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

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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

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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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recalling the old school days, he told us some things about himself. He handed me a name card which gave the information that Frank was now Sports Editor of the New York Times. He had come over to Paris to cover the horse race at the Longchamps Racing Course. Two of our school- mates, John Tyma and Harold Evans, had both entered horses in it. At last I reached my room and lay down to rest. I awoke to hear the shouts of a newsboy, Extra! All about the trip to Mars! Extra! I hurried downstairs and bought a paper to see who had performed this spectacular exploit. A surprise awaited me, for the first thing I read was, Prof. Richard Bonacci, noted scientist, conquers New World. Beneath that, First man to ever have this experience. What an honor for him! I remember Richard had been a prize chemistry student, and probably his life's work was begun in that class. I decided to spend the evening at the hotel and went into the dining room for dinner. A dance was in progress so I called the waiter to find a table for me. Imagine my surprise when I saw Michael Dombroski come over to me. I was just seated when the dance ended and the floor was cleared. The Master of Ceremonies, john Gillis, took the center of the floor to announce the cele- brities of the room. In this corner, he began, we have Bill Briding, the all-around American football player. Give the boy a hand.', The ap- plause was deafening, but soon john quieted it. Next we have Mary Baum and Dolores Spangler, members of the Follies. He didn't have to ask for an applause. And here,', he continued, f'Marea Galla, the novelist who has just won the Nobel Prize, and with her, Michael Colitz, the noted artist. Michael blushed just as he did in high school, so I knew that he had not changed very much. I wondered at the change in John, though, for you remember how quiet he was in school. He next announced a solo dance by Elsie Schweitzer, the famous German eccentric dancer. WIIICH the dance ended, I retired to my room for the night. The next morning I decided to visit Notre Dame. I was seated in an obscure corner when the air was filled with sweet music, then a hushed stillness, and then a beautiful voice sang a familiar hymn. I seemed to recognize it, so after services I waited to see to whom the voice belonged. Surely enough, it was Michael Zelaz- nock, the great opera star. My curiosity satisfied, I decided to visit some of the dress shoppes for which Paris is famous. In the first one I saw nothing that I liked, so I went to Patau, the well known designer. The first two models were dainty spring dresses. Great was my astonishment when I recognized Kathryn Deisroth and Ethel Tressler as the manikins. Perhaps Madamoiselle would prefer something more substantialf' said a smooth voice. I turned around and there stood Madame Helen Gonsior- owski, one of the head salesladies of the famous shoppe. She told me that she had always liked that sort of work and loved life in Paris. After making a few purchases, I left an order for them to be sent to my hotel and then finished my shopping on foot. In the next window I saw some beautiful furs at very reasonable prices. I glanced at the name Faux Fur Shoppe. Could it by any chance be Arlene and Leonora of our class? I hurried inside to give the secretary my name. She was busily clicking at the typewriter but finally turned around. It was Doris Bain- bridge. She told me that Arlene and Leonora had the fur Shoppe and that she was also part of the firm. I returned to my hotel and found a telegram there for me. It was from my firm, telling me to return to America immediately. I packed my clothes, ate my lunch, and, in less than no time, I was at the airport. I got into the plane to which I had been directed and seated myself comfort- ably. I glanced at the persons sitting around me and saw in the seat across the aisle a familiar' figure. I jumped up from my seat and went over to her, for it was our old friend Miriam Stauffen- berg. She told me that she had been in Paris con-