Salem High School - Fenwick Papers Yearbook (Salem, NJ)

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6 Gm? I In this class of '37 we have a hall of fame, VVhere every student with some outstanding trait May have engraved in flaming letters his name, Showing exactly how much with 'us he or she does rate. First, we have Virginia Russell and Leo, 1937 versions of Marc Anthony and Cleo. Then, for examples of the athletes of Troy, lfVe have Marguerite, the girl, and Glaspey, the boy. Every class must have, of course, wit and humorg So, Helen and Billy XVilson, we should have thought of this sooner Alsoremember, whatis a class unless it has a goof? Freddy and Pearl are our definite proof. Rita and Alan make a good pair,- Brains are in heaven, noses in the air. As for those who are clothed the best,- VVhy Gladys Smith and Leo are the best-dressed. ln every class there are those who are shy,- Pauline and VVayne: you guess the reason why. Marvin and Audri talk more than any, While Eddie and Mary receive the vote of many For being a modern Romeo and Juliet. Peggie Smith and Kugler defy the hands of Fate, By always arriving at any function late. VVhile Marie and Joe Russell plus an appetite VVould eat anything and everything in sight. A pair that causes many rapturous sighs Are Mary Charles and charming Clement, A poised self shone where'er they went. The biggest Hirts are XfVayne Benner and Irene, Their eyes wink perpetually at every one seen. The best salesmen we found out were Henry Budowsky and personable Thelma Archerg As for those who trip on the light fantastic toe, Dot Sheppard and Billy are the best we know. Marian VVoodward and jack Carpenter are the brightest, VVhile Van Sheppard and Bea Croft are the Hightiest. I think we've covered this list fairly well. And now, don't you think it would be swell, ' If we include the whole class in the next lines? VVe say, as shivers run up our spines, That, all in all, this has been a great class From the very first year of school to the last, And if in this hall you don't find your name, You'll probably see it later in a greater hall of fame, One in which the whole world competes, And the one that has the stuff is the one that beats. 28 ' Q5 as

