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

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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

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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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