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

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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

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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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Burlingame High School just then the door in Maurice's saloon blew open, and Prowler Doidge fainted from the shock. Hobo,' and Box Car each grabbed one of his shoes and tore out the back door, yelling back that they would see me at Boulder Dam. GPdJUdfIlOH a la Shakespeare By WILLIAM RADFORD To graduate or not to graduate. That is the question. ' Whetlier it is nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and agonies of outrageous flunkingsg Or to arm ourselves to unconditional passing. Ha! Hunking hath great terror in his look. Speak not of such unwanted fate. Beware the Ides of June. The dumb try many times before they pass, The valiant never taste of F's but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that we should fear, Seeing that graduation, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. When flunkers Hunk, there are no good grades seen, The heavens themselves blaze forth the Als of sharks The faculty are bound as well as we, Intelligent alike. Come! Come! Consider well! Thy chance Lies so within their power to decide. If you shall show them that you may not pass, Their minds may change. The quality of mercy is not strained, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the grass beneath. It is twice blestg it blesseth those who give, and those who pass. So smile the teachers on the senior class, And we like friends shall graduate together. E253