Bret Harte Union High School - Sierra Vista Yearbook (Angels Camp, CA)

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SIERRA VISTA Page F iflfy-three 3010101014vzuioioiogoioicxiozoioioicrioiarioioifrzixxrrioifxianxcnitxxaozq Q A public nurse, Bernice H., picked me up out of the dust and asked me if I was hurt. I replied that I was and very badly. She started to run for the ambulance but I yelled out after her that it was only my feelings. I went up to a shooting gallery and won a package of cigarettes, and offered one to a young woman that stood along side and she almost had me thrown in the pen, for it seems as if she didn't want to have any temptation ever put before her eyes. I thought this very unusual at the time and I wondered why she wasn't with the circus too. I guess I would have gone to the jail if it hadn't been for Anna B., the attendant of the gallery, who re- cognized me and saved me six months by telling the police that I was gifted with generosity and nothing worse. QDid you ever hear of Jew Blood and generosity going together Pj Another side show was the tallest and the smallest women in the world. Hilda C., saw me coming over the auto show tent, while Irene G., never saw me until a baby buggy was removed from in front of her. I then became the victim of a sweet voiced woman who was Ida W., and who sold hot dogs on a commission and sang out, I-Iot Dogs! Fresh from the Pawnd! These barking dogs gnawed on my internals and kept me awake all night. In the morning a doctor was called and he said that my case was incurable, and that I was sure to die a dog's death. I intended to die right then and there if it hadn't been for Nick V., who had taken up a mail study course in Coueism and who saved my life. So ends my account of a most interesting day's saunter in the course of which I met all of my class pals of dear old Bret Harte when I attended there in 1924-25. RAY STEPHENS, '27, IFORGIET AND IFCOIRGIVIE Helen's-Teaching Abilities Glendon's-Musical Talents Elton's-NViseness Lawrenceis-VVillingness Jack's-Cheerfulness Mike's-Tubbiness Jennie's-Strutting VVatson's-Happy-go-lucky 'Lways Hildred's-Good Disposition T.ouie,s-Questions Bill's-Heaviness Ed's-Flirting Do-tis--Haughtiness Iris'-Irish Temper VVilbur's-Teasing Angelo's-Truthfulness ,Ioe's-Bashfulness Alba's-Dignity Rowena's-Attractiveness Allen's Careful Driving Myrtle's-Gracefulness Carmel's-Tardiness

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Page F Wy-two SIERRA VISTA 020101011viinioioioitriixioloioif1101011binimlioioioiixicliivicriirinifriot ed upside down. I remembered the time when she and I used to flirt in high school so I put my name on the register of that hotel. During my stay no- body got the right numbers. At the dinner table I met a very educated and influential man who walk- ed with a stoop. He put me wise to most of the town and we planned to paint the town red that night. I couldn't recognize this man at first sight though he recognized me and afterwards he told me that he was the invent- or of Apple Cider for medical purposes. I then remembered distinctly how Carleton Hauselt and I used to type on Remington Portables in our youth. The supper was a very pleasant one, in fact I only drank fourteen glasses of ice water, as this was one of those Spanish suppers, the kind most people would call Chilly on the Cornf' but which tasted like an overdose of red pepper. I found out that the cook was Carmelita Paredes. After supper we went to the lobby where we talked about amusements of the evening. Carleton said that we could either see the slow one-round fight between Shadow Bill and Poking Paul, or hear a very blaring cornet concert. I considered the night's program very carefully and then asked a couple of questions of Carleton. He answered that this Poking Paul was a prize fighter from Murphys, and then it came to me that it was Paul Segale, who used to be the champion swimmer of Murphys, and since he was as good a fighter as he was a swimmer, I didn't go toi the fight. I decided to go to the concert. At eight thirty we sat in the Grand Opera house and waited for the opening. The sign said that Melvin Bernasconi and Paderewski the Third were the main attractions. I remembered the cornet blower at first sight but could not make out the long haired piano player who was a short, dark complectioned man. This Mr. Hauselt said, was Jack Skosko of Angels Camp. The next on the program was a song by three of the best singers in Punk Sound. These three were Dorothy R., Annie L. and Grace S. I al- ways blame this incident as hurrying my deafness. When we got back to the hotel, I picked up a book entitled, How to Diet to become Fat, by Norine Cademartori. VVho should I meet when I turned around but Rose. We fell into con- versation and she told me that she was on her honeymoon and her husband was Duke of Sing Sing. They were going to tour Europe. I also recog- nized Hazel S., as one of Rose's private maids. That night I couldn't go to sleep, so I turned on the radio. Station N-O-I-S-E was on the air. Next on the program was a bed time story by Lucile Howard. As you suspect I was soon asleep as everybody else in the hotel within hearing distance. The next day I attended a circus in the public square and had a very pleasant time. I spent ten cents on a side show to see the largest red headed woman in the world. NVhile gazing on the immensity of this woman, who was Earline Oneto, she recognized me as being the prize dumb-bell of Bret Harte in the twenties. I told her that she had won the cake, but she sarcastically replied that it was the cake that made her so fat. This fat woman was a very large at- traction. I was engaged in conversation with her for more than an hour un- til she told me that Evelyn Kennedy, whom I remembered mostly for her latest styles and shape, was hired by the circus to draw the crowds to see her ears, supposed to be the only pair of natural receivers growing from solid ivory. I went in and just started to engage in a very pleasant conver- sation when I was thrown out on my ear for taking up so much parking space directly in front of her.

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Page F Wy- four SIERRA VIS TA Oaxioioioioimiii1111111014rimxixrioirxiclioioioioiuini xiuicxjuioioioiod SlPANlISll-ll STURHIES UN SUENO DE NUESTRA ESCULA SUPERIOR. Una tarde, despues que habia terminado todo el trabajo, me acoste sobre un canape enfrente del hogar para leer. El libro que estaba leyendo no era muy interesante, y al Hn me dorrnif Soni de un sueno muy extrano y agradable. Me vi delante de la escuela superior presente de Bret Harte. Tuve un gran choque cuando uno de mis condiscipulos me dijo que estaban comen- zando a edificar un edificio nuevo. Entonces me parecia que muchos anos habian pasado. Volvi otra vez para visitra la escuela superior de Bret Harte. Pero en vez de hallar el edificio Viejo halle un ediflcio esplendido de cemento que estaba cercado con prado en todos los lados. El edifncio era de un piso y era muy grande. Cuando empezaba caminar por la puerta. me desparte y descrubi que todo era un sueno. JENNIE FOLLETTI. LA CAMPANA SILENCIOSA En memoria de nuestra campana, que fue robado por algunos much- achos maliciosos, y arrojado en una hendidura remota, donde yace rota y silenciosa. Nuestra campana vieja es silenciosa ahora, Y enmudecido su lengua de hierro Pero el espiritu que despertaba Siempre Vive, eternamente joven Y mientras que valnos a la escuela Nuestras memorias moriran continuamente Sobre los dias partieron ahora Y la musica de nuestra campana. MYRTLE BORBE. .5 P55 0