Marple Newtown High School - Memories Yearbook (Newtown Square, PA)

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PROPHECY ENGINEER AVOIDED BY FRIENDS Mr. Joseph Serrill electrical engineer for the local power company, received quite a shock at about I :30 A. M In an interview at his home, Mr. Ser- ril said, 1 was parked on Rol - ing Green Road late last night, talking over a business deal with an acquaintance of mine. My friend got tired o neck — 1 mean taiking — and, looking out, noticed a stray cat beside the cai. I got out and grabbed it. 1 saw a flash o black and white and then lost consciousness. Since then, al my friends have avoided me. Life Buoy or no Life Buoy. NEW TEACHERS AT MARPLE-NEWTOWN Principal Joan Grey today announced the addition of two teachers to the faculty of the newly erected Marple-Newtown High School. Miss Jeanne Tees- dale will take over the Physics Department. Miss Teesdale, a graduate of M. 1. T., comes with high recommendation in research. Miss Elizabeth Klo- darska will assist Mr. Harvey of the Commercial Department. GREAT OPERATION SUC- CESSFULLY PERFORMED This morning in the Temple University Hospital, Surgeon Schnerr removed h.s own tonsils and is now convalescing at his home. 1 1 seems that while administer- ing an anaesthetic to one of his patients, Schnerr fell asleep and, in this state, removed his tonsils. The operation, performed by habit, was done so sk Ifully that when Schnerr awoke, he merely thought that he had been chew- ing the blanket which had made his throat sore. Schnerr will soon be a full-fledged veteri- narian. Ted Lewis — “I used to snore so loud I’d wake mysell up; but I cured myself. I sleep in the ne.xt room now. ” Mr. Shaw — “What chemical is more e.xpen- sive than nitrate?” George Gaul — “Day ' rate.” Alildred Simpson says that she was so sur- prised when she was born that she didn’t talk for a year and a half afterward. Howard (to Joan who is eating an apple) — “Look out for the worms, Joan.” Joan — “When 1 eat apples the worms have to look out lor themselves.” Grant — “Who’s the dame giving us the glad eye Ralph — “She’s Just a teacher who can’t make her pupils liehave. ” Stephen — “Heard your pal kicked tke bucket!” Ted — “Naw, he Just turned a little pail.” W ' illiam — “Do you know what good clean fun is?” Ted — “I’ll bite, what is it?” 1 think that I shall never see. An insect meaner than a flea. A flea whose hungry mouth is pressed, All night against my ribs and chest. A flea who chews on me all day. And never stops to rest or play. A flea who wanders through my hair, And gnaws upon me here and there. Who’s caused me misery and pain. And made me want to raise Just Cain Oh, when the Lord created me, W’hy did He go and make — a flea? — The (hel. MEMORIES, 7935 Page Thirteen

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PROPHECY SECRETARY TELLS DOUGH- NUT SECRET Miss Gertrude Yunag, secre- tary to Ted Lewis, official Doughnut King, was today charged with selling a secret proc- ess to an unknown faction. Moreover, it is rumored that the Eleanor Strohm Bakery is about to introduce a similar doughnut on the market. Presi- dent Lewis confided that he thought up the process while sampling a few dozen of his products. NEWS-HAWK DAZED Ralph Turner, news-hound supreme, was today resting quietly in the Browning Hos- pital as the result of a severe shock. Turner, detailed to interview the chorus of the Fol- lies now in town, entered by mistake the Bide-a-wee Home for Aged Spinsters which was next door. In the ensuing rush. Turner was trampled. How- ever, his mental state is by far the most serious of his ailments. NOTED ART CRITIC TO LECTURE Mr. William Goldsmith, honor- ary president of the Women’s Wild P osey Preservation Society, will lecture in the townhall on ‘ The Importance of the Ameri- can Butterfly n Our Humdrum World. Mr. Goldsm th is be- ing entertained at the home of Miss Elizabeth Marston, presi- dent of the Ladies’ Auxiliary. PATROLMAN UNAFFECTED BY WILES OF CHARMING MOTORIST A sterling example of strict observation of duty was today exemplified by Patrolman Gru- ber of the city force. Miss Fladie Clements, the driver claimed her spieed was not ex- cessive, but Patrolman Gruber clocked her at eighty-seven m.p.h. Despite Miss Clements charming protests. Patrolman Gruber also charged her with driving without a license. DANCING SCHOOL TO OPEN Miss Flossie Clements an- nounced today that she would open a dancing school at the corner of The Pike and Sproul Road. Miss Moore will assist in Adagio dancing. It is rumored, however, that the Dancing School sounds more like a home for trumpet players than an institute of the light fantastic. AIR PILOT LANDS IN TROUBLE Pilot Howard Strohm, today, landed in a hot bed or hothouse of trouble. Engine trouble forced Strohm to make a landing on the Doughten Nursery. Mr. Dough ten alleges that Strohm’s plane ran the length of the field, destroyed valuable plants, and finally stopped in his hot-house. Mr. Doughten placed the case in the hands of his attorney. Miss Di Bonaventura the noted civil lawyer of New York. BUSINESS MAN IN PEN Mr. Thomas Blascnski, noted business man, was found today in the “pen” after an absence of two days. The pen, however, turned out not to be Sing Sing, but the Blascnski pig-pen. The unfortunate business magnate who fell into the pig-pen while building a hanging garden over it, was found by Gordon Byers, a landscape artist. When asked why he did not call out for help, Mr. Blascnski merely grunted. He is under the care of six doctors. We extend our sincere wishes for a speedy recovery. CARPENTERS HURT BY FALL Mr. Walter Green is today suffering from a broken arm as the result of a fall from the roof of a building on the Jones farm. Mr. Green, putt ng on the finishing touches to one of his well-known constellations, slipped and fell. Luckily he landed on his assistant Walter Dean. However, Dean was carrying a saw, upon which Green finally landed Mr. Green who has received numerous cushions from solici- tous friends, says it is useless to send them as the mantelpiece is his only solace. (Continued on page 22) Page Twelve MEMORIES, 1935

