Hampton High School - Krabba Yearbook (Hampton, VA)

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Feeling tired and thirsty, I went across the street to the Royal Billiard Parlor, W. Cardwell, prop., where 1 saw Jack Kelly and Frank Whitley serving the thirsty from behind the bar. In front of the room I found William Schell, tIre singing barber, cutting the hair of William Albert Johnson, manager of the world ' s champions, the New York Hankies. Billy, who works at “Still Here” in the winter stated that prospects for next year’s team were rather good. I saw Rosser Mitchell, one of the town’s leading young business men, getting his shoes shined by William Laws, the bootblack. Rosser said that he had found business so prosperous that he had added Elizabeth Cox to his secretarial staff that already has such competent members as Ella Hobbs, Fairy Stiles, and Anna Wharton. 1 left the pool room and meandered along the street. In the crowd I saw Mrs. Edward Kraus, the former Mae Linsig, ami Mrs. John Green, the former Elizabeth Bradley. On a large poster I saw an advertisement of Grand Opera, featuring Miss Dorothy Obrey. Miss Obrey will be accompanied by Miss Eva Lake Drummond, violinist, and M ss Anne Lewis, pianist. Feeling in need of entertainment I went to the new Bioli Theater where Shirlee Jenkens, the Wampas baity star, and Joe Carpenter, the man who took the place of Gable in Hollywood, were featured in “Hollywood Hotcha.” On a plaque in the lobby I noticed th e names of Harold Howard, architect, and Otto Horstmann, interior decorator. I went into the theater and was shown a seat by one of the ushers, Eddie Evans. Before the lights went out I saw one of the movie’s most militant censors, the Rev. Mr. Robert Fogleman. Milly Luther and Thelma Irwin sat behind him, eating peanuts and laughing at the preacher’s solemn expression. In the news reel I saw a picture of Dorothy Gammack, the national president of the D. A. R. Then there flashed on the screen the pictures of the Misses Leona Corbett and Lucy Baker, intrepid missionaries who recently returned from revolt-torn China. Next came a picture of the distinguished scientist. Dr. John Dickinson, who recently discovered a new serum for the prevention of scarlet fever. In this he was helped a great deal by his assistant. Miss Helen Gage. I enjoyed the main picture thoroughly. The part where the maid. Frances Smith, allowed the butler, Gene Trueblood, to kiss her, smiled, and then smacked him with a one-two to the cheek, was especially well acted. I left the theater and went to the Quinn Hotel where 1 saw the prowling house dectective, Norman Tullington, talking to the head porter, Frank Welch. I bought a bar of “Goodrich Goodies” at the lobby news stand where Mildred Tieman was presiding. I then went to the desk to inquire about Charlie Christy, business manager of the Bransford Balloon Corporation, and was informed by the clerk, Wade Myers, that I could find him in room 281. As I rode up in the elevator I thought 1 saw a familiar figure and when 1 stepped out I saw that the elevator girl was Mae Baxley. I knocked at room 281 and was told to come in. 1 entered and there stood Kenneth Taylor, advertising manager, dictating to his private secretary, Helen Fuller. He explained that Christy was unable to come, but as reservations had been made, he came in Charlie’s place. We had a good talk and I learned that Pauline Gunther had recently opened an apparel shop, specializing in spats. I left there and went to the dining room where I ate my evening meal. My waitress was another schoolmate. Ruby Baggett. She greeted me with a smile and told me they were featuring Dooley’s Delight, a delicious mixture of foods, known only to the creator, Rose Mary Dooley. After a most enjoyable meal I paid the cashier, Annette Griffin, and left the hotel. As 1 left I saw Jimmy Fraser, the well known gigolo, sneaking down the fire escape.

