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

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Esther Reppert in the tail of the plane, taking the part of a stow-away. This little incident delayed the take-off of the airplane since it was too difficult to start with the stow-away on board. q Evan Beacham and Kenneth Fishel were shown in the next scene, taken by the news cameraman in their chemical laboratory. mixing a chemical compound guaranteed to kill or cure. Jack Bookwalter sat patiently in the corner of the room waiting for the experiment to be finished, as he was the only person upon whom these guaranteed compounds could be Worked. Dorothy Allen, a health nurse, Grace Cobb, her assistant, and Joseph Lissauer, a doctor, entered the room to inspect the sanitary conditions, and following them came Eugene Rosenblithe, the city official dog-catcher, looking for stray dogs. George Hutchinson, the singing night-watchman, made Eugene aware of the fact that he was in the wrong building, and tenderly led him out. I gasped, as the next scene showed a boat sinking. The passengers were clam- bering over the sides of the ship, most of them going to their doom, for the auto- matic life-savers, installed by Robert Brown, failed to operate. Those who were fortunate to keep above water were swimming toward a tropical island far in the distance. The cameraman shifted us to the island itself, and I saw George Ross, staggering across the sand, completely exhausted, after having gained land by merely talking. Elva Dfroz and Bessie Logan, two titled marathon swimmers and pearl divers, were seen out in the water, rescuing their last victim, Lawrence Gaudio, with seeming difficulty. The missionary of the island came to give a prayer of thanksgiving for his more fortunate class-mates, and it wasn't until then that I recognized Donald Jones. He then led them to meet the cannibal chief, Allen Dolch. I was surprised indeed to see Mabel and Myrtle Norris come out to entertain the castaways with a hula-hula dance, accompanied by the music of ukelelies played by Norman Patterson and George Mills. An old-fashioned side show was the next view to appear on the screen, and I saw Olivia Shattuck being proclaimed the champion hot-dog eater of the world. The next tent revealed Elsie Huttle giving a demonstrated lecture on How to Tame Wild Men. In her audience were Ruth Dickerman and Evelyn Klaue, listening eagerly so that they might go home to their respective husbands to try it out. The fattest woman in the world, 675 pounds, was the object of considerable attention, and I, being curi- ous to see what she looked like, was fairly speechless to see Victoria Miller the cause of the excitement. Selma Polatsek was doing a bare-back horse riding act, and further down was Jessie Peterson doing a death-defying stunt on a motorcycle with the latest air-improvements, demonstrating the possibilities of taking off without the slightest exertion on the part of the driver. The trapeze act attracted my eye, al- though I could not quite discern the performers, since they were so far down the line. But I think I saw and recognized Joseph Hecht tossing Louise Krug from one trapeze to another with the ease of a professional swinger. Ruth Labus, Burrell Clark, Robert Cadwallader and Dolores Ryan, all dressed in tights, were holding the four corners of a net below. Rosemary Otte then entered the arena, followed by five docile lions, which she, as a lion tamer, had under perfect control. Howard Steiner, Manuel Schenkel, and William Walker were the lion feeders. Two stood outside of the lions' cage and made faces, while the third entered the cage and left the food. A Chinese restaurant was shown in the next scene, where Harriet Dyne was ordering milk, and her waiter, in spite of his disguise as a Chinese waiter, was no other than John Weeks. Ruth Pike was singing a Chinese lullaby, while Virginia Long danced a slow, rhythmic clog. In the rear, the wall was being redecorated by Robert Peck and James Ranells, who were commonly known as the singing and danc- ing' paper-hangers. Louise Langlier, a famous French modiste, was dining at a near-by 126.-

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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-

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F table, and talking animatedly in French to Ella Bateman who merely nodded, for she only comprehended a word here and there, being so occupied by the antics of the stage comic, Justin Lyons. Another interesting scene shown in this news reel was William Crago and Robert Dvorak manufacturing Open-road plane roadsters. Lucille Curtis and Ruth Haskell were busy in the same room crocheting lace Windshield wipers for the new planes. Edna Flaherty was testing bo-beep horns, discarding all sour ones. The news reel once more shifted the scene of action, and showed bits of the latest musical comedy hit, Tarazan, the Ape, with Wade McKee as the lead. The part of a huge spreading jungle tree was taken by Charles Daubert, while the treacherous cobra curled about it was none other than Ernest Erickson. Three chorus boys, Roy Bogaske, Charles Thomas and Robert Wilson, danced into View doing some very intricate, dainty steps. Back-stage was next shown. and in spite of their dirty faces I recognized two of the stage hands as Robert Tyson and Ralph Zula. They appeared very busy doing nothing in a big hurry. A harassed costumer, Edith Schweg- ler, was following various chorines in a vain attempt to measure them for costumes. Sam Shaft was exerting himself by carrying all her heavy paraphernalia, such as tape measure and papers of pins. Now the reel was showing the arena in Madrid, where an exciting bull fight was taking place. I was surprised to see Harry Backus as chief toreador, and Harold Treadway as his assitant bull-thrower. In the audience, Jeanette Lothrop, a senorita, was attracting much attention, for she had recently inaugurated a new system for learning the Spanish language. After the fight, the scene showed Helen Haggett eat- ing hot tamales by the dozen at the stand operated by Eileen Hosack. The strum of a soft guitar was heard, and the troubador playing it was no other than William Jack- son. As a balcony window was flung open, Katherine Richards appeared, and tossed a rose down to the singing troubador. I was taken, in the next scene, to Scotland Yards, where Helen Paginton was reigning as superintendent of the Yards. Behind a huge microscope, examining vari- ous footsteps around the Yard for clues, was Gladys Nichol, a sleuth of some renown. The baying of bloodhounds could be heard, as Esther Mullen, the keeper of the pack, entered with them, hot on the trail of a suspected brick-thrower, who proved to be Robert Fraser, a radical Bolshevist. The news reel was over. As I was leaving my seat, I stayed just long enough to hear the cast of the main picture. To my surprise, Lynn Somershield was the hero, while Eleanor Marhofer was his leading lady. The author of the story from which the picture was taken, modestly put in his appearance, and added a few Words about the following picture. It was Harris Moyer. The play was about the escapades of a loose lunatic, and Harris had received his inspiration from Robert Williams. At this point, I left. Finding my plane in the parking space on the theater where my chauffeur had left it at my instruction, I spoke to Richard Webster, the attendant, who, after taxiing my plane out for me, declaimed the poorness of business and the possibilities of a robot's replacing him. Just then, Richard Zeiner came to collect back- rent, and Richard Webster, seeing his approach, left hurriedly. Then I took off. I went on my Way moodily, marveling at the fortunes of life, and the effect upon the lives of my former class-mates of the January class of 1931 ........ The preceding train of thought was terminated abruptly by a sudden air-plane crash, in which the originator of the previous thoughts was featured prominently, he being so deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he failed to heed a stop light. Post mortem will be held tomorrow. Alta A. Slaight '31 Jane M. Colby '31 -271