Providence Technical High School - Review Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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um TIIE TECH REVIEW 53 BV Helen E. Kinnecom, '30. Bang! Crash! I was suddenly roused from my reverie by the sudden realization that something had happened. I slid the controls forward, and nosed my plane earthward. When at last I sighted what I thought to be a good landing place, I made a fairly good landing considering limita- tions, and then crawled out of the cockpit to look about me. At first I could see nothing, but in a moment I spied another plane which was trying to land beside mine. As soon as it had fairly stopped I ran over and inquired breathlessly what had hap- pened. To my great relief the pilot assured me that I had done no harm in bumping her plane, so we laughed and passed it off as a joke. “I’m awfully sorry though,” said my companion, but I really didn’t see you until I hit you.” Well, I guess it really was my fault, I admitted rather shamefacedly, “because I wasn’t thinking about where I was going at all. I was dreaming of the old days when I used to go to l ech, ’way back in 1930, and—” Here I was interrupted by an ejaculation from my companion. You used to go to lech! What class were you in?” Why the class of January, 1930, I answered. The other pilot at this point solemnly removed her helmet and goggles, and to my utter amazement I beheld my old class- mate, Grace Cripps. At first I could not resign myself to the miracle of timid little Grace Cripps driving an aeroplane, but when she informed me that she was start- ing on her fourth trans-Atlantic flight the next week, I began to get reconciled to the fact, and we were sitting on an old stump talking merrily of olden times when Jessie MacKinnon suddenly climbed out of the rear cockpit, adjusted her lorgnette, and in a lazy drawl inquired if anything had hap- pened. She was delighted to see another of her old classmates and after being as- sured that everything was all right we set- tled down to a cosy chat. Jessie explained that she was married to F. Scott Fitzgerald, the famous author, and that they were residing temporarily at the Biltmore Hotel during a reception tendered her husband by the city of Providence. She said that Carlie Kotler and Jeanne Bercovitz had an exclusive style shop on Fifth Avenue in which Esther Grande and Theresa Ciam- percero were employed as mannequins. Grace supplied the information that Rus- sell Vernet was a Professor of Greek at Yale University, and this reminded me that I had heard just last week that Howard Umstead and Charlie Whittaker had beaten the world’s record for flagpole sitting by nineteen days.

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52 THE TECH REVIEW 1930 R. I. Alpha of the Phi Beta Kappa Society—Women's Section— BESSIE WILHELMINA JOHNS, Providence. 1929 MARJORIE MILLER KENT JUANITA BENNETT TALLMAN Broivn Chapter of the Society of the Sigma XI, Associate Membership— PAULINE ADELAIDE GREENE. Providence. 1929 EVELYN FORSYTH JILLSON LULU AMELIA VORLECK The Anne Crosby Emery Alumnae Fellowship— Awarded to a member of the graduating class of Pembroke College on the basis of scholarly ability, excellence and breadth of general character, and good health, for a year of graduate study at any American university or college of acknowledged standing. For 1929-30 the fellowship was awarded to— LULU AMELIA VORLECK, Ph.B., Brown, 1929 THOUGHTS I am sitting in my office Alone and very sad. My thoughts drift back to dear old 1 ech And the pals that I once had. Through four short years we worked and played. Each one a classmate true; And then we parted, every one. Why shouldn’t I feel blue? My pals and friends have scattered To numerous parts of the earth. And with them taking memories sweet Of l ech and its lasting mirth. But still I hope and still I pray T hat in the days to come, I will meet again my pals and friends With whom I had such fun. Merrill 5. Faxon. “Vangie”:—“What’s that dark mark across the sky?” “Mim : “Oh, that’s where one of those sky scrapers scratched it.” Farmer: Hello, Ed. Say, we’ve got a freak up at our place—a two-legged calf.” Neighbor: “Yeah, I know it. He came over to call on my daughter last night.” Three ways of disseminating News— 1 elephone I elegraph Tele wo man. Phil Simons (leading the band): “Hey, you!—can’t you get in tune?” Greco: “What! And sacrifice my indi- viduality?” Hec: “Please.” She: “No.” Hec: “Oh, please.” She: “No.” Hec: “Oh, please ” She: “No ! ! ” Hec: “Please, just this once.” She: “I said NO ! ! ! ” Hec: “Aw, Ma, all the fellows have knickers.”

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54 THE TECH REVIEW 1030 All good limes, however, must come lo an end, so we said goodbye, but not until I had promised Grace to spend the after- noon with her after she should return from taking Jessie back to New York in search of a beloved hat which her maid had neglected to pack. I watched them take off, and then with a farewell wave of the hand I jumped in my plane and was soon well on my way to Providence. Upon arriving I acted on Grace’s suggestion and parked my plane at Tahakjian’s Garage at the most reasonable rate of five dollars per day, and went up to the Public Library to read. I consulted Emily Moran, the head librarian, as to some good books with which to while away the time, whereupon she pointed to a row of the latest novels. I soon discovered to my great joy that I ac- tually knew some of the authors. There were books by “Tut” Ferrara, Knight Dunkerley, and several by Max Broom- field, including a Parody On The Consti- tution Of The United States, and a Criti- cism Of Burke’s Speech translated from the original Greek. I found that I would not have time to do justice to all these wonderful books, so I soon forsook them for a newspaper. burning to the sports page I read that “Ted” Seymour and Adri- ence Platt, two former l ech football stars, were expected to win the victory for the Red Sox that day in Chicago; also, that Linda Anderson was to compete with Glenna Col- lett for the title of the World’s Woman Golf Champion. Glancing a little farther down the page I was informed of the fact that Irma Russin and Elna Blomquist were to race each other in a swim across the English Channel. I was just getting in- terested in an article which proclaimed Ly- man Downie and Everett Ernst the cham- pion track stars of New England, when Grace arrived and I had to leave. As it was after one o’clock we decided to eat before we did any more looking around. We finally decided on Miss Cleinman’s lea Shoppe at 431 Weybosset Street. After we had seated ourselves and ordered our luncheon according to the laws of Diet and Health which we had learned in our Nutrition Course at Tech, whom should we discover at the table opposite us but Henry Salisbury and Franklin Walker. As they were traveling salesmen for the Majestic Electric Radio Corp., they could not be long in a room where there was a radio without trying it out, so they accordingly walked over to the one which stood in a corner of the room. To their delight they found it was a Majestic, and after first listening to a most agonizing series of squawks, squeals, howls, and other equally discomfiting noises, we enjoyed a most en- tertaining program. Miss Semonoff, the announcer for Station WJAR, began by intioducing Esther Devine and Whipple Howard who entertained with a group of violin and piano specialties. This was fol- lowed by the opera “Don Giovanni” as sung by a quartet consisting of Kay Mc- Carthy, Francis Gannon, Edith Capomac- chio, and Ewart Dawson, accompanied by Phil Simons and his orchestra. Next on the program was a debate between Marvin Cornell and Edward Geremia, after which a reading by Marguerite Howard and a talk by Bill Sandford on “How I Became a Multimillionaire” (this reminded us that Bill used to be class treasurer) brought the program to a close. We paid our respects to Miss Cleinman, bade adieu to Henry and Franklin, and began our tour of Provi- dence with a feeling of pleasant anticipa- tion. The first squelch to this feeling was re- ceived along with a yellow ticket from traffic policeman Eddie Garlarneau, fol- lowing which sonorous episode, we were pulled in for speeding by State Cop Art Jojorian. Our enthusiasm, however, was not seriously dampened by these few minor