Gloversville High School - Oracle Yearbook (Gloversville, NY)

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JUNE 1937 29 ioggz Class Prophecy Scene: Fonda R. R. Station. Time: Tenth hour, tenth day, tenth month, ten years from now. As I opened the door ot' n1y taxi, I glanced at my watch - why, it was only 10 a. m., and my train wouldn't arrive until 11:56! That meant that I would have to waste two dull hours in a dusty old railroad station. I dreaded to enter, but .the passing Ilocatelli Iiimited sprinkled so much tar dust in my eyes that I had to make tracks for the nearest door. I handed my money to the ticket agent with- out looking up, and received my ticket together with a complimentary circular proclaiming the wonders of Caroga Iiake, Rendezvous of the Elite . 641,111 sure you will find it a delightful place, said Fld Fliegel, the man behind the window. I thanked him and sat down on a rickety corner bench right next to a meek little couple with seven shining offsprings who were eating their lunches out of shoe boxes. VVhy, hello! - It's little Mama Jane Brown and Papa Bob Iieaeh sporting a mailman's outfit! After recovering from surprise, I nervously puttered around with my luggage, moving it in under the bench. I was astounded by a gruff, Hey goilie! Keep yer lousy t'ings outta here, see? emerging from underneath. I took a look and - horrors! It was Gene C. Goosen, reclining beneath a blanket ol' yesterday 's Mislcadcr-Rcpfublicrm. Feeling guilty because of the inconvenience caused by n1y presence to all concerned, I saun- tered aimlessly over to the bulletin board. There was a poster, conspicuously lettered 'WVANTED -Harold Sherman, alias Two-Time Tonnny, for bigamy - S500 reward . This was a bit too much for me. So I bought a copy of the Misleader and settled down peacefully in a secluded corner to read. But the front page news was far from peaceful. Glaring black headlines screamed: ' NATALIIC FINN SHOOTS LOCAL l'lQl'M BER CAUSE IINKNOIVN MERRY IYIDGIV AIIIJRICY RROTT MEPITS IVATERIDO Heartbreaker Russ IVilmarth Refuses to Give Her 'Divorce At the bottom of the page was a review of the year's best seller - Gone With The IVine, by Martha Tate. The editorial, titled Innocence is Bliss , was written by none other than lflditor Dick Furlong. I was overwhelmed to read among the theatre notices that the new smash hit. Love is ICternal . starred two of. my old friends - John Romeo Sehrieher and Mary Juliet Seouten, with minor roles held by Marie Close and Bob Venner. I also read that Elsie Ritter was playing the part ol' the manicurist in The Barber of G-ville at the new Gloversvillc Opera House recently donated by Senator Sutliff. Suddenly several fiashes of brilliant light made me jump to my feet. Two dozen odd photographers were pursuing a celebrated com- edienne who had just arrived on the 10:32. They clamored for the star to remove her dark glasses and beret a la Garbo and - suprise! it was Jane Murphy, accompanied by secretary Marie Hilden- brand and personal maids Marion Yanllellon, Rose Costes and Jean Cook. Some of these pic- ture boys - who proved, by the way, to be ex- GHS Seniors Dick Slade, Carl Snook, David Roberts and Gurdon Parsons - were stirred a a moment later by the arrival of another star ot' the silver screen. It was Buck Collie of the wild and wooly NVesterns, who had decidedthatl it wasn't wise to ride any more, returning home with his rootin', tootin', shootin' cowboy: pals Felix Puterman and Ben Reitzesu- f A ' In the midst of all this excitement two masked' men slunk into the station. But in spite of the

