Norwood High School - Silhouette Yearbook (Norwood, OH)

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one. On the first page was an article telling of the return of New York's leading world correspondent and journalist, Dick Olney, who was taking passage on the great-granddaughter of La Normandie with Joe Hock as its capable captains Suddenly feeling the urge to get out and walk, the better to see the sights, I went over to Brooklyn Bridge, where I was just in time to save Janet Stratemeyer 'trom plunging herself into the briny deep because she had failed to hit high C in her solo in the symphony that afternoon. Having calmed Janet enough to get her to go with me to get a midnight snack, I took a taxi over to 42nd Street and stopped in at a little place where Helen Mueller is the proprietress and Lorraine Jett is doing her bit at the cash register. We discussed many at the present day happenings, especially the new I. O. U. project that our president, Victor Bittner, was getting ready to launch Now no one bought anything unless it carried the l. O. U. tag. an offspring of N. R. A's Blue Eagle. Unexpectedly everything became foggy and when this mist cleared away I found myself in a strange, yet familiar, city. There were certain aspects that made me think of my old home town. Norwood; yet certainly it this was Norwood, our old hangout, Serodino's would be on the corner where that all-steel, reinforced building projected into the heavens! Approaching this all-steel edifice, I saw the door automatically swing open and I found myself staring into the greyheaded sconce of an old schoolmate, Albert Feusse, now manager ot a chain of atter-school dance clubs for high school high step- pers with La Rosenstiel as their graceful teacher. She was assisted by Dorothy Harris with Janet Newton at the piano; These atter-school dance clubs are taking the country by storm, since they are typically significant of the present-day trend. Clorying in again meeting some of Thirty Sixis classmates, we all tell to talking about the days when, and we all felt equally proud of our old classmate, Dick Hartlieb, who was out in Hollywood making pictures and who was being heralded from coast to coast as the biggest tind since the late Will Rogers. Olive Von Seggern. they confided, was still floating about like a feather in the breeze. Betty Morehead was happily married; her two daughters were frequent patrons of the dance club. Leona Hall was teaching French at Norwood High, and Betty Jane Smith and Helen Duke were the country's leading dress designers. Alberta Peet was Dean of Girls in a city high school in Cleveland, Ohio, and Bernice Green was going places'l in Hollywood as a second Zazu Pitts, with Louis Burrus as her leading man in her next production. Fred Nippert was a United States army officer of some note, while George Parker was still a private, though destined for an advancement soon. Margaret Miller and Grace Richter were now at the head of Norwoodls Social Service League and were doing a wonderful piece of work. Jean Vickery was the prosperous pro- prietress of a dress shop down in the Carew Building, and Lois Kaylor was her model. Virginia Wallner was employed by the HNational Geographic Magazine because of her knowledge of historical facts and data. Virginia Gillis was acting in the capacity of an air hostess on the Douglas liners. Bob Marlow was one of Cin- cinnati's energetic advertising men, and the Mlles. Marguerite Burnett, Betty Wertz, and Virginia Erich were three of Cincinnati's most skilled hairdressers at a smart Cincinnati beauty salon. Margaret Weiler was happily married. At this point of my dream I unexpectedly woke to find Jack Busam, back from his sailboat ride, giving me the Bronx cheer for having slept away the whole of a delightful afternoon. I, however, considered it an afternoon well spent, and after suppressing a satisfied yawn, l repaired to my rooms to dress for the evening somehow feeling sure I wouldnt partake of steamed clams and baby lobsters again. Aloha, RUTH SCHl ER E271

