St Pauls School - Sigillum Yearbook (Garden City, NY)

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4 slim 400 pounds and in condition for my career at the 42nd Street Bellucci's Frisky French Follies. Bob, you know, bought out Minski several years ago, and the secret of his success lies in the fact that he takes such a deep personal interest in his business. Have you heard anything of Dick Morse? Two, three, umph, pirouette! Yes, he has been elected Mayor of the absolutely, positively, guar- anteed largest city in the whole United States. New York? No! Ellsworth, Maine I That's not the largest city in the United States. Maybe not by population, son, but it is by area. Have you heard about the wonderful comeback of Frost's Flops. Flops? Basketball team? No, pinochle team. However, they still have that old fight. What do you say we go over to Smiley Ed Regnell's Tavern and get a couple of lemonades. Lemonades? At Regnell's place? Yes! You know Ed has a pretty swell joint here on the Bowery. That's where Boss Brandenburg's political machine hangs out. The machine often stalls, but it will never run out of gas with Bran- denburg around. Ed's O. K. just you wait till it gets going. I-Ie'll out-Tweed Tweed and Croker, too. Bang, Crash, Wham-what a fight! Better call for Hogan, Regnell's star professional bouncer. Sniff, sniff-Fair and Warmer-not bad look- ing either. Snuff, Snuff-Fair and Warmer? Say, Jud, is that fellow a wolf or just stuck up? No, no! You don't mean to tell me you don't recognize Kreuscher. I-Ie's a professional weather sniffer. He can smell a storm 500 miles away. I don't think he smells so good. But I thought Fred was working in a garage. At quite a novel job, too, for he at last found a place for his hot air-inflating tires. I-Iave you heard anything more about that ace midget auto racer, our friend, Tom? Why, yes. He's sure making dough now-he's a Baker. Well, I guess that covers everybody except Bill Bennett. Let me tell you about him. What's he doing? ' Doing? Ah, you guessed it. He's assistant-to the assistant-to the assistant Professor of Latin at Saint Paul's and is he happy now! Mr. Tanner has just promised to let him read a copy of Ars Amatoriaf' Page Twenty-Seven

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FUTURAMA-CLASS UF '41 The members of the class of '41 have trod many and divers paths in their twenty years of progress QD since first they left St. Paul's, but they still retain certain characteristics which helped to dis or extinguish them at their Alma Mater. For instance, Herbie Giddings was just put on trial for polygamous polygamy when twenty-six women each claimed to be his one and only law- fully wedded wife. They were all proved to be wrong, however, when wife No. 27 appeared. Other St. Paulites have done quite well in other fields also. Ray Burkland made a million dollars two years ago when he cornered the bull market. After seventeen consecutive setbacks, jimmy Syverson finally managed to hobble around the court without tripping on his long white beard, to win the National Veterans Tennis Champion- ship in that beautiful little town of Forest Hills. But, let's take a look at the newspaper. On the sports page the headlines read jack Comerford passed two hundred yards for a double touchdown to enable Oleary's Oilers to beat C-insbergis Gar- agemen, 12f1O. We must hurry on, however, for I just can't wait to turn to Peeking Perryis gossip column. West Point lost a valuable secret-service man when it told George he ought to be a traffic light Cwhen he blushedD. Ah, there it is! I.et's see what he has to say: When we interviewed Mr. john McKeon, noted bug exterminator, about his business, he said, quote, 'It's a creepy'. Unfortunately your snooper has not been able to get anything on 'Tubby' Washburn, head of the Tubbs' Laundry, as he has been living a very clean life. But rumor hath it that the notorious city slicker, Ellery, will soon publish his own autobiography entitled 'Mann about town'. Furthermore, that juggling gigolo and entrancing entertainer, Bob Miles, was last seen Page Twenty-Six attired as a Tahitian, crooning in a Hawaiian Night Club. He explained, 'I always have wanted to go native'. But, enough of that drool! just listen! Canit you recognize the tune? She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes. Well, if it isn't Granpappie Thompson, the hoary headed hill-billy! How's your Apple-jack? Purty corny, young feller, purty corny! Why, there's smiling Charlie, the Pullman por- ter, coming up the street. Charlie, what has hap- pened to you? Wal, it wuzz dis way. Ah stooded too long under de boss's sunlamp and it done turn'd me Brown. Horrors! But, Charlie, now that I think of it, what is your favorite orchestra? Fav-o-rite o-cas-trie? Dat's easy! Perry Wil- liams and his rubber band. Have you done heard Perry's latest derangement-Deep Vi-o-let? Yikes! He's still playing it after these twenty years. Six lessons from Madam Tourangeauf' Well, here we are at the dancing school of Al and his wife. There's Al himself teaching three of the most adorable little cherubs and-and Mon- sieur Mitchell, that famous hair dresser of the Kiss Me Sweet Beauty Salon. It has been his privilege to improvise that super swell swirl for Madam's Coiffure. And, goodness, of all places to meet Jud Cvoodspeed! What are you doing here, Jud? Practicing up my ballet dancing. One, two, three, pirouette!-It has become my favorite pas- time-two, three, pirouette!-It keeps me down to

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