Syracuse Central High School - Scarlet Yearbook (Syracuse, NY)

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bursts into hysterical sobs just as two of her keepers from Shickel's Sanitary Sanitarium for Saturated Celebrities drive up in a little white wagon piloted by Iimmy Hitt, one of the re- formed inmates. The strong-arm girls who hustle her into the wagon are phychologists Shirley Dowd and Vera Savonavitch. The band's girl vocalist is throaty-voiced Iulie Spencer, with her accompanist, Mary lane Paisley. Anne Chappell is the girl who had always planned to travel the world as Iu!ie's accompanist, but she is still resting from her last strenuous year at Central. It is rumored that she retired to her country estate immediately after finishing the American History Regents, and Dr. Louis Glazier held out little hope for her recovery without a long period of complete rest. Some others who had to follow the same treatment after the Regents were Elizabeth Nocera, Beverly Ross, lane Hilbert, Lois Rohme and Ilene Stern. The bus waits a while until Bob Denner and his father arrive. They just flew in from China for the last leg of their world tour. lust as Driver Letterman is about to pull away from the curb, a group of ravishing young secretaries dash thru the door, and make for the back seat. The door slams just in time to prevent the entry of a group of professional wolves who have been chasing these shy young beauties. As they settle themselves in the back seat, we can see that they are Io Anne Ferary, Iris Banks, Marie Wenborne, Nancy Brown and Shirley Illingworth. At last the bus leaves, its sudden starting jolt almost throwing bums Bob Rich- ardson and Ioan Crawford from their precarious perch on the upper right hand aileron. It roars off into the distance, leaving the wolves-Dick Kane, Nelson Henderson, Gene Vurbeff, Bob Lukins and Willis Cobb howling in disappointment for a full two seconds before turning to pursue a passing red-head-Norma Spafford, who is trying to disguise herself by dyeing her hair and wearing dark glasses, but to no avail. As we pass the corner we glimpse Ioy Delfosse on her portable soap box, addressing a crowd of high-class bums. Some of them are: Pete Poreotis, Ilene Dorn, Warren Eppler, Ger- trude Hoffman, Barry Matin, Dick Brisk, Gabriel Buschle and Rita LaGraff. Our first stop is at Hollywood's newly completed Cathedral, designed by the architectural firm of Kirchner, Munger and Seton, and built under the direction of Ross Nelson and Eugene Hebert. Driver Letterman announces that we are to view the marriage of two of the world's best known characters, but refuses to tell us who they are. The passengers buzz with con- jectures as they file in an orderly fashion into the church. Among the celebrities present are Bud Rudat, who had enough money to retire at twenty- five and marry Ioan Crawford II after Barb Eager, the famous Shakespearean actress, died in a too-realistic portrayal of Lady Macbeth, and left him all her millions. Also present are Dorothy Daugard, illustrator for David Aud1in's French edition of Esquire, and dark-eyed, exotic Sylvia Azoyan, renowned ballerina, now starring in Estelle Resnick's latest drama. All conversation is hushed as organist George Pappas plays the opening bars of Kathleen Bush's Wedding March in Q Flat. Priest Donald Cadwallader moves slowly to his place at the front of the church, then best man Bob Gilbert, who took over Fearless Fosdick's job when Anyface killed him, appears. Everyone sits forward tensely as the groom stalks solemnly to his place. Those sad, wise eyes! That luxuriant wavy hair! That strong, firm mouth, and coura- geously jutting chin, stuck out at its usual angle! Who could it be but the great Vincent Goodrich, the lecturer, just returned from a nationwide tour during which he enthralled audiences with his recitations of his Navy experiences. Now a nervous, girlish giggle is heard in the rear, and we turn to see the blushing bride come tripping down the aisle. We can tell by the blonde hair and bright blue eyes we see thru her veil that it is lovely Iustine Tichko, who has just published her latest book, How to Keep the Wolf from Your Door. Pat Nalton, the Maid of Honor, follows, wearing skis. She refused to remove them merely because she would be at a wedding. The other bridesmaids are: Theoni Roupas, Virginia Green, Ruth Crouse, Betty Allen, Diana Hondros, lean McCoy and Marilyn Spector. They have a hard time concentrating on the wedding because the handsome ushers are so dis- tracting. Ushers are: Arthur Roberts, Donald Faba, Ralph Wiegand, Larry Hinton, Bruce Cole and Hermann Friedman, friends of the groom. We leave the church before the wedding breakfast is served to escape the crowd, and continue to our destination, Simmons, Sklad, Sullivan and Stawroplus Studios! On our arrival at the stupendous movie factory, we are halted by a group of guards in purple satin uniforms trimmed with orange. These Centralites who were frustrated in their ambition to wear a football uniform and settled for this, are: Mannie Neri, Art Vassiliadis, Murray Glass, Richard Lohrman and Iohn Osbelt. Their ambition has been satisfied by getting up a team with some of the starlets. As we wait for the guards to check our passes, a group of the starlets comes over, practicing slinking on the way. They are Janet Kimmey, Peggy Wright, Mary King, Mary Ready, Dorothy Kempistry and Betty Ruo-oops-Betty Burkhard. We continue on into the studios as the two groups join and start practicing their plays, expe- riencing only slight difficulty in retaining our masculine passengers.

