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

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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

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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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1930 THE TECH REVIEW 9 W incidents, and we soon resumed our tour, praying hopefully that the next mishap would not be a couple of blowouts on Grace’s old tin Lizzie which we were using as the means of our transportation. Our next stopping place was Miss Draper’s School for Girls. Our rap on the door was answered by Miss Draper’s right hand assistant, a rosy cheeked girl with big, brown eyes, who proved to be none other than our old classmate Dorothy Morrish. We were shown directly to Miss Draper’s office, where we received a warm welcome. We were surprised to find that the teaching staff consisted of Anna Bornstein, Mary Fallows, George Low, Lucy Miraguolo, George Durfee, and Margaret Gosset, with Florence Santos as Gym Instructor. Miss Draper herself escorted us through the classrooms, which most enjoyable part being over, we retired again to the office where we proceeded to talk away the best part of an hour. As we were preparing to leave. Miss Draper asked us if we had heard that Ruth Drew was in the Rhode Island Hospital for an operation on a weakened arm, which the nurses declared was caused by her having carried too many books during her sojourn at l ech. We had not, so as we had plenty of time at our disposal, Grace suggested that we go to see her. I assented eagerly and with a parting wave to Marion, we were off again. We had gone about a mile when I per- ceived a most strange looking procession slowly wending its way toward us. I pointed this out to Grace, who promptly pulled over to one side and stopped, that we might better view proceedings. As the procession drew near, the words “Eat Gormley Bros. Coughdrops” became dis- tinguishable on a banner borne aloft by the two men heading the line. The two proved to be the Gormley Brothers them- selves, who bowed and smiled as they passed us. As we sat there watching the crowd go by Grace suddenly exclaimed. “Look, Helen, isn’t that Ralph How- land; the fifth one in back of Charlie Gormley?’’ I looked, and sure enough there was not only Ralph Howland, but Albert Busbec, Charles Almy, John Tier- ney, George Weaver, and Henry Johnson, all dressed in bright green trousers with tunics of red and yellow, and bearing aloft- a huge box of the aforesaid coughdrops. In back of them came a large truck gaily decorated with red and yellow streamers and driven by George Devine. In the back of the truck was a machine invented by Schrino Greco, who was demonstrating how the coughdrops were made as the truck drove slowly along. A smile came to our lips as we recognized Morgan Thompson in the back of the truck mixing up the sticky things and feeding them into the machine, for we remembered Morgan’s weakness for sweets only too well. In the rear of the truck, winding up the procession, were Edward Temple and Lester Henrik- son bearing another banner, this time with the words “It Pays To Advertise” gaudily painted in huge red and yellow letters. We watched the parade until the last flut- ter of bright colored tunic had disappeared around a bend in the road, and then with a sigh of pleasure we again resumed our journey. “ This certainly has been quite an adven- turous day, hasn’t it ?’’ I remarked to Grace. “It seems to me I haven’t had such an in- teresting time and seen so many of our classmates all together since graduation.” “Well the day isn’t over yet,” said Grace wisely, which remark I found to be only too true when we reached the hospital. We were shown to Ruth’s room by head nurse Elvira McKendall, who left us at the door with a warning not to stay too long. Ruth was delighted to see us, and we found her the same fun-loving person as our classmate of yore. While we were