Gainesville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Gainesville, GA)

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of the plane, we decided to find that pilot and congratulate him on his calrn management during the storm. We soon found him and discovered that our pilot was none other than jack Elrod. Then another surprise lay in store for us. We saw a plane being met by a secret service agent, lames Addington. Going over to see what all this was about, we saw stepping from the plane the presidential candidate, Heyward Hawkins. Heyward was wonderful to usp he offered to let us ride in his private car to the Congress. There we saw three more old friends, Senator Edgar B. Dunlap, Ir.. Congressman lames Evans, and Lieutenant Commander Billie McConnell, who were also visiting our nation's Congress. Lieutenant Commander McConnell told us he would show us through the Chemistry Laboratories, and there we found Ralph Spain, a leading chemist. All this was most enjoyable, but we found it necessary to catch our train to New York, a train on which Earl Gowder was engineer. While the wheels of the train hummed a tune, we were busy looking at Billy Rich's latest drawings in See magazine, Our stop- o-Ver between Washington and New York was Atlantic City, N, I. We arrived here at the right time, it seemed, for we learned that the selection of the girl to be Miss America was about to take place. We rushed in just in time to see judges Pierce Hancock and Arnold Powell place the Miss America crown on Evelyn Smith. But then it was time for our train to pull out for New York, so we left hurriedly. After pulling into Grand Central Station, we hailed a taxi and gave the driver the name of our hotel. On the way we saw a large signboard advertising 'iSloan's Liniment, the organization of which L. C. Sloan is the president. Arriving at our hotel, we were given a cordial welcome by Hostess Georgia Elizabeth Cook, after which we retired to our room. We turned on the radio and listened to the tennis matches at Forest Hills, N. Y. Maxine Bullock and Lucy Lynch were the contenders. After a few minutes of rest and repair, we got on the elevator, and as it came to a stop in the lobby, we made an effort to get out, but were almost sidewiped by a young man hur- rying into the elevator. After picking up our lost possessions, we began to make apologies, It was Holland Mangum. During our short chat with him, we discovered that he was a prominent lawyer, and Doily also told us where we could find many of our old friends and classmates. He told us that at Merci Hospital we would find Robert Thomas, the iminent surgeon, and nurses Helen Thrasher and Betty Marsh. We decided, after departing with Holland, to call it a day, saying that we would go to the hospital tomorrow. The next morning we arose at a rather late hour because our rest from all that had been happening seemed a luxury. After a breakfast, which we had in bed, we decided to go to Radio City and take in the sights. We stopped off at Merci Hospital to see those about whom Holland had told us, and found them all in good health and enjoying life. Then on to Radio City, winding through traffic and then through crowded sidewalks. Arriving at this city within a city, we were in time to get in on one of the tours. fn passing by a studio we saw Horace Luther, news commentator, just finishing a broadcast. We left our group with the hope that Horace would be our guide. Horace was very glad to see some- one from his home town, and gave us each a pass to one of the shows which would go on the air in half an hour. He told us we would like this famous program for more than one reason. Wondering what he could mean, we were taken by him into a small studio, where We were to have our first surprise. He hushed us into silence because a performer was stepping up to the microphone. We looked up to see Harriet Howard reading her poetry, with Winifred Smith and his violin furnishings the musical background. We listened in raptured silence until Horace motioned us to come with him. We made our way into a much larger studio, and were shown to our reserved seats. Here we awaited with much anxiety our surprise. A man came forth and announced the Allen-Collins Hour, sponsored by the Chewy Chewing Gum Company and starring those two famous comedians, Frances Allen and Leo Collins, with guest artist Louise Mitchum, famous opera star. Laugh? We thought we'd die! lt was a killer All too soon the program was over, and, thanking Horace for his kindness, we started to take leave in order to congratulate Leo and Frances on their wonderful entertainment, but Horace decided he would go with us to see Leo. When we finally got through the crowds, Leo was almost ready to leave, but he and Horace decided to take us to see the sights of New York. New York just would not be New York without its night clubs. The evening's festivities really just begin around ten or eleven o'clock, lt was somewhere around this hour when We arrived at the Seven-'Leven Club and we walked in with a somewhat familiar air, though the atmosphere around us was quite unfamiliar. Having been seated at our table, we gave our orders, and as we glanced up we saw a familiar figure coming toward us. We were heartily greeted by Charles McEver, Seven-'Leven manager. He seated himself at our table and told us we must wait for the floor show. ln'the meantime, while looking about, we had spotted a few celebrities. We had seen public deb No. 1, Martha Waite, arriving on the scene with playboy Harold Whitmire. We had also thrilled at the arrival of the handsome movie star, Marvin Merck, and his agent, lack Hulsey. We noticed standing over in one corner a broad-shouldered young man with a grin on his face. Upon asking THE RADIATOR 27 1941

