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

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 EL RODEO X Arrived in Paris and went to see my old pal, Avalyn Schlicht. She is now married to “Pinky” Green, and they have changed their names to Le- vinsky. Avalyn sings in grand opera and “Pinky accompanies her. They are temporarily out of work because of Avalyn’s artistic temperament. (Just confidentially, Avalyn told me she was going to get a divorce, and return to the United States.) Monday, April 8, 1944. Written while flying to Spain.— Left Paris for Berlin. Germany, to attend a part of the Olympic games. The main attraction was Halford Roberts, known as “Speed.” Of course, “Speed” won the marathon. That was all I was interested in so we left to take in the rest of Europe. Sunday. April 14, 1944. Madrid, Spain.— We stopped at a few interesting places but nothing of importance happened. Monday, April 15, 1944. African Jungles.— Left for Africa early this morning, and arrived this afternoon. We found that the jungles were a bad place to fly over so we decided to hire elephants for our trip. We saw a herd of them and went up to where they were. Who should be feeding them peanuts but Roger Burum. He seemed to enjoy his work immensely as there was no manual labor attached to it. Tuesday, April 16, 1944. African Jungles.— We went to the hotel to find rooms, and imagine our amazement when we found Paul Welsher, the hotel manager, and Storme Wade, the head waiter, who has developed a passion for green ties. We went hunting this afternoon and I almost shot a wild snizzlewoof. The trip nearly ended in disaster as I just missed “Pop” and Mrs. Smith instead of the snizzlewoof. It seems as if the Smiths were hunting big game with a large expedition and had been left behind in the jungles. We lent them our elephants and I guess they caught up with the rest of the crowd. Wednesday, April 17, 1944. Sidney, Australia.— We said goodbye to our friends in Africa and left for Australia. In the zoo this afternoon we saw Gordon Hazlehurst boxing with a kangaroo. His trainer was George Leonard, if you please. It seems as if the boys were getting along well with the kangaroos. Thursday, April 18, 1944. Fiji Isles.— We’ve taken in the Fiji Isles now, and guess who’s here. Johnny Mitchell is playing the banjo for the natives. I suppose he is having a grand time. Seems that he is interested in a dusky little hula dancer. Friday, April 19, 1944. (Somewhere between Fiji Isles, and South America.) — We are on our way home now. We expect to be in South America. Monday. Monday, April 22, 1944. Argentina, South America.— Arrived in South America today and visited Ovid Waid and Harb Richards on their rubber plantation. Bunny was there, of course. She is now Mrs. Waid. Harb still remains a peaceful bachelor. Some people know when they are well off.

