Geneva High School - Aquila Yearbook (Geneva, OH)

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THE AQUILA 1939 Class Prophecy Broadway lnn Geneva, Ohio June I, i960 Dear Classmate of '39, The Lake Erie World's Fair, the most stu- pendous, magnificient, amplitudinous, super- collossal world's fair of this century or any other century is being held in your home town of Geneva. Since the Canal has been com- pleted, Geneva has grown by leaps and bounds. You owe it to yourself to come back and visit your home town. You wouldn't recognize the place. Yesterday as l walked down the midway, whom should I meet but Mrs. Jane Barrow Steele and Ellen Beer at the Florida Exhibit where Sophie Latak was dipping orange sher- bet. Jane is happily married while Ellen is still stepping out with Edgar Dennison, the most eligible bachelor in Geneva. We all wanted to see Harry Scott's famous Hula Dancers so we took a bus which hand- some Witter Moon was driving. He told us all about Witter, Jr. and the baby and in- formed us the best place to leave our kids, is Alta Dusenberry's nursery where Agnes Kelly is the English governess. When we ar- rived at the show, Bob Geho was barking for the Hula Hula's and Dan Donovan, who is now mayor of Footville, was stepping up to buy a ticket. When we had found the ex- cellent seats to which Emma Penhollow had ushered us, we discovered we were seated be- side Frances Peterson and Rosalie Christian. Several rows in front of us, we glimpsed Carl Behling knitting some socks. Frances was on a vacation from John Hopkins Hospital after nursing Tyrone Power back to health, now that old age is creeping upon him, and Rosalie is a teacher of math at Western Reserve University. What connection Hula Hulas have with nursing and math we don't know, but anyway Scotty has a great show and all for a quarter. We left, with our search for entertainment well satisfied, but not our appetites. We de- cided to stop at the miniature Waldorf Astoria. On the way, we were detained by Martha Jean Rollins, who insisted upon an- alyzing our hand writing. At last we arrived at the Waldorf Astoria. Who should greet us but Carl Price, the head waiter. We were given delightful seats and Louise Jeppe, the hostess, presented our menus. Perhaps she remembered her old classmates as she care- fully counted the number of menus as well as twenty-three spoons, both before and after. We gave our order and then Glenadore Chapman furnish- ed some supper music. She came to our table and introduced Ruth Johnson, her pianist. When our steak and mushrooms arrived, I knew the unmistakable aroma of Robert Matteson's recipe. And so they were! After finishing the last morsel of Bob's delicious mushrooms, it was necessary to return to Broadway Inn which, by the way, is under the expert management of Mary Cauffield, be- fore visiting Hal Swartz's nite club. Ellen Beer suddenly remembered that she had a business letter to be written so we made our way toward the Chamber of Commerce. Whom should we find but Eva Duplay ready and willing to take our dictation. After chat- ting about old times we finally arrived at the hotel. Freshening up a bit we made a bee line for Hal's nite club. ls it a beauty! And the music - ohooo, even l wanted to dance after traversing the fair grounds all day. It was the unmistakable beauty of Betty Brott and her Melody Snycopators, who have en- deared themselves to the American public. As a special act Charles DeWolf was trying to win Dorothy Lamour's affections with his Charles McCarthy, but Dot seems partial to Edgar Bergen. Well, we can't all be success- ful in love! Back to the hotel, tired but happy from seeing all of my old friends, and who do you suppose was registering at the desk! None other than Albert William Ford, who is now President of the Ford Motor Company. He had brought his own private secretary, Yir- ginia Fleming with him. They both seemed extremely spry after Zl years of work and toil to make the Ford Motor Company the or- ganization it is today. ln the morning I was awakened by the cry of news boys yelling Extra Extra First Woman Lawyer Appears Before the U. S. Supreme Court. I hurried to buy a paper and discovered that our own Pauline Vian was the famous lady in person, and she was en- deavoring to get Don Cirino out of Alcatraz. Poor Don! We know it's all a mistake! As I glanced over the paper I noticed that Dortha Cromwell was running for Governor of Ohio. I know one vote she'll get. There was Lucille Starkey's name on the front page for winning the Pulitzer Prize with her autobiography, Memories of My Childhood. You know me, l simply couldn't miss the society page and here it was announced that Frank Gornick

