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

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CLASS PROPHECY THE SENIOR PROPHECY It was in the year 2028; Esley Walderman, after years of training his voice, finally became a radio announcer—he really could find plenty of people to listen to him—and announced over his station that there would be a grand reunion of the Class of ’28 of the California Polytechnic, at the newly constructed Gym. the old one that we graduated in being too small now. and requested all to be there. The time was to be the 13th of Jasond, which was the name of the new month that had been added to to the calendar so that there wouldn’t be any more leap years to embar- rass our old friend Bilma Wardmesa. This name for the new month was decided by Slaud Cetage who, after months of experimenting, took the first letter of the last six months ami came upon Jasond. Of course you all want to know how it was that we were all there to- gether, one hundred years after our graduation. The reason was that our old class-mate, Yutaro Jamigishi. after years of constant study, had found a rare herb, called the Psycho-analyticaldramatis which, when taken in your coffee, counteracts all obnoxious effects, discovered by him, to be responsible for our short lives. He had sent it to all the members of the class that he could remember and that is why we were all there. I will try to tell you about this reunion if I can remember all the details. Being one of the first to arrive, I noticed one exceedingly queer apparition approaching. On looking it over closely, I found it had small wings and a steering wheel made from oyster cans. I was very surprised when it careened smoothly down to a parking place and stopped without a jar or bump (with only slight injury to the pavement, only about two feet being torn up) to see our young “class flapper.” Race G. Sterling jump out (oh, pardon me, she is now Mrs. Belson Nrown). We were all wondering how she was able to look so bright and young, as in the old school days, she was always yawning and wanting more sleep. Our curiosity was set at rest when out stepped Belson Nrown. We all admit- ted that he certainly looked run down, whereas he had always been so bright and cheery at school. After they had shaken hands, they went in the back of their vehicle and opened a door. Who should come out but Arold Hernest, Arthur Donnama and Mloyd Larsh. They were in part-

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CLASS H(STO(?y In September of 1924 we first entered Polytechnic. The first thing we did was to elect officers. There were only twenty of us in number, due to the fact that one year of high school was required before entrance. We have seen a great improvement and change in Polytechnic during our career. The greatest thing that happened while we were Freshmen was the coming of Dr. Crandall to preside over the school, and much credit is due to him because of the fact that he has helped to make us what we are. In the fall of ’25 we again entered Poly as full fledged Sophomores, and we elected officers. We were the smallest class in school, but we saw plain- ly our duty and set forth to fulfill it. Our class furnished members for all the sports, in which they did well. It was during this year of school that in the trackmeet, our small class took second, almost beating the over-confi- dent Seniors. The year '26 came to a close, and we were happy because of the fact that we were soon to become Juniors. We came back to school as Juniors. It was during this year that our class came into its own. We had the largest enrollment of class history. The greatest majority of letter-men in football, and basketball were Juniors, and in baseball we again held our own. In track, with men like Hotchkiss, Duffen. Tate, Carter, Pierce and Bradley, we easily gave all the other classes a beating that will be remembered for a long time at Poly. Our Junior year flew and before we stopped to think, school had come to a close. When we gathered together for our last year, in the shadows of our Alma Mater, we each and every one decided to do the best for our old school and ourselves. We elected Earl Williams, president; Nelson Brown, vice- president; Pauline Fitkin, secretary; and John Pimentel, treasurer. This year also, teams of the school are made up largely of Seniors and at the time that this is written, we are expecting to turn out a track team that will run away with all the honors. Many Seniors are members of the Band, of the Glee Clubs, and of the Dramatics Club. In the early part of May, we went on our Ditch Day. The class of '28 has probably seen more advancement at Polytechnic than any other c!ass and. upon leaving the school, it sincerely wishes that each year, the graduating class will be able to say, “Although this is a good old school, we have helped to make if a bigger and better Polytechnic.” Joseph S. Lewis ’28.

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nership, we learned, in rejuvenating serum from the glands of an ele- phant which was a direct descendant of one Hectofavoravagibadoskig. This was a serum that lengthened the lives of Fords. The Nrowns had picked them up near Pismo, when their Ford broke down from eating Pismo clams brought by Loe Jewis. who had now moved to Pismo and opened up a Hot Dog stand. Loe was the last one to crawl out and, from the looks of things, the ride didn’t agree with him a bit. When we were looking over the vehicle, who should come walking down the road but our old friend and class-mate, Filliam Wrederickson who told us that he had to finish on foot because his Ford that he had fixed at school in 1928 had given up! Arold Hernest immediately began to talk to him about his wonderful serum that never failed. Filliam was in the boxing business and was getting along very well. He won all his battles by default, be- cause he wore his glasses in the ring. It was a crime to hit a man with glasses on. therefore his opponent had to default. He had amassed a great fortune, which he had used to set up Gennis Dergory in the world, the power houses now being run by radio. Gennis was now going into the circus business and wanted to be manager. We were suddenly interrupted by a blood-curdling yell of welcome. We cast our eyes out toward the road and up came Tilliam Wrent, a-gal- loping on his bicycle. He had always been cutting up and making a nuisance in the electric shop, but now he had given that up and had be- come the sales-manager of a traveling concern. Then up came Marolyn Cercer, who was in the (very-tight) rope walking business, and also the trio of famous singers. Pictor Vickens, Emmett Schuyler, and Bhon Jrommer. The blended voices of these three fellows had thrilled many a Cambria audience. It was fast approaching noon and still the alumni continued to come. There was a lull about eleven forty-five. This was interrupted by an exclamation from Horvis Otchkiss who, blowing his trumpet to entertain us, had looked out the window toward the recently completed canal for boats for the students who couldn’t afford Fords, and had seen a queer looking craft. Of course Horvis had to find out what it was all about; so he rushed outside. As he ran out the door, he bumped into Fessie J. Leming and almost knocked her over. Horvis continued to dash along and attracted much attention, and when he passed the free tire-patching stand that had been put up especially for the use of Poly students by Tilliam (Silly) Bwain, he took a lot of good patches along with him. Silly, wondering what caused the tornado, rushed out and then went after him toward the canal. They were held speechless by what confronted them. There, rocking gracefully, though somewhat jerkily, toward the shore, was the most beautiful canoe that ever skimmed the waves. It was very small, being about the size of a small baseball diamond, beauti- fully carved and covered with the finest striped silk. There was no crew, but in the stern there were two fellows, clad in exceedingly well-fitting navy blue uniforms with three service stripes on the sleeves. They were holding a Cal Poly pennant in one hand and their diplomas in the other and in their right eyes, they had monocles. We were certainly surprised