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

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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

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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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56 T II E T E C II R E V I E W 1930 there she added quite a bit of information as to the whereabouts of our classmates to what we had already learned. We found that Herbie Thornton, who used to jerk sodas in the Boston Store, now owned the store, but because of his exrteme modesty was still jerking sodas; also, that Eraclio Del Sesto and Edmund Castignacci were the most successful Real Estate Dealers about Providence, and that Russell Hager and Armand Ferrioli were reporters on the Evening Bulletin Staff. Ruth was just giving us a funny account of how Leonard Sherman, the Superintendent of the Hos- pital, had slipped on a banana peel left in the corridor by Clinton Dawson, a young interne, and fallen downstairs into the scrubwoman’s pail, when Doctor Walt Waterman came in to look at Ruth’s arm. He informed us that Lillian Jacobs, be- cause of her beautiful blonde hair, had been allowed to double for Betty Compson. He also said that Roy Pearson and John Goodwin had recently returned from a hunting trip in Africa with the Prince of Wales, and were now living at their re- spective estates in Hollywood, California, where Roy was employed as a scenario writer. He pronounced Ruth’s arm greatly improved, and after leaving a string of orders with the nurse, which proceeding caused Ruth to make several faces at him, he left, and after bidding Ruth adieu, we soon followed his suit. As we were going down the corridor, I happened to look in one of the open doors, where I beheld Mildred Pierce soothing the fevered brow of Mr. Cush- man, who, it seemed, had suffered a ner- vous collapse after correcting a set of Civics papers which were all A’s. To my remark to Mildred that I was surprised to see her there she replied that many of our class- mates were employed there. Evelyn Mowry, Kathryn Nadeau, and Mary Crowell were nurses. Claude Chadwick, George Bans, Irving Rubin, and Bob Byrne were doctors, (imagine it!) while Emerette Barden was the head dietitian. After leaving the hospital time hung rather heavily on our hands, so we decided to attend the evening performance of That’s Why” at the Albee Theatre. As we still had a half hour to spare we stopped at Pitassi’s Drug Store, which was located on the site of the old Pond Annex for the convenience of High School students. We ordered our sodas and sat down to wait and look about us, which latter part we found most interesting. Over in one corner of the room sat Muriel McLaughlin chew- ing the rag” with her old side-kick Evange- line Jerald, both of whom had been in- structors at Handy’s School for Dancing, until Muriel had discovered the notorious criminal who had robbed the Industrial Trust Company Bank, and thus received a million dollars reward. Since that time she had been in training for a woman de- tective, and having completed her training had gone into business, taking Evangeline as her partner. A few minutes after they had left, Henry Decring, whom we had heard was now a model for Men’s Snappy Clothes at a shop on Fifth Avenue, came in with his better half. As we were going out of the door we bumped into two sailors, who proved to be Arthur De Cesare and Fred Costello. We extricated ourselves, apologized, and managed to reach the theatre without further mishap. When we reached the theatre we found Bill Gregson and Herbert Stromberg tak- ing tickets, and after securing good orches- tra seats we settled down to enjoy the play. It was an amusing comedy written by Harold Lindberg, and dedicated to Mr. Manchester, directed by Don Jeffrey, and starring Leila Briggs and Ed Cullen, both of the Albee Stock Company. The cast included Mason Daniels, Alice Peacock, Fred Colagiovanni, Milton Kaufman, and