Penn Yann Academy - Key Yearbook (Penn Yan, NY)

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7 DIQUDHECY Early in the summer of 1950 I was traveling about the country without any definite destination. I came upon a small village about dusk one day, and thinking that one place was as good as another, I decided to stay there overnight. Climbing from my car I hailed a bedraggled bum, who was limping along the street, and inquired where the nearest hotel was located. Upon closer examination, I recognized the face of my old pal and classmate, Charles Punk Snyder. After exchanging greetings he directed me to the Worstbuild Hotel, the city's finest. Upon arriving at the hotel my baggage was picked up by the doorman, Glennis Renedict. Registering at the desk and glancing over the names my eye was caught by the familiar signature of Edwin Jackson. Raising my head to inquire about this person I recognized Gladys Russell, the clerk, and Raymond Ingraham, whom she introduced as the manager. They informed me that Mr. Jackson was a high pres- sure salesman for the Sure-Shot Mothball Company. They also told me that James Ferguson and Lynn Porter were salesmen for the Glass-Eye Potato Growers' Association. I was taken to my room by the bell-hop who was none other than Winton Pulver. Going up on the elevator operated by Francis Sherman CI always knew he would get up in the worldj I washed and dressed for dinner. When I descended to the din- ing room, I was directed to a table by the Head Waiter, James Eaves. While waiting for dinner, I was entertained by the orchestra, some of the members of which were Allen Henderson, the trombonist and leader, with Frederick Reuss at the piano. I had read beforehand that Fred had gained prominence by the discovery of the lost chord. My dinner was served by Nina Wing who seemed to be as talkative as ever. After dinner, I strolled into the smoking room, where I lighted a cigar and sunk into a comfortable chair. flf you can call these modernistic chairs as such.j I began perusing the Daily Blab. My eye fell upon the editorial written by Walter A. Hen- ricks, also about the proof of the theory that the temperature of a knot hole is the same as that of the air which it contains by the eminent scientist, Knud Borglum. Also I read that Robert Donaldson who was teaching Latin at Rome had made several important geological discoveries. In the advertising section, I noticed several advertisements, among which was one by Howard Cody who was engaged in the manufacture of Cellophane wrapped eggs with the slogan 'See What You Buy. He shares the honor of the discovery of these with the Professors Walter Wood, Charles Adams and Wilfred Reed of the Department of Animal Husbandry of Hobart College. Earl Morse and Leon A. DeBolt had their advertisement in, with the slogan, We Move Anything That Ain't Too Heavy. They were evidently in the trucking business. I also noticed that the Harper SL Herrick Beauty Parlor had an advertisement. 23 V

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v 1 CLASS IDDEM lt is my privilege to introduce to you The Senior Class of '32. Forty-six girls and forty-one boys- Our teachers' prides? And our Principles Joys? Erma DeCamp, a bright young lass Won highest honors in the class. While Sarah Challis, our second best, llas always shown her zeal and zest. Raymond Ingraham, our President, To be a lawyer is his intent. lligh honors go to lssy Maloney- There is nothing about her class marks that's phoneyl VN hilma Crane I must confess ls just as studious as the rest, But her studies are in a dilfcrent vein For it's human nature in which she's trained. There are two other birds with us who rate Both are Wrens that don't migrate: Carlton and Margaret, they are by name, But they're W'rens just the same. If any Senior wants their cartoon Please see Gladys Russell soon. Amongst our lot it is agreed Our most cheerful is Wilfred Reed. Hank for singing has a beautiful voice And compared with Rudy would be our choice. Blanche Nielsen doesn't believe in signs For soft shoulders is where she inclines. Eddie VVinters we'll all allow As a model boy to us he'd bow. For the longest and shortest we next sing Of Ida Ames and Nina Wing. Then to Doris Ansley our hats we doll' For her smile is the kind that won't rub off. Tho' Arthur Covert is reserved in his way lle's bound to win success some day. We wonder why James has dropped the Eves And caused so many girls to grieve. Two candidates for matrimonial joys Are Kitty Lereh and Edith Boyce. May happiness go with them forever afterg The same goes for Ivan Laller. Who are the two with the curly locks? Why! Nick Cincotta and Mildred Fox! Our walking dictionary is Carlton Daileyg Our class orator is William Bailey. Knud Borglum we'd have you know ls our modern Cicero. Lynn Porter in figures ranks, And Jimmie is the victim of his pranks. We like them both, you bet it's true, And DeBolt, and Malkie, and Ilenrieks,too. There are many others in this long line Including Castelluzzo and Angeline. Now K'Eddie Jackson is a jolly scout When he walks in, our gloom walks out. Irene Kelsey is often cooled By this handsome youth, for whom she's 'Ksoldf' lloward Cody, 'tis plain to see Glenda's gift from heaven he'd like to be. Francis and Evelyn to teach hath hopes But pray, my friends, for the little folks. Two air-minded girls have we Edna Boyce and Mary Gottfried. Carl Eskildsen, you know 'tis true Of languages he knows quite a few. CConlinued on page 471

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-.-l. --.1 DIQCDHECY Some one switched on the Television set and the screen showed the faces of Esther Carlin and Wendell Parker leading in reducing exercises. Henry Cornwell, the announcer, also rendered several vocal selections which had been popular in my school daze Suddenly I was disturbed by the noise of a street brawl. Bushing outside and inquiring what was the matter I was informed by a bystander, Doris Doolittle, that William Bailey and Edward Winters, famous soap box orators seemed to have violently disagreed on the theory that Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Doris and I walked down the street and she informed me that she was matron of the city hos- pital. I also learned that Edith Christensen was dietitian and that Thelma Sheppard, Mildred Travis, and Buth Miller were nurses under her. Down the street a flying electric sign in front of a theater proclaimed to the world at large that Jane McKie and Don Olsen were headlines on the vaudeville bill as Adaggio dancers and the feature picture was Art Covert and Doris Ansley in a modern version of Ben Hur. l bought tickets from Grace Rogersg they were taken from us by Erwin Fletcher and we were shown to our seats by Whilma Crane. We were just in time to see the last of the news reel which showed Wesley Feagles, the reporter, interviewing the Queen of Sheba, Ida Ames, on the possibility of her marrying the Sheik of Araby, more commonly known as Miles Whitbeck. After the show I walked down the street to a Delicatessen proprieted by Carl Eskildsen and Josephine Swarthout. Mary Gottfried was a clerk. They told me that Rosario Castelluzzo and Nicholas Cincotta were engaged in gathering old Fords to be melted up for tomato cans. l also learned that Mildred Fox had just won a prize for talking the most and saying the least. l left the store and walked down the street past a lot enclosed by a high hoard fence. On the fence, printed in large green letters was Murphy's Brick Yardf, The night watchman was Monroe Barden. He was still kicking about the A-he had received in French. Chatting with him I learned that Kenneth Sorenson and Edith Christensen had joined the Barnum and Bailey Circus as dwarfs and that Isabel Turner went as their strong woman. He told me also that Hilda Kinyoun, Erna DeCamp, Isabel Maloney and Sarah Challis have consolidated in the dressmaking business and were doing very well. Across the street was the Boyce Sisters Candy Shop which, Moe told me, was very well patronized. About this time I began to feel sleepy so I bade farewell to Moe and made my way toward the Hotel, but I never arrived there. Instead I woke up to find myself being dragged from my car by Malcolm Snowden. My car had very gracefully wrapped itself around a large elm tree. Except for a bump on the head, I was none the worse, but alas, I realized that this wonderful experience of meeting most of my classmates had been merely a dream. 24 V