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

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 EL ' - £%? ' RODEO ' X CLRSS —WILL We, the Class of “20,” in our last Will and Testament, will to the Class of “30” our place as leaders of the school and our great name of Seniors, and we personally bequeath the articles hereafter named in said Will: I. Roger Burum, will my name of “Bugs” to Eunice Smith. I. Dorothy Hyer, will my easy ability to blush to Lola Roberts. I, Edward Hartzler, will my big horn to some student who has more wind than I have. I, Wilbur Jacobson, will my position on the porch with the girls to Harry Rowe. I. Gene Kurtz, will my round-trip ticket to Asilomar to John Wright. I. George Leonard, will my ability to talk Spanish to Edward Schmidt. I, Ralph Lawn, will my winning ways with the women to Fred Wood. I, Florencio Menendez, will my ability to get away from the hospital to Leroy Leecing. I, Mark Miller, will my ability to do math to Paul Hubble. I, James Gresham, will my singing ability to Charles Sawday. I. Charlotte Smith, will my position in the Creamery to Mr. M. Smith, Sr. I, Alfred Hedstrom. will my boots to Miss Hanson. I. Gordon Hazelhurst, will my sheiky ways to Bob Rowe. I, John Hanna, will my position in the Band to Raymond Cline. I, Dan Gruwell, will my History note-book to Dick Tartaglia. I, Kenneth Green, will my red hair to Brick Hughes. I. William Coffer, will my ability to shoot baskets to Joe Lewis. I. Kenneth Clink, will my tennis racket to Jack Sullivan. 1, Welton Campbell, will my ability to talk to Muriel Longfellow. I, Geraldine Cowell, will my ability to get by without a uniform to George Higgins. I, John Brommer, will my position in the Aero class to Robert Briggs. I. Lloyd Bowman, will my size to Lewis Guimini. I, Armond Barton, will my curly hair to Ed Isola. I, Lester Anderson, will my new car to Rodney Baldwin. I. Ellsworth Anderson, will my Sergeant stripes to Charles Cornelison. I, John Doser, will my trip to Atascadero every morning to Wilbur Rus- sell. I, Lloyd Evers, will my Star car to Miss Carse.

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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.

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EL 7 RODEO I, Thomas Fiscalini, will my gum chewing habit to Robert Isola. I, Joe Marsalek, will my uniform to Prescott Thompson. Jr. I, John Mitchell, will my ability to talk to Jack Doolittle. I, Herb Reinert, will my pleasing smile to Bob Umbertis. I, Harbert Richards, will my old Ford to the Ags in general. I, Avalyn Schlicht, will my Ford to Mary Parsons, I, Storm Wade, will my commission of Major to “Shorty” Vandenburg. I, Paul Welsher, will my motorcycle to Captain Deuel. I, John White, will my bottle of Stacomb to Harold Hogue. I, Harriet Wright, will my ability to cut up in study hall to Charles Lamas. I. Leonard Tate, will my ability to graduate so often to Charles Mallory. I, Margaret Truesdale, will my place in every Poly boy’s heart to Doro- thy Stoltey. I, Halford Roberts, will my new name “Sunshine” to the next year’s Journalism class. 1, Stewart Jones, will my dramatic ability to Samuel McBane. I, John Goularte, will my position as head of the Polygram to Bob Wilkins. I, George Van Wyhe, will my good looks to Mervin Samuel. I, Hugh Bissell, will my name of a “hard boiled guy” to Shorty Cun- ningham. I, Ovid Waid, will my ability of writing notes to some little freshman. In the lives of all there comes a time That one must leave a life sublime. Thus, as members of the Senior Class Into the world are about to pass, It may be a world of joy, or yet a life of sorrow. You have now reached the deciding point; All of life is one great tomorrow. All the years you may pass at school Will later in life be as a tool To aid in climbing to success, And stand alone life’s hardest tests. He who thinks not is as dead, And all through life he must be led. Kenneth Green. Sworn to before me this first day of April, 1929. Miss Elsie Haskin, Executrix. TO THE SENIORS —Harold Hogue.