Warren Easton High School - Eagle Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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HU the situation. And we all went out on Canal Street and took a look at the town and decided it wouldnit do. Why, there wasn't even a 30-story build- ing in the whole business section. So we said: Hit 'em hard, hit ,em lowe- Colne on Easton, let's go! and did we go! Boy, look at the results. We found out what was keeping New Orleans from developing into a thriving modern metropolis, and reme- died it. How did we find it out? Elemental, my dear Watson. It was easy to discover that things had started getting rotten immediately after the death of Martini Behrman. lt was but the work of a moment to deduce that the trouble was. we were changing mayors too often. Obviously what the town needed was another perpetual mayor. So we elected Pete Menge and every- thing was fixed. And with a commission council composed of such sterling citizens as James Aucoin, Charles Cannon, Frank Gruber, and Edgar Haas, our future was assured. Of course the trouble with the Police Department was that everybody criticized the Superintendent too much. That was easy. We simply appointed Nick Zichichi to the post. Nobody can pronounce his name, so they can't criticize him. And you couldn't find a snappier chief of detectives than John Hirsius. What's the quotation I want? '4Set a . . . No. that's not it, of course not. We thought we had a wild and woolly governor when Huey Long was in Baton Rouge, but he was nothing compared with His Excellency, Thomas Henry Johnson. Huey had only one lady secretary. Reporters don't sock Thomas in the eye. Not with that bodyguard of his hanging around, George Collins and Ray Egan and Harry Vorhaben. The editors of the three news- papers, Albert Dupuy, Charlie Guell, and Louis Leber, all being former class- mates of His Excellency, political warfare in these parts is practically con- fined to an exchange of bad cigars. They said we couldn't build a real modern city on this soggy soil. But we did. We had engineers as were engineers, Gernhauser, Gregory, Kane, and Maggio. The climate wasnit so hot, but changing it to an eternal Spring was mere child's play to our scientific genii, Messrs. LeRoy Newman, Louis Weis- dorffer, and Richard Heaney. And the D. P. W. took on new life under the expert direction of Harold Picolo, Naheem Mickal, and Ralph Klein. Never before in the history of New Orleans has garbage been handled so artistically. Our Fire Department, too, is one of the best when we can pry the Chief, Bobby Liepsner, away from his private tennis court. The guiding spirits of the Association of Commerce, George Frantz, Lawrence Cox, Thomas Quigley, and Milford Rombach, see that all these things are broadcast to the world. Isn't that a peach of a television program they put on every Tuesday evening, with the Alliteration Boys, Berlin Bergeron, Hilton Haspel, and Morris Mig- liarrio, doing the heavy harmony and Stanley Chin Bing's band doing the accompanying? I don't believe they had many things in the old days that we haven't surpassed. Robert Hayne Tarrant in his prime couldn't have held a candle to Elwin Lejeune for satorial pyrotechnics. The school system is all pepped I , iT? -.,

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J fo Prophecy of the Class of January, 1931 By TlLDEN LANDRY. Historian .-,Q, - The scene is a penthouse studio on the roof of a 56-story apartment build- ing in New Orleans in 1951. The room. is quite dark except for two glowing cigarette-ends which mark the position of someone seated at either side of the large studio window. There is comparatively little air trafic outside, for it is very late: only an occasional dirigible liner coming in from the tropics, a few mail planes and, of course, the ever-present hundreds of the little two- seaters affected by the high school students, floating around up there on the sixth cruising level where flying is permitted with hands off the controls. In the distance the giant searchlights of the airports weave patterns of powerful beams in the sky. Through the window we can see, there atop the Hotel lllontague. the biggest electric sign in the South. which by a strange coin- cidence bears the name of another of our old friends: it says Schell Gasoline. There is a movement at one side of the windowg a tiny light is switched on and we can see someone's hand turning the dial beneath it. .4 smoothly resonant voice with an NBC accent breaks the stillness: --- comes to you through the courtesy of the Carroll Stahl Sausage Company, makers of Better Quality Sausage from Dignitied Pigs, from