Katonah High School - John Jay Yearbook (Katonah, NY)

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search for the mysterious Yahoodie was suddenly interrupted by the ill-fated shipwreck. Weeks, Amey and Grierson are all famous zoological experts who are constantly on ex- peditions all over the world. Speaking of worried people, I recognized Mae Barteaux who was looking very downcast. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she was worried about her fam- ily back home. It seems she and Chubby have been happily married for some time now, and she was raising several future football stars. Right in the center of the group I saw two funny looking men. One was bald- headed and the other had a great bush of hair that would put to shame a fuzzy wuzzy. I learned later these gentlemen were Oberle and Scallon-famous comedy team. I met Betty Malay and Ethel Taggart who have become quite popular as radio singers. They specialize on lullabies and they sang me several beautiful songs. I talked to Bruce Helmes who modestly told me he is the leading star in the Ballet Russe. He did a flying leap for me to show his talent, and his leap terminated in a palm tree. He presented a very amusing sight up there among the cocoanuts. One gentleman in the crowd, even though he was a bit the worse for the storm, had a distinguished air about him. I finally recognized him as George Davis, now a prominent surgeon at the New York Medical Center. Of all the survivors, George was one of the most interesting. Of course, I won't have to tell you how Elizabeth Pronay was sky-rocketed into fame and fortune as the greatest dancer ever to grace the stage. It was a very thrill- ing moment when I met Elizabeth the queen of the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. Speaking of the artistes . I also met Roland Reynolds-Robert Reynolds to you. Robert is a famous movie actor, and his latest picture is Love's Dying Embers. I noticed several feminine members of the party casting eyes at him. Tsk! Tsk! The leader of the latest Irish Rebellion is De Valera Pompei Bernardo. This fiery little member of the party who is incidentally married to Jacqueline Hanley fsorry boys, 'tis true, 'tis truel almost caused a minor revolution among the survivors by his powerful oratorical ability. Among the musical artists, I met Ernest Barteaux who is a very talented harpist in the Philadelphia Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra, and Bertil Kallback who played in the ill-fated ship's orchestra. Both of these gentlemen are getting to be quite well known in the musical world. The only tragic element in the whole class of '40, was the untimely death of Richard Twidy. Mrs. Twidy Knee Dorothy Boutonl told me he was working for an air conditioning plant, when one day one of the machines went into reverse and blew poor Twidy away. In the literature world the following people are noteworthy: Dorothy Waite is a news correspondent who was going to Germanyg Robert Mandia, who has just completed a wonderful history book, Inside the World g and the famous dramatist team that stunned Broadway-Anna Morabito and Ruth Santore. Bradford Horton and Bill Martin came up and introduced themselves to me. Bill runs a little tea shop on Broadway, and Bradford has become a famous track star. Brad- ford broke all existing records in the mile last year by running it in 18 seconds. The most happily married couple on the island were the Levys. Sam, who is the catcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers married Rachael Bolmer several years ago. Though many years have passed, Rachael still holds her charm and personality.