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PROPHECY OF THE FEBRUARY CLASS OF 1936 I In The year I950 I found myself planning a vacation To Maine, where I was desirous of seeing The Hurlingham Club of London, whose polo Team porTends disaster To aII others conTending for The WesTbury Challenge Cup. I flew up in my plane and sTopped off aT The Cape Cod CounTry Club abouT eighT miles from Oyster Harbor. On The day before The open championship, I indulged in a couple of sets of Tennis and a swim in The pool kepT icy cold by an arTesian well and followed my plunge by a Tasty meal consisTing of plates of sTeamed clams. baby lobsTers, com, and waTermelon. After This exercise, and as l was strolling Through The club's lounge whom should I chance T0 encounTer dreamily smoking by The fire but Jack Busam, who, by dinT of his progressive spiriT, was manager of The Cape Cod CounTry Club and waSIeaHy makkg The pbce pay.NVe Taked by The hre as dd Tnends wHL until he announced he had an engagemehT To go sailing, Ieaving me To weave dreams in The warmth of The blazing fire. Meeting Jack seT me To Thinking of Norwood HighIs graduaTing class of I936 and wondering whaT The various members were doing now. IT wasnIT long before heavy exercise, warmTh, and a satisfactory meal had Their effecT, and I was swiftly being carried mm The Land of Dreams. I found myself in New York aT The Rainbow Room. where Bob Becker was acTing as masTer of ceremonies and The TeaTured dancer was Irene Howardy That blonde bnmbsheii from nuT of The middle wesT. AT The Check room I meT Sam Pater- son, who had won his place in This hilariously gay worId as presidenT of a large sTeamship company. He was escorTing his old friend Howard EII, one of The counfry's ouTsTanding footballs coaches, who was visiTing New York for an evening's enTer- TainmenT, We danced To The syncopaTing rhythm 0T Howard Buschis orchesTra, in Evhich GlaiI WiIkes was The TrumpeT pIayer and Ellis Craig The ardent picker of The a$ wo. Upon being invited To Mr. PaTerson's Table we Tell To Talking of old dassmates. and I was soon informed ThaT The widow SToTesbury, formerly RuTh SherTzer, was enjoying her penThouse aparTmenT, and ThaT Carl PriTChard was The owner of New York's most exclusive men's haberdashery. George Kamphaus was in his employment. Mr. PaTerson ConfidenTiaIly whispered To me ThaT BiII Ryan was a possible nominee Tor The mayoralTy of New York and ThaT people were beginning To hold Their breaTh and look for The best buT expecT The worst Mr. Ryan. iT was rumored, was appearing aT a number of New York's nighT spoTs in The company CT The exoTic EdiTh Rohnery who was gaining world renown for her revquTionary and sTarTling styles in ladies, coiffures, Mr. Ell wilIineg added his biT of gossip by his announcemenT ThaT Dick IanTsch was appoinTed supervisor in a governmenT projecT ThaT was guaranTeed To make The Boulder Dam look sick, and ThaT Dick Frech was his valuable assistant. Norman Parker, he related, was realIy hiTTing pay dirt as The new CanTaloupe King, and Harold DaIIman was doing his besT To nose him ouT of This posiTion. Finding This source of informaTion exhausTed, I hurriedly IefT The Rainbow Room in an elevaTor operaTed by Edward IIBabe Klieman, and, buying The HNew York Timesf I hailed a Taxi wiTh Bill Wergowski at The helm and lisTlesst began To ThunayThrough aw paper NVhenI came MTThe sechon on HArm and The TheaTen I was raTher sTunhed To see Carol NeumeisTer adverTised To appear in a coming play calIed The Children's Hour. Upon This sTarTling revelaTion I promple swallowed my cherished piece of Wrigley's gum. ICharles Marback, by The way, is now The head of The Wrigley Companyi. While rapidly scanning The sporT section I was sanshed To hhd ThaT one of NonNood Thghs Track men, Gene Buchannon, had esTabHshed a neVVINorkfs record in The 250 yard dash at The npe old age of ThHTy- I251

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JUNE CLASS ADAM FIGURE. .TRUNKS BY WEDEL EVE FKCURE , SATKN SUIT BY CHAMBERS INCIDENTALS SAND BY NATURE