Bonita High School - Echoes Yearbook (La Verne, CA)

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SPURGEON Rormxocx Spud President, Student Body He hath a daily beauty', ' his life. I SIDNEY RUSSELL Sid President, Boys' Association He aims to be a great scholar, in the highest sense of the word. CLARA GODEREY Tools Girl Reserves She needs no eulogyg she speaks for her- self. LILLIAN THORPE Lil Music She doeth little kindnesses which most people leave undone. STANLEY HUNTIER Sian Football Happy am I, from care I'm free Why aren't they all contented like me? CONRAD MlI.I..S Connie Auto Shop The good sense that nature gave him is preferable to the knowledge he could ac- quire. PAUL LANSDALE I.nuxburg Bearcat Editor He was so generally civil that no one thanked him for it. RUTH WliI1'E Rmb Bearcat Staff Charming, understanding, sweet, a win- ning personality. JAMES LEMON james Phy-Chem He does all the good he can, and makes as little fuss about it as possible. Doms MEACHAM Doris Girl Reserves Reproof was on her lips but a smile was in her eye. THEODORE BERG Ted Athletics All his faults are such that one likes him the better for them. ffllf'

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SENIORS , 1, I' ll 9 ' ' 4f , ,VI - ' 1 I ,lk - 1 I f DXVARD FENNEMORE Fermie junior Play His is by nothing so well recognized as by his excellent manners. fx f 3, EUGENE SPEER J fi ' Curley f' 'szffyfziub npthmg pessimistic about no pessi Em WALLACE NELSON WaIIie Public Speaking p,f' I am here: I shall remain here. NVILLARD VAN DE VENTER Dufcby Life Scholarship Society I am Sir Wfillard. Why need I bother with the World's opinion? EIJMOND O'BiuEN Eddie K l Football - And as to my principles I glory in having nothing of the sort. EVELYN CRAMER Evelyn G. A. A. Fine manners are the mantles of fair minds. PAULINE FLADER I ' Pauline Bearcat Staff Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. TELFORD GARNER Garner Auto Shop 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. DUANE DE SCHAINE Daddy Athletics A real person because his personality is a part of himself. pIAx1Es CANNADY Buck F. F. A. He talks little and thinks much.

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BONITA HARBOR, june 12, 1950, ON BOARD S. S. '36, My orders were to visit the good ship '36 with the party from Pomona Valley, and here's the story I got. Upon reaching the main deck, Captain Rorhrock saluted us and we were escorted to the huge main dining room for lunch- eon. At the very end of the Captain's table was Doctor Herlihy, on her way to Berlin to rake general jurisdiction of the new in- ternational research clinic. Ted Berg was planning to continue his famous explorations in Abyssinia now be- cause of the termination of the Italian- Ifthiopian outburst. Mr. Harry Holden, and Rosemary, his wife, were en route to Liechtenstein. Miss Hilma Berg, noted American authoress, intends to find new material for her novels in the great metropolis of Danzig. Old Buck Cannaday was all prepared to take up his new job on the huge johnson-Benson cattle ranch in Brazil. Dr. De Venter was late to meal be- cause of his earnestness in keeping alive his microscopic moogle worms till he reaches udL'kl ole Holland. Master Fennemore is to paint peace murals on the walls of the Vati- can in sunny Italy. Professor Fischer was trying to dig a bowl of cucumbers and vinegar from beneath a set of botany ency- clopedias. Madam Flader, the heiress, sat at her left. Nearby sat Leadfoot Nelson, internationally known speedster who is shipping his latest speed job to the shores of Switzerland where he intends to make a new speed record for puddle jumpers un- der 20 tons. The Duke and Duchess of Lordsburg, formerly known as plain Maurice Smeltzer and Laura Pierson, were trying vainly to persuade Dr. Daniel Cook to visit them at their new summer home in London. Upon serious investigation, Dr. Cook proved to be sound asleep. Across the table sat Mr. C. H. W'ain, on his way to take over the last of the little red school houses in Alaska. After Hnishing our lunch, we set out on 9 S.S. 36 a tour of the colossal structure. Here are a few of the encounters. At the foot of the first hatch we fell over sea-men, Brubaker and Button, holly- stoningi' the decks with animated vigor. Further south, one encountered anchorman Dick Gillihan, asleep amongst his chains. Now I beheld a manacled and chained laborer, scraping peelings off a rub full of potatoes. This was seaman Wayne Hana- walt, famous stowaway, who had been dis- covered asphyxiated on the pantry floor by head chef Max Russell. A hail of delight was heard and after a few minutes had past we espied jim McCullough hanging from a razor strap, half day down the ship's side washing misty port holes. Another un- earthly screech took our gaze in the op- posite direction to light on the minute speck of Richie Stone, polishing the old apple on top of the flagpole. We were not quite prepared for the shock acquired, however, when chimney sweep Cottle thrust his head out of a window on the side of the 1000 foot smoke stack and waved his 20 foot broom at us. To make the Seaman's Chorus complete, Duane De Schaine burst into a tempestuous serenade from his look-out in the crows nest. We strolled forth into the engine room and were greeted by Chief Engineer Byron Westlake who took time out from labeling stoker O'Brien with rude tidbits. Coming up the hatch I fell over Leland Lee, sketch- ing super-annuated females lying asleep in wildly colored deck chairs. Up to the cap- tain's bridge we climbed. Captain Roth- rock was drinking a mint julep with first mate Reedy, who was making up conun- drums for signalman Mills to send over to the first mate of a tramp steamer. Petty ofhcer Robert Werkman was rapidly rat- tling off navigation terms to stenographer Ruby Williams who was trying desper- ately to find time to powder her nose. Next, to the radio room, where we find ole Bugs', Hanawalt at the key. He was sending QSL's to Hong Kong and his assist- ant, Charles Jacquemin was taking down the answers at a calm 150 words a minute SAILS FORTH