves on the back. We wished then and there that the father of his country could see the optimistic attitude of his children. That night the famous Swannee was rushed by all of the best foot-artists. Easter morning the travelers unwillingly arose. They craved rest but church must be visited. Irene Rainbow still wonders how she happened to be a guest of a church for colored people. In the afternoon, Myra Thompson was in the act of driving one of the busses to the Monastery when Mr. Thomas thoughtfully supplied another chauffeur to take her place. That evening, Alberta, Carrie, Helen, and a few others with their Hemlock escorts, visited Washington's gay white way. Certain gentlemen from Palmyra also visited some of our young ladies. The excellent service and comfort of various taxi companies was tested and not found wanting. 1 Monday and Tuesday were days of tours, shocks and exciting events. We were thrilled by the Capitol, the Smithsonian Institute, the Congressional Library, the Pan-American Building, and last but not least the Zoo-where the boys claimed they saw many likenesses of themselves. The two o'clock invader was an exciting event, the same as our complaints of disturbing knocks on the doors. Our cold creamed, wet sponged beds were tortures. But we certainly enjoyed those nightly for was it morninglyj visits to the drug store soda counter. Vtfednesday, we left for Baltimore. The entire day was spent in riding in sight-seeing buses. At lunch time, however, many gifts were taken and stored away with other souvenirs. For a supply of table service apply to Irv, Nat- ural, Dizz, Pearlie, Bertie, Carrie, or any other honest looking Senior. When we arrived at Philadelphia, Parce Hannan suffered from a sprained neck.