Southwestern High School - Prospector Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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We Sem'ors can now face the great wide world where our dignity will help as not, but oar firm will-power will give us the impetus to sail our ships safely into the har- bors of success. A GLANCE INTO THE FUTURE By LYLE JANNISSE '4Such is the life of a trav- eling salesman, I mum- bled as I hailed a taxi for the station. As the yellow carry-all approached, whom should I recognize behind the wheel but Russell Reck- wald. On the way to the station, he told me that he and Stephen Martin, who had been in the navy for eight years, were the champion boxers of their respective weights. Stephen went under the name of Battling Stevenski and Russ, Kid Reckemf' I inquired why they left the Navy. He said that they married Grace Kirchoff and Velma Riopelle and were now living happily on Hast- ings Boulevard. He also added that they did all their buy- ing at Bagozzi's grocery store. Clare is now a big busi- ness woman. When I arrived at the station, six bellhops dashed for my suitcase. It looked as if I were going to be killed in the rush. They finally slowed down and I saw that they were Norman Koch, Clarence Wieland, James Magadini, Edward Heldt, Edwin Zielke, and Clarence Wissman. I settled the argument by letting all six of them carry my grip. I thought maybe it would be too big a load for one of the little fellows to carry alone. I tipped each of them a cent. Noticing I had thirty minutes to wait for the train, I wandered about the station. Due to force of habit I roamed into a lunch emporium. After waiting fifteen minutes for service, I happened to glance under the counter, and, to my surprise, I saw Al Pugno and Clate Brechin, wrapped in aprons, sound asleep. From then on I believed in the old adage that habits formed in school could never be broken. As I turned away from the counter, I saw a big crowd collected around a doorway over which hung a sign, Beauty Par- lor. In my inquisitive way I went over to see what it was all about. What a shock I received! There, on a platform, Arthur Plots, now a famous French beauty ex- pert, was introducing Professor Ebeling. From the intro- duction, I learned Fred had found a marvelous formula for growing hair. At last his ambition is realized, I thought, as I saw his long curly hair and his little mus- tache. In the audience were many beauty experts, such as Edna Rebert, who now had become pleasingly plump, Grace McLean, Dot Quandt, and Aggie Radcliffe. When I turned away, whom should I see coming across the floor but Ruby and Fern Johnson, dressed in old house aprons, carrying mops and pails. Bringing up the rear was Lenora Behm, wearing a beautiful dust cap and shouldering a broom. Just as I was going over to speak to them, something boomed out like a peal of thunder. My fears were soon quieted, however, as I saw the figure of Clarence Sloan announcing the trains. On my way to the car I saw Tom Naubert and Eugene Rose selling crowbars, with which to open the Pullman windows. I always did say those boys had good busi- ness heads. Ann Zorvan was buying a dozen of them. She passed a remark about running out of rolling pins. Here's hoping her husband has a hard head. I had just settled in my seat when I heard a familiar voice shout, Peanuts, popcorn, chew-gum, chew gum. Looking up, I recognized the owner of the voice as Eddie Budnik. He told me that he had just had a fight with Gladys Meinzinger. She ate all his candy and then told him to charge it to Santa Claus. I felt sorry for Eddie Page Fourteen because Gladys is a strong woman in Florence Dubke's famous circus. After the train had started, John Kuhr came wobbling down the aisle asking for tickets, in his good old Irish brogue. He sat down and talked to me for a long time. He told me that Harold Gloyd and Kenny Townsend were in an insane asylum. Gloyd had gone crazy over fire engines and all he did at the asylum was ride around in a red kiddy-car. Kenny became insane when Regina Singer threw him down. All at once we began to smell an irritating odor in the train and we both began to sneeze. When