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THE AQUILA 1939 and Mary Spring were at last married, and by their old school friend, Reverend Gerald Jeppe. At last I finally arrived at the funnies and here was a serial drawn by Evelyn Stone- burner. lf the heroine doesn't look like Bar- bara Stricklerl Apropos, Barb has a lovely beauty salon on the second floor of Broad- way Inn. For the furtherance of my educa- tion I gleaned the editorial and found it was written by Esther Fisher, and here was a column on vocational guidance which Rosalie Charkoff edited. It was late by this time so I hurried down stairs to a delicious breakfast of ham and eggs, which Edna Lord had pre- pared expecially for me. Were they goodl Another interesting day at the Fairl Be- ginning with the Hall of Science, Dick Stiles surprised me by trying to get my opinions on Einstein's theory. He hasn't changed much! Farther in the building I found Howard Hul- bert displaying a new type of arch support and in the Agricultural Department was Gor- don Spade demonstrating the proper method of raising double tomatoes. Lillian Lathrop was demonstrating the new uses for glass in synthetic materials to her feminine audience in another room, while Bus Waite was demon- strating the comforts of stream lined trains with a toy model. Will he ever grow up? At last I departed from the Science building much enlightened upon the present state of our old class mates. I hadn't walked a hundred yards before I came upon Joe Sintic, the tatoo man, and Eliabeth Spinelli, the vendor of souvenir iewelry. I left the tatoos for another day. Down the street was Lucy Thomas drawing sketches and I didn't hear a single person say, Now, that doesn't look a thing like me. Why you knowo LL . Lucy has the tech- nique, she makes them all beautifull Suddenly every one started dashing toward the roller skating rink, where Evelyn Migie is giving an exhibition, so I dashed, too. ln the middle of the crowd was Bob Noirot with his '39 Plymouth convertible and IO dozen of his choicest eggs from his Jefferson farm completely smashed when Bob wound himself around a telephone pole. Dick Nash was on hand with his ambulance which was not need- ed and LeRoy Balliet carried away the re- mains with his wrecker. Tom Westlake, offi- cial detective, was snooping around but found no incriminating evidence except the broken eggs and telephone pole. Eleven o'clock was the hour set to choose the most beautiful blond. As I hurried to find a front seat l saw a gentleman pacing up and down the boardwalk with his hands behind him. He had long blond locks and beard and was reciting something to himself. l seated myself between Jeanne Yearley and Helen Price Korver, the office widow, and asked Jeanne who the man might be. She informed me that he was Warren Ashley, who had recently been chosen poet laureate of Harvard and that he always found his greatest inspiration along the shores of Lake Erie. Jeanne has become a well-known dietician. Helen and I were deciding who among the girls had the most pulchritude when Jean Ebs ap- peared. She started reminicing about ZO years ago today when she had won first prize in just such a contest. A tired, nervous, but prosperous looking business man took a seat in front of us. I recognized his face so, acci- dentally on purpose, I knocked his hat 'til he turned around. It was none other than Gordon Kissman, who was taking his first vacation in IO years from his work as chief engineer for General Electric. We bought some hot dogs from Marian Henderson and hurried over to the girl's swim- ming events. Here was Florence Tomsic tak- ing first place in high diving. I met Orla Jean Martin who was telling of some poor Latin student she was teaching, and Jeannette Tyler who is celebrating her 2Oth wedding an- niversary today. The three of us stayed to see Frank Zima's Stanford athletes perform on the high-board while Frank Giangicoma was rubbing them with oil. He is the official trainer and hasn't lost much of his red hair yet. Ruth Hazen happened along about that time and informed us that just I5 years ago yesterday she had promised to love, honor, and obey her bosses' son. We all decided congratulations were due John Korver, chief executive of the fair, so the six of us called on him. As we walked through his outer office, we noticed Verna Gaines typing rapidly and Betty Prince usher- ed us to the door of the Mr. Korver. Be- hind a modernistic desk was the toil-worn executive with his feet resting comfortably upon the desk, mint julep in his hand and cigar in his mouth. Oh, to be in his placel Bob Fuller was studying the plans and blue prints he had drawn while John was explain- ing the purpose of the fair to us. John asked me to write this epistle to you, urging you to visit him and his fair lhe's mar- ried now, so don't rush girlsl as we drank a toast to the class of '39 the most successful class in the history of Geneva High School. Sincerely, Virginia Mae Webb Advertising Manager twenty-four