thi- studio's of the Southern Network in Gretna, the Brooklyn of the South. Your announcer is Clifford Joseph Prados, and we take you now across the mighty Mississippi to the new 17-million dollar Silverman Theatre, where you will hear the Silverman Grand Orchestra playing the overture under the direc- tion of Rudy Geoffray, followed by the stage show. with the inimitable Sum- ter Lallande, mastering the ceremonies. Here they are. A voice interrupts from the opposite side of the window. Choke it, Boom. They'll be having another of those saxophone solos by Fred Tuberville that bring dry sobs to the old larynx. I am not in the mood. No, donit turn on the television. We'll only see Billy Kingfs Scandals of 1951 and we've seen 'em before. And never mind turning on the news. Wllat care we if the Wickershani committee has postponed its report again? 'l'hey'ri: been doing it ever since . . . since . . . well, it must have been about the time we graduated from high school-when was that? Nineteen thirty-one. Say, you and 1 are getting old, do you know it, Boom? That's twenty years ago. Good old days, those were. Remember the wild yarns I used to write for the Old Gold and Purple about you usually had green eyes. Sure there me, though. Marrried another guy. that was the year of the Business thought the bottom was out of the going to the dogs . . . so they gave and your gang? Remember the heroines was a reason. She made a Steve out of Three other guys, in fact. Well . . . Depression, remember, when everybody universe and the whole darn world was us our diplomas and turned us loose on gli li.:vf,..,,

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Info up since superintendent Edmund Garland introduced co-education in the high schools. But who would have thought we'd ever live to see Camille Berges principal of old Warren Easton, with Dutch McCarthy down in the gym yel- ling. Hey, youse guys, if I catch anybody throwing obstaclesv- And believe it or not, among the respected f?l members of the faculty are Albert Boyd, Henry Caldwell. Steve Cefolia, Henry Chambers. ,loc Deville. and Teddy Drell. ,lacob Drago has succeeded to George Armstrong's oflice. in- cluding the rheumatism. Pass me a cigarette. will you? And be careful with the lighter or the Anti- cigarette League will be raiding us. ,lust when Luke Carr had invented the first cigar lighter the world had ever seen that would actually always light. they had to go start the Anti-cigarette League. lt's a pain in the neck even if the President is an old classmate of ours, Harold Durr. Everywhere you go you run into the names of old classmates of ours. it seems. .lust look at the electric signs out there. Elmer's Permanent Wavesu: El Fornaris and El Ashton Cigarsng G'Gonzales Gartersu: Whitey Hall's Gymnasium g '4Humphreys Hog Meatvg 6'Lo Giudice and Lunn, Lumbern: Bill McGuire in 'Prairie Passioniwr, 'LMequet and Merwin. Morticiansu: Mori-I. Nelson, and Peterson, Divorce Lawyers-24 Hour Service. And there are two more of them pulling an endurance flight over the airport down the river, Tom Santon and Marshall Wreng and two more pull- ing an endurance sojourn in the new jail up the river, Billy Bosser and Kurt Schwartz. Sam Prager is the new warden up there. Everybody knew he would wind up in jail, but we didnit think it would be as a warden. And the alulnni of Warren Easton are doing their bit to keep that jail filled. what with criminal lawyers like Laurence Robinson, Leonard Salatbe. and Lucien Wallace, and criminals like-well, we wonit mention names. And ,ludge Simpson and Judge Trepagnier are pearls of great price on the bench. Hard-boiled? Wow! Oh. the world hears of New Orleans, all right. New Orleans-made prod- ucts go forth to the far corners of the globe. Rocl1's Rock Salt. Steineris Steins. Upton's Upholstery, Settoon's Spittoons. I W if The light has been slowly growing outside, and now ice see that perhaps the darkness has deceived us. Let us look more closely . . . yes. evidently our fancy has been playing us tricks. The hurrying planes are but the night birds and jireflies that throng a moonlit Southern evening. The airport lights are but the beacons of the ,lung and the Steamer Capitol, after all. And perhaps the building isn't 56 stories tall. No, it can't be: there aren'r any that Iall. This isn't 1951, iris 1931. Maybe we were dreaming! 'll' fl' 'll' Say, what are you laughing at, Boom? Talking to myself. was I? I was dreaming. No, a lot of crazy stuff. Not a bit of truth in any of it, probably. Except that l'm a Steve. Fold yourself out of that chair and come on-lt's time to start for the Prom. V 1 v I ... 1. t , -. . . , , -