Napoleon High School - Buckeye Yearbook (Napoleon, OH)

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---PROPHECY-- for a rest would be at Carolyn's dude ranch. better known to vacationists as Come West Young Men-Bar l-8-U . The foreman was Paul Leifer. He was the handsomest looking rider in the west. And could he herd cattle! The plane finally stopped at Detroit and was I glad. I was so air sick that before the trip was over I felt like bailing out. But, as you can all guess, I didn't have the nerve. I decided to spend a few days in Detroit and see the game be- tween the Detroit Tigers and the Cleveland Indians. I knew that Detroit would Win because they were owned by the famous baseball expert, Wally Praet. The game began at two o'clock at Brigg's Stadium. The announcer was Bob Kiser. I knew he announced football games but I didn't suspect that he was also an announcer for baseball clubs. At the game I saw Benny Kessler, the coach, giv- ing last minute instructions to his team. Cleveland played a hard game but Detroit was too good for them. The score ended in favor of the Tiger's. This game put Detroit in first place, and I, with my womanly instinct, knew that both Benny and Walt would celebrate. I took a taxi and went to the little restaurant owned by Babs Groll, known to all Detroiters as the Hash House . When I entered, I saw Benny, Walt, Bob Motter. Bob Gebhart and Estel Comadol. These great sportsmen were discussing the afternoon's ball game. 'They were having a heated argument. Bob Motter was an authority on basket- ball and was coaching the team at Yale. Estel Comadoll was a well-known football coach at Notre Dame University. By the way, Notre Dame had become a member of the Big Ten since Mohawk was doing the coaching. Bob Geb- hart was acting unusual because he sat at the table and didn't say a word. Bob was coaching a group of professionals called the i'Green Bay Packers . He had quite a team. After the boys argued pro and con on the subject of baseball, I heard Bob say. I.et's go over to the theatre and hear Lucy Cienuit sing. When I heard Bob say this, I thought I would go myself, because I had heard her sing before when she was on a concert tour. I finished my delicious lunch and took a taxi to my apartment where I dressed for the theatre. I telephoned to see if I could get a ticket for the concert and was fortunate to get one. That evening after hearing a delightful concert I made my way back to Lucy's dressing room. There I met Hilda Mehring, a reporter for the Detroit paper, Galli-Curcis . She was still the friendly person that I had heard so much about. I also met the famous make-up artist, June Hefflinger. June was known throughout the country for her new make-up tricks that would make any one look like a million. Lucille Panning was also present because she was the secretary to June. She had just been voted the ideal secretary. She is as you can all plainly see, a good worker. Miss Genuit's pian- ist was Napoleon's gift to the concert world, William Plassman. I intended to continue my journey to the coast by auto so of course I had to buy a car. I went down to the Chevrolet Garage and whom do you think I met? Leo Snyder, who had become president of General Motors Company, happened to be inspecting the garage at the time and so I stopped to chat with him. He said that business was never better. He had three children and was living in Flint, Michigan. He looked handsome, healthy and happy. He show- ed me around the garage and showed me all the latest deluxe models. While in the plant we ran into Jim Davis and his assistant, John Deblin. Now don't get me wrong, they weren't working in the plant but were just getting some dope on mechanics. You see, Jim was cracking jokes and teaching Industrial Arts Cwith the assistance of Johnj at Ohio State University. At first I didn't know Jim because he had grown a mustache and he looked so different. I then started on my trip. I felt lonesome so I turned on my radio. The first thing I knew I was listening to the witty comedian Joe Higbea. What a sense of humor! I was listening to him and laughing so hard that before I had any idea what was happening, I had taken a fender off some one's car. I pulled up to the side of the road. I heard someone say, These women drivers! Women aren't fit to drive cars. The man looked at his fender and did he rave. Oh, those Xml: I I--if women! I walked over to the car with a smile on my face and