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7 k- RODFO read: “Joe Marsalek,” the Greatest King Master of the Age. It looks as if Joe had realized his ambitions at last. I went into a beauty salon a little later, and Armond Barton met me at the door. He was very charming with his acquired French accent, and little waxed mustache. We had a great time talking over old Poly days. Armond was in a position to hear a lot of gossip, so of course I enjoyed my visit. He told me that Jerry Cowell is now traveling in vaudeville and had been in Salt Lake City lately for an engagement. I am sorry I missed her. Armond said she was as charming as ever. Oh yes. also traveling in the same company are Lloyd Evers and James Gresham. All very success- ful it seems. This afternoon here in Denver, I saw Reverend Gene Kurtz who asked me to attend his sermon at the Methodist Church that night. I was very sorry to decline but we had to leave for Chicago right away. Thursday, April 4, 1944. Chicago, Illinois.— Arrived in Chicago after flying all Wednesday night. I learned that Welton Campbell was district attorney of Cook County, so I went up to see him. As I was walking into the office a tall blonde man was going out. I thought I recognized him, and sure enough it was Detec- tive Wilbur Jacobson. He and Attorney Campbell were doing their best to suppress crime in Chicago. It’s a good thing. I am certainly in a hurry to get out of this town before I get shot full of bullet holes. We are on our way to New York now. Friday, April 5, 1944. New York City, New York.— New York is certainly a busy city. Baldy had quite a time dodging aeroplanes. I guess he doesn’t know much about New York air rules. Oh Boy! What a thrill we had. We heard a siren which meant to land on the nearest building. We did and the cop hopped out of his plane and came over to ours. Gee! what a hard-boiled guy he was. I was begin- ning to think our trip was over when Baldy recognized him as Ralph Lawn. He spoke to him and he remembered us and let us go on with just a word of warning. I never imagined that Ralph could be that hard-boiled. We leave for England in the morning. Saturday, April 6, 1914. Dover. England.— We left New York rather early and, about half way across, we sighted a floating island and landed. We found a service station which was oper- ated by Ellsworth Anderson. We fdled up with gas and then spent a lot of time talking over Poly days. I guess Ellsworth gets pretty lonesome with no one but the seagulls for company. We spe it so much time with Ellsworth that we didn’t arrive in Dover, England, until late this evening. We went to see Mark Miller and learned from him that he has just started the project ff building a bridge from Dover, England, across the English Channel to Calais, France. All of the former Polvites seem to be making their way in this cruel world. We leave for France tomorrow, and Gay Paree, Wow! Sunday, April 7, 1944. Paris, France.—

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 EL 7 x RODEO Tuesday, April 23, 1944. Mexico City.— Left South America this morning headed for Mexico City. When we were about thirty miles from our destination, our engine stopped, and we were forced to land. No sooner had we hopped out of our plane than three desperate looking persons with six-shooters, came up and told us to “reach for the stars.” I should have been frightened, but I wasn’t. Anyone would have recognized the desperadoes as Tom Fiscalini, George Van Wyhe and Edward Hartzler. I reprimanded the boys severely and they consented to go straight hereafter. They said the only reason they had resorted to this sort of life was that they couldn’t make an honest living picking pockets in San Luis Obispo. While I was lecturing, Baldy had fixed the plane, so we were ready to leave. Oh well, more trouble. Had to land for gas. While the plane was being filled, I looked around the place to get refreshments. George Sullivan was operating a soft ? ? drink parlor, so I patronized an old friend and bought a five cent coco-cola. Arrived in Mexico City and found a group of excited cowboys scouring the country for a fugitive from justice. Who should it be but Florencio Menendez, wanted for starting another revolution. This is no place for us so we leave for southern California immediately, if no sooner. Wednesday, April 24, 1944. Los Angeles, California.— Landed in the fair city of the angels this morning. I spent the after- noon resting in preparation for the sermon at Angelus Temple. It will be my only chance to hear “Marge” Truesdale before leaving for home. “Marge” delivered a wonderful sermon. I didn’t think she had the ability to make one feel so utterly sinful. We had quite a talk after the services. “Marge” has changed a lot though. Well, we are on the last lap of our journey. We leave for home to- morrow. Thursday, April 25, 1944. San Luis Obispo, California.— Made wonderful time from Los Angeles to San Luis Obispo. After we landed, I saw “Kennie” Clink who was working on the Union Oil pipe line gang. I waved to him, and I’m sure he recognized me. Before leaving on my trip. I had received an invitation to come up to the former Hearst Ranch. Its new proprietors are John Hanna and Dan Gruwell. I decided to take advantage of the opportunity, so left as soon as I had said “hello” to the folks. When we got out of the plane, we saw a funny man chasing a monkey all over the place. He stopped by us, and I saw it was “Stub” Tate. He was employed by Hanna and Gruwell as zoo keeper. After talking to him awhile, we went into the castle to see the owners. They greeted us very cordially, and while we were there we talked over the plans for the next “Poly” Homecoming celebration. All in all, the trip was a wonderful experience. I had not hoped for such luck as to see practically all of the “grads” of the class of ’29. It is good though to be home again. Harriet Wright.