Moorestown Senior High School - Nutshell Yearbook (Moorestown, NJ)

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JsGl PROPHECY Rose Lu Goldman, '35 in collaboration with Bob Plum, '35, Pauline Wiiitcraft, '35 IT WAS a dark and stormy night. Three men were sitting around a fireplace. The leader said, “ Bill, tell us a story. So Bill Stewart began . . . “Say, Bud, speaking of stories, who do you think popped in at the bank the other day? Bud Luce, now a prospering young broker, leaned back in his chair, “Haven t the slightest idea,” he replied. “Well, considering that you’ve tried so hard, and couldn't seem to guess, it was Byron Nichols. He’s doing wonderfully well. Has a honey of a business out in upper New York State. Manufactures radios.” Up to this time the third member of the group had said nothing. Yes, you’ve guessed it; it was none other than Jim Haines. “Speaking of radio, I saw in the paper the other day that Harry Kellner has perfected a new kind of coil, especially adapted for radios. I don’t know much about it, other than that it is supposed to be a big improvement over the old type. He sank back again with the air of a man who had completed a great task anti doesn’t expect to undertake another one for a long time. All three sat gazing into the fire, till finally Bill spoke. “You know, that was a grand oltl class, that class of 1934. It has gone a long way from Moores-town. Many of its meml»ers have made great names for themselves; many have dropped back into the obscurity of private life; but nearly every one of them has been successful in his own way.” “Yes, agreed Bud, “and it is surprising how many you can account for, too. Take this paper here, he said, Miss Betty Ellis, contributing editor; here is a column by Dorris Grulnr; and theother day I saw in some Boston Paper ‘What Paris Is Wearing’ anti it was written by Jeanne Elkins and Myrtle Christ. Say Jim, turn on the radio, it’s about time for Norman Boudwin's News.” The radio blared out raucously, but after a slight tuning they could make out the words, “And tomorrow night, kiddies, we’ll find out what happened to Jim and sister Kate down in the dark, dark cellar. Now, don’t forget, eat your Roast Toasties like good little boys and girls, and tune in again tomorrow night. Good-night. This is Albert Andrews announcing. Station WZZA owned and operated by the Nichols Radio Corporation, Little Creek, New York. —Home Coal and Feed gives you tomorrow’s weather report, as sent to you by Richard Klotz. ” “ I heard from Charlie Ball the other day. He and Iwanicki have a surveyor’s outfit, and arc coming along quite well!” put in the talkative Jim. “Said they just got back from Brazil, where they've been laying out a model plantation for the two CLASS OF 1934 19

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 CLASS WILL I, Jesse Brubaker, cio bequeath my imitation of Joe Penner's giggle to Frank Mill-man. (My yellow socks go to anyone who can wear them without blushing.) I, Edyth Wilkinson, do bequeath my Swiss yodel to one Laura Howison. We, Leonard Gwathney and Norman Boudwin, leave our sphinx-like silence and aversion to making speeches to Paul Hullings. I, Ruth Mozcr, do bequeath my art to wield the mighty paint brush to one Pauline Mohler. I, Bud Luce, leave my girlish modesty to Mervin Umbergcr. I, Lydia Green, do bequeath my superior knowledge of mathematics to Nancy Mahon. I, Daniel Stcinmetz, leave my austere bearing to Bruce Broomall. I, Rose Palme, do bequeath my unusual excellence in basketball to one Betty Woolston. I, Bill Schneider, bequeath my power over women (teachers excluded) to John Bartello. I, Thelma Schwartze, do bequeath my heart-rending sobs on the sax to one Georgia Regn. I, Herman Schinimel, do bequeath my blond tresses to Dave Katz. I, Marjy Lyons, do bequeath my talent as a stage lady to one Pauline Whitcraft. We, Harry Repsher and Bob Fauver, leave our aversion to blondes to A1 Shuster. I, Emily Barclay, do bequeath my supervision of the hockey team to one Mildred Boyer. I, Hazel Lord, do bequeath my viola squeaks to Edith Collins. I, All ert Andrews, bequeath my girlish giggle to Charles Curtis. I, Jane White, do Itcqucath my executive powers to my loving sister, Dorothea White. I, Thcrese Dix, do bequeath my passion for blondes to Anna McLear. I, Charles Steinmctz, leave my partiality to red suspenders with green polka-dots to the highest bidder. I, Mary Bailey, do bequeath my love for French verbs to Marie Cline. I, Bill Paterson, leave my frailty to Howard Gray. I, Dorothy Seward, do bequeath my modest blush to Frances Lindquist. I, Mutt Boyer, leave an example for the freshmen. I, Wanita Keller, do bequeath my use of correcting fluid and the “little wire brush” to Pauline Blombaum. I, Walter Dolde, leave my curl papers to Joe McCourt. I, Peggy Bolton, do bequeath my girlish giggle to Dorothy Williams. I, George Lockwood, leave my voice with a smile to John Lawrick. (Continued on page 111) Pag 18 THE NUTSHELL ------------------------

