John Bartram High School - Trailmarker Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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P R O P H E C Y john Rejebian is one of my passengers. He's on his concert tour. Edith Lindstrom, his pian- ist. is here too. So looooong! What? I was brought all the way up here by that elevator! Yes. My nose is bleed- ing. I left my Dr. William Hoehing's nose plugs home. Help! I need a nurse. Ah! Here comes a whole gang of them. They must think I'm Dr. Kildare. Nurse Mary Rhine reporting. Nurse Ruth Criswell ready to cut up. Name is Sylvia Abelson. Wheres the corpse? Whats good for a bloody nose? A sock on the snootf' My dear Nurse Irene Stoller. Will you please tell your confrere Fae Familant to take off that tourniquet? It won't workf! You don't know how many patients we lose that way!'! ...I have to get away from here. Ah! Here comes relief...I knew the girls would follow Russell Gilbert. . .I still have to get to the ninth fioor. I think I'll go into this office and find the way. Letls see. HThe American Society for the Conservation of Everything by the Use of Nothing. I might as well walk in and listen to the lecture. It's just starting. HI, Edwin Gillespie, President of the A. S. C. E. U. N., wish to introduce Ruth Bird, emanent home economics teacher. HWhy not conserve potatoes? For French fried potatoes use turnips. It doesn't taste like potatoes. That's why it's so novel. It may sound difficult, but it works!'! UI had hoped to bring to you today, Dor- othy Ritchie, the music teacher, Adelaide Am- mon, Lois Barbanell, and Ruth Vierling, also members of the teaching profession, but as the man said when he cut the magazine in half, H fTime! is getting shortfl .. .I'm right back where I started. Par- don me, but could you direct me to the ninth floor? 'fSorry, but I can direct you to the First National Bank. My name is Benjamin Frank. I'm a bank director. If you want a loan, just make an appointment with my private secret- ary, Harriet Brodkin, or Eileen Duffy, my not so private secretary. Goodbye. ...My last chance is the protographers studio. What a motto! ttMiracle Photo. Co. If it's a good picture, it's a Miracle! The owners are james Crouse and Alexander Xena- kis. Oh well! Things are bad all over. f'Say, Alex, you have quite a collection of pictures here. There's one of Pennsylvania's football team of '4S. I see Bill Confalone, Lloyd Van Syckle, Vincent De Falco, and Charles Faust. Heres the basketball team also, Gordon Burke, Paul Carden, and Chester Kochesperger. This is a picture of Christopher Brennan, soloist, James Entrican and George Haas of the Phil- harmonic, and Mary DiMaggio and Regina Mullen, trippers of the light fantastic. Here's a camera oddity. It looks like a parachute jumperg Andrew Ruffin, as he floated by line- man, Robert Dugan, had an upheld arm which appeared to jab Bob's eye. Seems to be a job for optometrist, Stanley Simkins. This picture on the end shows daring. Ruth Smith is thun- dering down David Holmes' newly paved street and George Allston, when taking a metal bar from his garage to Charles Heaton to be welded, stepped to within three feet of the curb. I can still hear the bell as Robert jones drove his ambulance to the Albert Kleeman Hospital for Defenseless Pedestrians. I hear they used the car as a book end for the unabridged edi- tion of f'My Boy Friends!! by Virginia Pelle- chea. Ah! - a picture of the finalists in the Miss America contest. There's Helen Milligan, Mary McCullen, Jane Gamage, Ruth Minter, and Elaine Wells. . .Enough of this browsing. I!ll ask the clerk to direct me to the ninth floor. The sign says his name is Frederick Grabenstein. 'fPardon me, clerk, but could you show me the way to the ninth floor?'! !'I'm not the clerk. My name is Richard McAlonan, hiring agent for this firm. I have to hurry. There are five girls waiting to see

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Have you ever been lost? Not exactly lost but - well, lost. I knew where I was, but I wanted to go somewhere else. I had enough trouble looking for the building that I wanted, but when I did find it, most of my troubles were still before me. . .But I'm getting in front of my story. Here is what happened. CI hope that you will pardon my ego if I write it in the first person singular.J I'd be willing to wager that the person who originated this system of planning streets also invented jig-saw puzzles. You couldn't find the right building in this town even if you knew it was beside a fish cannery. I wish that our national Senators, Bruce Andrews and George Sinclair, would have some money appropriated so that Rosalie Margulis and Jim Hanes could make some of those direction signs for which they are famous. Our weatherman, Robert Bennett, even says there is no sign of rain. - Let's see. . .I was looking for the office of Peter Di Mauro, who was going to design a ship for me. I have a crew but nothing for it to sail. My captain, Al Del Raso, hired Elmer Radtke as the first mate, William Engel as the second mate, and Stanley Radcliffe as the third mate. Sounds like bigamy. - I think I'll ask Officer John Sutton the way to the Ray Cochard Build- ing named in honor of that great construction engineer. Oh! You say it's beside the Harry Glick Theater...Here's the theater. There's William Sheridan fixing the wiring on the mar- quee. It says, HThat great impressario, Sidney Engle, presents Leonora Bohn, and Morton Bo- tel in tPenmar Ward Takes a Bromo', by Wesley Schneyerf' I notice Bob Teller is there with his band featuring Pat Maiocco, Americals greatest clarinetist, Jimmy MacDowell tromboning, Vin- cent Nocito drumming his fingers, joe Kadison fiddling with his beard. - Good trick if he can do it. . .Ohl Here's the place. The building without a flaw. I knew that George Wallace P NJ 'a w' ' - lit -4 -h - CLASS would forget something. . .Since the desk clerk, Sammy Weinstein, is asleep, Illl ask the tele- phone operatress for the room number. 