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

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CLASS WILL We, the members of the Class of 1926, do make this our last will and testimony : As a class, we do bequeath, to the Juniors, our high intellect, our massive brain-power, and our unresponsive dignity (we don’t think much of ourselves!) ; to the Sophomores, our love (?) for the Juniors; to the Freshmen, our love for the faculty, the school, and for studies; and, to the school as a whole, our everlasting loyalty, benevolence, and good behavior, etc., etc. (More modesty!). Individually, we bequeath as follows: I, Glen Ashton, do bequeath my handsome countenance to Leland Radley. I, Evelyn Bareroft, do bequeath my ability as an equestrian to LaVerne Lathem. I, Genevieve Barcroft, do bequeath my Herculean strength to Halley Davis, who should be able to use it to advantage. I, Helen Barry, do bequeath my ability to catch Crows to any other good-looking hunter who desires a sheik. IT, Aletha Brown, do bequeath two hundred pounds of my excess weight to Jessie Hurt. I, Annabel Brown, do bequeath my love for teachers, books and studying to Aline Tylar. I, Romildo Brunetti, do bequeath my short stature to Alton Bol- ing. I, Bernard Bulfinch, a very obliging individual, do bequeath whatever I have that anyone wants to whoever wants it. I, Edon Cady, do bequeath my light hair and fair complexion to Willie Whitesides. I, Jerry Campbell, do bequeath my Scotch characteristics to An thony Liberti. T. Bernice Carlson, do bequeath my slow, bashful manners to Ethel Kingston in order that she, too, may be fast with the boys. I, Hildegarde Case, do bequeath all the Swede in me to Johnny Rea, with my best compliments. [, Carl Cavin, do bequeath my low, quiet voice to Francis McNally. I, Logan Coffee, do bequeath my affection for the principal's daughter to Odell Haynes. T. Sara Cox, do bequeath my vamping ways to Nevio Olivia. I. Stella Crawford, do bequeath my friendship with Marie Moss to Hazel Bush. p58.

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CASS iS ORY In the fall of 1922, freshmen entered—ninety-two. October saw them very game when the big Reception came. With green bibs and great big cups, milk was swallowed, sups and sups. But they soon returned the pleasure to new freshmen, without measure, for one February morn there were freshmen, all forlorn, the High campus to adorn. And before the year was o’er, they accomplished one thing more—a huge picnic up at Friant—on its success they were compliant. “Sophomore” meant get-into-everything: all the teams. ‘here was not anything in which they did not have a number, which surely made the rest look dumber. Basket ball, speed ball, football, and tennis teams—though scholarship was not neglected by any means. As Juniors the class held every sport, especially on the basket court. The girls need lots of mention there—of stars the Barcrofts were a pair. “Adam and Eva” was: its name. To see Ray court Miss Sara Cox made Tommy grind his teeth The Junior play won lots of fame like rocks. A Hard Time party of joy supreme, a Kid party that was very keen, and a picnic held at Live Oak Springs are a few of the pleasant social things. Now, as seniors, the class has reached its fame and made for it- self a wondrous name in sports, in scholarship, and fun. ‘The class of ’26 has won most plaudits for its many arts, and now looks out to other parts. Besides the splendid co-operation, the class has made a great donation of high school spirit, honor, and worth—that can’t be equaled on the earth. Ge

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I, Cecil Crowder, do bequeath my ability to pitch hay to Durward Hope. I, Paul Ellis, do bequeath my position as star haberdasher for Money Back Sam and Company to Charles Bundy. I, James I reeman, do bequeath my ability to keep away from the wild, wild women to Johnny Burns. I, Ernestine Gardner, do bequeath Jimmie Rea to Wanda Begley, hoping she will take good care of him. I, Clifford Gaskin, do bequeath my permanent wave to Bud Mit- chell. I, Allen Harder, do bequeath my famous one-handed watch to James Ingersoll, hoping that he will supply the missing hand. I, Raymond Hartwell, do bequeath my position as the Assistant Postmaster’s Assistant’s Assistant to Lloyd Webb. I, Laverne Hawley, do bequeath my flock of chickens to Irene Critchfield, hoping that she will feed them regularly. I, Virginia Hurt, do bequeath my nickname, “Cleopatra” to Lois Tipton. I, Rose Liberti, do bequeath my New York brogue to Odelle Jus- tice: I, Harvey Long, do bequeath my candy salesmanship to “Fat” Hughes I, Marie Longatti, do bequeath my quiet, demure manners to Corinne Hughes. I, Gilbert Lute, do bequeath my lazy disposition to Max Wilkes. I, Eleanor Martin, do bequeath my uncontrollable giggle to my sister, Hilma. I, Etta Miller, do bequeath my artistic temperament to Idella Michaelson. I, Ruth Miller, do bequeath my ever-apparent meekness to Viola Thompson. I, Dorothy Myers, do bequeath my love for Jews to any and all other Irishmen. I, Joe Ospital, do bequeath my shy, bashful ways to Cecil Moore. I, Clair Owens, do bequeath my well-deserved title, “Mr. Ameri- ca,” to Freeman Shouse. I, Wilhelmina Parsons, do bequeath “Choppy” to any sap who will accept him. I, Lucetta Ransom, do bequeath my Buick roadster to my sister, Tda Mae, hoping she will soon learn to drive it. I, Cecelia Reynolds, do bequeath my ability as a bare-foot dancer to Martha Nikirk. e,) ae