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

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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

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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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1930 THE TECH REVIEW 57 Howard Scholz, who, ever since his grad- uation from Annapolis, had been with the Albee Stock Company, played the part of the villiain. I he theme song was written by Ira Redinger. The play was followed by vaudeville which opened with a specialty dance by Dot” Pcden and Ruthie” Pease, a one-act comedy with Vincent Bat- tle and Eli Malatt, and the presenting of Ralph Daniels and Merrill Faxon, who had succeeded Correll and Cosden, as the inim- itable Amos and Andy. Following their annual scrap was an exhibition of archery shooting by the world’s champion, Ray Westcott, after which Esther Almy, who had lately returned from her ranch out West with a collection of cowboys and rattlesnakes exhibited these curiosities, dur- ing which time several of the women pres- ent (myself included) fainted. When I came to, the first thing which caught my attention was Ernie Ahnberg and Milton Alemida explaining the miracle of how they travelled around the world in a Ford without having one flat tire. The secret proved to be that the tires were made of cast iron, and following this marvelous reve- lation, a group of clog dances by Earle Clarence brought the program to a close. As we were about to leave we happened to glance up toward one of the boxes where we beheld Francis Pickering, the newly-elected Governor of Rhode Island, with three members of his staff; namely, Edward Robinson, George Messier, and George Cairo. As we were filing out, we received cards soliciting the patronage of the new Crossley Hotel, which stood on the site of the old Biltmore Hotel. As it was too late for either Grace or I to return to our respective home towns that night we decided to remain overnight at the Cross- ley. Upon reaching there we registered, and were shown to our room by Leslie Cross- ley himself. After we had freshened up a bit we went down to the lounging room where we discovered Dot Skirrow and Ruth Nodine. We recited our adventures, and received in exchange some news equally interesting. “Dot” said that she was a stenographer for the law firm of Miller Meadus in Boston, and Ruth ex- plained that she was making a tour of Prov- idence collecting autographs of famous people before leaving on her annual trip abroad. Dot said that Fred Del Nero, Joseph O’Beirnc, Walter Kubat, and An- thony Fonaro were with the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company, also that Albert Ferri and John Lombardi were newly elected Congressmen. Ruth happened to know that Rudolph Occomy was teaching the three R’s in a country school in New Hampshire, and that Sydney Leibo was a swimming instructor at the Olneyville Boys’ Club. Grace said that Dan Earl, the fa- mous model for Ads of Arrow Collars, was registered at the Crossley, also Peter Tarlaian and Louis Geremia, two promi- nent young aviators, who had recently re- turned from Honolulu. At this point there was a lull in the conversation, and I idly picked up a magazine which I scanned in- terestedly when I found it was edited by Theodore Zenofsky, and published by the Dimase Publishing Company. I spent a half hour in reading an article about Vin- cent Grossi and Joseph Pignatelli who had the plans for the new White House well under way, and I was deep in an account of the National Umbrella Makers’ Ball, in which Diriar Mukitarian and Vahan Mikaelian figured prominently as stock owners, when I was brought back to earth by a stifled yawn from Dot” and a re- mark from Grace that it was way past little girls’ bedtimes. However, we con- tinued to sit there for some few minutes after “Dot and Ruth had gone, thinking soberly of days gone by, and of the many happy hours spent at dear old Tech.