Ionia High School - Ionian Yearbook (Ionia, MI)

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THE IONIAN I 9 3 3 As 1 went down to the dining room that evening, 1 wondered how many more classmates 1 would meet. The waitresses were standing along in a row as I entered the dining room. I looked at their neat uniforms and smiling faces, then looked again. Here were six more of the class of 1933. 1 easily recognized Violet Guider. Edna Hogan, Halt Johnson, Edna and Mary Lehman, and Eileen Thomas. I went over to see the girls, who informed me they greatly enjoyed their work in the hotel. A few minutes later, soft music began to come from behind a row of palms. I beckoned to Edna, and she came over to inquire what I wanted. I asked her who was the creator of that delightful music. She proudly told me it was Ivan Connor, who was to be there for two weeks. She also added than Ivan had been on concert tours for a year, hut had come back to oblige the managers. Ivan seemed to he just as willing to play as he was while in High School. After dinner was over. 1 wandered around the hotel, admiring the architecture. Lawrence Marion, who at the moment was not busy, told me that the plans for the hotel had been drawn by another of our classmates, Max Fierce. I awakened the next morning and noticed a newspaper near the door. I hurried over, much surprised to find that Ionia had a morning paper. Across the top in big letters were the words “The Floodlight.” I glanced over the front page, then turned to the editorials, where I discovered that Gordon Alspaugh was the chief beam of The Floodlight. I hurried to dress and to eat breakfast. Then I sat down to eagerly read this paper. On the front page were big headlines, “Corey and Campbell Make Valuable Find.” Reading on 1 discovered that Wayne and Robert had been in South America, exploring. They brought hack the astounding information that natives there play basketball. Instead of basketballs they use cocoanuts, and for liaskets they use a peculiar type of tree. There were also pictures of two of the native players. Their muscle and brawn were clearly apparent. Another article of interest was that concerning Charles Edlin, Stewart Cox, and Royce and Glenn Waters. It seems they had been sent down to Washington to present the case of Michigan Farmers to the Farm Board. The article also stated that if things turned out as several leaders expected, Michigan farmers could rest easily. Eager to see what the rest of the paper revealed about the class of 1933, I turned the page. There in a neat little square I saw the words Mythical Musings, by C. W. Whitten.” Charlton’s poem for today was entitled Did She?” I read the poem and found it concerned the Katy-did. Charlton wondered whether Katy-did or Katy-didn’t. A very attractive advertisement further down the page caught my eye. It was the Bell Beauty Shop, Leone Bell, proprietor. Right next to Leone's advertisement was one for the Hutchins Hat Salon. Velma’s advertisement stated that the Salon prided itself on being able to fit hats without disturbing a hair of the customer’s head. A news item on the second page informed me that Flint Watt had just returned to Ionia after a two weeks’ stay in Washington presenting a case before the United States Supreme Court. William Batson told me later that Flint had a very large legal practice. In fact he had four of his classmates as stenographers. Pagr TwfHty scvtn

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THE IONIAN I 9 3 3 Prophecy • The winding thread of a river far below told me that the plane was nearing Ionia. Soon the huge airport came into sight, and the plane began to descend. We were nearly at the end of the journey. I was quite breathless, not only from the trip, but from a discovery I had made a few minutes before. The two hostesses on board had come up and said, “Hr, pardon us. but aren't you—? And then I broke in with. “Of course 1 am. And you are Pearl Petrie and Luella Otterbein.” I5oth girls acknowledged the fact. They also told me that right after graduation thev decided to stick together, even though they went to great heights. As soon as the plane reached ground, a porter rushed forward to adjust the steps and help us from the plane. That efficiency reminded me of someone,—Lee Mason, of course. Lee informed me that he believed in starting from the bottom, and he assured me he would be a pilot some day. 1 was wishing him luck, when the pilot came over to where we were standing, and immediately I recognized him as Lawrence Kress. Lawrence was still chewing gum. I thought as I left the airport that some of my classmates were getting up in the world. How that taxi driver went around the corners! 1 held my breath until we arrived at the Wait and Supp Hotel. As the driver got out of the taxi, 1 gave one look, and then 1 recognized him as Orson Coe. It was easy to see that fifteen years hadn't changed him much. Immediately upon our arrival, a tall dignified doorman came over toward the taxi. Resplendent in gold braid and a tall hat, was none other than Clarence Dolphin. What with his own height, plus the hat. Clarence was indeed a looked-up-to man. Close at his heels seemingly a midget by comparison, was a tiny bellboy. His reddish hair, and beaming smile told me he was Gerald Cox. Between Gerald and Clarence, I was ushered into the hotel with almost regal splendor. We walked across the lobby, and over to a beautiful desk. The clerk pushed the registration card forward, and 1 signed my name. The dignified clerk turned the card around and glanced at the signature, then looked at me. “Well, well.” he began, and then 1 recognized him as William Batson. '1 he girl at the switchboard, who had been busily occupied, both with the switchboard, and her gum, turned around, and proved to be Jean McGannon. She came over to greet me. It looked almost like a convention with five of us standing there and all trying to talk at once. The efficient bellboy soon picked up my traveling bags and said, “This way please,” so I followed obediently. The elevator was at our command, so we stepped in. The elevator boy. who looked very familiar, soon had us on the sixteenth floor. When be spoke I knew it was Lawrence Marion. Lawrence told me that his life was just a series of ups and downs, but be seemed to be very happy. As we went down the ball two maids were whispering and talking. As I passed they looked at each other in a puzzled manner. A few minutes after 1 had reached my room, a timid rap sounded at the door. I opened it and there stood the two maids. This time it was my turn to look puzzled for they were two more classmates. Frances Gallagher and’Mary Stedman. I learned afterwards from William Batson that Mary and Frances had proved so efficient and capable that they were the housekeepers of the hotel. From the excellent service 1 received they certainly are deserving of their positions. Pane Twenty-six

