Hillside High School - Epoch Yearbook (Hillside, NJ)

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THE PHARUS OF NINETEEN TWENTY-F OUR Class Prophecy It was June, June with roses, June with its happy reminiscences, June with the first sweet fragrance of summer, June with its many joyous anti lingering memories. It seemed incredible that five years had slipped by. As I stood alone, breathing the delicate perfume of many roses, I was carried back to that June night of 1924. I saw again the gray caps and gowns, I felt that warm glow around the heart and that sense of superiority anti pride that filled us all when we were handed our diplomas— the thing for which we had striven for the past four years. I came back to earth with a jolt—I would be seeing them all again within a few moments. A t|ucer little sob arose in my throat and tears of happiness welled into my eyes. It was our fifth reunion and we were all keeping our promise—though made in a moment of jest—as sacred and dear. I did not know why I had been chosen Chairman of the Committee but I felt a certain pleasure in knowing that all had responded to the idea so enthusiastically. I counted them slowly over on my fingers, recalling many humorous and tender incidents about each. True enough, George X. would be one of the missing but I had forgiven him for he was serving as Advisory Engineer to the Government of Argentina. I had saved his letter to read to the rest when they arrived. I knew, too, that we would miss Hazel’s exaggerated chatter as she was touring Spain with her husband. A peculiarly familiar whistle greeted my ears. Could it be? Yes, it was Betzie and Eddie. “Holy Mackerel! We aren’t early are we?” I turned to Fred. How’s the shoe business, Fred? And how's the ‘Hillside Daily Journal,’ Eddie? I’ve noticed your editorials. They are simply great!” Just then a blue-uniformed boy on a bicycle rode up to the door, “Western Union. I read the message slowly with a horrible feeling of disappointment, wondering if there would be any more such aggravating missives. “Will arrive at 8:45. Sorry. Can’t make it in time for dinner. Tom.” But even as I folded the telegram a shining car drew up at the door and with a peculiar sense of elation I hurried to see the old noisy bunch alighting. And there, with all the rest, was Clayton, one of the best-known mechanical engineers in the East, disguised in a “Western Union” uniform. In amazement I realized that I had failed to recognize him. “Get my message, Ed?” questioned a familiar voice. There was a gasp and a chuckle from Betzie, “Holy Christmas, you sure put one over on her that time. Murph! How does it feel to be President of the Houston Oil Company?” A moment later Babe stepped out of the car humming softly. “For Christmas Sakes, Babe, cut out the agony,” grumbled Marcel who had been singing that air for a succesful season in “George White’s Scandals.” “Why shouldn’t I sing a song of my own composition?” Babe retorted. But here Eddie ended the argument by calling out, “Quite a difference in managing a track team and a big production, eh Whitey?” As George, himself, the successful manager stepped into view. Finally, Leslie, Yale’s crack basketball coach, spied Kidlets hidden behind Doug. “Let’s see if you’ve grown any, Kidlets, since stepping into the limelight as the most prominent cartoonist in America.” Just then Karl Linn and John Kranixfield arrived. Johnnie, as you know, has achieved national repute as a landscape gardener. 24

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THE PHARUS OF NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR Who’s Who Among the Seniors Most Popular Most Respected Most Executive Ability Most School Spirit Most Class Spirit Done Most for the Class Best Student Best Speaker Best Athlete Best Looking Brightest Hardest Worker Laziest Best Dresser Neatest Cutest Cleverest W ittiest Best Natured Most Generous Most Dignified Most Bashful Quietest Noisiest Best Dancer Biggest Bluffer Biggest Fusser Most Sensible Most Ladylike Most Gentlemanly Girls Edna Sherman Marion Compton Edna Sherman Mabel Broderick Edna Sherman Edna Sherman Lillian Meagher Edna Sherman Janet Winter Minerva Borden Mabel Broderick Clara Muddell Hazel Rallinson Alice Nuse Marion Compton M inerva Borden Mabel Broderick Elizabeth Ackerman Elizabeth Ackerman Clara Muddell Burnctta Ruddy Frances Roberts Frances Roberts Minerva Borden Minerva Borden Edna Sherman Hazel Rollinson Marguerite Heeseman Mabel Broderick Marion Compton ' Bovs Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Thomas Murphy Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Marcel Darche Edward Zusi John Kranixfield Karl Linn Marcel Darche Marcel Darche Arthur Thompson Thomas Murphy Paul T homas Fred Betz Fred Betz Douglas Haviland George Xanthaky Karl Linn John Kranixfield Fred Betz George Xanthaky Marcel Darche Douglas Haviland Edward Zusi Marcel Darche Thomas Murphy Choice Edward Zusi Marion Compton Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Thomas Murphy Tie Vote Edward Zusi Edward Zusi Janet Winter Minerva Borden Edward Zusi Clara Muddell Karl Linn Marcel Darche Marion Compton Arthur Thompson Thomas Murphy Paul Thomas Fred Betz Clara Muddell Tie Vote Karl Linn Frances Roberts Fred Betz George Xanthaky Hazel Rollinson Douglas Haviland Edward Zusi 23

