Halsted School - Gingko Leaf Yearbook (Yonkers, NY)

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having such celebrities inside me and I cruised along at a comfortable, moderate speed, letting all my kinsfolk take a good look at my occupants. After dropping them off at their respective destinations, I turned into my favorite parking space in front of the Belvedere I-Iotel. What then should I behold, but the distinguished owner of the Split Rock Lodge in the Pocono Niountains, jane Affleck, and her school chum, Ray Darmstadt. Ray had been practicing for the Olympic Ski jumping contests in Norway, on jane's ski jumps at the lodge. Ray is our greatest hope towards winning the title and cup. jane was on business to discuss the opening up of three more such centers as Split Rock. She always did have quite a mind for business Qwhere there was recreation aroundj and I believe she'll really make a go at them. jane got into the car and I drove away. I-Ier destination was to see her two cousins Ann and Hibbard Affleck. I pulled up in front of the Club Rendezvous where she tolcl me I Iibbard was giving a demostration of hypnotism. I-Ie was proving the power of the mind over the body. I-Ie was on the stage and had just finished hypnotizing Fred Astaire into thinking he was the great dancer, Paul Knepfer. He danced gracefully around with the popular dancing star, Ann Affleck, who owned the nationally acclaimed Affleck Dance Studios. jane sat down at one of the tables and was soon accompanied by Dick Walters, owner of the Club. Dick was in keen competition these days with the Latin Quarter, Copa Cabana, and Stork Club, and was hiring talent for his shows from all over the world. The two of them reminisced old times as they had a snack to eat. They were joined by Bob Tutoni, who was now rated as top jockey in the U.S. 'KThe Cat had bought himself a ranch out west and was now breeding race horses. The next day I was sent on an excursion to the airport where the dairyman from Wisconsin, Torn Cahillane had just landed in his jet-o-cruiser. I-Ie was on business so I drove him to the Borden Milk Company. It's about time now for you to start asking, But how could this taxi know these different people?', I-Iere's the answer. Another depression had occurred since 1952 and because of shortages, we were forced to buy some old parts from the junkyard to replace the Wornout ones. These parts happened to belong to I-Iibys Plymouth, Alis Nash, and Ray's Studebaker. They were inserted into my chassis and for this reason, I am able to recognize and tell about the different persons. The weeks rolled by for me and nothing happened, until one day this athlete of a man jumped into the car and hollered at my driver to get to Madison Square Garden on the double. His name was none other than Al DelBello, the famous Forward for the New York Knickerbockers. I-Ie was to play tonight. I-Ie told my driver that he was meeting two of the world's geatest painters, jeanne Siconolh and jean Rathgeb, after the game so that they might paint a portrait of him. This painting was just a sideline for jean Rathgeb, as she was a secretary most of the time. Ieanne Siconolfi, however, had built a name for herself around her paintings and was renowned throughout the world. Well, thatys the way life goes in the 'big city'-new places to go, familiar faces to recall, and life that has so many surprises. I only wish that we automobiles could live as long as human beings, but after all, how can we, when we're driven to death by them, In concluding my story I'd like to leave you with a well known proverb: If you are unable to travel the road to success, you can at least refrain from scattering tacks along the roadf'

