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

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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

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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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TI-IE CENTRAL FLASH g children associate with such vulgar, filthy little infants as those children of Bill Duncan. The only time they can be forced to behave is when their uncle Kenneth allows them to run through his candy plant. 6 The Kenneth Sweet Plant is run on the senior basis.D Well, I must leave Sally Ann Geraldine with someone-and why not Rita Edwards Snifflestein? Her children exert such a good influence on Sally Ann. But Mrs. Snifflestein was busy entertaining the Book Club whose members were deep in the discussion of Margaret Miller's Child Psychology and Martha Karr's Life of Berenice Buteau, the Bernhardt Successor. So, I turned to my neighbor on the other side, Widow MacDoogle, whose deceased husband had left her a fortune earned in successful scavengery. HGravy Nose was growing a lit-tle deaf, but I finally persuaded her to keep Sally Ann Geraldine and make William Tervo charge my laundry bill and leave the laundry when he should arrive. Well, here I was ready to depart when I discovered that I was penniless and my hat was slightly. shabby. I smiled hopefully, however, when I greeted President Tompkins at the Central Bank. One no longer called this bald- headed gentleman of prestige Vic . His impenetrable appearance and his gigantic mustachio made one shiver and shudder. He thundered at me un- mercifully, and I finally retreated to the Sign of the Three Balls where Sammy Marks cheerfully lent me a few dollars on my watch. The years had been kind to him, and except for a single streak of gray at his left temple, he was as fascinating as ever. He was still leading a strenuous life and his name had been constantly linked with that of the modiste's, Helen Carey, daughter for the last month. I Perhaps, however, it was no more strenuous a life than that of the little dancer, Ruth McGuigan, who was enjoying her fifth honeymoon Cthis time at Nicel. She had name-d Helen Dowdeswell as correspondent 'in her last divorce case, but evidence proved that on the fatal night she had been quite alone. enjoying every move of James Nerrie who starred in The Dreamer's Arms at the Hanninen Theater. Uohanna. Matsunaga was the cashier at the box, being forced to support herself after her husband's desertionj But to continue - Oflicer Strack greeted me with his usual heartiness as I boarded the train. It was Conductor Kovacsevics instead of Leo Fink who punched my ticket. After arriving at my destined station, Porter Walter Jacobson conducted me to a taxi and the chauffeur, Red Schmidt, helped me out at the milliner's. I didn't- tip him, he didn't deserve it. Pat Giamerese and Doris Erbe had opened the most attractive milliner's shop I have ever discovered. Never shall I forget the black enameled tables, the pink draperies, and the daffodils which Edith Chvatal had so artistically arranged. I was so perfectly entranced that they black-mailed me into purchas- ing a perfectly hideous creation of orange tulle with immense vgrmillion posies SIUIHHSIY rewsins OH the brim- I C0uld have forgiven even that had I not been presented with that fabulous bill. I insisted on speaking with the manager. Dorothy Krugman, and after a prolonged discussion with that despicable, un- 20