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THE PH ARU S OF NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR Here comes the owner of Linn’s Slow Lunch, cried Doug. Karl blushed, a bright bcetlike color and embarrassedly retorted with the familiar Aw hey!” Then a brilliant thought struck him. “It pays better than being Manager of the Production Department for Colgate’s Tooth Paste.” Of course it was Doug's turn to blush but he brushed the subject aside hurriedly with, ‘‘Goodnight, the girls are late.” “Isn’t that Betty's giggle?” I asked. There was a period of laughter, greetings and noisy chatter. We learned that Betty was following in her mother’s footsteps and was becoming quite a popular politician; Mary Mac was winning Speed Contests for the Underwood Typewriter Company; Minerva and Mabel, still the two inseparables, were members of the faculty in Hillside High, the former teaching Trig.” and the latter, “Social Problems. Whitey chuckled softly and winked. Remember, in 'Pharus', our ‘We Wonder Why' column.” Everyone smiled and looked self-conscious. Whitey added whimsically, “We wonder why Nervie elected ‘Trig.’ in the first place.” Wo all laughed and grew reminiscent. A little later Joe Rosenblum, considered an authority on “Parliamentary Pro-ceedure,” since editing his book “Rosenblum's Rules of Order,” appeared on the scene accompanied by Anton, whose massive frame made us stare in awe. Tom, putting on a splendid show of bravery, cried. “We’re afraid of Anton,” and all of us answered promptly, “That’s a lot of bunk.” Anton had won the Inter-Collegiate Pugilistic Championship. We were getting ready to sit down to dinner when Lill and Paul came,—late, just for a change. Paul admitted that he was doing remarkably well in the real estate business and Betty asked, “What are you doing, Lill ?’’ I -ill's laugh rang out merrily, “I’m still doing something similar to the job I had in my Senior Year. She waited for the effect and then, slowly, “I’ve opened a Kandy Kitchen.” Janet appeared bedecked with numerous medals won in the Olympic Meets for Women. “Goodness gracious, how do you get them all?’’ questioned Mary Mac. “Fate, Fate,” mocked Joe. Accompanying Janet were Lena, Marguerite, Frances and our ever-busv Clara. Lena and Marguerite graduated from N. Y. U. last year and have been with the Guaranty Trust Company ever since. Clara told us of her experiences as Secretary to one of the big officials in the Pennsylvania Railroad System, but Frances, quiet as always, had to be coaxed into saying where she was. It was Marguerite who finally found out and made her admit, “Yes, Bristol-Myers is near at home, and it’s a mighty nice place to work in.” “But what do you do?” we questioned. “Oh I’m just Secretary to the Vice-President.” And Clara laughed Notice the ‘just,’ do you? “Where’s Miss Jones with the old Tin Liz?” someone asked. Betty sitting by the window jumped up excitedly, “Oh look! Speaking of angels, they are sure to appear!” We all rushed to see. Sure enough, there she was, and walking up the street just in back of her were Hubie, Jane and Jimmie. We discovered that Jane was teaching and that Jimmie owned the largest pharmacy in Newark. Hubie has become a very successful surgical dentist—he confessed to having been as much surprised at discovering his ability in this profession as we were. 25