Garfield Heights High School - Garfield Yearbook (Garfield Heights, OH)

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Class Prophecy, June, 1941-8-continued 'Things seemed pretty black, but the attorney for the de- fense stepped forward and confidently called his first wit- ness, Don Melena, a successful businessman. Melena, a close friend of Doe's, stated that having known him all his life he was sure he could not have committed such a crime. He established the defendant's character to be that of a law abiding citizen, a family man looked up to in his com- munity, who loved his home and children. How could such a man murder a fellow human being? The second witness for the defense, Richard Schneider, Doe's employer, claimed he had met Doe in the Black Pearl that night to discuss a business trip the two were to make the following weekend. Jed Grossman, an eyewitness, testified that two drunks had attacked the defendent, starting a fight, which resulted in his being asked to leave. 'Then Doe himself was called to the stand. The iury leaned forward eagerly to hear the story from the lips of the accused. Admitting he had been trying to escape for fear he might be suspected of the crime, he again declared his innocence and threw himself on the mercy of the court. 'Judge Don Neradil instructed the iury on the law in this case and they retired to seek a verdict. As they filed out of the room I noticed they were a good cross section of the city's population, and somewhat familiar to me. I recognized Bessie Albano, now a school teacher, Richard Plent, a suc- cessful business man, Jessie Stemple, a young housewife, Gladys Price, a secretary and acting as foreman was Al Luzius, an electrical engineer. 'Returning to the courtroom the iury delivered its verdict, NOT GUILTY, and leaving amid the reioicing of the friends and family of the accused, I focused my televisor on Cleve- land's coast to coast network, Station BLA, owned by AI Sluka. 'Entering Studio A, I found myself in the midst of a People Are Shmoes program. As the orchestra struck the first notes of the opening theme, I discovered that it was my old friend Len Gutkowski waving that baton, while his featured soloist on the trumpet was Ed Pientowski. Beat- ing out the rhythm of the swing selection was Joe Svoboda on the drums, and Don Nemec was playing it hot and sweet on that clarinet of his. 'After announcer Don Ris had delivered his commercial, Frank Gladden, the smiling master of ceremonies, took over the program. The first contestant was Bill Prebel, a visiting chief from the Smohawk tribe. Among the other contest- ants I also recognized Bob Schmitt, inside man in the Skonck Works, Joe Manely, a mattress tester, and Henry Pieronek, a peanut counter in a peanut factory. 'As I passed Studio B, I saw Bruce Walton being Queen for a Day. Opening the door to Studio C, I came upon AI May giving Cleveland listeners his sports review of the year. Local boy Tom Lang was now the new heavy-weight champion of the world. And three other home-town boys Mike lchrist, Bob Reichart, and Frank Piwarski, the snappy little trio from the Cleveland Indians, had recently been chosen the three most valuable players of the year. 'The Cleveland Browns were playing with a slight handi- cap due to the loss of Captain Jim Maras for the rest of the season. When consulted, the Brown's official nurse Mary Jane Guzowski stated, that although his broken leg was mending nicely, it was still not strong enough to permit Maras to play until next season. 'The second half of the program was devoted to a tele- vised interview of Jim White, the famous sportswriter. Changing the position of the cameras was Jim Soucek, now a television engineer, while in the control room radio en- gineer Dave Huebscher was repairing an intricate panel of switches. 'I moved the diols on my televisor once more, and Cleve- land Municipal Airport came into view iust in time for me to witness a smooth three-point landing by pilot Bob Miller. Stepping out of his United Airlines Rocket, he turned to greet Airline Hostess Joyce Cytlak, who was checking over her list of passengers. Among these were several of her classmates. Ruth Pfaff, returning to her home in Hawaii, Ruth Chaloupka, starting on the first part of her iourney to the salt mines of Siberia, and Angelo Di Matteo, now on his third trip around the world. A now portly Pat Miller was having some difficulty in meeting the weight limits, while Mary Davis, because of her extreme height, found it dimcult to adiust herself to the small seats. 'Nearby a Jet Airliner was warming up for its flight to New York. Inside Stewardess Katie Brovarney, looking trim and neat in her grey uniform, was fastening the safety belts, while Pilot Dolores Walsky gunned the motors for the take-off. The passengers were also familiar to me. Alice Marousek, on vacation from her iob as a telephone operator, Mary Turner, on her way to be married to an Admiral, Alice Pearson, returning to her position as teacher in Brooklyn Elementary, and Lois Provenzano, now well known for her important work in social welfare. 