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Prophecy of the Senior Class of 1935 I woke with a start, dressed in a rush, hurried to the office, and then re¬ membered—today was the celebration of the firm’s silver anniversary and the boss had declared a holiday for all of the firm. I started out, when all at once a vaguely familiar figure passed. Was it, it was Mr. Thorpe! Could it possibly be ten years since I left Hampton High School? I stopped at a nice looking restaurant for breakfast and was treated to another shock. There stood Gloria Rose with a waitress’ apron. Questions poured from my lips. She laughed and then explained that the restaurant was owned by Raymond Brittingham, and that some of the other waitresses were Jacque Mingee, Ozelle Turner, Alice Wallace, and Daisy Ellis. I leisurely finished my breakfast, started to pay for the meal, and found myself staring at Grace Tennis, the cashier. I sauntered down the street anti stopped in front of a large power plant that was being erected by the firm of N. Wood and L. Wood. N. Wood turned out to be Neil, our old senior president. He was in charge of the construction work. L. Wood was Laurence, who was in charge of all the electrical work. Chris Steger, electrical foreman, had Bernard Rawlins, Bill Cole, Homer Riggins, Raymond Snow, and James Lee working hard, installing large turbine engines. Roy Price had just been fired for being late, three days in a row, without an excuse. Frank Roberts, knowing of his value, immediately engaged him as a service man in his electrical supplies store. I followed Frank to his store and found he had as his secretary, Valentine Fullman. Alma Woodward was one of the clerks and I saw George McGehee working in the stockroom. Leaving there I wandered on down the street until I came to a newspaper stand where I saw several copies of “Sportania,” edited by Alfred Hughes, and “The New Times,” edited by Loraine Guy. I became very much interested in an article written by Diantha Raymond stating that “Every Woman Should Carve A Career.” The opposite article, “Every Woman Should Hook A Husband,” was written by Mrs. A. S. Miller, formerly Ann Hardy. She is the wife of Al Miller, former All-American halfback at V. P. I. In “News from Hampton, Virginia,” I saw that Miss Amelia Lewis, in¬ structor in the Latin department, and Miss Frances Collier, instructor in the math department, are planning a tour of Canada immediately after the close of school. Suddenly I looked up and there stood Sarah Cross, the news clerk, giving me a dirty look, and seeming to ask me if I wanted to buy something or was just reading everything in the store without a library card. As I walked out of the store reading an articl e “How To Put On Weight,” by Elizabeth Herman, I bumped into Selma West and Marguerite Darden, the town’s two most popular dress models who refuse to be tied down by a husband. 1 asked them where they were going and they said they were hurrying to get some groceries before the A. P. closed. Having nothing else to do, 1 went with them to see if I could be of any assistance. I went in the store and found that Joe Peake was the store manager and Billy Robinson was manager of the meat department. While in there, I beard a terrible noise and looking around, I saw Airs. Albert Joynes, formerly Elizabeth Clark, and Mrs. Ernest Houston, formerly Eleanor Lewis, arguing over who first saw the extra firm bead of cabbage they both wanted to buy.

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I boarded a street car and found myself face to face with Ira Ewell, the conductor. On the car I saw Mary Brittingham, and Marguerite Carter, two hard working typists on their way home after a long day’s work. I got off at Dichtel’s “Big Bad Wolf Night Club” and went inside where I met George Askew ' , pilot of the “Luxury Liner,” crack transcontinental plane, designed by Stephen Knowles. I checked my bat with the hat-check girl who was none other than Nancy Beattie. Then I walked inside where 1 noticed Mrs. Tom Cramer, formerly Kitty Phillips, sitting at a table near the dance floor ' . At a nearby table 1 saw Lieutenant Harrington Cochran with Marie Lamb. Ensign Billy Moore and Lieutenant C. L. Moseley were wandering around enjoying everything and missing nothing. Norris Martin, master of ceremonies, introduced the floor show. The first number was a tap-dance by Charley Gerrity. Then in came the chorus, featuring the acrobatic antics of the Ferrell twins, Edith and Helen. The next and final number was a beautiful rendition of “Trees” by the renowned tenor, Milton Beimler. The orchestra then struck up a fast piece and the floor was soon filled with dancers. In the orchestra I noticed Wilton Born, banjo, and Eugene Goldstein, saxaphone. The cigarette girl, Betty Bond, came up and told me that Betty Sinclair was the designer of all the costumes used in the stage show. She also informed me that Wilson Wright was in charge of all the staging for the floor show. I noticed a great crush in one section ol the dance floor and hurried to see the great attraction. It was only Jane Sinclair, getting her regular rush. 1 saw Frances Woodley, the club hostess, all in a flurry. She told me that one of the chours girls had just fainted. Just then Dr. Edwin Windier came up and 1 saw Frances give a sigh of relief. She knew the case was in the hands oi a competent doctor. I started walking home and on my way I bumped into Irene Andrews, Annabel Johnson, Chaunca Franklin, and Alberta Ketchum who were coming from a meeting of the Sit’n Chatter Club. As I passed through the heart of the town I saw one small shop that was still lighted. I peeped in and there was Pollyanna Kelly, in her pet shop, trying to sell Betsie Johnson a parrot. Rowena Rogers, a clerk, was disgustedly pointing a finger at a blue eagle as if to say, “The N. R. A. says forty-eight hours shall be the maximum working time for any clerk.” Next door I noticed a pawn shop. I looked in and there stood J. B. Bain try¬ ing to get a loan on some jeweled cuff links. The pawnbroaker, Hudgins West, seemed very reluctant to give the amount asked for. On the next street corner a policeman, Carl Thomas, was arresting Lee Smith for disturbing the peace. The complainant, Miriam Vick, said she could stand his bass horn, but when he started a one-man band at midnight, that was too much. Mary Elliott, a neighbor of Lee’s was insisting that the music was not disturbing the peace, but was full of real beauty. Mildred Laws, a waitress in a nearby all-night lunch¬ room, was frankly enjoying the spectacle. Elsie White, a reporter for the “Tribune” was quickly taking down all the facts. Just before I came to my apartment 1 saw Elizabeth Harper, Margaret Hicks, Mary Robins, and Frances Wynne. They explained that they were on the early morning shift in the Runless Hosiery Mills. When 1 entered the apartment I saw Doris Cooper, the new combination clerk and switchboard operator. Before I went to bed I thought of a wonderful thing. By a quirk of fate I had seen all of my fellow classmates of old H. H. S. Donald Van Horn