Munhall High School - Munhisko Yearbook (Munhall, PA)

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10 '1' HE MUNHISKO ALBERTA STAFFORD She's versatile! She can sing, act, swim, captain a team, debate, make the honor roll, dance, play the piano, report news, look pretty, be independent. We know she can do all these things well—because she has done them. We now hear that she can also make love. Good Luck. Al! I wouldn’t like to hear about my classmates of “25.” “I would be delighted if I could only hear a little about them.” “If you will listen closely I will do my best.” “Do you know what has happened to Hal Richards ?” “Yes, I forgot to tell you that Hal is playing in the orchestra that we heard at the theatre tonight. Then, too, we could have waited to see Kiny Kistler and Homer Gifford. They are dancing at the American Theatre tonight. They are known all over the world for their terpsi-chorean abilities.” “What has happened to Rosemary Stitt and her high school sweetheart, Bill Grosset?” In reply the creature handed me a theatre program. I opend it and lo. and behold! Rosemary was starring Juliet and Bill as Romeo in Shakespeare’s play. “Then there is Tommy Morgan,” this creature continued, “he is starring in ‘Girl Shy!’ You know he is Harold Lloyd’s successor.” “What is Catherine Albrecht doing?” I inquired. “Oh, Catherine and Arline Treloar have established a beauty parlor in Chicago. They are surely a success. Jack Tauber and Alex Rosenthal also have a large clothing store down there. They started in business with just a small store and have finally succeeded in establishing a business as large as Sears, Roebuck Co.” “I’m very glad the)r have succeeded so well. Where is Emma Weber?” “Let me see—oh yes, Emma went to Hollywood and is now one of Mack Sennctt’s bathing beauties.” “Is she satisfied?” I asked. “As far as the work is concerned she is, but aside from that she is lonesome for Rosemary. Mary Mastascusa and Marie Frankofsky are teaching at the University of Pittsburgh.” “There were so many others that I have forgotten quite a few of them, perhaps you can refresh my own memory.” “I have a large selection of pictures of some of them, maybe you would like to see them.” “Indeed, I would,” I said. “Here is a picture of the White House.” I took it and there was a group sitting about on the lawn. I examined the pictures more closely and you can imagine my amazement when I saw the president who was Ted Taylor. Beside him sat Charles Jackson, secretary of state, and Henry Otto, the vice president. The next picture was that of a tall dignified man. I gave a start as I looked at it. The creature saw my surprised look and said: “Joseph, or Mr. Bresko, has just completed the ‘Bresko Baby Food.’ Reed and Pearson, both doctors of much fame, have pronounced it the most wonderful of its kind that was ever produced.” “While I was talking to Joseph a few days ago he showed me a letter he had received from Mrs. Williams—you remember Alberta Stafford —saying that she thought it the best thing in the world for babies.” I selected another picture from the group. It

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T H E M UXHISKO 9 FAREWELL Life is a restless change. New years bring new things, and in so doing old things must pass away. As they do, however, their memory lingers and soon history tells us of the sweet things that are past. Sweet to our minds are they now, but when those works were started they were not so sweet. They were marked by work, differences of opinion, and correction. The work, differences of opinion, and correction are almost over for the present staff of our paper. Now a new staff is ushered in to take up the work we lay aside. It is now theirs to make of it what they will; to protit by our mistakes; promote further our ideals! make the Munhisko better than it has ever been before. In taking up the destinies of the paper the first thing to do is to work. Work is not confined to the staff alone. The school must show a spirit that will promote interest in all lines of activity. Once the spirit has been aroused it is easy to obtain interesting material for the publication. The next thing is difference of opinion. As soon as work begins, this problem will confront the new staff. It must make wise decisions or the paper will not succeed as it should. Although this seems gloomy at first, always remember honor means work, and at the end of the year the staff will either be proud or ashamed that the Munhisko is its paper. The retiring staff takes this opportunity to thank those who helped to make the Munhisko a success this year. With the very capable staff that has been elected for next year, we feel assured that the Munhisko will not fail to do its share in making our motto “Nothing but Good,” come true. Edward Busch ’25. SENIOR PROPHECY Many years ago I had been a student at Munhall High School. I had graduated with one of the largest classes in the history of the school. Ah, how I yearn to live over again those days of happiness and joy. Each night as I sit before the fire those fond memories come drifting back. Again and again I wondered what had happened to my pals and friends of those good old days. Suddenly one night I was confronted with the most peculiar thing 1 ever saw. It closely resembled a man and yet it was not a man. Having overcome my fear I asked: “Who might you be?” “I am the Spirit of the Class of ’25,” came the answer. “Oh,” I said, “then you can tell me what became of my friends.” In the distance I could hear a most lovely voice. Gradually it dawned upon me that I was no longer in my living room but in a room filled with people who were listening intently to a young woman on the stage. As I passed down the aisle to my seat I turned to my companion and asked where we were. “We are in the American Theatre in Paris,” he said, “and the young woman on the stage is your friend Dot Jones.” I looked a little closer and surely enough there stood our own Dot singing to an entranced audience. When she finished singing the creature and I left the theatre. He conducted me back to my own home, smiling as we walked. As I settled myself in an easy chair the creature drew closer and asked if

