Galileo High School - Telescope Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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THE TELESCOPE Going to a fire or just naturally in a hurry? Why, hello there! I've been expecting you. I had to go to Peiping the other day and I met an old friend of ours who said you came over on the same boat with him. We saw Sanford Lowengart in Washington before we left and he said to be sure to look you up. We left Hongkong yesterday and we're going to Egypt tomorrow. we're going to Egypt tomorrow. Well, then, why can't you come and stay at the American Embassy House tonight? We'll be glad to do thatf, The three of us settled ourselves as best we could in sedan chairs, gave the signal, and were plunged into the city as one would descend into a mine or into a crystal maze. Before long, we approached a comfortable-looking house which was shaded by big trees and overlooked the great walled city across the muddy waters of the Pearl River. It so happened that that night there was a convention of delegates from other coun- tries, and from our table we were not surprised to see some whom we knew: Minoru Endo, Heroni Nakagaki and Henry Nakatani from Japan, William Lee from China and Anthony Cusimano and john Garibaldi from Italy, Yoke Chung Wong, Emile Waldt- enfel, and others we did not know. We thanked Raymond that night for his hospitality and left the next morning for Egy t. P What a noisy station! It's like a madhousef' Here, boy! Take these bags and put them on our train. We'd better follow him, Margit, or we're liable to end up in Alaska somewhere. Come on. Such trains! If we have curved spines and stiff necks tomorrow, don't blame me. Why, look whofs collecting tickets! Of all people-Charles Maguire! What are you doing so far away from the States? Oh, I'm just here for my own amusement. I have to do something to keep out of mischief. After endless explanations on both sides, we left him and made our way to the dining car. Much was our dismay to find we couldn't read the menu, but we closed our eyes and made a guess. It was not bad, though for the life of us we hadn't the slightest idea what we were eating. Arriving in Alexandria, we settled in the ever-present hotel. Next day, our guides, Joe Spiker and james Simonds, were very amused when we started off on camels to see the pyramids. Why you ev-bump-er got me to ri-bump-de-bump on one of-bump- these th-bump-ings, Margit Larson-bump, I can't bump see. I'll bump never get on an-bump-other one-bump. 'lIt is ki-bump-nd of bu-bump--mpy but we're almost th-bump-ere. Whew! Maybe these natives like their camels, but after this, I'll walk. To think I had to go through all that agony for a peek at an Egyptian costume in a pyramid that's on its last legs! We'll be lucky if we don't die from the sight of a mummy. I don't relish the idea. Do you? Well, when it has to be done, it has to, so keep still and let's get it over. O.K. You can lead the way, I'll followf' Look, Margit! If it isn't jim Kindt! Hello, jim. What are you doing so far from home? Oh, hello! Imagine seeing you here after all these years! I'm heading a scientific expedition here for the Scientists Club in New York. But may I ask you the same question? Never mind how we got here. We're here, and that's enough. Oh, look! Therels Frank Shawn and Pasquale Vozzo! Are they in your expedition, too? Yes. Youlll find several of your old friends from Galileo. joe Wildberger and Ben Brooks are down farther and they have Robert Wenzel, james Eaurot, Leonard Polley, I Page 281

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JUNE, 1954 records. I had quite a long talk with her about old times. She had just heard that Evelyn Miller was on her way to Hollywood for a contract with the Robert Glick Studios. It seems that from the same source she also heard that Wallace Mark, Lido Luperini, Elmo De Luca and Robert Kopf are directors down there, and Donald Bergeron, Ernest De- Martini, Montell Higgins and Roy Speier are their assistants. Douglas Watson, Richard Uriarte, William Stabler and Ralph Stoddard are all cameramen. Isabella Henry, june Hillman and Virginia Costa write the stories for the stars for whom Dorothy Fitzgerald and Frances Riedy design costumes. Virginia Lewis, jane Lathrop, Helen Gawry, Robert Thorp and Harry Young are make-up artists. I've heard that Attilio Bava is also down there playing his accordion. Oh yes, she said that Hazel Santos and Charlotte Bambino have a dance team of their own on the stage. Antonette Laiolo, Josephine Lombardi and Marguerite Whitman have main parts in Matthew Lebenbaum's opera production. I heard also that Adelina Ceccarelli, William Muller, Ian Humphries, Louis Menconi, Edward Scheid, Albert Dondero, Alex Alison, Burnell Kahn, Walter Morse, Sam Roberts, Gino Tricoli, Joan Swift, Olympia Rege and Lucile Patania are in the chorus, while Florence Viacava and Leon Gorman are in the orchestraf' Shall we go upstairs now? I think I'd like to go to my cabin and clean up a bit.'l O.K. Goodbye-we'll see you later. Margit, I'm rather tired, aren't you? Letls go to bed. Six o'clock the next morning when I ironically asked Margit if she felt like some breakfast, her reply wasn't very reassuring. No-o-o-o-o-o, for goodness' sakes, don't talk food! I think I have a slight case of sea-sicknessf, F Well, you can call it slight but I've my own ideas about that. My roast duck and cheese soufle are having a terrible battle and the coffee is putting in a word, too. We spent the remainder of the trip in bed. Friday morning found us on deck surrounded by our bags and ready to get off the minute the gangplank was down. We had not been in Hongkong many hours before we had absorbed enough atmo- sphere to know we were in China. Once on solid ground, we became hungry. After getting settled in our hotel room, we went downstairs to eat, and it was amusing to see the natives as they