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

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We used to be sophomores, someday we'll be seniors, but right now we're juniors and we like it. Above our being juniors, we place our being Bonitans. Wlici can deny us our place in the activities of Bonita this year, both in sports and scholastic achievements, as well as membership in most of the clubs? We certainly know how to choose classy class sweaters. Our stylish gray and royal blue ones have added much to the appearance of Bonita. Our play, All-of-a-Sudden Peggy, a delightful comedy in three acts, as far as We're concerned, was a grand success and a decided credit to our class. Wfe, the class of '37, salute the seniors, who leave Bonita this year and whose place it will be our difhcult lot to H11 next year. Here's wishing you all the success possible - and then somef' K -NORMA NEW'COL4ER T Bu'1'TER13AUGH, HILL JUNIORS i , A y -as i if Wi 0 'A V4 Q i' Q 1. Q X fa - X. -. ' ' x . Q ' -. ii 5 H j ....' if K 4 i, i I . :Y A i M, I - N . It I 1 A X D , ., 1, Y , ' w E. it Q L I E Ah J 71

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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

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