Cal State Polytechnic College - El Rodeo Yearbook (San Luis Obispo, CA)

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4- EL RODEO 4- I, Theo Mills, will my machine shop tools to some new Freshman. I, Lester Spillers, leave my courteous ways with the teachers to Robert Wright. I, Verdi Mills, bequeath my ability for taming chickens to Larry Henry. I. Ralph Bell, will my job at the power house to Wilbur Griffen. I, Harris Miller, will my “S. A.” to Johnnie Baxter. I, Kenneth Krames, leave my Ford to the Dormitory at large. We, the Senior Class, do hereby oppoint Miss Chase as executrix of the will. (Signed) CLASS OF ’27, Per Niels Jeppesen. DA WOP I get up in da mor’ing. An’ 1 feela gay, But wen they calla me Wop, Dey spoila my day. Every time dey see me, Dey say, “Hello Wop.” My head, hee’s go so crazy, He feel lika he gona pop. Wen I getta beeg. I’m gona buy da stan. Where I sella da apples, An da juicy banan. Wen you Americans get married. Don’t you forget. All you gona eat is canned meals. An’ I getta fina spaghette. —Ciro Barbaria. FRIENDS If you’re a lone traveler in life’s game. Oh! Then you are not so strong, and not so high your aim. Man with out friends cannot get so far. Successful men know the use of friends and what they are. —Velma Sturgeon. Eightem

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4 EL RODEO 4 CLASS WILL We the Class of ’27. in our last will and testament, will to the Class of ’28 our place as leaders of the school and our dignified name of Seniors, and personally bequeath articles hereafter named in said will:— 1. George Isola, will my pesistent smile to some sour old lemon. I. Doris Westendorf, will my ability to grow tall to A1 Hedstrom. I. Elmer Tognazzini, will my nickname of “Snaky” to Kendall Graves. I. Shirley Dunning, will my blonde hair to Reg Rust. 1. George Sparks, will my reputation of being bashful to Earl Roberts. I. Rene O’Bryant, will my big feet to Balfour Craig, so he can cover more ground in less time. I. Ellswoth Stewart, will my last “Camel” to Raymond Perry. I. Jennie McClellan, will my ability of making engagements to Harriet Wright. I. “Socks” will myself to the coach that he may be sure to have a runner. 1. Roy Bradley, will my charming eyes to Halford Roberts. 1. Samuel Weir, will “nothing to no one” as I need everything 1 have. I. Leonard Sinclair, will my gentle disposition to Tony Arce. i. Raymond Boysen. will my motorcycle to Avalyn Schlict to use as an extra coach on her Ford. I. Raymond Traver, will my position on the basketball team to Herbert Schreiber. I, Neyman Pickard, will my nickname of “Pick to Victor Pickens. I. Niels Jeppesen, will my uniform pants to Frank Quinonez. I. Yancy O’Nicl. will my stuttering to Carolyn Mercer, so that she can’t talk so fast. 1, Donald Price, will my desire to become an electrician to William Duffen. I. Willard Fairbanks, will my Lost Battalion” to whoever can find it. I, Lucille Sterling, will keep my “Hank”. I. Eric Varian, will my Irish” to Joe Hughes. I. Verl Amend, will my ability as a debater to Mary Elizabeth Parsons. I. Fred Graves, leave my boisterous ways to meek little Kenneth Green who needs them so much. I, Dennis Carroll, will my habit of ditching school to everyone who wants it. I. Wilfred Zanoli. will my ability in athletics to Abie Escobosa. Seventeen

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EL RODEO ♦ 4- CLASS PROPHECY San Luis Obispo, Calif., January 2. 1940. Miss Shirley Dunning, Room 430, Plaza Hotel. New York City, New York. Dear Shirley: Did you ever have the mumps? I’m just recovering from a severe case of them and if I had not had a thrilling experience during this illness I hardly see how I could have endured them. I believe the same thing holds true with mumps, as with whooping cough or anything else, the older you are when you get them, the worse you have them. I know I would not have contracted this “swell” disease if I had not gone to the Ziegfield Follies this winter, but I simply could not resist the temptation because Roy Bradley was the manager and I knew they were bound to be good. But being under the care of Dr. Ellsworth Stewart I am getting along nicely. Now I must tell you about the thrilling experience I had. It was a dream and the queer part of it was that it included almost every one of that illustrious Class of '27. Here it is: I dreamed that last August I took a trip back to Kentucky, particularly to see the Mammoth Caves, but little did I realize that it held such wonders for me. The people living near the cave had told me that there was a Sybil who made her home in the cave, and that she had the power of showing pictures and telling stories on leaves. I passed through many dim caverns and spooky places, and finally came upon a girl, clad in a bright red dress and sitting on a low stool, surrounded by many leaves. I knew at once that this was the Sybil, and so anxious was I to see what the leaves were to tell me. that I hardly noticed the girl. But as she spoke, her voice seemed familiar, and I was dumfounded to recognize Doris YVestendorf. She refused to tell me how she happened to be there, and said that since I was an old friend, she would try to make the leaves behave un- usually well for me. She called them all together, and as I looked at the first leaf it seemed like any other ordinary leaf. Doris said that I must gaze at it steadily for five minutes before I could see anything. Finally the dim form of a man came into view and even though he was disguised, I recognized Eric Y'arian. who has become a world famous detective and is hailed as a second Sherlock Holmes. inrtrrn