'fSay, you look just like Margiell. Who? Margie Gear?l' f'Come to think of it, you look like Estelle Smith, my secretary? Listen, the name is Doris Simpson, and state your business. Huh? Oh, hels on the ninth floor. By the way, how did the Dodgers make out today? You say Jack Fortin found the ball they dropped in '41? I thought Bob Durning would get it. Anyhow, he was in there pitching. ...I feel sick. I see two John Taylors and three heads. Oh! The one center is cab- bage. Well, at least they got ahead. Here's the elevator and its operator, who is Lennie Cutler. Up or down?,' What's the sixty-four dollar question? Come on. I have a game of Mah Jongg to finish with Walter Swartley, Art Tatum, an'l Al Tustin. . . .Here are the officers. Let's see. UWil- liam B. Schulze, jr., attorney-at-law. Secretary, Grace Beach. No wonder he canlt keep his mind on his work. - This one is f'Appenzeller, Balzano, and Baker, accountants. tIf there is a loss of money, we can account for it.' Here is the office of Michael Valenzals munitions works. If at first you donlt succeed, try, try a gunf' I wonder if Annabel McCorkle is his secretary. It is she or Lillian Orlick. . .Ohl There's the elevator. f'Heyl Wait for mefl Mmmm. Coleman Cutler is operating this one. Guess he's working his way through Penn State. Ninth floor, please. What a shaky elevator. No wonder the elevator company of Joseph Coren, Ernest Punchard, and jack Stauffer dis- solved. I guess that business has its ups and downs. . .Here I am, I hope. It is very breezy on this iioor. Nice blue wallpaper. I imagine that Gemma Ricci designed it...That looks like john Corbett in that revolving balcony. Must be another of Charles Scott's inventions. Hello John. What are you doing in this building? Building? I'm fiying the mail to Pitts- burgh. Here's Morton Schwartz, my mechanic.

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me about getting a position of secretary here: jane McMichael, Mary Nichau, Elizabeth Har- rison, Dorothy Fleming, and Antoinette Ciocco. The secretary we have now has been here for several years, but she's on her last lap now. ...And so with this I bid a fond farewell to this center of industry, wandering in the vici- nity of the twenty-fifth floor. I flopped down disgusted onto a chair. I wished I was in West Point with joe Procopiog in Alaska as Herbert Roebuck tried to sell refrigerators to the eski- moes. He was there four months last night. I wished I was with Harry Hartz, as he dic- tated his biological notes to Evelyn Slutsky. I can see joseph Allston as he delivered the mail to Robert Allen, foreign correspondent of the Morris London Times. ...I guess there is nothing I can do but put on this radio. ffHello everyone. This is George Lunn, your favorite radio announcer, telling you to eat Helen Lambls meat balls. They won't just harden your muscle, you'll be petrified. And now I turn you over to james Sweeney, con- ductor of the Tell it to Sweeney' hour. - Sir, I want to present Miss Freda Schwartz, White collar girl. 'fGood afternoon, Miss. And what is your problem?'! ZaX -j- lly -- 3z Z IS. UA very good problem. I'm sorry I can't answer you. It comes under the jurisdiction of the Smith quads, Elizabeth C. Smith, Elizabeth I. Smith, Mary K. Smith, and Agnes Woods. How did that last name get in?H Didn't you ever hear of a Woods-smith? ...Next case, please. Hey! There's a bottle missing from this casefl Robert Weyhmuller and Robert DiBen- dictis invented an automobile that would run on Pepsi Cola? Robert Fagan and Kathryn Vanaman made the trial run. i B -923 CLASS 'fWell, what happened to my bottle? ffThey thought it was after seven o'clock, and Meredith Bollinger and john Woodcockls soda fountain would be closed. ffI'll have to get my female investigators, Carmina Zappone, Caritas Peiffer, Adelina Fos- chi, and Roberta Barrett on the case. Zzork. . . ...What a program. I'll try another sta- tion. H...And now I turn you over to john Fereshetian, who will describe the 13th run- ning of the Fifty Cent Stockings Handicap. Take it away. HI wish I could take it away, but I signed a contract with Emily Wolf and Charles Can- non, who incorporated to make animal crackers. Well! The horses are lined up at the electrical starting gate, which was built by William Samp- son especially for the john Thilker race track. Theylre off! Onion, ridden by William Tracy, is coming strong. William Miller's mount Skin, is on the outside. Warren Lenton's Cab- bage is ahead. And the winner is Banana Peel, who just slipped across the finish line. He was jockeyed by William Hamilton. The horse's owner, jane Hunnicutt, that million dollar heiress, is placing a wreath of roses from Doris McCarrick's nurseries, around his neck. - The horse's, not the jockeyls. After all, the horse did all the work. ...No wonder they laughed at Marconi. Ifll try again. 'fHello! Your fashion illustrator, Anne Bogardus, is back with the latest styles. The bustle has definitely disappeared. I consulted with professional models Betty Currinder, Lou- ise Baus, Jean Hock, Frances MacDonald, and Kathryn Vanaman. They say it is gone, and they can't take a back seat to anyone. And now, ladies, here is Jack Preston, who will give you exercises that will keep your figure perfectf! 3 ...Walter Steimel and James Powers are the radio engineers in that studio. I wonder why he didn't cut that program off. . .I guess if they had, George Beck, the production mana- ger, would have cut him off - without a cent. .. .Well, what do you know? Therefs the elevator. Hey, wait. Ah! This one has a hostess, Mary Czaika. !fNinth floor, pleasef, - If Tom Connor was here, he'd sentence the