'In less than I5 minutes we had arrived in the commercial capital of the world, New York. Turning my televisor I immediately found myself looking into the expensive shops of Fifth Avenue. Here was Mara's, where the best dressed women of the nation obtained their exclusive gowns by Madame Shirley. Further down was the famous Catalano's Spaghetti House, where the customers were always made to feel as if they were personal friends of Jack. It was also here that Mary Parasiliti had her beauty salon, which specialized in creating new hair styles for the Broadway shows. Her chief operator and assistant was Marilyn Weber, one of the best beauticians in the business. 'As I passed a side walk newsstand, I recognized a familiar face on the cover of one of the national fashion magazines. It was Audrey Tosko, now a cover girl very much in de- mand. She was wearing o new creation by the successful fashion designer, Henrietta Jarzembowski, which threatened to revolutionize styles completely. 'Crossing the busy intersection I came upon Bury Me Bauer's Undertaking establishment. Upon entering I found Clarence himself, very distinguished looking in his block tie and tails, busily greeting the friends and family of one of his charges. The soft sweet tones of a harp reached my ears, and glancing in that direction I saw Florence Jones playing the grand old hymns loved so dearly by the de- ceased. The beautiful wreaths and sprays next caught my interest, and looking at one of the name cards I discovered they had been supplied by Alice GIasko's Floral Shop. Among the gathering of mourners I noticed four familiar faces. Bob Addis, now a singing waiter, Margaret Whitty, a reporter for the DaiIy Gab, Leonard Monaco, a travel- ing salesman, and Ruth Nemeth, a professional hostess.

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1 ft K . Q-.Class Prophecy, june, 1948 Good evening, Mr. 81 Mrs. Moon, Iet's go to Press. Flash! Today for the first time EARTH was sighted through the new Strata-televisor. Previously only such neighboring planets as Venus and Mars were able to be seen. But now Dr. Fueglein, the inventor, has added the new bifocal lens which can cover greater distances. The doctor, formerly an Earthling, chose to observe the doings of his former classmates, whom he has not seen for twenty years. For the benefit of any former Earthlings now residing on the Moon, we will read his report: 'Garfield Hts., my old home town, was the first spot on earth that I was able to see. Manipulating the dials, the familiar sight of old Garfield High came into view, and as I peered into the auditorium I found myself witnessing the first assembly of the school year. As the new teachers were introduced I noticed a few changes in the faculty. The Girls Physical Education department had taken on a new staff. Jean Linke was directing the Senior High, while the Junior High was led by La Verne Manke. 'Heading the Math department was Terry Szelagowski, and who should be the new Latin teacher but Jean Neilson. There were also some changes in the school's secretarial staff. Agnes Jones, Rose Marie Berka, and Alice Wolnoski were efficiently transacting the school's business in the General Office. 'As I left the school the radar equipment on my televisor began to vibrate strangely. Turning up the volume of the sound amplifier, the I, 2, 3, 4 of football calisthenics reached my ears. Reversing my direction I spied, in the midst of all this activity, a well-known figure. It was Len Zahuranec, now head coach of the Garfield eleven. However, my atten- tion was distracted from the football field by the cheering of people. Looking toward the origin of the sound, I found it was Ed Warren campaigning for election to the office of Mayor of Garfield Hts. with a huge rally, band and a parade. On the platform beside him sat the political boss of Cleveland, Ernst f Governor J Bicker. Certain that with such strong backing Warren was sure to win, I left the rally. 'Moving down Turney Road I came upon the main shop- ping center of Garfield, which was slightly changed. In place of the old familiar establishments, bright, new names had sprung up. The sign K 81 H Haberdashers caught my eye. Following one of the customers, whom I recognized as Camille Haas, now happily married, I entered the shop and found Jack Koerner trying to interest Bill St. John in a loud hand-painted tie, while his partner Don Hertrick was busily waiting on Donna Hart, now a Mrs. 'Looking out the window I saw Ruth Grove trying to cross the busy street. Suddenly a cherry coke convertible loomed seemingly out of nowhere. Narrowly missing Ruth and skidding to a ierky stop, the occupants iumped out excitedly. It was Libbie Paul, still trying to shift into third correctly, and Evelyn Skura, who had kindly given Libbie the use of her car. 'Not more than slightly shaken up, Ruth continued on her way. Her destination appeared to be Renski's Bowl. That name seemed to strike a bell in my memory, so I followed Ruth up the stairs and into the room. To my surprise I dis- covered Janice Renski, making a neat little living, running her own bowling alley. The place seemed to be popular among my old friends, for there I found Eugene Spreitzer, Henry Schlaeppi, and John Hilbert, founders of the new municipal transportation system, the Rapid Rocket. 