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Class cb Proph cy fff M y Right this way, ladies cmd gentlemen, right this way for the Simmons, Sklad, Sullivan, and Stawroplus Studios, the most magnificent, stupendous and colossal movie factory in existence. The crowd of tourists standing in indecision on the corner of Hollywood and Vine turns to the large streamlined bus behind them, one of Donald Pinckney's revolutionary new designs, to see who is speaking. It is Betty Letterman, one of the brave Women who took the gruelling course offered by Ieanne Hillebrand and were trained to drive this new vehicle, which can fly, drive, sail, go under water, and burrow under the ground. Some of those who also completed the course were Ruth Tanner, Doraine Washington, Allene Pearson, Arlene Zinter, Mary Unkauf and Virginia Clark. Alice Williams and Iuno Rockwell also started the course, but it was too much for them, and they left with the intention of becoming salesgirls in millionaire Gerald Lovas' word-famous Super Market. At first the tourists merely stand and stare, then one, braver than the rest-it is Mary lane Kerly, well known globe trotter-starts toward the bus and the rest follow. Among them are three pairs of starry-eyed honeymooners. One is Dr. and Mrs. Ed Rook Knee Cushingl who were finally able to be married after Ed completed his nine-year medical course. Tom Cor- coran, head of the Super-Peerless Printing Company, and his wife, the former Margie Prescott, are also there. The Corcorans are on their second honeymoon, so they are accompanied by a brood of well-behaved curly-haired moppets, who are kept cheerful by chewing on the sugar-coated type-sticks Papa Corcoran invented especially so that the children could say they cut their teeth on type. The other couple is B. Z. Walton, inventor of the Walton Wonder Course for Muscle-less Morons, and his career girl wife, Commercial Artist Ioan Settle. A band follows them on to the bus, playing soft music so as not to destroy the romantic mood. lt is led by Leo Dillabaugh, wearing his distinctive orange and green speckled zoot suit, specially designed for him by surrealist lanice Robinson. Some of the players in the Dillabaugh Dillies are Hotlips Sandwick, lean Fellers and Wayne Cary. As they get on to the bus, Walter Swartz sings Gene Vassallo's latest hit tune, Life Imprisonment, sequel to the well known tune of ten years before, Guilty. He is surrounded by a picked, specially trained bodyguard consisting of Duncan Lefferts, Big Iohn Martino, Ersilia Bertalli and Iohn Gelsomini, who are busily engaged in brushing aside the mobs of frantic bobby-soxers. One blonde beauty breaks thru, however, and dashing up to the personable singer, presents him with a photo of herself and-of HIM! Please Walt, she begs, for old times sake, write to Nan Kramer with all my love, Walt. Walt's face hardens. Never, he says bitterly. I have never forgiven you for throwing me over for Raymond Westcott and his Georgian mansion. She

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Our guide for the trip through the studios, Aram Iigarjian, comes over to our group, and leads us to our first stop, Studio A. Please be very quiet, ladies and gentlemen, he whispers as we tip-toe onto the set. You are about to have the privilege of watching the filming of a scene from our new opus, 'Mad Love,' adapted from Alma Hill's latest best-seller, 'A Puritan Maid,' and starring that dashing leading man who has taken all Van Iohnson's fans, Henri Hunt. Cameraman Richard Lapham leads us over to some chairs by the side of the set, and we sit there quietly until the principals come on. Directoress Marian Iacobs mumbles a few words of directions to Henri, who nods his head impatiently and goes over to stand by a window, carefully turning his right profile towards the cameraman. Suddenly his face lights up. Ah! Here she comes, my radiant love, he spouts, then dashes to the door to let her in. Honey chile! cries Margie Gage happily as she throws herself impulsively into his arms. Did