St Marys Commercial High School - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Hargie's old friend, Rosemary Wiemeyer, having successfully retired from Grand Opera, Cwith a fine collection of grapefruitj, was running a Dude Ranch out West with that old cowhand, Mabel Tyler. 0' 7 K 7: f .JV fl w ., I 1: I Q 94 T fl ffff QL, The sharp ring of the door bell brought us both to our feet, and Margie was in a fluster to complete neglected household duties. Only when the door closed behind me, and I was standing on the sidewalk, did I realize that I had not sold any apples. Oh well, I had oauyht up on my gossip anyhow. The street was crowded, and I threaded nv way carefully through the knots of people hurrying to and fro. A telephone pole sprang up from nowhere and rapped me sharply on the nose. I stopped abr ntl? to reconnoiter and found myself being pushed into a crowd of women, standing on the sidewalk listening to a learned member of their fair sex denouncing the evils of the nhossless carriaQe.n I craned my neck to see who this powerful speaker was, and there, perched precariouslv on a tiny soap box, was Elizabeth De Wolf. FY' gal Q! xf fx' sf, .,.!j! L -.. ff gi. J.: SOA P .TZT1

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I always said her love for public speaking would carry her far. A hat poked under my very nose brought me out of my reverie. I looked up to see Jeanne Campbell, Liz's right-hand man, busily passing the hat and keeping a 'weather-eye out for wooden nickels. With a minimum of elbow poking and pushing, I managed to struggle clear and gain the open sidewalk once more. The show window of a large department store attracted my attention, and I wandered leisurely over to inspect it. There renosinc on two twin beds , : .L A. J , were two of the t ' b t ' - ' ' ' ' ' ' ' I s ore s est mattress testers, Gloria Loran and Larie Lardie The? looked so comfortable there, that I really envied them. I crossed the street to where a huge sign, advertising a coming circus, was displayed. I glanced laconically at the various acts offered, but came to a halt at the following: nSee the tallest woman in the world, Regina Barbaglia, straight from the wilds of Youtellne.n ly gasp became a groan when there, on the same bill, I saw: uYou'll thrill, yeu'll chill to the death-defying tightwrope walker, Angeline Herlo.n ly, mg, they had been such nice girls too! Le wonder Margie had not mentioned them to me. Such a sad fate! - iL xe ' I HXIFEJRI MNTHJN n a -'57 , Anil , -1 ,IPX , :Z g I - :I I I Y r wmfnf, I FUQAQIQ ?J5FFFb .J Qgplfll' ' aunwaocu I decided to wander into the hotel on the Virginia Hoff, the head chamber to the Information Desk despite of the hotel. There, answering ask, was that champion question- -L , -,,,,., ...r corner where I might inveigle apple or twob I stalked up glances of several residents every question that anyone could possibly asker, Angeline Bonaventurag Behind her in maid, to buy an the disdainful a litcle booth of her own, sat Susie De Lair, the gum-chewing telephone . t , Q , . opera or. It was from her that I learnec that the bridal suite w's bei . I., ng occupied by Virginia Rinke, who had married a rich banker, and didn't even have to lift a duster anymore.