Hillside High School - Epoch Yearbook (Hillside, NJ)

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you are loosing your sunny disposition? fPerhaps she isn't ac- countable for all she does, for, Her heart's in the highlands. J Oh, well. don't take it so to heart. Your name won't be Johnson much longer. All was quiet. The gentle whirring of the wind seemed to lull the world into forgetfulness. As we gazed further into the leafy woodland we spied a maiden. Clad in white she presented a pleasing picture. The purity of her expression rivaled the purity of her gown. Unshed tears trembled in her eyes. Wfeep not, fair Edith, Buddy'll come home from war soon. Yes ma'am, this paint is guaranteed to last. You won't get a bargain like this every day. Look at those hardwood Hoors. Surely, you don't doubt my word. No, we don't John. You're not only a good salesman for Kennedy's real estate, you're an asset to the class of 1926. There's something tender in the moonlight, and ah, beloved, the beautiful calm reminds me of you. More action,--action! bellowed the coach as the hero fin- ished. Do you think that'll do? Here, do it this way. The grimy gentleman grasps the damsel and attempts to illustrate. The hero glares and then does it according to instruc- tions. Yet, he Who labors reaps a harvest, and Dave MacNeil was never known to fail. He'll rival John Barrymore yet. A little bungalow on the outskirts of the village. The smell of baking bread, and a young gentleman of six summers busily eating dirt. Willee! Willee! Then the lady appeared. VVe shall draw the curtain on the next scene, because painful things are better when skipped. Again we see VVillee. Tears falling and chubby hands besmeared with dirt, wiping them away. Have a heart, Mibs. Remember: you have a healthy wallop and you might hurt him. In a cozy room hung with chintz drapes and furnished with old-fashioned over-stuffed furniture, a lady sat knitting. She had snow white hair attractively bobbed and curled. It was the year 1966, and as she looked back and recalled the joys of her youth, she sighed. Alas, she thought, men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever, alone. Cheer up Jayne, it won't be long now. Lead Kindly Light. --the voice stopped and because of the abruptness of its ending, a sense of queerness overcame us. We looked and looked and looked again. It couldn't be, but, yes it was. Standing on a street corner, clad in Salvation Army uni- form, waving a tambourine, stood Esther, the Peg of our High School days. Reformed and reforming. Come on now, let's sing again. It'll take more than a song to survive the shock. For I'm a masher, sang a gay tenor. We turned to get a better view. Yes, it was NValdo. Dressed to the minute finclud- ing spatsJ and ogling at the passing females. Ah me, life holds surprises for us all, but little did we dream that this would happen to the sedate Waldo Nickerson. Now, Joe dear, this is the third time I've asked you to hang that picture of mother, a sweet voice droned. Joe dear stretched, threw down the newspaper and grumblingly got up, glared -at the world in general and accomplished his task. Joe Policastro of all people obeying a woman's command. Joe of athletic fame and frame. Life's many untold histories astound and repel but could we, in sound mind, imagine this. Ah, frailty, thy name is man. Among the hurrying crowds in a large department store, a small boy stood, crying. XVant mamma, want my mamma. A man of massive frame but kindly face attempted to comfort him. The infant continued. Don't want big fat man. want my mamma. The floor walker known to us as John Franklin gave up in despair. After many futile attempts he located the desired mamma QP. S. The youngster's name was Hock.J Thud, thud, thud Cand another thudj. The nail was in its last resting place. The carpenter sighed and the h.ammer dropped causing a fifth thud. Should he or shouldn't he? VVas he a coward? He-once state captain of basketball? Ah, me, no! He would ask her. He did. They lived happily ever after. It is worthy to note that Mr. Dubow dines at the Roberts' apartment on Tuesday evenings. A maiden sat at a desk and steadily pounded a typewriter. Her eyes were very bright and as she transcribed we shall de- scribe her. As secretary to the president of the Consolidated Gas Company, she is one of the greatest successes 1926 boasted. Good for you, Johanna! 'On a stage whose settings revealed royalty, a very attractive speaker gained our attention. Her oratory was so celebrated that even the great did her homage. The gift of expression had not been disregarded and we hope that Jackie's success will be as lasting as her sunny disposition. Remember folks, she collected ballots with Isadore once, now she has others do it for her. Oh Josephine, my Josephine, the years may come and go but your beguiling ways remain unchanged. As a kindergarten

