Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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shop in San Francisco, Elaine Cromie was a teacher in a school in New York City, and Clifton Hunt, having won a Rhodes scholarship, was now at Oxford. She also informed us that “Red” Miner was drawing the il- lustrations for “Jim” Teahan’s latest novel “Banished With the Breeze,” which was later to be made into a movie starring Leona Thompson as Crimson O’Hara and “Art” Corsetti as Rhett Servant. The train stopped at Grand Central Station and we took a taxi that was driven by “Ray” Wood. While tearing around the block for the third time at the terrific speed of twenty miles an hour, we collided with another taxi. Before “Ray” could collect his wits he had received Lawyer Turcotte’s personal card and the news that Turcotte would do the col- lecting from then on. We decided to walk the remaining distance to tihc Yankee Stadium, but when we discovered that “Kate” Ellis was a guide for a small tour about the city, we changed our minds and took the tour. While in Radio City, included in the tour, we wrere happy to meet “Bea” Wilson who took us to the observation tower. In our tour of the slums we met Ruth Thorne, now one of the greatest social workers of the time. As we passed by the Metropolitan Opera House we found that Helen Pechette, a concert pianist, was playing in her first performance that night. Her latest teacher Rosamond Mac Dougall was wringing her hands in nervousness. When our tour ended, we left the bus directly in front of “Ye Old Beauty Shoppe” owned and operated by Mildred Ellis and Elsie Olson. Sitting under the dryer nearest the door was Eleanor Gaudette, biting her nails for fear her hair would not be dry in time for her to meet her pal Dorothy De Grechie. They were to attend a party given in honor of the secretaries of Mile. Marion Hewitt. The last picture that flashed before me was that of a baseball game at Yankee Stadium. The contestants were the Yanks and the Giants. The stands were packed to capacity, but the only spectator I recognized was the former Velda Cramer, now the wife of a successful lawyer. As we took our places in the reserved seats we were surprised to see Spencer Boyce, our old classmate, selling “Cigarettes, candy and chewing gum— ten cents!” It was the last half of the ninth inning; the Yanks were at bat with the bases loaded and two men out. Glenn Pratt, bat boy, was removing the bat thrown down by the last batter when a thunderous wave of applause went over the crowd. The sensational rookie Frank Nacy was up next. The Giants’ southpaw, Cy Currier, had stepped to the mound. The first ball was right over the plate for a called strike. This was followed by two balls and another strike. A deadly silence had settled over the stadium. The pitcher looked around, took his time, wound up and let go. “Ball, too high!” called umpire Henry Edie. Beads of perspiration stood out on the forehead of the pitcher as he wound up for the pitch that would tell the story. At last! The ball had left the pitcher’s hand; it went like a streak of lightning; Nacy raised his bat and then—I woke up. —28— —Irene Gravelle, ’38.

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PROPHECY Glimpses thrciigh the deeds A x A S I sat in the waiting room at the airport waiting for the storm to cease and the plane to “take off,” I fell asleep—and this is what I dreamed. Hhe storm was over. The dark gray clouds had parted revealing silver linings and a golden sun. The clouds drew apart slowly as do the curtains at the opening of a play, and the figures “19-18” flashed into sight. This was followed by a series of rapidly moving pictures of each member of the 1988 graduating class ten years from today. The first picture—I set out from Rochester City Hospital with my pal “Deni” Coffin. We were both graduates and had standing positions in the hospital where the chief surgeon Anthony Corsetti had just completed a successful operation on Paul Sloane, who was injured while doing a high- diving stunt for Barnum and Bailey’s Circus. When we stepped on the train headed for New York City, I recognized “Dom” N'ardelli as the conductor. The train passed through several tunnels, which accounted for Dominick’s new nickname, “Tunnel Xardy.” Across the aisle from us sat the noted journalist, Frank Coffin, who was writing a colossal story about the spec- tacular marriage of George Williams to Olive Blodgett, the latest movie siren. At the first stop a second picture showed Mazie Cook, a ventriloquist, entering the train amid much commotion. Dorothy Boivin was trying in vain to capture her infant protegees who insisted on following Mazie. Third picture—Jane Connie, notebook in hand, was following her employer Leon Gagne, to the dining car where she would complete the letter that he was dictating. The letter was to be sent to John McCarty to collect for the diving suit that had been sold to him the previous year. At noon we made our way to the dining car where we were fed by waitresses under the direction of the chief cook, Margaret Arsenault. Having satisfied our appetites, we returned to our seats. At tjhe next stop we were amazed to hear the newsboy Ed Sullivan yelling “Extra! Extra! Rita De Grechie First Girl to Win Albany to New York Outboard Motorboat Marathon!” We purchased a paper and discovered that Rita had been driving her husband’s boat ever since she had left school. In minor headlines of the same paper we discovered that “Wes” Bovce, concert pianist, had left for a tour of Europe with a broken heart after the Blodgett-Williams marriage. I felt a draft and looked up to see my old classmate Marie Arsenault, ,now a physical instructor, standing before an open window giving exercises to the great scientist, “Little Joe” Sulli. Next picture—The air was stuffy in the railroad car, so I went out on the observation platform. As we passed through a small town, the tele- graph operator, whom I recognized as Albert Yandow, hailed me. Sud- denly directly behind me I heard a giggle and recognized the laughter of an old classmate, era Betts. She informed me that since her start in the senior playr she had been acting as a comedienne on Broadway. During my chat with Vera I learned that the Walsh twins were modeling for a dress —27—

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