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T H E MUNHISKO 11 was one of the large drawing room in the White House. In one corner I could see a group of girls who looked strangely •familiar. Still I didn't recognize them. The funny old man took the picture and told me who they were. “This,” he said, “is Katherine Kramer. She designs the dresses of Mrs. Taylor. The girl next to her is Eleanore Elliot who assists Katherine. On the left side of Eleanore stand Jean Wilson and Elsie M. Stevens. Elsie Mae is a companion to Mrs. Taylor while Jean is the honored guest at a large affair that was given.” I took up the last picture. It was one of a large millinery store. Two girls were standing in front of it. Written in large letters on the window I could distinguish the names of Miller and Clegg. “Those young ladies are representatives of a large Parisian hat linn,” said the creature. “Don’t you know anything of Margie Robertson ?” “Surely. Margie is the physical instructress at a college in Wisconsin. Her brother George, and Dorothy Jones are to be married you know. I saw Jane Brown while I was visiting in New York. She is the private secretary of John Wanamaker. She told me Elsie Graves had won a medal for talking five minutes without taking a breath.” “Wasn’t there a boy named Busch in my class?” I asked. “You mean Ed I suppose. He was the young man whose only desire was to become an orator. His ambition has been realized. Mr. De. Busch is the best orator ever produced by America. A friend of his, Ken Brownlee, the fastest typist of the world, is his private secretary.” “What ever became of Wm. Wozniak?” “The last time I heard from Bill he had been elected to the United States Senate and was about to be married. I didn’t learn the name of his wife. David I.anyon was playing for the president when he last wrote to me. David has become a wonderful violinist. Dick Marshall and John James are on the All American Soccer Team. I hope to see them play again this year.” “Have you heard anything of Anna Mar-golis ?” This strange creature closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair and remained motionless for a few minutes. Finally he spoke: “Anna has become one of the best known pianists in the world since Paderewski. Not long ago Thomas Ednie, the greatest of electricians, entertained at his gorgeous summer home in honor of Mine. Margolis. Clara Kniep, a %wonderful dietitian, and a great friend of the Ednie family, prepared a magnificent dinner for the occasion. “Mme. Cooke, the famous voice instructress, was to have been present but she is very busy preparing for a concert to be held by her pupils.” “I used to know a girl named Hilda White-house. Have you heard anything of her recently ?” “No, I haven’t heard any recent word from her, but I know that she is in China doing missionary work. Of course, you know that Ellen Keam is a candidate for the governor of Pennsylvania.” “That’s fine,” I said. “There was a tall, willowy sort of a fellow in my class. It seems to me that his name is Jess.” “Yes, that was Jess Snyder, I think. Jess is a model for Aratex collars.” “Oh, then there was Margaret Kushner and Irene Szepessi. What are they doing?” “Those girls have wonderful abilities. Margaret is a teacher of shorthand at Reno College, and Irene has just secured the position as private secretary to John D. Rockefeller.” “Oh, by the way, it seems that you’ve forgotten to tell me about one of the liveliest wires in the class, haven’t you?” “I suppose you mean that light-haired girl with those pretty teeth who took almost even-subject in the high school.” “Yes, that is the one I mean. What has become of her?” “Well. Ruthe has promised to love, honor, and obey Bob Guiney for the rest of her life.” “I knew that was bound to happen,” I said. I shuddered. The room had suddenly grown cold. I awakened with a start, looked about for my companion and much to my surprise he was not in sight. The fire had gone out. I glanced at my watch to find that it was after midnight, but my dream was a wonderful one. “Sue.” EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT Dear Exchanges:— The time has come when we must say goodbye. For the nine months that we have been in school together I must say we have had many enjoyable hours together. The list of exchange papers was very large this year and many of my friends and school mates had much pleasure reading them. Some of these papers were really excellent. I always enjoyed reading the North Braddock Scholastic. It is such a large paper and there seems to be a department for every activity. It is not merely an upper classmen’s paper, the Freshies and Sophs each contribute to its news. Then, too, the Red and White, a neighbor of the North Braddock Scholastic, is always on the