'Curious as to the appearance of this novel vehicle, I left Renski's Bowl behind me and set out to find a Rocket stop. Noticing a crowd of people standing on the corner of Tur- ney and Garfield Blvd. I gathered that it would be one of the main stops of the Rocket. Among the group were several familiar faces. Elsie Skrl, Virginia Spagnola, and Donna Doelfs, who were on their way to their secretarial iobs in downtown Cleveland, were excitedly discussing the coming marriage of one of their old school mates, Sophie Morinek, to the President of the U. S. 'Soon the Racket arrived and following the passengers aboard, I glanced at the driver who was none other than Don Corlett. As the Rocket gained momentum I was amazed at the swiftness and smoothness of the ship. It was ap- parent, however, that the other passengers were quite ac- customed to it. 'ln two minutes we had arrived at the industrial center of Cleveland. Leaving the Rocket I followed Bob Orth into the main office of Orth and Bacha, producers of the new Jet- HeIiorocter, a midget automobile which could attain a speed of l,0O0 mph. 'This growing concern provided employment for many skilled mechanics such as Harold Flick and Ed Grazak two farmer classmates. As Orth entered the office of his partner I noticed Fern Kral going through the files, while Mariarie Drenski was busily typing out invoices. 'There were three men in the office waiting for Bob. One I recognized to be Ed Bacha, and as Orth turned to greet the others I realized that they were my old friends AI Toth, now the Toothpick King of the nation, and Bob Howe, who had recently won a few million dollars in a sweepstake lottery. From their conversation I gathered that the pur- pose of the meeting was to form a new corporation, which would produce an improved model of the Heliorocter on a national scale. 'However, the discussion was interrupted by the late arrival of Jim Martin, who had the distinction of being known as the richest man in the state. 'The group being completed, they set out an a tour of the plant. As they wandered about I followed with the aid of my televisor when suddenly I was astonished by the sight of a pair of long legs protruding from beneath a midget automobile. When the owner slowly crawled out to find a needed tool I discovered they belonged to Rob Roy Sherer, the chief mechanic of the department, and as I moved into the drafting room I saw Paul Runyan bent over a drafting board' poring over a blueprint. 'As there was nothing of further interest to me at the plant I toyed with the dials on my instrument panel and focused the televisor on the criminal courts of Cleveland. Immediately I found myself in the tense atmosphere of a court room. The people vs. John Doel 'Had I heard right? Could the John Doe of my school days actually have murdered Paul Senyak, the prominent play- wright? According to District Attorney Jack Boys, he had. But on the other hand attorney for the defense Mike Pisarski claimed he had not. In his introductory address to the jury, .lack Boys claimed that Doe had deliberately and with intent to kill started a brawl in a well-known night club, the Black Pearl, and under cover af this distraction had maliciously stabbed Senyak to death. 'His first three witnesses, Tom Lynch, Dan Mastropieri, and Jerry Martin, owners of the Black Pearl, established the presence of Doe in the club on the fatal night. Paul Wallace, the club's professional bouncer, testified that on that night he had been compelled to escort Doe to the door for creating a disturbance. The next witness Miss Bette Madal, a dancer in the floor show, thought she had seen the glint of a knife in John's hand, but on cross examination, broke down and had to confess she could not be sure. The med- ical examiner, George Kinkopf, determined the cause of death to be a knife wound in the chest, piercing the heart, and estimated the time of death to be I a. m. Patrolman Ed Anderzak, stated that he had caught the defendent try- ing to escape after the murder had been discovered. Motive was established by Tom Austin, a young millionaire, in whose presence Doe had threatened Senyak. Doe had borrowed a large sum of money from Senyak, and being in financial difficulties could not meet the payment on the day it was due, thus forfeiting his home. -5

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Class Prophecy, June, 11948-concluded 'There seemed no need for me to remain so I left and followed a well dressed young woman who was Felicia Podwoiski, a fashion illustrator, into the offices of Rem- brandt Inc., Commercial Artists. There I found a beautiful Barbara Smith posing for Richard Palivac in a sleek black satin gown, while Evelyn Deal, attired in ski togs, was being photographed by John Marx. Bending over her sketch of a perfect hand for an engagement ring advertisement was Nina Jablonski and in his back room laboratory Richard Wells was blending various color combinations to find a new shade of blue. 'In the same building Franklyne Ross had the main office of his printing concern. As I looked in on him I found him engrossed in developing a new kind of business card for Rosemary Caranci and her new dress shop. 