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28 THE ORACLE Last Will and Testament Rnom All men bu Gfhese Dresents: We, the proud, stately, grand and 0.I'fIlt6ll 1.0577 Graduating Class of Glotfcrwizfillc High School, lacing of questioamlnly sound mimi, reason- ably sounfl rlispositiofn, anrl collectively sound liofly, and not acting mzrlcr fraufl, duress, menace, or the mzfluc iufluicincc of liquor, rlo llcrclzy make, pulilisli, owl rlcclorc this momentous flocumcuf our fmt, last, owl only Will and Testament, and do llf'l'lH'flllI'lll'l1 girc and llcqucuth the following: l ins'r: To the budding Class of '38 a worthy goal for which to strive--that dizzy pinnacle ol' success an d accomplishment, surpassing all others, achieved only by our graduating Seniors. Sncoxnz Also to the Junior Class the occupa- tion, control, and complete mastery of the second Hoor of the school building-where the Sopho- mores fear to tread - oh yeah '? Tninn: To Mr. Vfarde the privilege of scrap- ing together as numerous and impressive a bunch of aspirants for glory on the cinder paths as has been his fortune this year. Fou1:1'H: To Duke Miller, our mighty and masterful mentor of brain, brawn and breathing exercises, the hope for a more successful athletic season than this past one has been. l ir'ri-lx To Miss Tefft the task of choosing t'rom the ranks of the class of '38 two such able and polished troupers to play the leads in the next Senior Play production as Gene Goossen and Dolores Havlick were in Seventeen , SIXTH: To Mr. Campaigne, our able journal- istic advisor, a younger and more eager group of cub reporters for him to tear his hair over in the process of molding them into a compact, eliicient, smooth-running Herald staff. Snvnxru: 'l'o Mr. Yickery a fresh crop of test-tube breakers and nitric-acid spillers, who will undoubtedly muddle things up generally and make life perilous for innocent bystanders in the yChemistry lab. ' EIGHTH: To Mr. Young, the Safety ,Driving teacher, a brand-new bunch of budding motorists to complete the wreck of that antiquated vintage oi' 'QT Chrysler over in the l'lstee Auto Shop. NINTH : 'l'o Mr. lferguson the right to enthrall many another History C class with his thrilling lilood-aiid-thunder tale of death and destruction, entitled, llow I iWon the NYar Single-Handedng or, Kaiser Bill, Here I Come! 33 TENTH: To Mr. Crandall and the rest of the Faculty our most sincere thanks and undying gratitude for making our years within the portals of GHS some of the happiest we have yet experienced. And now, ye lowly Juniors land Sophomores, tooli, hearken to these gems ot' benevolence which certain individual Seniors condescend to let fall to you - like a few welcome drops ot' rain falling from a brazen sky upon the parched desert sands beneath: 1. Dick Furlong, head man ot' the llerald staff, bestows upon some worthy successor to the throne, as yet unnamed, the right to take up the torch in the still-raging battle against dat ol' debbil Mimeograph. 2. Chuck Getman, nonchalantly as is his wont, leaves his masterful redhead tech- nique to any aspiring young man who cares to go on the make for some carrot- topped lassie. Louis Gattie is the most likely recipient of this magnanimous gift, but, as he himself remarked, Pm no red- head specialistg I'll take on anything! 3. Audrey Brott confers upon some slightly terriftie Junior eoquette the right to in- trigue most of our brawny gridiron heroes as she has done so ably. At this writing, Jane Gillis seems to be the most logical successor. 4. Harold Sherman bequeaths a supertlous portion of his masterful tactics with the fair sex to the one Junior liothario who can handle the assignment -- none other than Billy Oberg! 5. Elsie Buff bestows solne of her ability as a quibbler, that inexhaustible supply ot' energy, and her astounding facility of be- ing many places at one and the same time on that bustling 1nan-about-the-school, M r. Howard Stanton. Also she leaves her Oracle editor's post to a little lassie who, after doing yeoman service as assistant ed. for two years, certainly rates the job - Jean McCabe. 6. Milt, Lazarus leaves a bit ot' that healthy Florida tan to any Junior who looks as though he needs it. 7. Jane Murphy and Florence Speare, officially deadlocked for the title of GlslS Giggler No. l , donate their inimitably

