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

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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

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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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to see that the two owners of this wonderful boat were Jilbur Wacobson and Larvin Mutzow. They had just returned from exploring the wilds of the Santa Maria river. By this time all of the alumni had gathered at the dock and were looking over the craft when up drove Valva DeAul and Ernando Falba in their stunning new self-propelled wheelbarrow, one of the new cardboard models. After seeing what the excitement was all about, they offered to give Jilbur and Larvin a lift up to the Gym and as might have been expected, they had no sooner settled themselves comfortably in the wheelbarrow, when all the rest piled in. Valva shifted his clutch and they were off. As they were driving along, they happened to see, walking along the road, a fellow garbed in the latest balloon tire suit, and carrying a pack on his back. This was no less than Dilliam Wuf- en, the famous Cal Wobbly. There being only twenty-five in the barrow already, he, of course, piled in with the rest of the crowd. Now that the excitement was over, Horvis suddenly remembered that he had left his wife (Fauline Pitkin) locked up in his trunk. They had come this way to save traveling expenses. Running down to the Son Andre Hotel, he brought her back, having found that she was all there. On going in to the reception room, whom should we see but Professor Sillard W. Tout, trying to take the radiovision apart to see what made all the funny pictures (it being childrens’ hour.) And there was Slaude C. Tage in the corner amusing himself with a cross-word puzzle that was printed on the wall. Then there was a clatter and a bang: a streak of yellow passed the door; a minute later, who should come in but Lorence Flee and Rable Led Pio. They looked very well after their strenuous trip in their “yellow streak.” Immediately after them came our friend, Pay Mrewer, who seemed to be arguing and there was madness in her eyes. From behind her came a shrill voice, which seemed to have its source in a lot of bundles. After the bundles had been hastily removed, we recog- nized the poor fellow underneath to be the old boy himself, Sloyd Fanders. Pay just said in her shrill voice, “Don’t mind him.” Then the usual handshaking had to begin again. During this excitement, nobody seemed to notice a very silent figure come walking in the door. He was no other than Seorge Gullivan. Then in came our Class President, Warl E. Lil- iams. He was soon talking with us like any other member of the class of ’28. Here we were as we were in 1028. all talking about nothing. The call was finally given and off we went to the new banquet room in the mezzanine floor of this enormous Gym. You can imagine how we felt after not having seen each other for just about 100 years! William T. Swain, ’28. The following are the graduating seniors whose pictures do not appear among the seniors but who deserve equal credit: Lloyd Marsh, from Cove. Washington, yvho took an Aeronautics and Mechanics course; Rene O’Bry- ant, from Santa Barbara, and post graduate of Poly, who took Agriculture; George Sullivan, from Arroyo Grande, another Aeronautics student; and Samuel McBane, from Santa Maria, who is another Mechanics student.