Richard Montgomery High School - Rocket Yearbook (Rockville, MD)

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The ROCKET Then. ''Libby'' Montgomery came into view, wearing the cutest” hunt- ing togs. She announced to me.—and the world in general—that she had captured single-handed ten giant mice while exploring the wilds of Chicago. “Jimmie Kerr and Toots” Wilson appeared next. They were both talking at the same time on the same subject. How to be the Life of the Party.” I wanted to hear it but did you ever go to a woman’s bridge party and try to hear anything? A picture of a Hospital flashed on for an instant. I caught a glimpse of Edith Pepper and Dot” Fisher looking terribly important in the spandiest white uniforms.” Close up followed Jim Darby, the famous Doctor, (who had discovered the fountain of eternal youth.) and his efficient secretary. Helen Hendricks. The best hits from the newest musical comedy greeted my eyes, and I recognized Dot” Howard and Ellen Leahy who were pepping up the Minuet to the accompaniment of Adrian Fisher’s banjo and Jimmie ’ Shewbridge as of old, was at the piano. A jumbled conglameration of black and white turned out to be the “Want Ad” section of a County Paper. An arrow pointed to a tiny notice in one corner. I quickly put on my glasses and read with much difficulty, I must confess: Lost, between Kresge’s and Woolworth's. a brown purse con- taining thirteen cents and a postage stamp. Please return to George Lamar. Just then. I heard a voice saying. Ladies and Gentlemen, Pumphrey's motto is We finish what we undertake.’ Now let us show you our new caskets in the daintiest pastel shades.” The voice came nearer and I saw something very big trying to squeeze into the crystal. A face appeared. Worthington Pumphrey. as I live! He struggled. There was a terrible noise and the crystal lay in pieces upon the floor. Maude Wilson.

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The ROCKET Class Prophecy ERHAPS all of you do not know it. but I am extremely partial to seances. I have been to dozens of simply fascinating native ''dens'’ in Patorack, Sherpoole and Bethesgaith. If you have never heard the weird chanting, and seen those old women mumbling over their crystal globes, you will not be able to feel the sensation I had when I was let gaze into the crystal for the first time. I believe it was in Japoland (or some such place) in 1945, but the date and the place are nil—compared to the wonders I heard and saw in the crystal space. (Oh! Did I tell you it was a modernized crystal equipped with wireless!1) I held my breath as a myriad of brilliant colors, all jumbled together, appeared before my eyes. Suddenly, all the pieces of color fitted together, for all the world like a picture puzzle, and there was a miniature of Bertha Young behind the counter of a cosmetic store. Her voice came faintly to me. Ladies and Gentlemen. This is Coty's in Paris. We have the very best in Cosmetics at the very cheapest—.” She and her voice faded leav- ing behind a perfectly gorgeous looking movie hero named Jack Markland who was fast over-powering (by looking at him) Alfred Christie, a deep-dyed vil- lain who was twirling his mustache and giggling. The next scene showed me June Isherwood beside her modernistic painting. A Day in Math Class. Gee. it was the most realistic thing! Everybody looked sort of scared and—er dumb! Just then a loud noise shattered the stillness and a tiny figure, suspiciously like Albert Hahn, ran into my line of vision closely followed by Frances Lambert, who was yelling at him and throwing shoes. From what I could gather, it seemed that she had bought some shoes from him and they had worn out in five years. The scene changed to the Counting room of a reputable Bank where Dot and Bub Wootton. Ella and Woodie Bennett were figuring out the day's profits in an unusually efficient manner. A mist covered these figures, then lifted, showing Izzie” Steinberg direct- ing the peppiest Orchestra that ever played Sonny Boy.” I next saw Elizabeth Mooney explaining a treatise on the fourth dimen- sion. (Now. please do not ask me to explain it. I never did understand architecture!) A vision of lovely dresses next appeared with Laura Gardner in the midst of them. It was very evident that they were her own fascinating creations. One-two. one-two. bend! A lesson in gymnastics was being con- ducted by Hazel Owings. I was able to see Hazel Stone. Ida Stiles. Helen King. Ella Mae Dorsey and Margaret Hargett among her class. They looked so enthusiastic. While, here I was, still feeling the effects of my 1930 classes. There next appeared Ellsworth Pauley, the world’s strong man. lifting a 1000 gram weight with one hand! Can you imagine that? The scene changed and I saw Helen Tyler who was giving a fierce speech warning sinners to repent. Her audience,—that is. those who were not leaving.—were in tears. 25

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The ROCKET Class Will «AVING reached the last stages of a High School career, and knowing that it will be impossible to take any of our possessions with us into the next estate, we. the Class of 1930. believing ourselves to be sound in mind, do hereby will and bequeath our most valued and cherished possessions to our successors as follows: To Mr. Schott, our beloved Principal, we bestow the privilege of install- ing in the minds of the future students, the code of Sportsmanship. To Miss Hauke. our Class Adviser, we leave the privilege of guiding the future Senior classes through the hard trials and tribulations of graduation. To Miss Sheehan, we give the privilege of managing the ROCKET for many more years to come. To Mrs. Edwards, we yield the privilege of using parliamentary law in the management of her classes. To Mr. Norris, we bequeath the privilege of coaching his Basketball Runts, with the proviso that three years from the execution of this will, they shall be the Montgomery County Champions. To the Underclassmen we relinquish that which we have set forth as follows: I. George Lamar, yield to Jack Lake, my chair as Class President. I. Ella Bennett, to Dorothy Johannes, my giggles. I, Edith Pepper, to Diantha Bowie, my ability to read French. I. James Shcwbridge. to Emily Markland. my place at the Baby Grand.” I. Helen King, to Karl Becker, my famous love affairs. I. Helen Tyler, to John Clagett. my artistic ability. I. William Wootton. to Alvin Perkins, my honorable position as Presi- dent of the Student Council. I. Dorothy Wootton. to Mabel Snapp. my sunny disposition. I. Priscilla Burdette, to Francis Leahy, my bashfulness. I. Dorothy Fisher, to Margaret Huntington, my happy-go-lucky manner. I. Bertha Young, to Helene Harmon, my cosmetics. I. James Darby, to Joe Fisher, my popularity with the ladies. I. Leona l.inthicum. to Mary Gettings, my stenographic ability. I. Evelyn Purdum. to Walter Purdum. my sense of humor. I. Catherine Small, to Edna Fisher, my good fellowship with the boys. I. Mary Purdum, to Julia Tyler, my tardy excuses. I. Ellen Leahy, to Helen Butts, my dancing supremacy. I, Hazel Owings, to Ellen Milor, my ability at Hit Ball. I. Worthington Pumphrey, to Carl Darby, my jollity and good nature. I. Elizabeth Mooney, to Carol Snyder, my athletic prowess. 1. Ella Willson, to Ruth Chapman, my good looks. I, Laura Gardner, to Rose Williams, my sylphlike figure. I. Jack Markland, to Walter Johnson, my fine physique. I. Adrian Fisher, to Stokes Mouldcn. my weakness for playing the banjo. I. Albert Hahn, to Carvel Diamond, my privilege of transporting the boys to the games. 27