'leaving Fifth Avenue I started down Broadway. The bright lights of a theatre marque caught my attention. George Nolan presents - - - Genevieve Schmitt and James Sweeney in -- - - The Robot's Revenge. Another smash hit to add to his successes. As the crowds pushed forward Special Officer Ralph Jarmusch had great difficulty maintaining order. The arrival of many celebrities caused more disturbances. Mary Ann Cerny, up and coming young radio starlet, was almost trampled by eager autograph hounds, while Shirley Snyder, world famous roller skater, was badly mauled. 'Suddenly the high wail of on ambulance siren reached my ears. Being an incurable ambulance chaser I focused the televisor on the source of the sound. A well known businessman, Mr. MacKillem, had been stricken with the dread disease Leprotetecan. Until recently there had been no known cure but due to the work of Tom Cassidy, a re- search scientist, and his medical assistant Geraldine Maryan- ski, a new serum had been discovered. Therefore, he was being rushed to the hospital for treatment. As the am- bulance sped through the busy streets I found that the hand on the wheel belonged to Ed Basta. 'Arriving at the hospital I followed the stretcher bearing Mr. MacKiIlem into the emergency receiving room, where Nurse Eleanor Kenski took down the necessary information required of all patients. Since the disease had centered on the foot of the patient, Dr. Richard Tephenhart, the noted foot specialist, was summoned to make the examination. He decided that before treatment could be started, surgery would be needed to remove the large fever boil which had accompanied the disease. As Nurse Rita Flaum prepared the patient for surgery, Nurse Ann Kraus sterilized the in- struments in readiness for the operation. 'Leaving Mr. MacKiIIem in the capable hands of the operat- ing surgeon, Jeanine Rolfs, and her surgical nurse, Dorothy Repko, I wandered with the aid of my televisor through the hospital. The crowded office of Dr. Cleo Harris, child psychologist, seemed too much for iust one small woman to handle, but things appeared to be well under control. Peer- ing into some of the other rooms I came upon .lack Kehoe propped up in bed with a few broken bones obtained while racing around the world on his motorcycle. Amusing him by reading aloud was Nurse Helen Chahulski. 'The next room was occupied by Joe Leuzzi, a veteran of the Foreign Wars, who through constant endeavor had remained a bachelor. His nurse, Nancy Earl, was efficiently taking his temperature and counting his pulse. Across the hall in a swank private room was Wall Street Banker, Dominic Peterre. Diana Markley, his private nurse, was constantly kept busy arranging the bouquets of flowers which were continually arriving. 'The baskets of ripe fruit on the bed table reminded me of the orchards and orange groves of the Western coast. As I had always wished to see sunny California, I twirled a dial and soon I was looking down on an outdoor sports arcade. In the pool a swimming class was in session. ln- structor Margot Enzmen was expertly demonstrating the Australian crawl to her eager pupils Evelyn Mack, Sarah Love, and Darlene Sakmar, three young movie storlets. Physical Culture instructor, Shirley Bingham, was assisting prospective young acrobats in the art of flip-twisting in mid-air. 'Just then quite by accident my elbow hit a dial on my instrument panel and I suddenly found myself in darkest Africa. The wild rhythmic beating of a drum announcing a voodoo meeting of black magic reached my ears. Follow- ing the sound I came upon a huge cauldron about which were gathered a group of hideous natives. As the gro- tesquely painted Witch-Doctor stepped forward to begin the ceremony, I saw it was Joan Franks, who always HAD dreamed of being a doctor. 'The dancers began their frantic dance of death and as they reached the fever pitch of frenzied motion, a second figure appeared. It was the voodoo priestess Edith Brown. As she raised her arms in prayer, a low moaning came from the natives. The chant grew louder and shriller. Sud- denly the priestess dropped her arms, which was the signal for the fire beneath the cauldron to be lighted. One of the dancers gracefully leaped through the air with a burn- ing torch and as she knelt to ignite the logs, I discovered that it was Beverly Wilkes. 'It was not until then that I noticed the man bound securely in the pot. As the flames leaped higher and hotter, he gave an agonized scream that chilled my bones. Then I knew. It was Wild Bill Barnick, the famous adventurer-explorer, who had finally been captured by the natives. Suddenly there was an interruption. Two men, dressed in the gray uniform of the U. S. postman, staggered wearily into the center of the group. It was Norman and Kenneth Fowle, who had iourneyed all over the world to deliver a telegram to Wild Bill. As he opened the tattered envelope I glanced swiftly at the contents. Six words plainly written said: Greetings, You have iust been drafted. 'At that moment my televisor seemed to act strangely and slowly the earth faded from view. Upon examination I found that one of my radar tubes had burned out, but I was satisfied, for now I had again seen all my old class- mates.' And that concludes Dr. Fueglein's report. So with lotions of love, I remain your New Moon correspondent, Victor Pikus. THE END