Maricopa High School - La Revista Yearbook (Maricopa, CA)

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VDLUMEXIII Our first contest just after lunch was that of the javelin-throwers. One of them was Earl Rankin, easily recognized by his athletic figure, but a little later, two voices with southern and French accents drew our attention to Earl Pysher and Doyle Wisewell. Earl sub- merged our hilarious greetings with a reprimand and told us that his identity must not he revealed as Scotland Yard had sent him in search of a notorious criminal. Doyle told us that he lived in France and had acquired a modest fortune by designing women's clothes. While we were thus conversing, a photographer prepared to include us in a picture, however we saw she was Evelyn Needham, and she was forced to abandon her camera to tell us about her experiences since leaving high school. Since it was time for the pole-vaulters to begin their struggle for the championship, we moved on to watch them. One of them we noticed particularly for his skill-and lo! it was Charles Roscoe. By this time, we believed that meeting any more of our classmates was impossibleg but no, there was Opal Cherry coming toward us. Charles joined the group, and amidst the conversation that followed, we gathered that Opal was Madame Cheri who had recently dis- covered the last element unknown to scientists. VVe didn't have long to talk, though, for the broad-jumpers were starting a battle that we couldn't afford to miss. A portly gentleman whose black hair was graying at the temples joined us, but since we had just found George Downing to be one of the broad-jumpers, he received little attention. At the close of the contest, George joined our circle and we discovered that the newcomer was Alonzo Sigler, who told us that he had satisfied his life-long desire for dark locks only after he retired from a Very profitable business. Upon seeing such a large group together, we decided to discuss plans for a class reunion. Two weeks later the plans were put into effect, and the class of '32, famous for its originality and diverse talents, spent the entire night in getting acquainted again and in relating the events of the intervening years. ik Pk Pk wk ik Will of the Class of '32 We, the class of one thousand nine hundred and thirty-two do hereby make and publish this, our last will and testament, and do bestow upon those whom we deem worthy of the honor, the following property, to wit: First, to the Student Body of Maricopa High School, we leave our reputation as a vigorous and intellectual class. Second, to the junior Class we bequeath all our books and our ratings with the faculty. Third, we bestow upon the members of the Sophomore Class the excess of our accumulated recs. Page Seventeen

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I. A I2 If V I S 'I' A Prophecy of the Class of '32 Twelve years ago, when we sadly bid each other goodbye, we little dreamed that we would all meet again here in Calcutta for the fifteenth Olympiad, and since both of us are Universal Service correspondents from Calcutta, let us tell you about the careers our classmates have pursued. The first contest we saw at the Olympiad was that of the hur- dlers. After the finish, we found ourselves waving to the strong, athletic winner who was actually David Coleman, and while we were congratulating him on his success, we were startled by a voice exclaiming, Congratulations, David old chap! Turning, we found an English gentleman, Joe Rush, who told us that since his marriage to an English Peeress a few years ago, he had been devoting all his time to writing. Then David suggested that we see Bazil Hayes, the referee. He hasn't changed much, but he has become very successful in politics. VVe then directed our interest to the sprinters' contest, and while the runners were whizzing past, we noticed that the lady next to us, who was cheering so vociferously, seemed familiar. She recognized us and introduced herself as Mrs. Carl Monson, only then did we recall the former Kathryn Hauck. VVhile she was point- ing out her athletic husband, we were interrupted by a well-known husky voice calling, Ice cold soda-water. Karl Schuttenhelm was the salesman with his small daughter tagging along at his heels. VVe hailed him and were soon engrossed in discussing old times. Next, we stopped to watch the discus throwers, but before long we were attracted to a little studio in which an artist was working. Investigating, we found Eloise Holmes, little changed but for her horn-rimmed spectacles, drawing cartoons of the athletes. She pointed out Jim Patterson to us, and told us that his mother would return shortly from arranging a program, to be presented later. Amidst our greetings, a rnatronly figure shouted to us and announced herself to be ltylene Rhodes, the chaperone of a group from an exclusive girls' school. Then Mrs. Green appeared and the program began. The former stately and dignified Lucille Ballagh performed an acrobatic dance as only an experienced and talented dancer could. After that entertainment we decided that lunching on one of the yachts would be fascinating. Upon going aboard, we were con- fronted with the commanding personality of Captain Roy Everett, who invited us to lunch. We were soon served by an old salt, Woodrow Mitchell, then we listened to a radio program given by some of our former classmates. Ella May Berry's deep, throaty voice told us that Elmer Everett, the radio-croaner, would sing for us. At the end of the song, she announced that the latest picture starring Mrs. Green, whom critics hailed as a second Marie Dressler, was to be shown that night for the amusement of the athletes. Then the band, directed by Dorothy Lathan, who has certainly elaborated upon her talents, played several marches. Page Sixteen

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L A I2 If V I S T A Fourth, we leave to the Freshman Class all our knowledge since we will not need it any more. I We also make the following personal bequests: I, Roy Everett, leave my thoughtful and studious ways to Adrienne Frazier. I, Opal Cherry, leave my ability to laugh at nothing to Ruth Ingra- ham. I, Ella May Berry, leave my hard-boiled airs to John Havenstrite. I, Woodrow Mitchell, will my dimples to Leola Blagg. I, joseph Rush, bequeath my nonchalance and sangfroid to Ethyl Jones. I, Earl Rankin, bequeath my reputation as a man-about-town to George Morrison. I, Itylene Rhodes, leave my demure and dignified manners to James Follis. I, David Coleman, give to June Martin my heart and all my high school achievements. I, Dorothy Lathan, will my unbounded enthusiasm and vivacity to Carl Moore. I, Charles Roscoe, leave my ability to turn a corner on two wheels to Lucille Wedding. I, Bazil Hayes, bequeath my boisterous manner to Mamie Everett. I, Eloise Holmes, leave my tempermental nature to Merle Smith. I, Earl Pysher, will my adroitness in flapping my ears to jane Bran- don. I, Alonzo Sigler, leave my indifference toward the opposite sex to Mary Reyes. I, Doyle Wiswell, bequeath my insomnia to Evelyn Morris. I, jim Patterson, bequeath my skill in splitting hairs with the teachers to Virginia Dontanville. I, Carl Monson, leave my dainty feet to Newman Canfield. I, Billy Brandt, leave my pertinacious qualities to Helen Morrison. I, Karl Schuttenhelm, will my favorite chuckle to John Snook. I, Elmer Everett, will my vivid Irish coloring to Helen Braase. I, George Downing, bestow upon Seth Warner my ability for two timing. I, Lucille Ballagh, do hereby bequeath my frivolous and giddy ways to my bashful sister, Evalyn. I, Evelyn Needham, leave my come hither eyes to Jack Ensign. I, Kathryn Hauck, leave my artistic abilities to Leslie Whitener. I, Berniece Weaver, leave to Fred Berry my nickname Austin, with the hope that it never catches up with me. We do hereby appoint Mrs. Anna B. Molloy, adviser of the Senior Class, as sole executrix of this, our last will and testament, this first day of June, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-Two. CSignedD The Class of Thirty-Two Billy Brandt B erniece Weaver Page Eighteen