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PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1926 rg ,, ,rl dullness of the eventide served to throw over the ,if-QQ universe a mystic hazy spell. It sensed of the l,',,,9'j4,fg,jj-if supernatural. It promoted dreaminess that grad- ',fff'3UJ.a'll ually melted into optimism. The future with its unknown, yet alluring world was laid bare, and the crystal unfolded its mysteries. The first picture was of a group clad in caps and gowns and looking out upon the world with eagerness. Suddenly it started to fade and each figure stood alone with his future. Gertrude Ackerman, struggling with a bow tie, stood ready to unravel her story. She had successfully received her degree fthirdl, and was safely lodged. Her husband claims her meat balls are unrivaled. fWe're from Missouri.j Ray Beck, debonair, carefree, and entrancing as always, doffs his high silk hat, adjusts his Howing cape, and murmurs, chawmed. His reputation as a contemporary of Beau Brum- mell is established and undisputed. Albert Bell who you remember was new in our midst, proved himself loyal. He operates a Butcher Shop. His taste always inclined toward dumb animals. It is rumored that he is president of the Humane Society in New York City. Jack Burt, the only Charleston dancer that 1926 boasted, con- tinued in the manner in which he began. His dancing studio is infested by all citizens desiring to become graceful. We take off our hats to you, Senor Burt. May you ever retain your boyish form. Your name shall be written on the sands of time. And Rose, rather Rosalie Dankowsky. So you like house- keeping? Little did we think that our eloquent lawyer would stoop to the throes of matrimony. VVe hope your husband ap- preciates your efforts in his behalf. Yes, Al, you can come in. Since you've won that election you needn't try to High Hat us. You can bet we're proud of you. It isn't often that a classmate rises to such distinction. Here's hoping you win the next one. Line forms to the right. Ballots for Mr. Dowd dropped here. Music charms the savage beast, and when immortal strains are played by a pretty girl, what more could man or beast desire? Julia seems to excell. We remember her as the pianist whose disposition remained sweet through all hard practices. We hope you continue your successful endeavors, yet, withal, remain the same patient, ever ready Julia Holota that we knew in 1926. Some are born great. Others achieve greatness. And others have greatness thrust upon them. Nevertheless those who achieve it are deserving of additional merit. Bob Graff has shown the westerners what an easterner can do and impressed them that east is east and west can't beat it. Yet the west is alright, eh Bob? What about that fluffy little blonde? The busy hour of a busy day. Men rushing to and fro. Yet, in a large private office, furnished in a most comfortable manner with an eye to convenience and the beautiful, a man sat, musing. His legs were crossed and a huge forty cent cigar was extended from a corner of his mouth. A stenographer sat in an adjoining office and feverishly pounded a typewriter. The man removed said forty cent cigar and smiled. Hurrah, now we know him-Byron Hall . A man's a man for a' that. Perhaps he is and-anyway why argue? Through the faint outlines of the future a single one stands out. It is approximately three o'clock in the morning. A man clad in pajamas with his hair very much rumpled sits in a rocking chair, crooning lullabies. One after another. Two screaming infants are held in his frantic grasp. One yelling louder than the other tif that is possiblej. The gentleman sings on. We think, once to every man. Never mind, Milton, they'll soon grow up. Best regards to Mrs. Hock. The orchestra strikes up, the curtain slowly rises. Ah, what does that fairy scene represent? A beautiful woodland glade, a mossy dell and the rest, but who is that dainty creature that Hits from tree to tree? At last she comes to the front of the stage. The music becomes jazzy, very jazzy. The pretty lady begins to Charleston. Can she do it? I'll say she can. The audience applauds loudly. Encore after encore and then she retires to her dressing room. Such flowers, can they be hers? Yes, they are. Go to it, Frances, you've surprised all of us. Please, teacher, I ain't gonna be bad again, lisped the youngster. Go to your seat, young man, the teacher yelled without feeling. Ah, Dorothy, why so caustic? Can it be that

