Schoharie Central High School - Yo Sko Ha Ro Yearbook (Schoharie, NY)

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....,mi....,. i..,.,, . -... ...v---.-,v-W-.--N My husband and I left early and went to our rooms. When we arrived at them, I could not find my key. We tried to open the door, but to no avail. When I noticed a young woman coming down the hall, she asked us what the trouble was and what our names were. She checked our names in a small book and then opened the door with a master key. We stepped inside the door and turned on the light. It was Wanda Fancher. She informed us that she was the house detective here. She said that she was taking the night shift this week and that Catherine Roe was working during the day. We thanked her for her services and went to bed. On the third day of our visit we were in the lobby of the hotel when a certain gentleman checked in. I hadn't seen him in person for years, but his pictures were often in the papers. It was Bill Best, pitcher for the Yankees. He was taking the winter vacation here. Late that afternoon while we were lying around the pool, we heard a buzzing noise and looked up. There was a helicopter about to land on the other side of the pool. When it landed, two men stepped out. There were the multi-millionaires, Bob Blenis and Wilbur Lockrow. It was just a short time ago that they had been regarded as the mad scientists, but their experiments paid off. In case you don't remember, they made their fortunes by answering the question, Why the Worm Turns. On inquiry, we learned that they were staying here while posing for portraits which were to be done by the famous Monsieur ,Richard Krall. We stayed at the Holiday Inn for another week. Our time was spent pleasantly by making tours and visiting with all the old friends we had found. We met two more during that week. It was only by luck that we bumped into Kathleen Van Aller and her husband. They had just stopped over night and we happened to spot them in the Blue Room. Earlier that same evening we had discovered a cat in our roomg and after finding to whom it belonged, we returned it. That was how we found Marilyn Cook. She and her cats had a room at the end of the hall on our floor. When the time came for us to finally leave, the manager, Marilyn Canton, and the owner, James Van Derwerken, came up to our rooms to say good-by in the name of the hotel. It was the first chance we had had to speak to them so they stayed for the better part of an hour. It seems that Marilyn had been part time manager in a store when James had wired her to come and help him to manage his new resort. Jim had three other resorts in Florida, a.1l doing well. Then with more fond farewells, we left the Holiday Inn and started for home full of fond memories and good friendships. 25

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PM MY husband decided to take his vacation during the winter this year, so we made plans to spend it in Florida. We contacted Katherine Radford, you remember her as Kay Scutt, and' her husband and arranged to travel with them in their trailer. It was a beautiful brisk day just after the first of the year when we started. We made very good time, but during the fifth day on the roadsomething went wrong with the car. We stopped at a near-by gas station to have repairs made and who did we see but Larry Pritchard. All he had were parts to old Hupmobiles on which he is quite an authority. However he was able to fix us up and start us on our way with good wishes. While talking to Larry, we found out that Bill Reisinger had another station down the road so we stopped for a brief chat. Bill informed us that he and Larry weren't speaking because of an argument over autos. That evening we stopped at the B Sz B Restaurant for supper. The food was excellent, and while'we were finishing, the proprietresses came over and spoke to us. They were our old inseparable school chums, Bernice Allen and Bernice Tallmadge. They had recognized us as we came in and had waited to talk to us. They told us that they had been running the restaura.nt for five years. After about an hour of old reminiscences we started on again. Not too long after, we pulled into Palm Springs. We had chosen the Holiday Inn as the place where we would stay. It was owned by James Elon Van Derwerken I and managed by Marilyn Canton. Our reservations were made some time in advance so that the desk clerk, Eddie Barbin, had us shown immedi- ately to our rooms. They were spacious and light and looked down on a courtyard and the private swimming poo . The next morning we were served breakfast in the dining room by a pleasant waitress whom we recognized at once as being Mabel Woodbeck. She said that she had been working there off and on for some time-it all seemed to depend on how many verbal combats she had with the head cook, Betty Conover. . We had planned a sight-seeing trip for that morning, but as we stepped outside, we stepped into the middle of a lively argument between two shop owners. We recognized them immediately and shook our heads in dismay. Lorraine could still give a good tongue-lashing when she wanted to. This time it was, as it often used to be, Warren with whom she was quarreling. It seemed that the display in Warren's haber- dashery was distracting attention from I.orra.ine's dress shop window. Neither would give in so the argument was still in progress as we left. We were then conducted to our sight-seeing car and proceeded merrily on our way. We soon had passed through the bustling city and its wonderful sights to the outlying districts. Citrus farms were in the majority there. We had passed many of them when I noticed a sign which said Gaige's Citrus Farm. On chance we stopped and inquired about the owner. To our pleasant surprise we found it to be our old friend Marshall Gaige. He told us that he had given up farming in the North because of the climate-too cold. We stayed there for lunch and by a chance remark, found that Lauretta Barton had a pedigreed dog ranch about five miles from Marshall's farm. After leaving Marsha.ll's, we went to the Barton ranch only to find that we had missed Lauretta by a few minutes. We promised to return before we left for home. It was late afternoon before we returned to the hotel. We decided on a swim before supper. When we got to the pool, we heard the guests applauding. There, up on the high board, Betty Thompson was about to do diving stunts. At the present time she was employed as private secretary to the owner, James Elon Van Derwerken I. We spent a pleasant hour getting acquainted with some of the guests. About 7:00 we were dressed for di.nner and proceeded to the dining room. The head waiter, Herman Stolzenburg, showed us to our tables and served us personally. In that way we were able to talk to him for a while. He recommended that we come down to the Blue Room later in the evening to hear the band, which was excellent. We had seen the posters showing the West Quintet and Vocalist. We said that we would and then began to thoroughly enjoy our dinner. Betty had certainly done us up royally. Later that evening, the four of us went to the Blue Room. Bill West's orchestra was now the number l band of the nation, and they were doing the I-Iit Parade from here on Saturday nights with their vocalist Thelma Pierce. Thelma and Bill had worked up some wonderful novelty numbers that you had to see to appreciate. Thelma was in her glory when doing one. I noticed that Lenny Butler was playing trumpet for Bill and helping with arrangements. 24 ..., ..,,, , ,, -.vw , ,. , v.-.,.,....., -,,, ...-WWWWUW-v.-

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