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

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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

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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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S.S. '36 on the super-structural, muffler equipped, two layered typewriter. Once outside, our ever present nostrils directed us to an open mouthed funnel, from which arose heavenly odors. One by one we climbed into the gapping abyss and found ourselves screamnig down a much too lengthy shoot-the-shoots. With a tre- mendous crash we all landed smack in the middle of the ship's kitchen. Chief Chef Max Russell was sitting gawkeyed in the bean soup and first chef Sidney Russell was trying to hide behind the ice box. In the meantime the chief chef has been trying to hoist chief sampler Morrison out of the many cheese casks. He explained that the unconscious one missed his usual cask and in his haste fell in the limburger cheese. The outdoor swimming pool is the next stop, but when we found we couldn't get in the door we knocked and pounded vig- orously and pretty soon lifeguard Bronson opened the door a crack and peeped out. He explains that three times today he had to beat off an attack from the fair mer- maids, so he finally locked up the plunge! Upon dragging ourselves away we were led to the ship's library. Curley Speer was balancing himself and a complete set of encyelopedias upon the top rung of a none too stable ladder. At the bottom, valiantly doing her best to help the boss keep a level head, was assistant librarian Minnie Cochran. Standing ready for an emergency call was ships nurse, Evelyn Cramer. Hmmmmm, muses Curley, should I, or should I not? Crash! ! ! At first I was certain that the head librarian had made up his mind, but upon opening my eyes, I found him still perched. Our guide hurriedly explained that the noise came from the laboratory. The chemical lab was belching forth fumes and smoke so as to make our entrance impossible. But we did not have long to wait, for the fire squad soon dragged out the over inquisitive and somewhat dissembled chemist, Profes- sor Robert Groendyke. The excitement proved so strenuous that a trip to the bar was suggested by some in- SAILS FGRTH telligent individual. There we were served pale green fizz by bar maid Miriam Struve while soda jerker Ingwer Ketelsen grumbled for less noise and went back to sleep. Sophistication enough. Let's retire to our normal pace. The nursery comes next. Amid screams of pleasure, anger, joy and sorrow, we espied our old friend Mrs. Doris Meacham Lemon, who was earnestly endeavoring to keep peace amongst her many charges. But the din soon grew so tumultuous that we sought safety in an honorable retreat. Upon recovering our senses, we found ourselves in the check room trying to make sufficient explanations to the angered checker whom we recog- nized as Louise McDorman. CRASH again. Evidently our explana- tions were insuflicient. But again we found our deductions to be wrong. NVe tagged along behind the crowd and finally came to the scene of excitement spread all over the top deck. None of the pieces were over an inch square, but some of the cross word puzzle fans made it out to be the remains of aviator Don Paulson and his flying jal- lopie. To take our minds off of so many catas- rrophies, the ship's mtlst excellent social hostess, Miss Priscilla Platt, took us below to the ballroom where we were intriged by her preparations for the evening's social event. Pushing upon an adjoining door a crack I beheld a sight! What an orchestra, led by Maestro Nina Baugh. Mrs. janet Yoder Yates was at the piano while Stan Hunter, Dave and Dan Miller wound out the saxes. Mrs. Leonard Crow, formerly known as Lillian Thorpe. strummed the bass viol. To continue, Ruth XVhite sang a blues song till the tears streamed down our faces. Next to rehearse was an extremely nimble tap dancer who, upon looking at the pro- gram, I found to be Toms Godfrey. Our tour of inspection ended, seaman Bud Schaper and Telford Garner took us to the docks in the ship's dinghy. Nvhat .1 ship, what a crew, what a trip! -PAUL Raxsosi