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-' 'I-. -- h s 3- vang WHEN we as Seniors graduated in 1937, we promised that in 1947 we would meet at a. cerf tain place without fail. The place we chose was the French Casino in New York City. With an mixed feeling of curiosity and apprehension, I turned my footsteps toward the Casino, where 1 beheld' a. swarm of clamoring women eagerly watching' Ralph Clement, the world's most eligihlebachelor, descend from his town car and enter the establishment. I en- tered the Casino to be greeted by the owner, smiling, affable Clement Powell. The place was cleverly decorated: for our reunion in gay'Scottish plaids, to remind us of our final. days at Salem High School. f - I made a round of the tables, greeting everyone. At one table, looking very smart and oh! so polished and moderne, sat Bea Croft, Gladys Carll, and Minnie Halpern. Their escorts were that cold, cold man Alan Skinner, the wrestler: Fred Burkhardt, the well-known tlorist: and Henry Budowsky. that clever and promising bolognau salesman. In a secluded corner sat Pearl Mansfield of motion picture famaqwhispering sweet nothings into the ear of that intrepid adventurer and explorer, Vvlayne Sheppard. At this time, I was interrupted by the approach of a swazgering, insolent beauty, none other-,than L'Ella Sullivane. a. new edition of Mae Vvest. I-Iyah, kids, she drawled, winking at Mr: Ballinger, her forgotten man.. There was. a. blare of music as the spotlightfswung onto the floor. There were Rita Scott and her sophisticates, playing a smooth arrangement of Auld Lang: Syne. Out onto fthe floor in the circle of the light steuoed a :ay flppure, Marvin Pearl, the genial master of ceremonies. After a few words ot' welcome, he began the flooxnshow, with Audri and Dot tapping to the Barnyard Trot. Their ovation seemed great until Irene Slavin launched into her glorified fan-dance. This appealed very strongly to two stout, .business men, Xvarren Ray and Wayne Benner, who were immediately silenced hy cold glances from their wives, the socialite, Frances Bacon and the pocket Venus, Emma Miller. , , Mr. and Mrs. Vengenock, nee Virginia Russell, were oblivious of the floor show, gaz- mgraptly into each other's eyes, while Billy Plasket, watched such adoration .with frustration on his face. Marian lVa.ddin,f:ton warhled a torch song. followed hy a chorus of high-stepping girls, Amelia Crist, Theresa Xlfhitesell, Julia Kirk, Mabel Goslin, Edna Rankin, and Vvilburta Mills. 'The show closed for the moment with Anne Miller 'in za. lovely toe-dance called Goddess of Spring. Roger Ansink, following his predestined career -as a traveling salesman, and I circled the floor. 'We saw Helen Eitzel, tennis champ, wind-burned and brown. dining with the king of finance, Bill Tomlinson. The genius of psychiatry, J'ack Carpenter, was chat- ting amiably with Marie Hewitt, the Golden Girl with Silver Skates, while Dorothy Zane, the Gay Divorcee, watched him with eyes that had looked thus on six husbands. Socially minded Thelma Archer greeted Peggie Smith, a designer in an. ultra-smart Fifth Avenue shop. At another table, sat Mary Charles Fifzestahler, Margaret Balamontis, and Marian Haskett with their escorts of the evening, Van Sheppard, Billy Kuzler, and Julius Saltzhurg. Margaret had a stellar role in a Broadway show. Mary Charles and Marian owned a shop, creating gowns' for the beautiful. . ' x Pete Flgan was a typical man-about-town. But Julius? Oh! that golden voice that drove women mad had finally been enthroned in the Metropolitan. Arthur Hall, the screen's lover, was sitting with his eyes glued upon Pauline Smitli, smiling at the ever-attentive foreign diplomat, Glendon Mitchell. 1 . 1 A ' Alberta Myers had married well. Her name was Mrs. Joseph Russell. Eddie List and Mary Fong were dancing with stardust in their eyes. Progressive Harry W'ood, held in tow a. person we recognized as Billy Xvilson. Harry tried to tell us it was an educated goon from the African wilds. Suave and smooth, Allen Glasoey held in his arms that charming writer of prize-winning novels. Ruby Sparks. Frank ',Al1en and Hannah Klesscl had finished their high school ,romance with marriage. ' . ' VValtcr Ammerman sat at a -table, dreaming. Elizabeth Breslin speculativcly surveyed a. lovely box of tempting bon-bons. Frank Bodofsky, chemical sxeuius, was basking in the sunshine of Midge :Bl'0YVl'l'S,,S1'l1ll6. ,Midge was the-charming stooge on NVit of Radio, Louis Dwyer-'s program. Jack Dantinne and Carlton Dunnwvere the Ca.sino's bouncers. As I had another engagement, I rambled outside after bidding many cheerful -adieux. On closer inspection the hat check' girl turned out to he Barbara Foster. As I reached the outside entrance, I saw an attractive girl with a travelworn bag, Florence Farenkopf returning from an extensive, around-the-world hitch-hiking' jaunt. Needing air, I walkeddown the avenue, turning over the nixrht's events in my mind. There I saw a sian that read as follows: Charles Trlohhs-Your Future 'Told in Dreams. Another sign in black and silver, stated that you could learn to dance in three lessons with Betty Kiger as the teacher. . Tired and exhausted, I reached my hotel, to hc greeted by a stack of teleiframs from former schoolmates who had found my address and sent in their regrets. The flrst was from Burchell George, a prosperous farmer in the Vvest. I-le couldn't leave, as it ,was near the time for the rains to come. Ruth Hogfate could not come as she had to broadcast. Jessie Harris had an important business engagement that could not he hroken. Edith Zane,.was redecorating her beauty salon and did not have the time. Melvin Simmcrman was busy get- ting ready a new stand for his circus show. I heard quite a commotion outside the hotel.. Running to the windowl saw Ellan Levitsky on a soap-box, speaking quite voluhly. The applause was terrific, that ls,,from her only spectator, Dot Levitskya There was a long: telegram from the Cotton Club, where other members of our class had gone to be in a revue headed by Prudence Brown and Nevelin Johnson, with Floyd Bum-rell's Swingsters furnishing the music., They sent best wishes. Ger- trude Bartlett was teaching at Northwestern and could not get oft. . , ' I received a. long snecial delivery letter from Luther Hadley, containing news about our home-bodies. Lewis Firth, the nresent Mayor of Salem, had Van Shenparcl as his very able rizht hand man. James and Harry VVood were phoiosrrauhers for all Salem Annuals. Sarah Butcher owned the French' Shop. Evelyn Harvey and Florence Grieves were her two willing helpers. Edgar Newton had made some remarkable discovery for DuPont's and heen liberally rewarded. '- l ' Quite a few of our class saw the needto replace the faculty of years ago. Marietta Corson jugnled the acids in the chemistry lab. Harry l'h-umhaugh took Mr. Fx-y's position as history teacher. Ruth Xvaddinsxton .and Marian Xvoodward gave an interesting course entitled Boy Meets Girl. Mildred Pickers, always interested in nrohlems of democracy, saw flt to remove our lovely Miss Durr and holds the position herself. James Smith lives in seclusion, having retained fame as a literary genius. Libby Mc-Cnrthy is a retired all-around Olymnic Star with an aversion to publicity. Doug Marts still haunts the Y's Pool table. ,Geraldine Mifflin grave up independence to marry and raise chickens on a farm on the Bridgeton Road. Sherwood Lloyd still rrives the Palace .Theatre patrons hill-hilly versions of popular tunes. Kenneth Miller plays the role. of a musical comedian. ' Edwin Scull and Gladys Smith tripped the light fantastic on the ,flood old Fenwick screen. Eva. Meltzer owned a. shoe store on Broadway. Izzy Levitsky played in Cack-Cack VVilson's Salem Orchestra. Francis Dolhow, in a frenzied momentf tore down Erhardt's and rrained lasting immortality. Pauline Kuhicki set. her station in life as remaining: an old maid. Julius Kollar was Salen'l's best policeman, and Felix Smuz. his 'most important guest. Last but not least, Marguerite Sutton was the pining beauty waitin: for her hero. ' As the letter closed. I threw myself on mv hed. tired' in body but refreshed in mind. glad to know that the whereabouts of 'our class of '37 would remain forever in the Sands of Time. 4 9 Sands ofa T A 4 X ime

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