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

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It read: , I, Geneva Gibbs, bequeath my sweet and demure ways to my sister Lois, with the hope that she will use them. I, Kathryn Grove, will my studious and diligent reputation to Marion Gale and my ability to get all “ones” to Bernard Dickey. I, Maurice Thede, do hereby will my position as full back in the football squad to Adolph Picchi. I, Doris Snyder, do hereby will my spotless complexion to Lawrence Brown who can probably make good use of it. I, Mary Baker, bequeath my Tennis Championship to Lottie Clendenin, who, I hope, will cherish it all the days of her life. I, Goldia Ashton, will my charming manner and winning glances to Hlizabeth McBride. I, Harry Thede, will my interest in a certain Junior to my trusted and confidential friend, Lawrence Petty. I, Margaret Kerr, do hereby will my clever art of make-up to the “Wil- liams Twins.” I, Winnifred Smith, will my position as private secretary to Mr. Teall, to Sylvia Green. I, Eleanor Muller, bequeath my ability and cleverness of getting to school at ten o’clock every Monday morning, to anyone who is able to get by with it. I, Elton Macon, bequeath my over-supply of wit to Fred Conn but he must be careful to use it sparingly. I, Ora Moore, will my seat in the second row of the “White Theatre” to Ruth Grove. I, Dolly Evans, do hereby bequeath my “musical” giggle to Robina Thompson. I, Pearl Ross, will my noisy manners to a certain association of Sopho- more girls who are badly in need of them. I, James Dickey, do bequeath my tuneless whistle to George Dyer, and my speech making ability to Mary DeChaine. I, Bertha Wood, will my height to Wilbur Russel with the hope that it be of use to him. I, Marion Sewell, will my smiling disposition to Jack Porter. I, Marie Moore, bequeath my art as a comedian to Edward White who is expected to use it as often as possible, I, Curtis Walling, do will my willingness to help, to James but he must be careful not to over do. I, Edith Crow, will my slender figure to Ocie Myers. IT, William Berrier, will my musical tenor voice to James Levi Knox Polk Hess. TI, Maxine Trinidad, bequeath my seriousness to Elva Pruitt. I, Harvey Knowles, will my studious character to James Warner, I, Dan Sheldon, do hereby will my positions as movie operator to the next to acquaint himself with the Geneva movement. I, Alice Liechti, will my excuse from gym to whoever can truthfully say she has a pain in her side. I, Lawrence Macon, will my interests in the Purple and White to Glenn Freeman.

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Goldia’s a maid of calm mind, GOLDIE ASHTON Very few like her you’ll find; “Goldy” She spares no good deed Glee Club 720, ’21 To someone in need; To friend and foe both is she kind. There once was a maid- en named Evans, Whose squeal sounded up to the heavens; When in doubt what to shout She lets a squeal out; That noisy young sen- ior named Evans. DOLLY EVANS Glee Club ’20. °21 Senior Class Play Class Will ee One warm June evening, as I sat alone in my room feeling deserted and blue I soon decided that it was foolish to feel blue and began to hurry about trying to find some amusement. During the ransacking that followed, I fell upon a box of old letters and immediately sat down right there on the floor to read them. Oh, they were so interesting I forgot about having the blues and soon was living my past life all over again. All of a sudden I began to read a letter which turned out to be nothing less than the will of the class of 1921. 17

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The Day of Judgment, or Peter's Magic Lamp A ONE ACT FARCH. Scene I. Inside the gates of heaven. On the left stands a large desk wpon which lies a huge book. On the right, an express elevator making direct trips to Mother Barth and Hades. A gigantic thermometer indicates whether the ele- vator is near Heaven or Hell by the rise and fall of the liquid. Overhead, in the center of the arch, which overhangs the gates, a magnificent globe or lamp is located. Saint Peter is seated at the desk in deep thought. So intensely inter- ested is he in the contents of the book that he fails to notice the arrival of the elevator with a new passenger. Maurice Thede steps boldly out and walks over to the desk. Saint Peter is still unaware of his presence. Maurice: Hello, Pete. Saint Peter: (sharply) State briefly your reasons why you should be al- lowed to enter. Mind you speak the truth. Yonder lamp will betray you if you are false. If you utter a single falsehood the glob overhead will turn red and re- main red until put out by the white light of truth. Relate your story. Maurice: Well, Pete, that being the case, 1 guess I had better make ¢ clean breast of it. Anyway, I never did tell a lie (red light) to a—to a—my wife Bertha. (white light) (Maurice shows signs of great relief and goes on hurriedly) I never knew my own mind, Sir. I am ashamed to admit it but 1 honestly believe that I was the most hen-pecked man that ever lived. (white light) I never did anyone any harm except knock out about five men during my high school and college football career. (red light) Hr-er-maybe it was ten. (red light) I mean, 1 meari,-er-twenty. (white light) Saint Peter. That’s enough. You have told sufficient to earn a red tick- et. This will entitle you to a direct ride to Hades. Ring for the elevator. (The thermometer begins to fall and the elevator arrives, bringing new passengers. They step out and Maurice steps in. The thermometer rises indicating the change in climate as it approaches Hades. ) Kathryn Grove, Marion Sewell, and Maxine Trinidade. (in chorus sweetly) Good morning, Saint Peter. (Saint Peter is busy, apparently making a record in his book. He ignors the greeting while the three stand trembling, huddled together before his desk. At last he seems satisfied and looks up at the newcomers.) Saint Peter: Relate your stories separately, as briefly as possible. At the same time do not fail to tell the truth, else you are doomed to eternal torture in the deepest pits of HELM. Marion: (trembling) TI started out, Saint Peter, to be such a good girl and ended so miserably. (she sobs, but her tears are wasted on Saint Peter, who long ago became accustomed to women’s erving) Commencement Week seemed to mark the beginning of my downfall. T ended in the Borden City jail, where I was thrown for disorderly conduct and disturbing the peace. (the light in the arch continues to rem ain white.) 19