I turned around to try to find its source, I saw Dale DeWitt and Norma Heddle blowing sneezing powder at each other. I quickly stuck my head out the window for a little fresh air. My glance happened to rest on a lanky figure standing on the engine, holding a net over the smoke- stack. Every minute or so he emptied the net in a basket. I quickly asked John to explain it to me. He told me that the railroad had given Scottie Sands permission to collect cinders that way, because he wanted to build a drive-way for his notorious Ford. I asked John if anyone else I knew worked on the railroad. He told me that George Reske was a section boss and that George Sagatelian, Wilbur Wagner, and Steve Tompos. who had run for president of the Correct English Club and had been defeated, worked under him. He said that Jerry Hallahan was an engineer, Mike Kareha, a fire- man, and that Elizabeth Neff sold popcorn in a big sta- tion in New York. As John had to leave me to collect some tickets, I busied myself looking around the car. There, in one corner, was a big banner, Reform Workers' Society. I saw Peggy Czap dressed in a long black gown, wearing big glasses, with her were Ethel Kendy and Velma Koska. They seemed to be talking and nodding to some one on the other side of the car. When I looked in that direction I had the surprise of my life. There sat Phyllis Wolven, Bernice Miller, and Jerry Saville, with their faces all powder and rouge. Geraldine seemed to be fiirting with a big butter and egg man across the aisle, whom I recognized as Gerald Krause. As I glanced at their suitcases I saw they were from a show company. Just then I saw Kuhr motion for me to follow him. He led me to a private car. We slowly opened the door. I almost dropped dead! Kenny Sansom, sitting in a big easy chair, was telling his private secretary, Julia Ben- nett, what he was going to do in the next golf tourna- ment and how he was going to defeat the new champ, Joe Marvaso. On a little table next to him was a pic- ture of Leonora Corsini. We quietly closed the door. It was still the same old Sansom. I bought a paper from Karl Wagner, the famous red- headed newsboy of the Michigan Central R. R., and set- tled down to read for the rest of my journey. I had no more than picked up the paper when the train came to a grinding stop. I quickly looked to see what was the matter. There, on the track, about three feet in front of the engine, sat Anna Kovacs, Anna Miglin, and Helen Petro, playing Jacks. Soon the track was cleared and the train started. When I resumed my reading, I received another shock. In glaring headlines was- Dettmer follows in the foot- steps of Nancy Miller and turns Hindu. As I read on I saw he had changed his religion, and had gone to India.

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WE BEQUEATH OUR TREASURES 1, Edward Heldt, do will and bequeath to Norman Min- cer my sunny smile, which has won me many friends. I, Juanita Millsap, do will and bequeath to Florence Mincer my sunny smile, which has won me many friends. I, Elizabeth Neff, do will and bequeath to Dorothea Sternad my ups and downs in chemistry. I, Lyle J annisse, do will and bequeath to Martin Cav- anaugh my dignity and seriousness in classes. I, Helen Petro, do will and bequeath to Alice Yager my favorite books--Elson's history of the U. S. and Guit- teau's History of the U. S. I, Hayes Johnson, do will and bequeath to Sol Efrusy and Emil Dubke my jolly air and hearty laugh. I. Bernice Miller, do will and bequeath to Gertrude Kibat my rambling loquacity. I, Michael Kareha, do will and bequeath to Frank Fekete my uncontrollable desire to run in the city meet. I, John Kenyeres, do will and bequeath to Scaley Fior- dilis my boxing power, so that Sharkey may have a competitor. I, Velma Riopelle, do will and bequeath to Myrtle Parker my chair in library and hope she doesn't get as many runners in her stockings as I did. I, Gerald Krause, do will and bequeath to Randall Gray my relentless nature when in the presence of a few senior girls. I, Emily Romberger, do will and bequeath to Evelyn Frank my unceasing chatter. I, Edwin Kurzatkowski, do will and bequeath to Frank Gasiorek my