Valley Stream Central High School - Cadet Yearbook (Valley Stream, NY)

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THE CENTRAL FLASH ' I, the undersigned, hereby bequeath Edward Von Gerichten with my daily showers which I am sure he will enjoy and also to the honorable Carol Schilo my dramatic ability which he shall use to its fullest extent. George Strack. I, Agnes Kiesel, although it breaks my heart to 'do so, will my vocal ability to Lois Corwin. . I, Vamp McDowell, will my million dollar laugh to f'Pat Buck. AI, Pat Giamerese, will and bequeath my Pepsodent smile to Evelyn Egen. I, Samuel Marks, will my apache dance to George Schulman. CLASS HISTORY I In the little old wooden school on Wheeler Avenue, which housed Central's first graduating class, we, the class of '30, started on the road to- knowledge. COf course, we had our breakdowns, but then, who doesn't?J Our faculty ad- visers were Mr. Applegate, Miss Erickson, Mrs. Raynor fwe knew her then as Miss Lawtonj, and Miss Sly, the last of whom came all the way through with us. It was in our frosh year that we had our first G. O. The popular Francis Gagliano was president of this organization. Our class officers were: Ray Nerrie, president, Martha Pille, vice-president, Ruth White, treasurer, and Thelma Eckart, secretary. ' Then with a slight sifting Cand shiftingj we passed into the bored state of sophs. The system of morning and afternoon sessions was. initiated in this year, and these brave hearts had to trudge merrily to- school in the cool of the morning fseven-thirty, to be exact, my dear Alphonsoj. Having survived the gruelling test, Miss Erickson, Mrs. Raynor and Miss Sly remained with us. The firm-minded Cand handedj Mr. Church took Mr. Applegate's place. This year produced Miss Civilization , at play under .Miss Sly's direction. The fameux French Club, 'fLa Fleur de Lys had its beginning in this year. The illustrious Charles Norman Schmidt was president of the class, Ray Nerrie, vice- president, Edith Chvatal, secretary, and Katherine Fink, treasurer. Still struggling on, we gained our junior year. Mrs. Cottrell, the original club-organizer, joined our school for that one year. The Dramatic Club, Book Club Cwhich died outj, Hiking Club which is still going strong, and the Hand- craft Club Cwhich went the way of the Book Clubj first saw the light of day then. Our newspaper, the Central Flash, first came into existence at that time also. p We, following the school custom, gave a Junior Prom to the seniors. Clarence , our play of that year, was termed by both the spectators and the participants a howling success. The class officers were John Biddulph, presi- dent, John Schmidt, vice-president, Ruth White, secretary, and Rita Edwards, treasurer. g And now we are sophisticated Seniors-soon to be alumni. A well-deserved rest is in sight Koh, yeah?fJ. Quite a veteran in our class is Miss Sly, again home-room teacher. Miss DuBois has the other home-room Calso Red j. The senior play, with Miss Mosso wielding the megaphone, was f'Nancy Ann . Our class officers are Rita Edwards, a very competent president, Flor- 18