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enior Praplbesy The headlines blasted i'U.N. Celebrates 20th Year-Originated '45. Truman Dead From Long Illness After Republicans Took Office. Newsboys shouted the news on the corners of this great metropolis, N. Y. C. This is the year l965 and, although war has slackened somewhat during the last ten years, the people of this world are still nervous due to the uncertain circumstances which face them. People run around like chickens with their heads cut off. In my life, neither the hurrying around nor the financial worries of life bothered me. You see, in my profession, I have little to say in the matter of what happens to me, although I see new people and places everyday. My life profession is that of making the rounds of N. Y. C. as a taxicab. Why just the other day, I was cruising along in downtown N. Y. when two cars were approaching an intersection, one going east and the other west. The meeting of the two cars can be termed as a grand reunion, and I might add, it was the last meeting either car was ever to have again. I learned that the two drivers were Dave Dreier and Pete Wagner. This reunion was a double treat for they had not seen each other since the good old schcol days at I-Ialstedf' It was funny that they hadn't met before, for both have been competing in Stock Car Racing. As I sat there taking in the sight, an ambulance drove up next to me, in fact, just skinning me. I almost swallowed my spark plugs. This is New York though, and I suppose l'll have to become accustomed to it. Well, who should jump out but Dr. Charles Aitcheson with his private nurse, Barbara Klein. Both looked very distinguished in their white uniforms and offered their assistance to both Dave and Pete. Charlie was now interning at the N. Y. Hospital and in a few years, planned to have his own practice. The two took the drivers up to the 3rd floor where Carolyn Cline, the ex-model-turned-nurse, was conversing with Eleanor Winters, another nurse. They cared for the two drivers during their stay there. While cruising along one day, I saw an MD. license plate in front of my grille work, and looking up with my big white eyes, saw the refiection of Carol Pennington through the mirror. She had a practice out in the country and was visiting on an emergency case. Marilyn Carneol was seated beside her with a small shild seated upon her lap. Marilyn was fast becoming the foremost psychologist of the nation. You know, many people these days drive as if the finance company was after them- and it probably is. A car in St. Paul had a driver who refused to pay the bill after he'd had his auto pulled out of a swamp by a towing service,-so the service promptly returned the car to the scene and shoved it right back into the swamp. A typical car's life. And so life rolled on, day after day, new faces to see and new places to go. One day I was sent on a trip to the U.N. Building where I was to pick up Lorraine Appleyard, the French interpreter, and drive her to Trygve Lie's home for a social gathering. By being a French interpreter, Lorraine was meeting some of the most important people in the world. One sunny day my door was flung open and in jumped the famous concert pianist, Alex Markovich, who directed me to the Metropolitan Opera House, where he was giving an appearance. From the opposite side, a young looking jerry Lewis with his partner, popped into the car. This was an understatement for they proved to be jesse Ryan and Frank Ardanowski, the celebrated comedians of stage, screen, and radio. I really felt proud

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Class Ilistory This outstanding graduating class of '52 was Hrst recognized in the year 1948. It had its beginning as a practically all male group. It consisted of Charles Aitcheson, Ray Darmstadt, Alfred DelBello, Alex Markovich and Iean Rathgeb-the one lonely girl. You can imagine how relieved she was when in the freshman year she was joined by Lorraine Appleyard, Ann Afiieck, lane Allieck, Carolyn Cline, Barbara Klein and of course-I-libbard AHleck. We had our 'KCarnival that year and as everyone worked together to make it a success we got better acquainted and already felt as if we'd known each other for a long time. With Mrs. Slear as a Home Room teacher and good friend, our first year in High School was wonderful. We entered our Sophomore year quite enthusiastically with the thought of being one step closer to becoming high and mighty seniors. That was the year we took a morning off to go to Washington lrving's home at Sunnyside, under the guidance of Mrs. Munro. On our arrival back at school we were quite surprised to discover that we left two of our fellows behind. Charlie Aitcheson and Al DelBello walked into school later on that afternoon after hitch-hiking back form Irvington. It was that yea-r also that we went to see As You Like It, while Mrs. Murno was en- deavoring to make Shakespeare enthusiasts out of us. The following year, with Mrs. Munro as home room teacher, was hectic and happy as usual. We were joined by Dick Walters in September, by Iack Ryan-better known as Iesse-in February, and again in April by Ieanne Siconolh. And it was during the course of that year that Mrs. Munro made a valiant but futile attempt to teach us grammar. Our six-man football team came into being that year and proved itself by coming through with an undefeated season. Our Iunior year came to a close with Al DelBello being elected President of the Student Council and all of us breathing a sigh that all plans for the Senior Prom were successfully accomplished. Then came the greatest moment of our lives-We became Seniors. We were joined by Marilyn Carneol, Eleanor Winters, Frank Ardanowski, Dave Dreier, Paul Knepfefr, Pete Wagner, Bob Tutoni, Tom Cahillane, Doris LaPorte and Iohn Wegener. To make things perfect we were introduced to Mr. Iones who was to be our Home Room teacher and, as we later found out, a truly wonderful pal throughout the year. For quite a while we did our school work to the noise of bulldozers and steam shovels as our field was undergoing a change. It was being enlarged so that we'd be able to play some of our football games at home. But due to unforseen complications it hnsnit been completed as of yet. The outstanding event of the year was the dance we held on Dec. 8th to raise money for the Community Chest. We were so impressed after visiting the different agencies under the Chest that we were determined to do something to help. In order to make the dance bigger and better we asked for and got the aid of the other High Schools of Yonkers to support our plans. Thanks to the efforts of Mrs. Leonard and everyone who took part in the preparations, that night was a success, We raised 113148, which we were very proud to give to the Community Chest. At our traditional Vesper Service Barbara Klein portrayed Mary and Ray Darmstadt was chosen for Ioseph.