humorous attitude when taking charge of History VIII, the fifth hour. I, Irene Rosensweig, do will and bequeath to Phyllis Rago my senior dignity and the toy cop which I played with in some of my classes. I, Arthur Plots, do will and bequeath to Harry Mar- mion my excellent lungs and my saxaphone. I, Gerry Saville, do will and bequeath to Margaret Toth my jolly disposition. I, Michael Vargo, do will and bequeath to Victor Matulevich my exasperating nature, and my eagerness to write essays for English. I, Agness Schuelke, do will and bequeath to Irene Seech a few feet of my slim figure. I hope she doesn't feel hurt. I, Russell Reckwald, do will and bequeath to Fred Pagogna my heavyweight championship in Southwestern. I, Margaret Shopkin, do will and bequeath to Dorothy Oakley my position as goal keeper in hockey. I, George Reske, do will and bequeath to John Precobb my specs , and my knowledge gained in drug stores. I, Lenora Behm, do will and bequeath to Alice Smoot my ability to pass all mid-semesters and finals. I, Alfred Pugno, do will and bequeath to Ralph Nie- meyer my splendid build which enables me to be an all- round man. I, Julia Bennett, do will and bequeath to Olga David my ambition to write poetry. I, Eugene Rose, do will and bequeath to Robert Quiring my sweet tenor voice, which is to be used only in wide- open spaces. I, Clare Bagozzi, do will and bequeath to Rose Munt- yan my ability to vamp basketball players. I, George Sagatelian, do will and bequeath to Walter Schnierla my tremendous strength and good looks. I, Laura Crawford, do will and bequeath to Elsie Os- borne my knowledge of farm life. I, Clarence Sloan, do will and bequeath to Harry Rowed my good looks, accompanied by my fortune of 31.50, which is to be invested in S. W. games only. I, Leonora Corsini, do will and bequeath to Lela Ba- gozzi my brother's red-hot tieg my white shirt goes with it. We, William Sands and Kenneth Sansom, do will and bequeath to Carl Ritter and Edward Lally our ability to be good bluffers. I, Margaret Czap, do will and bequeath to Clara Henig my ability to burn up generators. I, Clarence Wieland, do will and bequeath to Glenn Steffes my school-girl blush. I, Milton Silverman, do will and bequeath to DeWitt Severance my rough readiness for picking on boys bigger than Severance. I, Florence Dubke, do will and bequeath to Anna Bush- weit my ability to get the Hudson. I, Edwin Zielke, do will and bequeath to Cardinal Stoddard my contagious giggle. I, Dorothy Frahm, do will and bequeath to Nor- ma Geloneck my curly blonde hair to add to her bounty of black tresses. fContinued on Page 151 We dignified Seniors, after four years in this school, have come into possession of very 'valuable things. These we whole- heartedly bequeath to you. Juniors. You. can show your appreciation of these gifts by cherishifng them forever. Page Thirteen

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Being clairvoya-nt, our p r o p h. e t has foreseen g r e a t success for the most brilliant Seniors. Many of the underclass- men are doubtful of our seer's ability, but-well, time will tell. Right under this was an- other article which caught my eye. It stated that An- drew Papp, Kenneth Beck- ett, Miss Hull, and Geral- dine Knaggs, famous movie celebrities, were leaving for Europe. At the side of this column was a picture of the captain of the boat, Hayes Johnson, and his first mate, John Kenyeres, greeting the actors as they em- barked. In the corner of the picture was the signature of Steven Dallos, the famous photographer. As I glanced through the society column, I read that Juanita Millsap was engaged to Michael Varga, famous million- aire collar-button manufacturer. Ithen turned to the sport page. I saw that the United States Olympic team, headed by Whitie Miller, the famous weight man, had a big chance against the Hun- garian team led by the red-headed streak, Knight. The Davis Cup tennis team had won the championship. This team included Margaret Shopkin, Adeline LaJoie, Dor- othy Frahm, and Helen Townsend. They had easily defeated the French team headed by the ace, Irene Rosensweig. My reading was cut short by John an- nouncing my