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THE CENTRAL FLASH CLASS WILL I, Helen Dowdeswell, will my high jumping record to Vin Riddick. I, Leo Go-ldwyn, will to Bob Henderson, my thoughts concerning fanciful trips to the swimming pool of a certain Brooklyn hotel. I, Martha Karr, being of sound mind and body, will my incomparable 'faccent Parisien to Miss Harff. I I, Norman fRedJ Schmidt, will my quietness to the noisy Lizzie Killiger. I, Dorothy Krugman, will my Titian locks to Winnie Phillips. To Winfield Boerchel I bequeath my inferiority complex. Victor N. Tompkins. ' I, Katherine Hoerschelman, in my last will and testament will my athletic ability to Pat Buck. We, William Duncan and Frederick Frances Thomas DeBold, Jr., bequeath our mustaches to our dear friend and brother, Carol fBuddyJ Schilo. I, Johanna Matsunaga, will my knowledge of piano playing to Paul Wittke. I hereby will to'Goldwyn a can of Colgate's talcum powder. tHe knows what I mean.j Robert Clark. , ' I I, Doris Erbe, will my cosmetics t-o Muriel Ro-binson. May sheihave a healthy' complexion. . 1 ' I, Albert Russel, will my noisiness to Norman Schmidt. Believe it or not, Guigie wills her strength to Maneater. I, James Howard Nerrie, will my dark tresses to the fair Elizabeth Killiger. I, Helen Carey, bequeath my flaming red clothing to Ruth Peterson. I, t-he renowned William Tervo-, will my famous secrets of sex appeal to Robert Henderson. I, Frances Ives, bequest and bequeath my height to Eva Hansen. I, George Kovacsevics, will my baby face to Maneater. I, Edith Chvatal, bequest and bequeath the excess baggage some good naturcd soul left in locker number three to the next occupant of said locker. g I, Iieo Fink, will my fatal fascination to Danny Cro-nin. V I, Margaret Luca, will to Evelyn Egen my picture of Gary Cooper which picture she has always tried to take from my room. ' I, Gladys Logan, will my chubbiness to the Nichols girls. - I, Bill Buteau, will my zeal for studying to Bud Schilo. I, Ruth White, bequeath my freckles to Winnie Phillips. . In this year one thousand nine hundred and thirty, I, Charles Hewlett hereby bequeath to one Frank Geiger, some of my extreme shortness of height as I fear that he is greatly in need of the same for the furtherance of his great career of ditch digging. I, Berenice Buteau, do hereby bequeath my beautiful tresses to Lil Gagliano. I, Charles Bergner, will my soft lily-white hands to 'tManeater . ' I, Rita Edwards, do hereby bequeath and bequest my history talent U5 gathered at Hdeah o' Central to the coming generations. . I, George Hanninen, will my bootlegging business t-o Eric Christensen. I, Margaret Miller, hereby will and bequeath my francais to Izzy who is in sad need of it. 17

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THE CENTRAL FLASH ence McDowell, vice-president, Margaret Luca, secretary, and, as treasurer, the graceful Mr. Charles Hewlett. To our less fortunate brethren, the Juniors, the secret of our success will S0011 be 1'GV631Gd- We Carry with us, however, the distinction of being the Hrst. class to graduate from the new high school. r M artha Karr. HENCE ! It all happened when Guinevere Gwendolyn was struck down by that crim- inal motorist, Leo Goldwyn. If he had been driving with both hands, it would never have happened. But then, it did happen, and I never could have for- given him if that darling child had-. However, I shall continue, for I can not bear to think of it even now. There lay my dearest daughter, strewn half across Fletcher Avenue and breathing spasmodically, when the ambulance arrived and Attendant Gilbert Dorland transported her to the nearest doctor. He forbade me to accompany her in that terrifying white machine, but Bob Clark, driver for the Bergner and Hewlett Lingerie Company, passed that way and offered his assistance. a I'm afraid that I dashed into that doctor's office without so much as thank- ing Mr. Clark, but I know that he will consider the circumstances and forgive me. Needless to mention, I was already flustrated, but when that annoying Puddles Ives chewed gum so nonchalant-ly and refused me entrance to the operating room, I fainted. I recovered to find Nurse White ministering to me with smelling salts and attempting to protect me from Doctor Luca who finally succeeded in stranding me in her delightful sanctuary and adding six of my molars to her collection. When at last I was released, Miss Ives smilingly re- turned me to the sitting room where Surgeon DeBold greeted me calmly. Mrs,-i-, he assured me, there is a chance for Guinevere Gwen- dolyn, I believe, if we carefully follow every precaution. I am going to insist that you send her to the Central Hospital where she will have the best of att-ention under that famous specialist, Leslie Lewis. As for a nurse, either Miss Ives or Nurse White is capable. May I suggest, Mrs.---, that you return home, straighten your affairs, and acco-mpany your daughter to the nursing home? I drew on my gloves hurriedly, one can always depend on Surgeon DeBold. Oh, doctor, I called, as he turned to treat Mrs. Duncan, the former illus- trious Gladys Logan, for pellagra fshe had gro-wn stout in middle agej. How is poor Mr. Buteau getting along at t-he Russel Sanitarium f Pretzel had donated this magnificent edifice after accumulating a few million in Wall StreetJ? ' I Alas, Surgeon DeBold bowed his head. He passed into eternitY.YeSt91'fiaY eve. Perhaps it was better thus, he has never been the same old Bill since thirty ' ' 77 years ago when he passed that Regents 'in GCOHOIIHCS- Sad at heart, I turned toward home. i Sally Ann Geraldine was filthy, but that's what results from letting your 19