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30 THE ORACLE masks their identity was a dead giveaway, I could easily tell it was Charles Smith and William Schrader. I heard a familiar scream- why, those bandits were robbing Eleanor Baker of her jewels! This was too much for my constitution. I picked up my paper again - but this time to fan myself. Peace settled over the station once more. But it didn't last long, for soon I was forced to slump down in my seat to escape the horrid tobacco fumes coming from IVa1t Silvers' pipe. iWalt was sitting next to friend Squeak,' Steele, and both were on their way to the Elks' convention in Kansas with brother Elks Hem- street, Henry, Hilly and Hennelly. Their train soon pulled in, and they departed very hastily. Their places were immediately filled by gossip columnist Doris Seney, author of the daily news feature Between the Munitionsn, and her two strapping bodyguards, Martin Geraghty and Al- fred NVashburn. From the venemous glances of her column's latest victims, homewrecker Winnie Robinson, man-about-Mayfield Donald Brunner and Broadalbin divorcee Eleanor Swarts, Doris certainly needed two huskies to watch over her. Just then I was aroused by the noise outside the station and looked up to see what was coming into my life. It was none other than Morris Robb, followed by the state's star football eleven, the G-ville Giants. I recognized among them such stellar gridiron heroes as Joe Kovarick, Dick Hanft, Howard Snook, Johnny Steele and waterboy Joe Nicholas. When this excitement had died down some- what, whom should I see lugging their suitcases but Bev Hine and Jeanne Bernard, waiting for a train to carry them to the Prom at Annapolis, where they hoped to find their P. M. I was startled by the sudden appearance of an extremely sophisticated looking person who spoke to me as though she knew me. This turned out to be Lorrayne Hand, now Mrs. Benjamin IVerthma.n, who was just returning from her fiftieth trip abroad. As women will, we became engaged in conversation, and were soon dishing the dirt to beat the cars. Lorrayne called my attention to a poster with the following printed in huge red letters: ONE DAY ONLY July 7, 1947 FEIT AND BLANCHARD'S FOUR-RING CIRCUS Featuring Such Stars as MYRON DEVENBURGH-The Living Skeleton DONALD TREVETT-Successor to Arbuckle MILTON LAZARUS-- The Original One Long Tan Peanuts on Sale by Mr. Harold Hopkins ADMISSION 250 I noticed next to this placard a picture of Jo E. Autilio smilingly displaying sparkling white teeth brushed twice daily with Painter's Tooth Powder. Hearing a great commotion, I looked up to see Shirley Brunner enter the station, followed by her meek, diminutive, and extremely hen- peeked husband, Mr. Keith Houserman. Shirley was doing all the talking as usual. Suddenly she whirled on her spouse quick as a flash and knock- ed him flat with a pile-driving punch to the but- ton. A crowd gathered about the prone figure on the floor. Then in blew reporter Marv Lif- shutz yelling, XVhat's happened? Let me through, willya? Dr. Elsie Buff then shoved her way through the crowd followed by her nurse, Mildred Seelow. I'm afraid he's dying, Dr. Buff announced after an examination. Rev. Edward IV. Miller appeared, and knelt down be- side Housermang at the sound of his voice Keith regained consciousness and started yelling for his lawyer, Dolores Havliek. Finally Joe Cris- tiano, successor to Taylor and Gable in the movies, took Mr. Houserman home in his own 48-cylinder Silver Streak. Then porter Patsy Semione entered with a broom to clear up the remains of the brawl. I suddenly noticed that this waiting room was equipped with a dilapidated vintage of '23 radio. Lee Neivert, who was sitting next to Elmer Pas- sino in a corner, nudged him gently in the ribs and said, C'mon toots, let's swing it!', lfllmer got up and turned on the radio. And what should issue forth from the loudspeaker but the melodious strains of Chuck Getman's Swing Venders, accompanied by the voices of the Three Little Asparagus Tips, none other than Ann Politsch, Viva Hunt and Helen Topliff, singing an old favorite entitled He Ain't Got Rhythm, which referred, no doubt, to -the old maestro himself! . p I