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teacher you are deserving of commendation. Your evident affec- tion for those little east-siders wins our admiration. A whistle blew. Brakes were jammed. Squeaks were heard, and then, Don't you know what that whistle means ? The unfortunate whose emergency refused to work mumbled, sputtered and blushed. The policeman turned away but not before we recognized him. Howdy, Captain Steinholtzf' A lady with the sweetest face one could wish to gaze upon, stood talking to a small boy. The boy seemed rather puzzled and unable to comprehend the lady's statements. Finally with an exasperated motion the lady began to explain her statements over again. The boy mumbled, I don't understand. The lady gave up in disgust. We don't blame you Eve. Anyone who can't see why right angles are equal is dumb. A tall thin lady with gray hair loomed in sight. Grouped around her were seven children who proved to be her very own. When we inquired her name, she blushed, stammered and finally ejaculated: It-It's Sophie. Airy fairy Lillian! True and yet untrue. Your excess weight proves that your boyish form has taken flight but ah, Lill, don't worry. Your better half loves you, anyway. A word to the wise is sufficient. See Jack Burt. A serious face with troubled eyes and pensive mouth. Ah damsel, why grievest thou? Art thou weary or do your feet hurt? Cappy! I wouldn't have believed it. An old maid like you to attempt to Charleston. Follow in the footsteps of your reformed sister. She hints that the Salvation Army needs a few more volunteers. Madame, can I be of any assistance to you' Yes, for goodness sake hurry! I have a dinner engage- ment and the condition of my hair is deplorable. Give me a sheik bob, hurry! After that we'd better rest. Madge of the blue eyes and beautiful golden hair. The only female woman left, has joined the ranks and made this an era for better and bigger bobs. For thee, dear one, I'd leave home. The dear one glanced contemptuously at the speaker and con- tinued to read. Her book must have been absorbing for she didn't even look up. The afflicted person spoke again. Dear one, what are you reading F Goodness, inquisitive, I'm reading how tomatoes can be best baked. And with a snap the book closed. Dot Utter had f learned her lesson. Never fool with a tomato 'cause you're apt to be squashed. An adorable ink spot adorned the tip of her nose. Her desk was strewn with papers. A cat purred at her feet and the pen of inspiration moved quickly. The great Margaret Wehrfritz sighed and laid down her pen. Her wonderful novel on Rheu- matism and Similar Ailments was completed. An immense automobile was racing up the road. A liveried chauffeur drove it. In the back a man sat smoking a cigaret. He looked out of the window and from behind an attractive Van Dyke, we recognized Spencer Williams. Prosperous from the beginning his immense wealth placed him on the market as a most desirable bachelorg but feminine charms held no lure for him. His large police dog, Mike, was the only one who occupied any major place in his thoughts. A large assembly room filled with students. Every one of them was intently listening to the well-chosen words of an im- pressive speaker. We looked at the speaker. It was no other. It was Tom Woodfield. Mischievous Tom, who had, through diligent study and hard work, become principal of a large high school. Mr. Wukitsch, your mail. The pretty stenographer laid it upon the desk and walked away. Mr. Wukitsch, older than when we knew him but otherwise unchanged, spoke a crisp Thank you and picked it up. As president of the Consolidated Steel Company of America he gains our respect. And then a heavy puff, puff and the one whom time cannot hush, runs in-late, of course. Because of her throaty ways Klinker Klein has become a part of the Metropolitan Opera Com- pany. She has deserted meat balls in favor of fried chicken, and when stage duty no longer calls, she scribbles away on her Cook Book. There are many little Klinkers puffing around, and a charming bald, fat husband frelated to King Colej watches them puff-and lets the chicken burn. Helen is very happy! Again the curtain was drawn. Our glances into the future were over. The pals and comrades whose characters had been so queerly depicted had vanished. All was dark. Nothing was left but faded memories. Yet, those memories will remain forever, treasured as something worth having. HELEN KLEI N, Prophet.