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Class Prophecy my shack Palm leaves driftwood splinters everything that wasnt rooted N 1 or tied down seemed to be flying ln the air It was lndeed a hurrlcane the first I'd seen since the night of the shipwreck that had marooned me on this forgotten isle just ten years ago. Ten years-it's a long time to be left alone on an island. I'd eaten so much fish I could almost breathe under water. Fish and palm shoots were my diet, my hobby was imagining wonderful full-course meals, and what I'd do if I ever were rescued. Ten years-ah, me- but I must get back to my story. zg'5? lQ!'3:j: V., Qui HE wind roared. Rain came down in cascades and spattered like bullets against Gu- V 7', 1 u s Q 1 Q L- Evidently, during the night the hurricane blew itself out for when I awoke the next morning, the air was still and calm with no sign of the previous terrific storm. Coming out of my shack, I saw a man walking up the path. Naturally, I thought I was dreaming, therefore, I paid no attention to the apparition. But this apparition was different. It talked and it said: There's been a shipwreck, there are about forty sur- vivors on the beach! When I regained my composure, I learned the whole story. It was short and simple-another shipwreck, boat sunk, forty survivors. Some one asked me my name, and since I had almost forgotten my first name I answered, O'Mara of the Black Beard. It was a good name, for my beard hadn't felt the caresses of a razor for ten years. My name's Barrett-Reverend Barrett. One of the survivors said. At the sound of the name my mind suddenly flashed back to the hectic days of my Alma Mater, Katonah High, when a handsome youth named Barrett was the champion jitter-bug of the school. No doubt he thought the same thing about me, for we both exclaimed each other's names at the same time. Yes, it was my old school chum, Dick Barrett, who had risen from a bewildered jitter-bug to a serious, conservative minister. He immediately introduced me to the rest of the survivors. By some trick of fate, the angry seas had literally tossed my old classmates right into my lap during the hurricane. It was, undoubtedly, the strangest coincidence ever to occur, for every member of the group was a graduate of the class of '40, I say every member, although there were sev- eral extra, children in the party. How times have changed! Who would think that wee Marilyn Noe would blossom into the most electrifying actress ever to roll 'em in aisles. Yes, she caused a riot in Ber- lin, a revolution in London, and a traffic jam in New York City that terminated some- where near Albany! Wow! ! ! One outstanding person was a thin, stooped man who wore thick bone-rimmed glasses. He was a biologist and his name was Prof. Robert Johnson, B.S., M.S., etc., etc. Reverend Barrett told me the Professor had just written a book called The Essentials of Analytical Hemotologyf' The most startling discovery, though, was the rapid rise of Claudia Stone into politics as the leader of the C. I. O. She makes a wonderful leader, I hear. Of all the survivors she was the most talkative. I noticed one fair-haired girl that had several strange marks on her legs and arms. Coming closer, I recognized Margaret Busch, and those marks on her arms turn- ed out to be tattoo marks. Timidly, I asked her how she got them and she replied with some dignity that she had been working for the circus for some years as a tattooed lady. Under a palm tree I saw three worried looking gentlemen with an anxious silence hovering over them. The gentlemen were Professors Weeks, Amey, and Grierson whose

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Another interesting marriage was of' Walker Phinney and Edith Gundolfi. Phin- ney runs a laundry in New York, and believe me he's far from being washed up. Italked to Bob Fowler, and it was interesting to find that he is a tap dancer. He has played in several moving pictures and has danced on the stage in New York. The biggest surprise of all, I think though was finding out about Eleanor Beers, and Bill Blackley. Eleanor Beers works for the National Broadcasting Company as a professional screamer on a mystery program. Bill Blackley, who hides under the name of Maybelle , is a world famous designer for women's clothes. How times change. My! My! Later, I met three very beautiful women, and I was very pleased to find them to be Florence Watts, Claudia Stone, and Josephine Gundolfi. These girls are run- ning a beauty shop in New York under the name of Stone, Gundolfi and Watts, Beauty Experts. The girls were certainly fine examples of their enterprising business. Several persons in the party had slight injuries, but luckily we had a nurse among us. Jettie Allee was her name, and she had been working in the Los Angeles Hospital for some time. Suddenly, down at the beach there was a big commotion. A large crowd of people were dragging a limp form out of the water. I heard some one yell. Holy smokes! It's Yahoodie! When the bedraggled figure was finally dried out, we all recognized Daryl Ganung. Yes, sure enough, Yahoodie was none other than Daryl Ganung! At the sound of Dary1's name, Victoria Gerardi gasped, and ran over to him. My darling long-lost husband, she gasped. I've found you at last! Several days later we heard a rescue plane fly over, and after seeing our frantic signals, it landed. Who should step out of the cockpit, but Philip Green? We had a long talk together, and I found out that Phil was now a famous pilot. Later, he flew back to get a Coast Guard boat to take us back to land. Incident- ally, the captain of that boat was tall, handsome George Roman. It was a joyous occasion when our boat finally docked in New York. Madly, we raced down the gang plank to get our feet on home territory once more. But some one stopped us. There, standing on a soap box, surrounded by a huge crowd-three people in all, stood a man with disheveled hair, who was waving his arms and screaming at the top of his lungs. His radical, bellowing voice sounded like the old Katonah fire horn. In- stantly, we all recognized Edward Lucas, the demon of larnyx. Yes, the party was now complete, and as I parted from my old schoolmates, I must admit there were tears in my eyes. ROY O'MARA V wr! ',iu'i -H lcW'5' y ...ll gg. L?2'7iW'4r- : lix'3'l'A l,x9 ks -'F y pf, , K