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“OUR” WASHINGTON TRIP JFednesdaif T he trip to Washington for the Seniors of 1935 is over. But what golden, glowing memories remain! It is eight o’clock on Wednesday morning . . . The big bus is oft . . . No, wait, Gertrude isn’t here yet. But what matter a few minutes more or less m this gay company? We are off . . . the little towns flash by . . . Conowlngo Dam — huge turbines, generators, transformers, thrill even the laymen . . . but our budding engineer Howard Strohm understands it all. A stretch of countryside ... a flashing glimpse of Baltimore . . . over the silvery waters of the Severn River into Annapolis. The quaint charm of the tiny capltol delights all. Luncheon at Carvel Hall. . . . Coffee served to all, but, “coffee or milk?’’ when the big negro waiter reaches our engineer. The Naval Academy . . . the dress parade of the naval cadets . . . bayonets flashing as they wheel and turn with beautiful precision . . . great destroyers in the harbor . . . seaplanes skimming overhead, resting on the water . . . and a final thrill, the movie star, Richard Cromwell, filming a picture. Bill saw lots of Maryland licenses. “Must be somewhere near here’’ remarked Eleanor. On to Washington . . . Lafayette Hotel . . . rooms, baths, dinner . . . oft to the Congressional Library . . . gorgeous colorings, sweeping staircase, beautiful murals, rich mosaics, . . . we need Mr. Shaw to expain the geometrical patterns . . . price- less manuscripts, Gutenburg Bible, Constitution of the United States, Declaration of Independence, historic state documents . . . rows upon rows of bookstacks, students busy at the tables. We are swept back into the French Revolution with Fredric March as Jean Val Jean in T es Jliserahles. A glimpse of the lighted dome of the Capitol. And so to bed! Thursday Breakfast and away . . . our guide arrives . . . tantalizing glimpses of Washington all day . . . Bureau of Printing and Engraving . . . money in the making, but none of it offered to us. Smithsonian Institute, a vast treasure house of relics. Washington Monument, a needle pointing into the sky ... an elevator to the top . . . stairs for strong legs . . . Washington through a mist, too bad! Across the Mall to the White House . . . in at the big door . . . our imagina- tions thrill to memories of the feet that have crossed that threshold . . . the big ballroom . . . gleaming crystal chandeliers . . . splendid paintings of Presi- dents and their wives. Up “The Avenue’’ to the Capitol . . . the House of Representatives . . . not even the most modern schoolroom would stand for the racket that goes on here; to quiet Seniors it seems like pandemonium. Hall of Fame, Whispering Gallery, marvelous paintings in dome . . • the Senate chamber, packed, they are upholding the President’s veto of the Patman Bonus Bill, history in the making . . . Pan American Building, glimpses of the life of our Southern neighbors in the beautiful patio. A cruiser is here from Argentine and the flags are flying in their honor. Many other places of Interest too numerous to mention. Frida y Friday morning off to Mount Vernon, along the beautiful riverside drive. Washington’s old home is a never-falling delight . . . the gardens are bewitching. Pictures of the class taken. Back through fragrant old Alexandria . . . glimpses of church where Washington worshipped, new memorial on the hill. It is here we see the first public school in America still in use. More of Washington and then off for home. Baltimore, Elkton, Havre de Gras, over Susquehanna into Delaware . . . up into the home soil of Pennsylvania; ah, Springfield Dam and the hills of home. ’Slong kids. Happy landings.