Keokuk High School - Comment Yearbook (Keokuk, IA)

Page 33 text:

THE COMMENT 1929 Henry Kelly is selling non-skid waffles to the natives of West Keokuk. Everett Hanan is parked at the Stop, Look and Listen sign down at the railroad crossing. He's waiting for the sign to change. Ralph Peterson has invented a wonderful device to keep prisoners from climbing over the prison walls. He says to put swinging doors in the walls. Dorothy Ayer has married a big, blond, telephone man. E. E. Arvid- son, in case you didn't guess. Dorothy was a hello girl until she was promoted to Mrs. Arvidson. Karl O'Bleness is awfully tight since he got married. The other day he gave his little boy a spanking because he bought an all-day sucker at four o'clock in the afternoon. Katherine Kenney is the wife of a southern bologna manufacturer. Thelma Cox is selling paper manhole covers in Poland. Malcolm Smith is an architect. He has planned an entirely new, safe theater, the first row of seats being more than an egg's throw from the stage. Esther Larson is running a biscuit shop. Her best customers are contractors, who use the biscuits for paving stones. William Howell has bought out half of the Schultz clothing store, two and a half blocks south of Main on Fifth. His fur-lined swimming suits have made him famous. Margaret Young is working in the Gregory dish, bread, cake, frying, and fountain pan factory. Therman Fields is a professor of zoology in an Alabama correspond- ence school. He is also the city's champion pool player. Amos Law is an artist. At the present he is on his uncle's farm, drawing water for the horses. Martha Rich was out in Arizona last summer. She said it is so dry there that they have to pin the postage stamps on the letter. John Cameron is running a banana stand in Fort Madison. During the slack hours he takes care of the Snively kids. Francis Adams is a midshipman in the Turkish navy. He makes his pin money by indorsing various brands of cigarettes. Charles Langston is the owner of a pastry shop in Peoria. His busi- ness has netted him a mustache, la stomach that hides his feet, and two little Langstons. The other day I was absorbing some soup in Helen Reynolds, restau- rant. Much to my dismay, I found a fly in said soup, and started a holler. Helen trips up and says, Keep still! Youlll have everybody else wanting one.', Earl Thoney and Allen Nelson have been sent abroad by the govern- ment to ascertain the high price of petrified noodles from Siberia. Marguerite Pfalfe is in a pretty bad Hx just now. One of her prize cakes fell off the table, crashed through two floors and knocked a plumber unconscious. a TWENTY-NINE

Page 32 text:

THE COMMENT 1929 John Talbot has a splendid job in Hollywood. He is secretary of the Associated Order of White Wings. Lillian Curtis is president of the Montrose Over the River Burying Society. She says that if people would drink shellac instead of shoe polish the society would get along better. Floyd Wright is the strong man in Hagenback-Wallace's circus. He chews nails and spits rust. lrvin Moander is a track walker for the Cunard Steamship Line. Harriet Cameron is selling the Please-don't-rain suits in London. If one gets wet it will choke you to death. Oscar Inman was working at the power house, but not now. He tried to take home some samples. Ruth Taylor is in southern Illinois, selling reversible brown derbies. James Stanton has an accessory shop on South Third street. His specials for this week are tractor, cup, elbow, axle and goose grease. Daisy Armentrout, who was such a frail girl in K. H. S., now has a job testing electric chairs at Sing Sing. Merle Banghart is in Chicago, hunting for the foliage in Swift's leaf lard. Wayne Fuller is a contractor. Since airplanes have been taking the old railroad trailic, he is buying abandoned train tunnels, chopping them up and selling them to farmers, for cisterns. Erma ldle is working at the Crystal Lunch. She and George plan to get married as soon as they can save up enough chewing gum wrappers to get a set of dishes and a high chair. Frank Hayden is working at C1lewe's Imperial Hash House. He is the one and only singing waiter in existence. Mary Louise lmmegart is selling sour moo juice to owners of balky Fords. A half pint will put life into any old wreck. Ralph Morton, who was Hpretty hot on the trumpet in S., is playing with Sousa. He carries the bass drum and keeps the mice out of the horns. John Wollenweber, who has been studying medicine for the last eight years, is working in the Ford garage, doctoring up old model TH Fords. Floyd Clemenson is a dancing teacher in Hoboken. He uses remote control, it being a correspondence school. Porter Kircher is working in his father's store at Wayland. A sign in their window says, 'lEat our tacksg they make you sharper. Howard Bentz, who was such a big bad man in K. H. S., is selling machine guns in Chicago. They are the German type, glass, with little pink and white candies inside. Jewel Wineinger is a clerk in the Kircher general store. Edman Cook, our champion football center, is working in a New York factory. He paints the eyebrows and toenails on kewpie dolls. Dick Higby is traveling in an Uncle Tom's Cabin show. He plays the part of Little Eva. Helen Horn is an aviatrix. She says one look at her husband keeps her up in the air all day. TWENTY-EIGHT K i

Page 34 text:

THE COMMENT 1929 Forest Schwartz is back in Germany. He plays with Hossenpepher's Concert Band. Forest writes that the saurkraut is a great aid in keeping his school girl complexion. Loreta Krichel is in Siam, selling non-splashable fenders for grape- fruit. Ruth Thornton has invented a portable parking space, but can't sell it. Thelma Patterson and Mildred Patterson are running a beauty shop for dogs. Their motto is, A Permanent for Every Pup. , Ernest Robertson is postmaster of Llanfairpwllgwngyllgogerye, Wales. Blanche Wallace is selling post, doughnut and Swiss cheese holes. Gladys Riley and Helen Wirtz are making pink elephants and green owls to send to the Armenian orphans. Q Well, that's the end of that, Jackie. I've used up so much time that I won't tell what I wanted to. You'll have to wait till the next letter I condescend to write you. u Lotsa love, BILL. THIRTY