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L-PROPHECYT self. After his girl left him for the leader of a swing band he didn't know a navy man. I-lerby decided before the navy- department did, that he wasn't go- ing to join his classmates, Bob Barwick and I-Iarold Willeman in the service. The two boys, Bob and Harold, found out that the song was true about join- ing the navy to see the girls, instead of seeing the sea. Bob was an officer but Harold was in the guardhouse most of the time due to the fact that he believed one could see the girls AWOL. It was now time for lunch and was I hungryl I stopped at the well known cafeteria called Popular Paul's and met the proprietor, Paul Ashenfelter, who owned a chain of little restaurants. The chef who 'Acooked up new recipes for the joint was the timid Mildred Dachenhaus. They ordered all their food from the Kroger Store because Chuck Allen was now the president of the Kroger and Baker's Company. Chuck had a wonderful idea for getting trade by having a skating rink in the back of all the large stores. A'Popular Paul's used a new kind of beverage discovered by Don Bauman and Hank Gibson. I was sur- prised to find the drink delicious. Paul also bought all of his bread and pastry products from that brilliant business woman, Kathleen Chubb, who now has bakeries all over the country. The motto on her bread wrappers is, Chubb's bread saves you dough, and keeps you from feeling low . ' After meeting some of these famous people of that famous class and talk- ing about others, I felt as if I were a celebrity myself. I left Paul's and went back to the apartment and prepared a speech that I intended to use in the west when I went there in a couple of months. After writing an outline it was time to dress for dinner. At eight o'clock I had an engagement to attend an opening night of the play Mellerdrammer with the great actress Carol Brey. The play was written by Barbara Borris, especially for Miss Brey, This was Barbara's last play because she intended to retire to the Kolbes. The play was on Broad way and in the 'APodunk Theatre which was managed by Rose Mary Dietrich. When I got to the theatre I was amazed at the large crowd waiting outside try- ing to get in. In the theatre, before the curtain went up, I saw 'a large number of famous people such as, Eldor Baden and his beautiful wife. Eldor was presi- dent of the Gulf Refining Co., and was entertaining one of his close friends, Jim Collins. Jim was dressed Ht to kill but after all he had a right to be be- cause he had taken the place of Mayor La Guardia and now was the mayor of New York. Getting back to the play, I noticed that the curtain was hand-- painted. It was the Hrst bit of painting I had ever seen done on curtains in a large theatre. Of course, I knew that it was painted by that great artist, Delora Theobald. She had studied in Paris and was known the world over. Well, it was time for the curtain to go up. The play was very interesting and Miss Brey did a superb piece of acting. I tried to get her autograph but she was surrounded by newspapermen and other autograph hounds so I thought I might be for- tunate to meet her again. It was time for me to start my trip to California and I finally decided ts go as far as Detroit by airplane and then buy a car and continue by auto. The plane was to leave at seven o'clock in the morning. I didn't feel like getting up in time to catch the plane so I called up Bill Gilson, president of the Transcon- tinental Airlines, and asked him if he could fix it up so I could get a plane at about ten o'clock. Bill was an old acquanitance and I thought this was just my chance to get on any plane I wanted. Bill, very courteously, told me that he didn't know anything about the time schedule but the planes were probably all sold out and I would have to take the one at seven. At the plane I saw another Napoleon graduate. The stewardess was none other than petite Marie Shasteen. She explained many things about air flying whether to join the foreign legion or to mess around with a plane. After pilot- ing around for a while he thought it would be fun to become a worker on the air lines. Well, that's the way things go. On the plane I chanced to meet the well-known lecturer, Mary Jean Lane. She was going west as far as Wyoming, to Carolyn Walker's dude ranch. Mary .lean needed a good rest after her lecture tour and she thought the ideal spot

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---PROPHECY told him that I would pay all the damages. He looked at me disgustedly and then he recognized me. It was none other than Oky Dielman, the boy from Napoleon who gave up his job as owner of the coal company to become a sen- ator. He excused himself and said he didn't know it was I. We had a short talk about him fall men like to talk about themselves, and Oky is no ex- ceptionj and then both went our separate ways. When I got to Cincinnati, I stopped at a stand and ordered a hot dog and bottle of chocolate milk. The little joint was a combination gas station and refreshment stand. I had seen them all along my way and I found that this one was owned by Chalmer Baker. My car was given a complete service. After having a little food I felt much better and drove on without getting to talk to Chalmer. Nothing of importance happened until I arrived in Chicago, and there I was arrested for parking in front of a fire hydrant, How was I supposed to know that it wasn't allowed? Nobody ever told me. I got a ticket nevertheless. I was to appear in court at nine o'clock the next morning and I wanted to be out of Chicago before then. Well, the only thing to do was to appeal to the Chief of Police of the city. I called at Eldon Gottschalk's home at two o'clock in the morning. Of course, I had to get him out of bed. When he came to the door after I had rung the bell about fifty times, he didn't even act as if he were glad to see me. He was rather angry, as a matter of fact. It was the servant's night out so he invited me to come in and I told him my difficulties. He not too politely, told me to appear in court the next morning and to quit bothering him or he would bring charges against me for disturbing the peace and trying to bribe an officer of the law. I was distressed but I finally decided it would be a good idea to appear in court. The next morning at court I came face to face with one of the few women judges of our country, Sis Rieger. My law- yer got up and talked for a couple of minutes and then Sis said, Twenty- two dollars and fifty cents. My lawyer advised me to pay it, so I did. Terrible how these courts take people's money away from them. I bought a paper and after reading the funnies I turned to the middle of the paper and what do you think I found? I found the column written by Harry McAllister entitled Advice to the Love Lorn . The article was ex- tremely interesting and was an inspiration to all the young folk in love. It really contained a lot of good advice. In an advertisement I noticed the name of Marilyn McConkey as an interior decorator. She gave many references about places she had already finished. One of the places was the Strayer Shoe Com- pany which was the leading shoe store in Chicago. It was an exclusive shop owned by Roger Strayer. Another place was the large grocery concern which was now a chain grocery because of the way Karl Baker had built it up. The grocery was designed by Miss McConkey and was extremely well planned. I went over to the University of Chicago and I saw many of the former students of Nap High. Ronny Bockelman was there teaching mathematics. It was the funniest thing, because Ronny didn't look a bit like a professor. An- other former student who had spent his time in becoming a professor was Paul Cochran. He' was teaching the students how to twirl a baton with one hand and jerk a soda with the other. Paul was married and had a couple of children. Kathryn Diemer was teaching typing at the university. She was bustling around from one place to another and I didn't get a chance to talk to her. I continued my trip westward, and for two days I had a very lovely journey but I knew it couldn't last forever because I was never very lucky. When I hit Des Moines, Iowa, I began to feel as if I were catching a cold. l stopped and got some Vicks at a drug store and there was Donny Petter. He had grown to be about six feet tall. He was jerking a soda when I entered but he soon waited on me. Unlike most other large store owners, Don was behind the counter working with his employees. Don was a very wealthy man but he still worked. A couple of days later I noticed a rash on my hands. I took a mirror out fContinued On Page 455