Burlingame High School - Panther Tracks Yearbook (Burlingame, CA)

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Bzzrlifzgame High School started by saying: Ladies and Gentlemen, also, members of the Eacultyf' Luckily he had only two eyes to get blackened, or he would have looked as if he were black, spotted white, instead of vice versa. Suddenly a terrific crash rent the air, and we turned to see a big truck smash into a lamp post. Four tough-looking characters jumped out just as the rear of the truck became saturated, and the local atmosphere assumed the familiar odor of alcoholic beverages. Three of the men were Gordon Hunter, Donald Allen, and Richard Penniman, nationally famous beer runners, and the fourth man was Scarface fBillj Smith, alias Al Capone, Chicago gangster. Evelyn Paus- mann, the probation officer, came around to prevent the high school kids from availing themselves of the contents of the truck. As I walked down the street, I met Isobel Hunter and june McEntee. In the course of conservation I found that Isobel ran the bootblack stand on the corner, while june owned and tried to run a cheap Marathon dance hall in the next block. Disgusted with our plans, I returned to San Francisco and found everybody downhearted. We met at Maurice William's saloon, and everybody had the same story. They couldn't find any of the gang that was worth a cent. A report had come from New York that Andrew Ewen was one of the biggest men on Wall Street, but it turned out that he was only the biggest janitor. Hazel McCarthy was supposed to have married a big butter-and-egg man from Los Angeles, but he was really only a little cheese-and-cracker man from San hlateo. While I was away, Ken Smith, Ray Arnold, and Frank Knuepfer had blown in. All we could learn from them was that they had been staying at a large hotel in San Quentin. The hotel consisted of a group of circular buildings with an immense wall around them. According to Ken, the wall was to keep burg- lars out. The bell-hops were so accommodating that they carried guns and fol- lowed you wherever you went to protect you. Ray and Frank said the only thing wrong with the place was that they wouldnlt let you go when you wanted to. Gordon Head liked the place so well that he was going to stay for the rest of his life and break rocks. Herbert Welch had written a song entitled, 'Tm Sweeping the Sun Off the Roofn, words and music by Theodore Stead. It was a big hit, with the excep- tion of the fact that they never sold a copy, and it was never sung anywhere except by Yoshi and Fhomie Imazu, who were down at the Lido Cafe doing a song and dance act. They were going over big, when Edwin Bartlett and his River Rat Gang from the stockyards came in and shot up the place. During the row Paul Barton and james Hill set fire to a building and would have burned the city, but james filled his pockets with water, thus preventing a catastrophe. I forgot to say that Paul kicked james while they were in a heated discussion, and a stray match in James's pocket burst into flames. James said that Norine Purcell was running a taxi, but she wasn't making any money because Walter I25l

