Colton Union High School - Crimson and Gold Yearbook (Colton, CA)

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s. b: z , I W WMWM v, , e ,W. e ,1 s i ' W ' ncet 949 xx Vs WCZS Cl SCAOOI QOCU' COLTON'S BIC SIXeMEMBERS GEORGE HOLLINCER, LEON SNOW, D. H. McINTOSH, FRANCES CALLOWAY, J. J. H. SMITH. llTHA'T'S NO DREAM, but a long table piled high and weary from holding its burden of future budgets and financial reports. . . . In a properly lighted room on a calm quiet evening, Chairman George Castle takes his gavel with dignity, and raps lightly on the table. The secretary, Mrs. Frances Galloway, reads the lengthy minutes, and the meeting proceeds in its usual business-like manner. . . .Occasionally monetary matters are temporarily cast aside, while the gentlemen indulge in teasing their one feminine member, Mrs. Galloway, but its rumored shels pretty quick on the uptake. . . .Sitting in the corner with chair resting against the wall, arms akimbo behind his head, is Mr. Leon Snow, who weighs every subject careful ly before acting, but who is always eager to hear one of Dr. J. J. H. Smithls humorous stories. . . .Mr. McIntosh, with his hands deep in his pockets, and that well-known twinkle in his eyes, gives the others the lowdown on the Alma Mater, while Mr. George Hollinger sits quietly taking it all in. . . .This famous sextet struggles over the long hard drive which pulls us through tight spots, and spreads us evenly on thin spaces. s lng ' . I I 'l auCllonel2 bond lall' H Paiamas, l Betti E,, dance 12': lorall 5; c4 WW 5' go bY The 51'. that he W and me 01?. l, and will she! lllce l lSlLVER T appeared u: as Olive E other year : was like he gave of her' and understz ies. as weii a he would u sublects. H lady. Rem? icals are p: roof. Nov. Ma nl'lVlA MEl'I llle laWr' -i shill Czl :53 Yearexem; I goodlea' ..

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1g 2d th iy, ke ile ay, ier 3n er th 25 f5 rd a .GDrincipal, llYOU'RE IN STYLE WHEN YOU'RE WEARING A SMILE and Mr. Mclntosh was right in there pitch- ing. . . .Cood ole Mac, who surprised us all with an auctioneering talent we never suspected during the bond rally, not to mention his bass discord to llPink Pajamas. Mac, who so gracefully broke the heel off Betty Brown's shoe at the Hi-Y, Hi-Tri Christmas dance; the chap who worked so hard to get diplomas for all our fellows before Uncle Sammy claimed them . . . .Yeah kids, itlll happen to you too. As the years go by the old guy kinda, grows on you. Youlll realize that he understands about the major catastrophes, and the deliriously happy events in our young lives, and will share them with us for the asking. ljice 91' illCipCll, llSlLVER THREADS AMONG THE COLD rapidly appeared upon the head of the first lady of C.U.H.S. as Olive E. Clark guided us adeptly through an- other year of learning. . . .We began to think she was like the cup that never runs dry. Every day she gave of her time and advice with the same patience and understanding to hundreds of bewildered quer- ies, as well as planning courses for each individual so he would wind up with sixteen credits in the right subjects. . . .But we had a lot of laughs with the lady. Remember the one about uClass, these chem- icals are powerful enough to blow us through the roof. Now, come up front, and follow me closely? ancj a gacultg lll'M A MEMBER OF THE MIDNIGHT CREWll was the lament of the faculty as they burned the swing shift oil correcting constitutional essays, and mid- year exams. . . .We like to believe they had a pretty good year, however, all in all. We learned a great deal about them, and in case you missed a few of the choice incidents, we're writing this so you will be in on everything. . . .Starting the year on a humorous note, Mr. Reid became our own Daniel Boone and blazed forty-lleven different trails to Bloomington. He confessed sheepishly that he just didnlt want his bus route to get monotonous. . . .Miss Pesqueira still has not lived down the revelation of her secret ambi- tion. Never you mind, Pesky, you can come up this summer and slide down the banisters to your li'l heart's content. . . .Numerous would-be actors be- gan to think Mr. Hawkinson found a sadistic thrill in not signing eligibility slips. E151 OLIVE E. CLARK