Shaw High School - Shuttle Yearbook (East Cleveland, OH)

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HUTT 7 Li 1 N f O W L i l l EIJNA FLAHERTY Friendship club ROB E RT WILLIAMS Football 411.1 JOHN WEEKS CYNTHIA HARDWICK Friendship club BETTY HILL Friendship club Loaders' club Cheerio club -24- GLADYS NICHOLL Friendship club Monitor Comniittve Cheerio club VICTORIA MILLER Friendship club Dramatic club Leaders' club Monitor C'on1mittee BION ST. BERNARD Football lH.l SELM A POLATSEK Debate club Glee club Dramatic club Shuttle Staff lBusin0ssJ ERNEST ERICKSON Band

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RALPH ZULAK JUSTIN LYONS Dramatic club Band Orchestra Hi-Y MABEL NORRIS Dramatic club Monitor Committee Leaders' club Student Assembly GEORGE HUTCHISON Glee club QV.-Pres.J Student Assembly ELEANOR HURBIG Friendship club Dramatic club Monitor Committee Cheerio club 9' LOUISE LANGELIER Dramatic club Debate club IRMA BLASS Friendship club JACK BOOKWALTER GRACE COBB LEON HINE Baseball

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9' Class Prophecy of the January Class of 1931 ARLY in the summer of the year of our lord, 1950, as I was piloting my sport- model monoplane along the main airway of the city of East Cleveland, I suddenly became tired of the constant drone of the never-ceasing line of planes passing about me. Glancing aimlessly down, I noticed the flag waving on the top of the new Sky Theater, announcing the daily matinee. Motioning my chauffeur to take the stick of the ship, I set the distance gage on my parachute, descended the steps on the side of the plane, and waited for the next stop-light. After alighting on the landing field of the Sky Theater roof, 2,000 feet below, I disengaged myself from my parachute, and went to the ticket booth. The lady robot mechanically took my money and handed me a ticket. A robot usher greeted me as I entered the magnificent portals, and, as he was leading me to my seat, I became aware of the odor of cheese. I knew that the picture which was being shown concerned cheese, so I hastily seated myself and gazed expectantly at the screen, at the same time gazing upon the never-to-be-forgotten fea- tures of an old classmate, William Buckingham! He was demonstrating the possibili- ties of his new electric mouse catcher which he had just invented. The smell of cheese which had so attracted my attention came from the bait which he used. At this mo- ment, an indignant woman appeared upon the screen beside the demonstrator. It was Jean Adams who was violently protesting against the cruelty to the little mice, in which she was vitally interested because she had recently established a league for the prevention of cruelty to mice, in co-operation with Maida Hosack and Eleanor Hurbig. In the midst of the tempestuous argument which ensued, the location of the news reel changed. I heard the soothing, familiar voice of Franklin Bolmeyer, and was not surprised to see him leading cheers for the Deaf and Dumb Institute in the South Sea Islands. Nearby, Robert LaGanke was putting a gym class through their daily dozens. Irma Blass and Loomis Smith, two pupils of the Institute whom I recognized, were emphatically discussing the Einstein Theory. The scene once more changed. A volume of deafening sound reached the ears of the audience. When I was at last able to pierce the thick cloud of dust, I was as- tounded to see Leon Hine and Bion St. Bernard in command of the Soviet troops in Russia, trying to disperse a mob formation caused by the presence of a famous movie actress who had succeeded Betty Hill in world-wide popularity. I strained my neck to get a glimpse of the actress, and was rewarded with the sight of Florence Miller, who was graciously acknowledging all the attention. At the sound of considerable excitement in the background, my attention was drawn to a group of soldiers. One of the soldiers, James Soeder, had just shot a rabbit, and was the object of general admiration. Joseph Rasoletti and Fred Nathanson were trying to out-bid each other for this rare delicacy. The scene changed to the floating air hangar, constructed under the careful direc- tion of Sylvia Farina, architecturess, where the big trans-continental plane was about to take off for its two-hour round trip to Europe. Its pilot, Edna. Ball, and her me- chanic, Bertha West, were very busy tuning the engine. The passengers were hur- riedly mounting into the cabin. I recognized Irene Cole, who was going abroad to consult Cynthia Hardwick about building a home for red-headed orphans in Switzer- l-and. The next was Walter Redfield, who was going to London to meet the rest of the members of an international football team. He had been elected to the exalted position of water-boy, with Earle Mack as his substitute. Immediately following him was Phyllis Boldman, who was going across to finger-wave the Queen of Bulgaria's hair, for such was her national reputation as a hair-dresser. The plane was about ready to leave when a loud commotion arose in the rear of the plane. The cameraman showed 125-