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■ THE IONIAN I 9 3 3 They were: Georgene Simmons, Berneice Leif licit, Louise Lenike, and Cleobell Selleck. I turned to the next page which contained the editorials and the Public Pulse. One of the editorials for that day was in praise of the Dexter Memorial Hospital. This hospital, which is under the supervision of Leolyn Taylor, as superintendent of nurses, has a two hundred bed capacity, and a staff of registered nurses. Gordon praised the fact that Ionia could boast such a hospital. Next I started reading the letter box which contained communications from two of my classmates. Mary Bell had written, making a plea for the drive for funds by the Sunny Home. Mary contended that Miss Sara MacLaren, Miss Virginia Killion. and Miss Elizabeth McKendry were doing a worthy work among these poor unfortunate orphans, a work which deserved the utmost support. Sara, Virginia, and Elizabeth were the co-founders of this home. The next letter was from Madge Bradford. Her letter was the first inkling 1 had that Ionia had a Symphony Orchestra. Madge was asking for support at the next subscription concert in the new Community Hall. At this concert Dorothy Krainbrink will be guest soloist. Helena Miller, who has just returned from study abroad, with Dorothy, will be the accompanist. Madge maintained that it was Ionia’s duty to pay respect to these talented musicians. These two letters completely filled the space allowed for the Pulse, so 1 turned to the next page. This was the Woman’s Page. A large portion of this page was taken up by Miss Louise White’s “Confidential Column.’’ Louise’s advice sounded so logical that I couldn’t help wondering where she gleaned her knowledge of love’s trials and tribulations. Another column on this page was entitled “The 1 lome Decorator” by Jane Kidder. Jane's advice sounded practicable and at the same time artistic. Just next to Jane's column was one entitled “The Cook in the Kitchen” by Eunice Kleven. Eunice was still contending that Vitamin 1) was just as necessary to children’s diet as it was to a rat’s. Another column which attracted my attention was “Your Clothes” and was edited by Dana Robertson. Dana’s column was cleverly illustrated with sketches by Calla Cobb. I turned to the next page which was the Movie and Stage Reviews. Imagine my surprise when I saw Martha Ramlow’s name at the head of Movie Reviews. Martha was reviewing current attractions. She especially praised the stage show at the new State Theater. Two of the attractions were Jo Ellen Perry and Renaldo Quaglia. Howard Ransom as the master of ceremonies, and Edith Rich with her women's orchestra were also a part of this show. Later I saw Martha herself. She said, “You should see the ushers. There are Dorothy Westbrook, Ailene White. Beulah Rice. Alice Smith, John Wilbur. Elmer Ward. Henry Beck, and Floyd Kimball. What do you think of that?” I hardly knew what to think. I only knew I envied them their positions. Imagine seeing all the shows! Martha also told me that Lyle Butler was manager of the State, while Elwin King was the chief operator in the technical division. Edwin’s assistants included Sam Brand, Edward Greening, and Robert Hoy. On one side of this page was a long column entitled “With Sibley on Main Page Twenty eight