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1 fs WW DO YOU NEED ADVICE? WRITE YOUR TROUBLES AND ADDRESS THEM TO: MISSES MARTHA FINGER AND HELEN POWELL cfo MORNING HERALD ATLANTA. GEORGIA NEEDLESS TO SAY we had received many letters from far and near since this advertisement appeared in the MORNING HERALD. Editor Quentin Quattlebaum had kindly consented to do all he could in helping to promote such a column as this. One reason is that he was having trouble of his own, His reporters, including Evelyn Fleming and Ben Davidson, his cartoon- ist, E. C. Brannon, his fashion editor, Mary Lee Bettis, and Glennie Henry, gossip columnist, were all demanding higher pay. Louise Iubin, proofreader for the paper, was the one per- son who saw things as did the editor. As for our advice to him-we gave him the address of Piggly Wiggly, owned and operated so successfully f?J by lack McKibbon tlr.l. lack was able to help the editor so much that the latter gave us in appreciation of our deedha leave of two weeks' vacation. Go where? Do what? A brilliant idea struck us-we could round up our old classmates and see what Danie Fortune had so long held in store for them. Breathlessness and anxiety overtook us, and before we knew it, we had received our expense check and were on our way to the Federal National Bank to have it cashed. As we entered the bank, we saw an important looking gentleman rushing around, followed by his secretary. There seemed to both of us something quite familiar about their faces. Of course-that was T, I. Henson, president of the bank, and the secretary was none other than lean Miller. Since we wanted to look our best during our travels, We found it necessary to pay a visit to a clothing store. David-Hichison's was the natural solution, Ori arriving here we took the nearest elevator to the Old Atlantan Shop, where we found beautiful new styles brought back from New York by Betty Edmondson, Richison's shopper. It was so good to see this old friend that for a long time we chatted about the good old days. Then, finding it necessary to hurry to a beauty salon, we stopped in at the nearest one, which was right next door to Richison's. On entering we were told we would find it necessary to wait our turn, because we had neglected to make an appointment. We picked up a magazine and began looking through it. Then, all of a sudden, a name flashed across the page. Quickly we looked again. Yes, here was a series of essays by the famous journalist, Anne Palmour. So absorbed were we that we didn't hear someone calling us, But at the second call, we looked up to see lean Cash standing there, beckoning to us. She explained that she owned the shop, and how we would be even more surprised and pleased to see two more schoolmates who were her assistant operators, Evelyn Bell and Reathel Whelchel. We were led into the booth where we were given a promise that we would come out looking our best. During the course of such an attainment, we idly picked up a brush bearing the name Fuller. Laughingly we recalled our attempts to tease our old friend, lim Fuller, about being a brush salesman. But now the laugh was on us. lean told us that lim had become president of that thriving organization, Fuller Brush Company, and that Bobby Frances Cox was his efficient secretary. Our damage being repaired all too soon, we regretfully departed from these newfound old friends and made our way back to our home in Dreaded Hills. Immediately we called the airport for reservations, for we know that the Southern Airlines, Inc., under the presidency of lames Culpepper, would never have an empty airplane leave the home port, and we always found it necessary to have places reserved in advance. The remainder of the evening was spent in rushing about, throwing this and that into a suitcase -a process known as packing. After a sleepless night and one of great anticipation, we were thrilled to see daylight arrive at last. A hurried breakfast satisfied our immediate hunger, and, calling a taxi, we were off. We arrived at the airport earlier than we had expected, due to the expert driver, Eugene Tolbert. Soon a voice over a megaphone announced the plane leaving for Washington, and we were soon on our way. We settled back comfortably in our seats and began to regain some of the rest which we had lost the previous night. Suddenly, a fierce rocking of the plane startled us out of our reverie. Looking about us, we saw that the lights had been turned on because it had grown increasingly dark outside. 'Everyone was beginning to get nervous, when Hostess Betty Io Heard came in and told us that it was a slight storm and that everything was well in hand. A short time later we were told that we were approaching Washington, D. C. The pilot made a beautiful landing. When we were being helped out f S x 5-1? -as U -gen 'vin Il 2 f H Elflsffwceg 26 AINESVIL

