Madera Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Madera, CA)

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Clase sia well) th | IAA Milnes vate | fi nds ve ee ea S ba NIN LOUISE MEILIKE It was study hour one June afternoon in the Upper Hall of the High School, and a group of Seniors, sitting in the back corner of the room near the windows, were discussing old times, while Mr. Mower, at the front of the room, expounded upon the virtues of Caesar to a Latin class. “Do you remember,” began Marie, “how scared we were when we frat entered as Freshmen in 1913? ‘That was four years ago. Goodness, it seems only yesterday.” “Yes,” broke in Alliene, “and weren’t we a small class as compared with the seventy-four HFresh- men who entered this year—there were just thirty- six of us.” “But we made it lively enough anyway ;”—this from Donald—“remember the clubs we got up, and the time we gave a program on W ashington’ s Birthday before the whole school; and say, remem- ber the debate four of us gave before the Student Body.” “Well,” said Miriam, dryly, “Mr. Mower made it pretty lively for us, too. T never will forget how he bullied the whole class into taking first year drawing, and how he used to get you boys up every study period and make you work algebra problems miles long.” “Algebra!” groaned Sabina. “Don’t talk algebra to me! When I think how Miss Reeve used to have us stay after school until six o’clock to work problems—! But she got us all through the course anyway.” “Yes,” Marguerite said, “into something worse. Geometry was certainly no soft snap our Sopho- more year.” “But girls,” Deltha interrupted, “remember the cooking we did our second year, and the dinners and Teneo: we served; and oh yet! remember the time we served the June Alumni banquet.” “H’m,” said Olsen, “I remember that cooking course you girls took alright. Everytime some- thing didn’t turn out alright, you sent it down to us boys in Manual Training to eat.’ “Well, that’s gratitude for you!” Vivian sarcastically, remarked “Peace!” Marie cried. “And say, do you re- member the debating we did that year? IL shake yet when I think of the first time | got up to de- bate before the Student Body. But just the same. we developed some pretty good orators in our class. “But will you ever forget that sewing class our Junior year;” this sated Maurine. «| used to dream backst titches, and overcastings, and side stitches, and BUT ‘ONHOLES !” es Ill never forget in our third year,” Paul said, “‘is the banquet we gave the dane That was certainly some DucU “Well,” Mary sniffed, “you boys got off easy that time. You went to the athletic meet in Mereed the next day, and we girls had to clean up alone.” “If anyone should ask me,” Lucile began, “what stood out the most for me in. our Junior year, I’d say that Chemist try class. I never wasted so much oil over any other subject in my whole life !” “Well,” Louise said, “you can say what you please about Chemistry, but you can’t convince me that it could possibly be worse than Physies— and working experiments! This year would have been joy unalloyed if it hadn’t been for that sub- ject.” “Yes,” Lyla cried, “haven’t we had a jolly time this year, with our class parties, our clubs, and our banquets, and—oh, everything! And now it’s almost over,” sighing, “I'll certainly hate to leave here.” “Here there,” came the voice of Mr. Mower from the front of the room, “you people with the backs of your heads where your faces ought to be, turn around and stop your gossiping.” And silence reigned once more,

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LUCILE GAMBRILL. Secretary of Class, 717; German Club, 716, 717; Purple and White Staff, 716; Glee Club, 714, 716, ’17; Dramatics, Oy. “Aly “Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture, dignity and love.” DONALD LEIDIG. President of Class, 714, ’15, AGE Debating 47 pelo Dramatics: 714, ’15, ’16, ’17; Business Manager of Purple and White, ’15; Assistant Editor of Purple and White, ’16; Editor-in-Chief of Purple and White, ’17; Vice President of Student Body, ’14; Boys’ Basket Ball Man- ager, 715; Tennis Manager, ’16; Track, ’16; Glee Club, 714; “15, 716, “h7y German: Club, 716; Secretary and Treasurer of Debating Club, ’17; Treasurer of Class, 717. A “Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim.” MARY MICKEL. Purple and White Staff, ’16; Glee Club, ’14, ’15, ’16, ’17; Spanish Club, 716, 717; Dramatics, ’16; President of Student Body, 716. “To see her is to love her And love but her forever.”

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MIRIAM New York, April 14, 1931. My dear mother: You will be quite surprised, I suppose, to get this letter the day after the other, but don’t be alarmed. After posting your letter yesterday I felt so blue and homesick that I went down Broadway and went into the gayest-looking theater I could find. There I received one shock after an- other, and I just must tell you about it. They showed a comedy, one of those rough and tumbly affairs. The two leading characters were called Length and Breadth. And, mother, they were Olsen and Marguerite! Honestly! They were screamingly funny and are very popular. Just imagine! I can’t get over it. When the ads were shown I was still thinking about Olsen and Marguerite, but brought sharply to my senses by this: “We take pleasure in announcing that in the fu- ture this theater will have exclusive right to show films of the world-famous D. M. Leidig and his equally famous and charming leading woman, Lucile Gambrill.” Honestly, mother, I was ready for anything after that. Believe me, I’m coming to see this world- famous couple. They must work well together. The news picture was full of surprises in the most unexpected places. First was shown a fire in San Francisco. The woman’s fire department was called out, and, mother, the captain was Louise! “What next,” I wondered, but when I learned that they used some sort of extinguishing liquid invented by the famous scientist, Mabel Trinidade, I just breathed a deep sigh and gripped the arms of my chair. T showed a great deal of amusement at the next picture much to the amazement of my neighbors. It was Vivian and her husband arriving in Amer- ica for a season at the Metropolitan. My amuse- ment was over her name, Vivian Simkoscoffsky. Isn’t it awful? Marie was shown siiling for China where she is to be ambassador, but the wonder was over her secretary, Marvin Brickey. Imagine Marie ever telling anything confidential to Marvin. He is exceedingly bald, and Marie wears glasses. Was HEALEY Then they showed the New Orleans Mardi Gras and I thought, “Well, Pll have time to recuper- ate now.” Just then the queen appeared on the screen, and it was Mary Mickel! I almost screamed. It was rather uncanny meeting so many old friends at once. Mary has married a wealthy plantation owner and lives in New Orleans. Mrs. Veryrich (Maurine Griffin) has built a new home. I believe it is the fifth. A new architect is responsible for this one and he, mother, is Paul Huchting. The day of miracles is not yet done. Maurine has grown a trifle stout. Well the show ended, and I wandered down the street with my head in the clouds. This sign at- tracted my attention, “Clairvoyant—Mme. Zigna.” I don’t know why, but in I went. Mme. Zigna looked very familiar and by and by I shouted, “Deltha.” It was, so you can imagine that the talk after that was more of the past than the fu- ture. She said that Sabina is haying matrimonial troubles and comes to her for advice. Poor girl! She had better be an old maid like me. Her husband is artist and decidedly tempera- mental. an. She also said that Barbara is doing a wonderful work here in New York. She has established a children’s hospital. Do you know, I always imagined that Barbara would do something like that. The people adore her. In the morning paper I found some more news. T wonder if you realized before of what a wonder- ful class your daughter was a member. Alliene. who is the Countess von Eichelchen, is entertain- ing this afternoon, complimenting Lyla Crow who is very famous as an artist. People here are mak- ing her rich by having miniatures painted. I have successfully finished the big deal I told you about, so now T own a block of cottages on Tong Island and my bank But all this business won’t interfere, my I’m pining to see you. Lovingly, MIRIAM. account is considerably swelled. dear, with my visit home.