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

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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

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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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EL RODEO 4 The next leaf was simply a picture of that magazine we all like to read, The Judge. It looked like an ordinary edition of this periodical except that in one corner I read, “Elmer Tognazzini,” editor. I imagine Elmer will be a huge success because you remember he always had a new joke to tell us kids. The next leaf was a particularly large one because a lot of room was needed to tell what Mr. Wilfred Zanoli had been doing. It seemed he had been sueing a woman for breach of promise and had won the case, owing to the skill of his lawyer. Dennis Carroll. He was to receive $15,000. I believe and with this, he and Fete Traver were going to Koumania to see if they couldn’t capture a Roumanian princess apiece. The next leaf showed a clipping from the advertising section of the San Francisco Examiner. It read thus—“Owing to increased business, five assistant instructors are needed. Apply at the O’Neil and Frames School of Drawing.” Evidently Yancy and Kenneth are making money. By this time I began to wonder if all of the Class of ’27 were immune from marriage, but the next leaf allayed any fear of that sort, for I beheld George Sparks before the alter, looking with adoring eyes into the face of a beautiful blond, and Veil Amend was reading the ceremony. The next leaf revealed the dim outline of a soap box with a rather short figure mounted on it. I was puzzled at first, recognizing neither the speaker nor his assistant who was weaving his way in and out among a great throng of young men. but as soon as the speaker began shutting his eyes (so in earnest was he) and began waving his arms aliout. I knew it was Harris Miller and perceived his assistant to be Lester Spillers. At the liottom of the leaf I read these words. “Two thousand men and boys promise never to smoke cigarettes again, owing to the great reform work of these two young men.” At this point a gust of wind blew through the cave, scattering the leaves in every direction. I reached out to seize a handful, but only succeeded in getting one. It revealed the picture of Neyman Pickard, clad in flying togs and being congratulated by Mayor Isola, because he was the first man to take breakfast in New York, lunch in Kansas City, and dinner in San Francisco all the same day. I was very much disappointed because the rest of the leaves had blown away, and could never be brought back into place again, and it made me angry to think that they had blown away just as I was finding out so much. Doris said that I must not complain because they had remained in place longer that day than ever before, and perhaps she could find a way for me to hear more concerning my old schoolmates. She herself happened to have each foot on a leaf so there were two more to look at. The first pictured a sailor lounging in the sun and smoking an old corncob pipe. He seemed to be sitting on board a ship. His hat was pulled down over his eyes and he looked thoroughly seagoing. Doris said it was Fred Graves and that he had become a much talked of personage. A rich uncle had died, leaving him a fortune which Fred had refused to accept saying. “A sailor’s life is the life for me and precious little money is needed.” Tv.fn!y