came punctually for their inevitable tea. Sitting in a secluded corner, we sketched to our hearts' content as women wandered in and out dressed in their native costumes. By the way, did you get those tickets for the theatre tonight?l' Yes, I have them. I imagine we're in for an interesting eveningf' g On a shelf of the mountainside we found a large native theatre flourishing with a nightly change of bill. To our surprise, it was managed by joseph Fong and joseph Park Li. They gave us the best seats they had and said they hoped we would enjoy ourselves. There were many American tourists besides ourselves in Hongkong, and some whom we knew. jane Marland, Barbara Nelson, Edna Nilsen and Margaret Nagel made up one party. In another corner, we found Pat Keith, Helene Dallman and Marjorie McCall, who were there because the U.S. was too dead. Richard Cassidy, John Cushing and William Glang were there for the opposite reason-they wanted a rest. julie Mlaker, Evelyn Stanley and Olga Parenti were on their way to Siam. We enjoyed the plays immensely. Horn Gok and Sun Yee Koo had the leads and were ably supported by Sam Wah, Carena Sing and Wing Tong. Next day we traveled to one of the most amazing cities on earth-Canton. There we were astounded at the boat dwellers who form a distinct and numerous class by them- selves. At frequent intervals, funeral boats passed and they were the noisiest of all. Some of them equalled the din of a boiler factory. Look, Margit, there's Raymond Rocca, our ambassador to China. Let's catch up With him? I Page 27 1

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JUNE,1934 Charles Clover, Edward Callahan and Ernest Antrobus with them. We all ended up in the same business. It's very interesting. You ought to try it sometime. After we left jim, we spent a few hours between visiting the ruins, chatting with our friends, and by jotting down some ideas. We then paid our adieux to the expedition and started back to our hotel. This time I walked and was not sorry for it. The next day Margit stayed in bed-she would ride her camel! , Say, Margit, whom do you suppose I saw down at breakfast this morning? You guess. I'm tiredf, Eleanor Sansom, Eileen Wiechers and Eleanor Hart! The trio work on a maga- zine at home and are here for ideas for travel articles, fashions, sketches and anything else they find. Betty Ballord, Marion Jayne, Beverly Gregory and Beth Kind are here on a tour around the world, just for lack of something better to do. They're just here for today and then intend to go on to Cairo. They said to say hello to you and any other mutual acquaintances we meet. When Margit was once more able to walk, we resumed our sight-seeing tour. We found ourselves down on a terrace sipping a cooling drink while watching the endless procession in which East does meet West in person. We decided we wanted to visit an Egyptian farm-not one of those packs of mud over which water is poured, but a real farm. We were enthusiastic when our dragoman, Victor Williams, told us he had received an invitation for us to visit a rich gentleman farmer. Word was sent by a running Ethio- pian that we would arrive at four o'clock. We met Martha Hayes, Harriet De Goff, George Silverman, james Waggle and Lawrence Webber, who were also guests of the farmer. Here, indeed, we had found a farm in the midst of a desert, and a grand old chap for a host who played the part of a patriarch in elegant fashion. We approached great wheat fields and a large mud village which, we were informed, was where his six hundred helpers lived. We were escorted into the courtyard of the big residence, whereupon our host ushered us to an immense desk and showed us a large tourists' book and asked us to sign our names. Amused at his whim, Margit and I looked through it and to our surprise found many whom we knew. A few years back, Dorothy Angelinich, Florence Lamerdin, Mary Jessup, Louise Lagier and Matilda Shemano had been there. Written a few months later were the names of the Endo sisters, Hiro and Yoneg Dahlia Muramatsu, Mary Kusimine, Melvyn Friendly, Sergio Lucchesi and Milton Levi. Dated just last year we found the signatures of Wallace Ruggles, Louis Olsen, Edward Natalini, john Ghio, Charles Coleman, Howard Friedman, Willis Huson and George Martinelli. It was amusing to see the names of those people with their professions written after them. Some were just traveling, others merely studying medicine or law, etc. When we entered the courtyard, we saw our host squatting on a couch. He was dressed in European clothes but was wearing a large red turban. We were presented to him one by one. His sons, who were called in to be presented to us, prostrated themselves before him before we were recognized. We stayed over two hours and during that time there was a constant round of refreshments, ending with sage tea and sweet Egyptian brown bread. In relays, as we could stand the heat, we went out on the farm and observed things. We came back to the courtyard where our animals were brought for departure, and after a hearty handshake, the farmer told us he hoped we would come again. We thanked him and promised we would. The end ofseveral weeks in Egypt found us on our way to India. Here we were amused to see large elephants in the Ganges River contentedly spraying themselves in the muddy waters. Cows, the sacred animals, were wandering in and out of the houses eating what they pleased. Too, we found an interesting settlement just outside the village. Doctors jack Loupe and Robert Minner were trying to wipe out some of the disease in this infested country. They had constructed a large building resembling a hospital. Nurses Elsie Barbonotti, Mary Maglio, Deon Neely, Olive Orosco, Pauline Maninfior, Lena Massa, Carolyn Lazzaro, Doreen Fenton, Louise Gabrielli and Eva Foliotti were all very interested in their work. Internes Mervyn Wagenheim, Tully Simoni, Richard Vulte, I Page 291