Courtland Union High School - La Perita Yearbook (Courtland, CA)

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.-4-. if? 'f' , 'N 5 asc f'5? 'hir 1 Joe Rankin, '27 E NWNE dark, cold night, as the brazen lungs of the massive hall-clock were tolling twelve, I heard a noise outside my window. I jumped out of bed and ran to see what was outside, To my surprise, a huge, stork' like bird was standing on the lawn. An old man was perched on the ' i ' bird's back, he beckoned me to come to him, and so I hurriedly dressed and ran downstairs. Come with me, the bearded elder said, and I will show you the class of '27. Now, long forgotten by many. We flew for a long time. Finally, we came to New York. Look down there, he said, as he indicated with his finger. I looked down, and was surprised to see Lenore Greene. Well, Lenore had just completed her last hook, His Minute. She was Elinor Glyn's greatest rival. We were flying over a factory when I saw Thornton Pylman. He had a posif tion in a soap factory. Yes, Thornton was a pilot As the soap was wrapped, he was the one to pile it. Seems to me I saw Thornton's cousin. Why certainly. There was Harvey Pylman, now a millionaire. Harvey had made a fortune by inventing an airless balloon tire. Had he changed? Nary a bit, he was still sixffootftwo. We took a jaunt over to New jersey. There I saw Andrew Sugimoto working 5lIlCFM

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Our first class meeting was held September 6, 1926, and the following were elected: V ' Marion Smith ........ ......... Pearl Ralston ......... .........President Arvid Pederson ........ .......... .Vice President .........Secretary Lillian Parenti ....... ........ T reasurer Lenore Greene ........ ......... H istorian Olive Chaldeen ........ ................ C ollector Mr. Halley ............................................................................ Class Advisor Our colors, Red and White, class flower, Red Rose, and motto, On Sail On, we have retained from the beginning of our high school career. As Seniors, we have not deterred in any way our reputation for energy and school spirit, as a Senior is EditorfinfChief of the school annual, and EditorfinfChief of the school paper. Furthermore the staffs of both are largely made of Seniors. The honor roll and athletics were by no means forgotten, and the entrants in the California History Essay Contest were nearly all seniors. The one play of the year is to be presented by this class, and judging by the previous plays given by those of '27 it will be a success. The class have lived up to their motto, On Sail On throughout their four years of high school, let us hope that it will continue to inspire them irl after years as well. The ll: arm lBoy's Gymnastics Edna Mason, '29 Pulling the weeds from the garden, Driving the cows home at night, Dropping the corn in the springtime, Nailing a rail on tight, Hunting for eggs in the barnyard, Looking for turkeys astray, Carrying lunch to the reapers, Tossing the newfmown hay, Riding the horses to water, Feeding the chickens and cows, Throwing the hay to the mangers Down from the fragrant mowsg Whitefwashing corncribs and fences, Gathering fruit from the trees, Covering the flower beds in autumn, For fear of an early freeze, These are the farm boy's gymnastics They're cheap, but none the less good. LA PERITA 19 Fifte 27

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, W in Mr. Edison's laboratory. He was now associated with our famous Mr. Edif son. Andy held the key while the inventor flew a kite in a storm, to disprove Ben Franklin's theory. Well, said my chauffeur, the rest of your class is in the Eastern Hemi' sphere. All right, let's go see them, I responded. It was only a short time until we were out in the middle of the Atlantic. I looked down' and saw Pearl Ralston. Sure enough, there she was, traveling on the Leviathan. Nice work Pearl. How well my schoolmate looked in her white apron. Yes,'she was a manicurist of international note. There was Olive Chaldeen. Olive was washing something. What was it? Oh! Now I see, she was washing decks. But I saw through it all. A director said, That will be all for today, Miss Chaldeenf' She was Lya de Putti's foremost rival. She still retained her flippant laugh. In France, Henriette Myers had become a concert player. Two Apaches dancf ed while she played. Several Apaches sat in the smoke filled room, all had their hands resting on their stilletos. A slumming party was enjoying the performance Marian. Smith was also there. Marian had married a macaroni grower, and she was living in Rome. There is Arvid Pederson, my pilot said. , Absolutely! There was Arvid. He was dressed like a Beau Brummel. He had a contract in his pocket to give his services to a French movie concern. But too bad! Arvid held out for more moneyg so they signed Ben Turpin to play the part. In japan, I saw that Sir William Akamatsu was a Japanese interpreter. He interpreted Japanese to English and more japanese. William still wore a size two and threeffifths shoe. Then we went to a prominent lecturess. prohibition. She was The force that Velma Egypt. On the Sahara, I saw Velma Hordorn. She was She was devoting her time to the betterment of mankind, making a- speech, and she had a large audience-of camels. used with her arms would have put Billy Sunday to shame. Out in the middle of the desert, I saw Alta Kirtlan. Alta had decided to learn to play a saxophone, so she picked the desert as the best place to live while she was practicing. Time hadn't taken away her pep We had better start for home, said my pilot, as he turned the bird toward America. As we were passing over Spain, I saw Lillian Parenti. She had married a toreaf dor. Yes, he was a bullfthrower of much note. I also saw Annie Grishaber in Madrid. Annie was a saleslady for the Squirtless Grape Fruit Company. Then a fall, a crash, and I rolled out of bed, once again a salesman of rubber teeth. LA PERITA if 1927 Seventeen