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CAMPUS EcHoEs nnnnnunnInnnunIuunununnnnnuuun v close second. Ted and his wife, Eleanore Druehl, were just throwing a lovers' quarrel, but that didn't stop me from getting out of the neighborhood as soon as possible. Dorothy Nielsen, the maid, told me that one time she saw Eleanore throw a rolling-pin around a corner six blocks away and hit Ted on the ean That night, out at the Greasy Spoon , I was appointed a committee of one to visit the thriving city of Burlingame and see how the folks down there were fixed financially. I was told to invite only those who had some money. I arrived in Burlingame on a southbound freight and strolled down Burlin- game Avenue. I dropped into Norman Malatesta's Bucket of Blood Theatreu to get some sleep, but Marion Moulin kept pounding the old square piano down in front so hard that I couldn't even get my eyes shut. I thought I had had enough, until Dick johnson, the versatile drummer, came out to share in the noise. Then I knew I had had enough. So I went over to the Burlingame Advance-Star office, expecting to see Dorothy Schmidt, the editor, but alas, Dorothy can't seem to get any farther than printer's devil. On the way out I asked Edna Lewis, the tantalizing stenog, for a copy of the evening paper, but there was no issue, as Miss Schmidt had forgotten to put ink on the press. Marion Roberts was playing first violin with the Salvation Army down at the bank corner. As I walked along, watching Marion's solemn face maintain its Frigidaire atmosphere, I bumped into Arthur Anderson. I bought a last week's newspaper from Robert Robertson, a newsboy, think- ing I might get a line on some rich alumni of B. H. S. There was a big Inter- national Wide-open golf tourney out at the Country Club, and the main con- tenders were Covington Pringle and Bob Jones. It seems that at about the seventh hole the end of Bob's club broke off and hit Florence Schaffner, an in- nocent bystander, in the mouth. Then Covington lost his ball and had to quit the match. Gould Henriksen, a caddy, took his place, but he also lost his ball, and they called the match on account of darkness. A big full page ad down in one corner announced the opening of Nan Andersonls Embroidery Shoppe. In the society section was an article about a recent party given by Marjorie Plambeck and Lee Wessel, two society satellites, for their chapter of the Ladies' First Aid. A hectic afternoon was spent by all, drinking tea. jane Taylor gave a report on a recent book entitled Dusky Stevedoref' Ardys Miller gave a short talk on cooking-its uses and abuses. Betty jane Burke concluded the afternoon's pleasure by giving a toe-dance duet. As I put down the paper, I noticed a silly-looking chap picking up cigar stubs from the street. It was Rex Hunter. He told me that when he had gathered enough of them, he was going to start a barber shop. Queer fellow, this Hunter. Wliile I was talking to him, Mervin Samuel came along. 'iWhat hit you? asked Hunter as we noticed his condition. He said he had been making a speech over at the Seat of Learning, commonly called the High School, and he had I22l

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CAMPUS ECHOES Benne insisted on riding with her free of charge and wouldn't allow anyone in the back seat. ' john Burrows was skipper of an excursion boat on the bay, and Robert Fowler, incidentally, or accidentally, was first mate. Bob was gazing at some fish one day when he fell overboard. Man overboard! shouted Johnny at the top of his voice. I'll save him! yelled Leo Gadd, an escaped convict. So Leo called Dudley Lindner, the cook, who dived in and brought Bob to shore. On deck were jane Buerkel and Virginia Burnham, arguing about who in- vented safety pins. jane spied a figure in the distance. It looked like someone in distress, but it was only joe Czapkay, the hermit, sittin' and whittlin', out in his rowboat. Someone asked him what he did when he ran out of wood, but he told him to mind his own business and go away. A shower blew up, and Donald McLean, fearing he would get wet, jumped in and swam to shore to get an umbrella. Lillian McFarlane and Anne Wackerman, Don's two girl friends, raised such a row because Don left them that they were put in irons by the crew. Jean Steinbeck is chief entertainer on the vessel, and Vivian Robertson is the squealing soprano. Harriet Neuman, it is said, plays a mean piano accom- paniment. We were all pretty sick when we heard the results of our search! Here we were, without a cent and nobody around from whom we could get any money, and the huge Palace Hotel charged up to us for a night. 'iHobo Kendall had lost his sense of proportion and had rented every room in the whole building. We had not heard from all of the gangg but they were no better than the rest, financially. Betty Defendorf was holding a big revival at a tabernacle in San Bruno. Janet Webber was her partner, and also a shining example of what religion will do to a person. Marion Tweedy took the collection, and so the company of Defendotf and Webber lost money. It seems that Marshall Moore had organized a private fire department for the main purpose of distinguishing fires. His four chief fire-fighters were Tom Pudan, Billy Helms, Lawrence Newman, and George Marsh. One beautiful. spring day a perfumed letter arrived from Marjory Jones, inventor of the famous cast-iron hatpin that is taking the world by storm, announcing that a serious fire was in progress at her home. George had been out the night be- fore, and he preferred to rest rather than go to a fire. We were down in her neighborhood last week anyway,', said George. HVVhy dkhftsheteh usaboutitthen?' Give the girl a chance, said Al Clark, who was passing us then. Al, it seems, is very happy in his new position of street cleaner. Did you know that Gladys Brown, Dorothy jackson, and Gladys Wilson have opened a sport shop?', he continued. They seemed to be getting along fine the first day, but now their business has failed for lack of sports. ll-il