you-all fohget yoh lil-ole Margie was a-comin'? It seems she Went to extremes in trying to lose her New England accent, and took so many lessons from Phil Harris that she cannot speak without a Southern drawl. While the two lovebirds bill and coo, the door suddenly bursts open, and there stands Sheila Kelleher, her black eyes snapping, a picture of regal fury. So, she cries, You- Cut, yells script girl Genevieve Dillabaugh. The actors return to their dressing rooms, and we file wistfully out the door, each determined to see Mad Love as soon as it comes out. and see who wins the title of Mrs. Henri Hunt of l957. Beverly Sherman and Iune Sellen, who are stopping in Hollywood on the first leg of their journey to Mars in Andy Constantine's new rocket ship, ask Guide Iigarjian where We are going next. Iig sticks his colossal chest out and says proudly, ANYWHERE you want to go, I can take you. tNo other Iigarette can make that statementll Oh, Mr. Iigarjian, you're SO cute, they coo, and Aram floats on ahead to our next stop, Studio C. As we come through the door, electrical technician Henry Nalbantian turns and frowns at us to be quiet, for the scene is already in progress. Producer Polly Newell draws us aside and explains that as a rule we would be allowed to stay and watch the shooting, but the stars of this drama, Anne Thomasmeyer's adaptation of Hamlet, are very high strung and tempera- mental, and if we remained we might disturb their mood. Anxious to find out who these dramatic stars are we peek around the door on our way to the next set and see the great tragedian, Iames McEntee, standing over the inert form of Rita Eassa with a dripping icicle in his hand. We hear music coming from the next set even before we enter, and can tell by the tune. Zip, Zip, Zip, Zip, Ah-Choo, that it must be a movie version of Dick Nojeim's current Broad- way musical, Goldenrod, and the Three Ragweeds. We enter and stand, fascinated, as the chorus girls go through their number. Among them we glimpse some familiar legs, belonging to Betty Murphy, Ruth Frink, Marjorie Martin, Delores Marnell, Ruth Price, Dorothy Crawford, Shirley O'Brien, Marilyn Butler, Rosemary Verzole and Mary lane Stone. We learn from a passing janitor, Alfred Spindleman, that the action is supposed to be taking place in lon Nicholson's Duck Club. Now the sultry-eyed torch singer, Roz Nicholas, glides to the front of the stage, and fixing her world-weary eyes on her audience. begins to sing in a low throbbing voice. A group of bleary-eyed socialites sitting at a ringside table push aside their piles of poker chips to concentrate on the song. By what we can see through the clouds of smoke they seem to be Mary Lou Geppinger, Lita Shamus, Carol Gwynn, Betty Clark and Mike Prokopiak twearing a mask so that Mr. Friedlander won't recognize him if he should happen in for his bi-weekly goat's milk-and-cokel. Several waitresses are dashing back and forth between this table and the bar, where bar-mail Peggy Carr is busily dispensing liquid refreshments. The waitresses are Hilda Burg, Antoinette Razzano, Ruth Gilbert, and Rose Volturno. The sight of so much food makes us hungry, so Guide Iigarjian recommends the Holly- wood branch of Saul's, run by Pericles Kambus, Barb Gordon and Lorraine Twomey. We hop into our Super-bus and steam over to Saul's for a Granowicz special-peanut butter and ketchup sandwiches. After we have been seated, we look around at some of the celebrities at the surrounding tables. At one table we view a group of big wheels-Larry Hinton, Dorothy Kempistry, Barbara Blessing, Morton Fromer-with his secretaries Shirley Weyer and Norma Stanton, one on each knee, taking dictation-and Ruth Hart, Helene Cohn and Lois Brownstein. At another table, close to the bar, we see a group of Cartoonists from the studios of Eileen Small, successor to Walt Disney, busily discussing making Maurice Axenfeld's life story into a cartoon. The ones who have the most ideas are Frances Eassa, Virginia Green. Eunice Caskins, Marilyn White and Alda Fabbri.