West Hazleton High School - Arcana Yearbook (West Hazleton, PA)

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IN MEMORIAM The class of 1931 has set aside this page of the Arcana as a fit- ting tribute to Pauline Szumila and Anthony Wytchunas, who were loved and honored by all who were favored by their acquaintance. V

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x 3 'X 54 1 555423 . W L A -hJf.wi Q ' L' if -P -f iIi+'3i? i. NICHOLAS ZOCHOWSKI rr J! A fan' with gladness ovvrspread. jolly old St. Nicholas has nothing on our Nic, man. Wlierever you find Nic you find a lot of fun might bc well to add eats too, because Nic, we hear appetite. CLUB-Science 1 fPres. 113 Varsity W 3 Language 4. SCHOOL--Football 2, 3, 43 basketball 4g Track 3g A. A. 1, 2, 3, 4. B il RWM... 5 3-Ycrw' 1-,aebgffxl

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I 'K I f: 1 CLASS PROPHECY I-IE following is a letter found by the writer while looking over some old papers. It con- tains an account of the doings of the Class of '31 ten years after the time of graduation. I thought that it might interest you so I'1l pass it along. It was to Miss Jessie Horsefield, Secretary of Julius Rosenwald, Vice President of Sears Roebuck 81 Co., Chicago, Ill., from Miss Eleanor McKenna, Interior Decorator in New York City, who was visiting Europe shortly before the time of the writing of this letter. Dear jess : I am anxious to tell you about my trip to Paris and my return home. Having heard about and having seen so many of our old school-mates, I know that you will be interested in hearing my experiences. I went to Paris from London by aeroplane and had as my pilots Harry Higgins and his assistant Ernest Ecker. I had just settled myself for the trip when a magazine agent approached. When he came nearer, I recognized our old friend Mor- gan I-Ieekman. I bought a Womazfx World from him and began to look over it. The first thing that I saw was a short story written by one of the leading writers of the day-Hannah Goldman. Next, I saw a picture of Grayce Brennan, the actress who had taken Europe by storm. She was being interviewed by Peg Minnig, a specialty writer. As I turned the pages, I saw an article which told of the fame Isabel Palmer had enjoyed during the past few years as a result of her beauti- ful poetry. The book seemed to be very good so I turned to the front page to see who the editor might be. I found that it was Joan Antonelli. Remember, she was the editor of the Arcana and Wa'-Ha in high school. I closed the book and began to look out of the window. Soon the plane began to tremble and shake. The pilot told me that we hadn't enough gas, but we were nearing a landing field. We glided safely down, and just as we were getting out, a news reporter, with camera in hand, stood waiting for us. I saw that it was Paul Phillips. The pilot explained our trouble, and Paul hurried to report it. I went inside for some refreshments, and when the waitress came over to me, she seemed familiar. Surely enough, it was Marion DeFrain. She told me that Evelyn Astleford was the soda dispenser there. Just then the manager came over to tell her not to talk so much, and, much to my surprise, I recognized Nic Zochowski whom I remem- bered as a quiet boy. After finishing my meal I went out into the lobby to wait for our plane. I was looking at some advertisements and saw one showing what the well-dressed man is wearing. I viewed it closely and saw that Joe Kostaneski and Karl Krause were the models. My attention was dis- tracted by hearing two mechanics arguing about the plane. They were Alex Mesevich and Paul Weller. They couldn't agree as to what was the matter with it. Finally Ed Calvello, the Chief Mechanic, settled the argument by telling them that it needed gas. The plane was soon ready, and I resumed my trip. I arrived in Paris in a few hours and hurried to a hotel for a rest. While waiting to be assigned to a room, my attention was attracted to a couple, evidently just married. They seemed to be having a good time, judging from their laughing. I recognized the bride by her giggle. It was Mary Brown with Sonny Oberman. I hurried to con- gratulate them and bumped into some one else in a hurry. To my surprise, it was Joe Jump. He told me that he was now a traveling salesman and had just met a wonderful girl. He began to describe her when some one behind him said, Forget her, Joe. You'll find some one just as nice next week. We turned around, and there stood Frank Antonelli. After shaking hands and at u iff' ' i' l 5 w I ,131 'ss' 'Y