station. When I stepped off the train, I saw little Milton Silverman and Emily Romberger fight- ing to see who would sell an apple to Laura Crawford, a famous evangelist, who was making a trip to the Canary Islands. I entered the bus and right up above I saw a big sign S1000.00 reward for the capture of Ed. Kurzat- kowski and Alex Vargo, convicted of stealing air out of a tire. On our way to town, I overheard one man tell an- other about a big social affair they were having in the town hall. Edward Coulson, the famous author of The Swedish Lover , was to be the main speaker. They were also to have speeches from Otto Marotz, famous artist 3 Elva Strong and Lois Windmueller, scientistsg Agnes Schuelke, pianistg and their beloved Mayor, Lil- lian Siegel, who was to present Hester Wood and her troop of girl scouts a prize for the service to the town. I sighed and leaned back in the seat. What a day! I had seen or heard of all my old classmates. It did my poor heart good and brought back memories of the past. Slowly I fell asleep. Classmates, this is just another of my humorous prophesies. Your accomplishments I know will far ex- ceed anything I could predict for you. With our class moto, Conquering and still to con- quer , ever before us and the old Southwestern fighting spirit, I am sure we cannot fail. Class Day Program President's Address ,.,., .,....,....,,..,.,.... D ale DeWitt Presentation of Pick .,,...............,..... Gerald Krause Acceptance of Pick ,.,...... .....,,.., S lyvia Zimmerman Presentation of Spade ...... .,.,...... L eonora Corsini Acceptance of Spade ....,. , ,...... Albert Beauvais Valedictory Address ...., ., .....,.,.... Lillian Siegel Class History. ,,.,.,........ ....... E dward Budnik Class Will., I ..,., . ..... ....,.,... A nna Miglin Class Prophecy ...,...,.......,. ......,,.......... L yle Jannisse Poem ......... ........ ...,...., ......,..........,....., J u l ia Bennett CLASS MOTTO: Conquering and Still to Conquer. CLASS COLORS: Lavender and Pink. CLASS FLOWER: Sweet Pea. The Class of '28 By Julia Bennett Now our high school days are over And our victory is wong But the parting comes with sadness, For our journey now is done. Many times the road's been stony, And the pathway hard to treadg But it's been a pleasant journey, For the sun shone overhead. Now, alas, our pathways severg We have reached the forking road Where the paths lead for asunder Into realms of strange abode. Each road leads us to the future, Filled with wealth unseen, untold. May the way of each be sunny And to each the best unfold. As we travel Life's great highway, And with smiles accept our fate, We'll ne'er forget our schoolmates Of the class of twenty-eight. So we'll turn out footsteps backward To the happy days of old, When we studied back in high school 'Neath the dear old Blue and Gold. lContinued from Page Thirteenl I, Clarence Wissman, do will and bequeath to Amphion Sheldon my promptness in handing in daily exercises. I, Grace Kirchoff, do will and bequeath to June Rust my ability to get 100 per cent on exams. I, Alex Vargo, do will and bequeath to John Witt my much-used Ford, hoping that he can keep on the road. I, Norma Heddle, do will and bequeath to Arlene Mc- Millan my captaincy in hockey, on condition that she doesn't break as many sticks, or hearts, as I did. I, Karl Wagner, do will and bequeath to Herbert Waring and Karl Wissman my numerous conspicuous sweaters and slip-overs. I, Fern Johnson, do will and bequeath to Rose Snider- man my ambition to become a famous star in the movies. I, Steve Dallas, do will and bequeath to William Yuhas my outrageous boldness. I, Ruby Johnson, do will and bequeath to Eleanor Died- rich my popularity with all of my instructors. I, Ethel Kendy, do will and bequeath to Elsie Moeller the good looks which enable me to find a job. I, Wilbur Wagner, do will and bequeath to Walter Behnke my watchful attitude in class-that of watching the clock. I, Geraldine Knaggs, do will and bequeath to Mildred Ray my ability to inspire young men to poetical dreams. This will has been witnessed this day, May 28, 1928, in the presence of G. W. MURDOCH. MATILDA ANDERSON, NoEL E. CRAIG, Page Fifteen