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 Steinmetz brothers, Charlie and Dan. They’ve got some Japs down there, who are experimenting to see if they couldn’t workout something about the over-population of Japan.” “ 1 bet they’ll make a go of it, too. They've got what it takes to put over something like that.” added Bill. “And now, ladies and gentlemen,” came from the radio, “Blue Moon Oil Company presents Norman Boudwin with his latest news Hashes.” “Good evening, everybody. There’s lots doing down in Washington today. Senator Steven Zakrzewski and Senator Stanley Levandoski had a debate this morning on whether or not the United States should keep up relations with Russia. Ambassador Everett Braddock believes that relations should be sustained, as sooner or later Russia will become a world power. By the way, those three daredevil pilots —George Bailey, Walter Dolde, and Robert Fauver, who are attempting to make a non-stop flight around the world, were sighted today, above Honolulu. They arc due in San Francisco tomorrow. “And now for the latest sport news. The good old red-white-and-blue was hoisted aloft three times today. The first time was when Jane White won the indoor ski-jump. Nobel Marburv brought home second honors with the new high-jump record with a 7.G' on today's event. Last, but not least, is Emily Barclay, who came in covered with glory as she won her third first place of the games. This time it was the woman’s 100-yard dash. “Down there in Brazil things are progressing nicely. A report came from Superintendent Frank Schnekscr that the first boat-load of Japs has arrived. Today, American agriculturists Edward Grork, Grant Mathis, William Johnston and Lester Wells, set out into the deep Jungle to study the native soil of the banana. And speaking of native soil of plants, those two botanists, Milan Protich and Henry Moon, have perfected a new fruit. It is a cross between an apple and an orange. They say that the skin is eatable and the center is like an orange. “ I see that those two women astronomers—Gwedolyn Bodine and Marie Votta—have been doing a bit of research work and have predicted that in another 2,000,000 years there will be another streak in the sky similar to the Milky Way. And, oh, yes, Jerry Davis and Bob Peaker are continuing their preparations for a flight to our neighbor. Mars. “Reports are that the Navy is going to build a new battleship. The present rumor is that she’ll be the prize of Uncle Sam’s Navy and will lie commanded by Captain John Downey. W ell, speaking of commanding, the announcer, Bruce Rogers, is commanding me to stop, so- So long until tomorrow.” “You know,” said Bud, “Radio is a wonderful thing. We three can sit here in comfort and listen to what is happening all over the world, not to mention knowing what all our old pals are doing. Oh, there’s that skit—“Night after Night.” Ever listen to it? Quite a number of Moorestonians are in it. Originated in Philadelphia and it has grown quite popular. It has music. Jokes, and a plot, and you have to admit that it is a rare treat to have all three.” Pag 20 THE NUTSHELL