Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Cedarhurst, NY)

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12 THE LAWREN CIAN Alumni News ALUMNI CHAT by TOBY A. MILLER Despite the class prophecy, last year’s senior class seems to have met with a fair amount of. success. Dispatches keep pouring in notifying us of the dazzling achievements of 1932 alumni. ;• A communication from Carnegie Tech, informs us that Thelma New-house, former Lawrence Diva is struggling along under the ignominy of being a stagehand in the School of Dramatic Art. Too bad Horatio Alger didn’t write success stories for girls. Had he been so inclined, he doubtless would have named at least one book, “Thelma the Thespian,’’ or “The Trials and Tribulations Of an Actresk Well, you can't keep a good girl down. Comparatively little is known of Jane Haber way out thar in Michigan. A spy, however, reports that she has successfully developed a plan for the painless administration of chemistry lessons. The wheels of progress must go on! With his characteristic disregard for conventionality, George Hanlon of the Cedarhurst Hanlons, has injected himself into the seething mass of embryo engineers at Stevens Tech, and now, by way of diversion, stands at the head of his class. You can’t tell me that there’s nothing radically wrong with that boy! William Newton, affectionately known as “Bill”, heard the call and answered it. He is now taking an intensive course at the New York School of Interior Decorating. Handy man to know, Bill. You never (Van tell When you may want something or someone hung. A chat with Alvin Cedarbaum, revealed the fact that he is studying to be a sawbones. A noble profession indeed! At the time of the conversation, he confided that on the morrow he was going to witness his first autopsy at the City Morgue (pronounced “morg”). Your writer, having Al’s best interests at heart, advised him against eating breakfast.

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THE LAWRENCIAN 11 asked. “Oh no, I forgot, Marion answered, “I'll do it right away. Mrs. Mitchel went upstairs and while Mr. Mitchel telephoned the maid and the cook came in. As Buddy and Marion emerged from the dining room they heard their father exclaim, “All right then. Bill, you'll be over in half an hour, fine, no not at all, we’re glad to have you at dinner with us. All right, oh no, not at all, OK. then, so long. Not long afterwards, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson arrived and both Marion and Buddy had a funny feeling in their stomachs. The older folks talked awhile but Marion and Buddy couldn't understand wrhat they were taking about but they had to listen anyway. “Dinner is ready to be served, the maid answered. “Quite right, Mr. Mitchel exclaimed, “Let's eat. Dinner was eaten amidst the never ceasing discussion of the older people. Marion, without word, left the table and disappeared into the kitchen. Presently she returned and resumed her place at the table unnoticed by her parents. “What did you do? Buddy asked in a whisper. “I told the maid to serve our cake, she answered. “Good-night! Buddy exclaimed in a whisper. The dishes wrere removed. The desert was served and the maid retreated to the kitchn, rturning with the huge cake. In great surprise the guests stared. “Why Martha, Mr. Mitchel exclaimed, addressing the maid, “what is this? “It’s a cake, sir, the children made it, they asked me to serve it. They all had a hearty laugh, and Mr. Mitchel attempted to cut the cake. It seemed light and fluffy enough, but it appeared more like bread than cake. At last the six pieces were cut and passed. A savory smell of spices filled the air. Mr. Thompson was the first to take a mouthful. He chewed a moment, then stopped and viewed the others with a terrifying look of agony in his eyes. Suddenly Mrs. Mitchel screamed. “Oh. it's burning my mouth. In a moment every body but the two children had tasted the red hot cake and were quaffing coffee and water, but this only afforded temporary relief. Buddy arose from the table, likewise did Marion. They viewed Mr. and Mrs. Thompson with their mouths full of water trying to ease the burning sensation. Mr. Mitchel swallowed the water he had in his mouth to say: “Buddy, Marion, where are you going? “Oh, er, ah, Buddy stammered. “Upstairs, Marion answered. “Come here to me, Mr. Mitchel answered furiously, “come here. They disappeared out the door. “Come back here, he again cried. Together two heads peeked around the corner of the door. “Come here I said. he cried. “Some other time, daddy. they exclaimed in unison, “Some other time, and they disappeared into their rooms.

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THE LAWRENCIAN 13 Alvin replied that he’d eat breakfast, but he’d forego the pleasure of lunch. Whereupon a third member of the party offered to give Alvin ten dollars if he so much as dared sit down at the dinner table. Needless to say, all bets were cancelled. Edith Lipton, home from Skidmore, says that she’s simply cur-razy about the school. In the same breath she says that the school is simply curr-rrazy about her. I’ll bet she was rushed to death, poor girl. After all, how often does Skidmore get Lawrence girls? What an honor! What an honor! In writing this column, I find it impossible to neglect the opportunity of mentioning the young lady who presides over the destinies of Mr. MacDonald’s office. This tyrannical person repulses all advances at friendship. Unsuspecting freshmen desirous of being helpful are quickly discouraged. Long suffering seniors are at a loss in her presence. They quake in their shoes. Their teeth chatter. They know not what to expect at the hands of this brutal damsel. She never smiles. Her sense of humor is woefully warped. When ot busy with routine duties, she sits behind her desk and plans diabolical acts against the innocent student body. At the monthly teacher’s meetings, she tells awful things about the students in question, influencing the easily led members of the faculty. The school is at her mercy. At the mercy of a merciless woman! And in conclusion, dear reader, I want you to decide who is the biggest liar, Baron von Munchausen or myself. Vas you dere, Charlie? ? ? ---------o--------- IN TOUCH WITH THE GRADS. by MARJORIE PORTUGAL The Lawrence alumni are scattered far and wide----- At the University of Pennsylvania, Eddie Kohn and Fred Kugel are enrolled. Eddie says the coeds are not so hot, but outside of that, college is pretty good. He’s a pledgee now for the Phi Sigma Delta Fraternity. Ray Kent writes from Duke that Bob Demme, an “old-timer” of Lawrence, has been bid for Alpha Kappa Psi. honorary business fraternity. Ray’s address is Box A A 93. Duke Station. Durham. North Caroline- and only blondes are accepted. Bob Murray is keeping up the name of Lawrence by being made President of the Freshman Class at Alfred University—and speaking of Alfred University, picture Helen Brunswick marching around the campus in pajamas while her dormitory was burning down. Jane Haber is doing some study on international problems at Michigan and her “latest” is a Frenchman. Nathaniel Hirsh and Donald Billard. another “old-timer,” are registered in the Department of Chemical Engineering and Department of Civil Engineering, respectively, at Resnnelaer Polytech. And for the benefit of the freshmen—the man with the pencil glued to his ear is Arthur Wolf and that motor-cycle speed ace is Douglas Sellers, both last year’s graduates. —MARJORIE PORTUGAL.