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Charley who he was, he exclaimed: Why, don't you recognize him? He's Ed liogeiy better known here as 'Butch, the Bouncer' We were having surprise on top of surprise, and this was not all which was to come, A fanfare and a roll of drums announced the floor show. into the spotligh' walked thc: bandleader, Logan Nalley, who also was serving as master of ceremonies. Loge-n raised his trumpet and began his familiar theme Martha ffrom the opera of the same namel. Fol- lowing this was a vocal number sung by Bandleader Nalley's singer of sweet swing, Ma- lissa Norton. The flash of a light almost blinded us, and we looked around to see photog- rapher W. L. Tant taking in all the pictures his camera would hold. This completing our picture for the evening, we told the boys it was time for us to be hittin' for home. Back in our hotel room the quietness was deafening, but we soon were back down to earth and dropped off into a dreamless sleep, We cannot truthfully say that we arose with the sun the ,next morning, after being out so lateg as a matter of fact, we just got up in time to eat a late lunch. Romantic ideas of love affairs on boats prompted us to phone for reservations on the first ship leaving New York Harbor for Savannah. On finding that this ship would leave in the afternoon, we had a few hours to spend in seeing New York by daylight. After several hours of looking with wonder at the sights of New York, we noticed the time, and grabbed a taxi in order to get to the docks before our boat pulled out. Rushing at break-neck speed, we arrived just before the gangplank was removed. Safely aboard the boat, we looked back through the sunset for our last glimpse of New York, and then turned to go to our cabin, We saw a uniform, and, being unmarried old maids, we gave an all clear on the deck signal and skidded to a stop in front of Robert Parker, captain of the ship, After a long chat, we were shown to our stateroom. We were unpacking when a steward knocked on our door and handed us an envelope. Quickly we opened it and found an. invitation to be Captain Parker's guests at dinner. Thrilled at this gesture of friendliness, we dressed in our finest finery Cbought with the boss' moneyl and went to the dining hall, where we were escorted to our table. Captain Parker arose and greeted us, and introduced us to those at our table. There were two who needed no introduction. One was Harold Lathem, American Ambassador to Argentina, who after a business trip to New York was on his way home to Savannah, accompanied by his wife, Martha Hunnicutt. The other was the celebrated pianist, Mrs. Frances Brogdon Terry KAW Shaw J, who was vacationing after a strenuous concert tour. The dinner served was certainly a compliment to the ship dietitian, Sara Frances McCrackin. But for the next few days nothing seemed very wonderful to us, because we were seized with an illness which ship nurse Loretta Owens described as being just plain sea-sickness. We had begun to feel natural again when we arrived at Savannah. Saying good-bye to our friends, we left to go to the railroad station, where we were to catch the train for Gainesville, last stop before going back to work. We were soon in our home town, and the first place we wanted to visit was G. H. S., where all these friendships had started. Passing by the State Patrol house, we caught a glimpse of Patrolmen Dinny Iohnson and .Edgar Surratt. But then we hurried on into the school house. We were here greeted by lim Rudolph, president of the Bored of Education, who told us he would be glad to show us around. During our wanderings we ran across Marvin Potter, football coach, Mildred O'Dell, chemistry teacher and basketball coach, Mary Lois Culpepper and Lavonia Hamilton, teachers of Home Economics fit seems that the department has grown to such an extent that two teachers are neededl, and Lois Lindsey, teacher of history. After leaving the school, we started down the street and were hailed by Albert Pearce, Gainesville photographer, who was on his way to take pictures at Brenau College and Riverside. We accepted his invitation to come along, and upon arriving at Brenau we found Peggy Bush, teacher of dancing. We saw Ed Hughs, who, not being able to leave the girls, had secured the position of night watchman and caretaker there. When Albert had finished his picturesjwe went with him to Riverside, all the while telling him of our adven- turous trip. Among the pictures which our friend took at Riverside was one of Captain and Mrs. Brown fthe former Christine Robbsl, who were residing at this military school. Now Albert hurried us off, saying that we had to go. Driving back to town, we were talking about our old school days, and he said that he had just recently taken a picture of the Celtics, and that Vyanious Buice was captain of that team. That night we reviewed all the happenings of the past few weeks, realizing sadly that in the morning we would have' to go back to Atlanta and to our jobs, answering letters from people who wanted advice. Somehow, through it all, we dropped off to sleep. Martha Finger Helen Powell Class Prophets. when 'f-Q X 'HN facie-EfTxon,,3.wf Q Qi ' .v in Om' , umm? X N .19 if s sfvg H' fs 29 l?f?7E'E,'5'K.'ifl