Livingston High School - Livingstonian Yearbook (Livingston, CA)

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6- 6 I ULIVINGSTONIANH 1 O- O 'TI-IE QIRLS' LEAGUE First Semester Second Semester DORTHY MITCHELL ..............., ,President ......... . ....,,,,..., ROSE WAYMAN ISABELLE DE MOTTE... ......... Vice President ......... . ..., BETTY LOU KNAPP JULIA NODA .................. ............,. S ecretary ........,..... ,.,......, J UANITA TYREE LEAH KOEHN .,...,........................ Treasurer .............,,..r..,........,r JAN WRIGHT Under the leadership of our presidents, Dorthy Mitchell and Rose Wyman, and the advisers, Mrs. Danley and Mrs. Topp, we can truthfully say the Girls' League has never had a better year. Much enthusiasm was shown over the idea of each class giving a program at every other meeting. The girls presented a program for the Boys' Service Club and were in turn entertained by them. A self-govern- ing plan was adopted by the girls earlier in the year, which has been quite success- ful. Pins were distributed in June to the girls who had successfully earned their points. The many social activities kept everyone interested. At a picnic held in Septem- ber the Little Sisters were introduced to their Big Sisters. In January the girls were entertained at a Hard Times Party instead of the usual Hi Jinx. A treasure hunt afforded much amusement. The Charity Ball proved a great success and many useful articles were donated. In the spring a new feature, i'Blossom Day, was introduced with the girls blossoming out in new spring dresses. In May the mothers were entertained at a Birthday Tea. Twelve tables, decorated to represent the twelve months, were arranged, in the Gymnasium. Mothers whose birthdays came in the same month sat at birthday tables to enjoy tea and listen to a program. THE GIRLS' LEAGUE CREED G-Generous to others. L-Law abiding. I-Intelligent in my thinking. E-Eager to serve. R-Reverent toward sacred things. A-Appreciative of beauty. L-Loyal to home and school. G-Great in purpose. S-Sincere in friendship. U-Unselfish in conduct. E-Earnest toward life. CBOYS' SERVICE CLUB The Boys' Service Club, has lived up to its illustrious name this year. It has protected the school against the hazards of fire through its fire department. It has organized a grounds police force to keep the school clean. Best of all, it has sought to give out good cheer, lessons in courtesy, and principles of good sports- manship among the boys. The efforts of the club were fittingly crowned by the Fathers and Sons' party which, without a doubt, created a better spirit between the school and the members of the community. Much of the credit is due to the officers who have cooperated with Mr. Scott and Mr. Lee and have shown real ability in leadership: First Semester Second Semester BOYD GANT ..r..........,,..,. ..,.,..,.,. P resident ..,.,.,.. ..,....... S IEGWILL WULFF CLARENCE SANTOS ............... Vice President .,,...... -..KENNETH COULSON GEORGE GALAWAY ...........,....... Secretary ..............,........... ROY VOORHEES KENDRICK SIMPSON ..,. ........,.., T reasurer ....,,,.,,,., ............,,.,,.,,, N . J. CRAIG Fire Department: Burl Adams fChiefJ, Willie Campodonico, Cornelius James, and George Saunders. Q I Page 18 I O

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O l LIVINGSTONIAN I 0 O ON CPLAYING THE SAXOPHONE There has been some talk lately of moving the neighborhood in which I live to some far country, the farther away the better. Perhaps I should explain just what underlies such action. For nearly five years now everyone in 'my' block has had his afternoon nap ruined by what seemed to be dismal howls-not unlike the bay- ing of an Alaskan malemute-issuing from the gray house on the corner fminel and when the same howls were finally ended at my house another house took up the chorus where I left off. No wonder this neighborhood is shunned by the better people in the town. What caused these howls? There are two would-be saxophone players in the block fand I am one of themj. I shall never forget the first time I tried to play one of those things. I opened the case and there before me lay a beautiful instrument. I took it out and to my surprise there was no place to blow. After searching about in the case I found a pipe small at one end and getting bigger as it curved to the end. It was about a foot long and after a long examination I finally succeeded in getting it adjusted onto the horn and then putting the mouthpiece on and the strap over my neck started to play. No answer! I put forth my best efforts-a low moan came in response. Another effort, I succeeded in wringing a couple of howls, very dis- pleasing to the ear. Then I put the mouthpiece on tighter and with a little practice acquired some skill in blowing the most noise with a minimum of wind. Then I finger the keys for all I am worth, long Crescendo, lilting arpeggio, sharps, flats and naturals follow each other in rapid order and after an hour of this I decide that whoever it was that invented the sax, whenever he gave his work of art to the world did not have me in mind as becoming a virtuoso on it. -Robert Hammatt, '34 CPRIVATE LIFE CF A POSTAGE STAMP I used to be a plain piece of paper but now look at me. I am painted up with frills around my edges and an old bewhiskered gentleman on my face. There were just a few of us issued and we are lying in a post-ofhce drawer. Then one day I was bought by a little boy and Placed on an important looking letter. First I was placed in a train and was carried many miles to an airport. There I was placed in a bundle and put aboard an airplane. We were taken by the plane to a seaport and loaded once more on a ship. We had to ride four weeks in that old boat. At last I arrived at my destinationg the letter was torn open and read. Afterwards I was placed in an old trunk up in the attic. After twenty years had passed someone found me. I was given to a little boy, who placed me in his stamp book. I lived here for a year and was then sold to an important looking man for a lot of money. He placed me in a big museum in a glass case and had me labeled as a rare stamp. Visitors and collectors come to look at me and wished they owned me. That's where I am today and I don't know what will become of me. Do you? -Robert Weir, ,36. O I Page 20 1 O