Monterey High School - El Susurro Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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lva M. Lyons Marguerite N. Smith Gladys V. Harper Adeline Castro Marion Enos Hannah McKillop Benjamin M. Watson Sue K. Light Frank C. Bordges

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EL SUSURRO Howard ate, and immediately found himself working diligently over a new wireless telephone, capable of conveying messages over thousands of miles of prairie, even as far as the Metropolitan Deane, possessed with his usual sense of hunger, ravenously ate one of nature's best products, and at once there appeared before him a large room full of eager students awaiting the instruction of their learned Professor of Mathematics, Deane Smitht Grace was so happy over her vision that in spite of her joyfulness she saw herself in the far-oi?-land of New Zealand, teaching the young and frivolous Englishmen how to use their h's properly. Karl next ate of this forbidden fruit. The scene opened on a crowded auditorium, listening with breathless interest to the tall orator who stood with drops of respiration on his brow. Fearless Alta, after eating of the fruit, saw herself touring the higher altitudes with her aviator-husband in the latest model of biplane. This basket of rare fruit was slowly diminishing, but Louie 'Wol- ters was quick enough to get his share. He saw himself working away on his scientific farm, proudly displaying the results of grafting lemons on raspberry bushes. . Helen nibbled slowly on one'of the apples. She saw herself lead- ing a band of militant suifragettes, about to storm the U. S. Capitol. Billy grabbed the last apple, and finished it in two bites. There appeared before her an office, upon the door of which was written, VV, Clark, President of Monterey-Fresno Railroad. -HELEN THOMPSON, -VVILHELMINA CLARK. Class Song E . f . Swiftly Hies our High School life away, As on we journey to our goalg . And anew we start out from today. n Firm resolved to make the best in our new role. Chorus: Farewell to thee, our High School days, The time has come to say adieug And as we go on varied ways, VVe'll always and ever think of you. Tho we've worlfed to bring this time to pass. 'Tis hard to leave our dear old High: And so now this fair and worthy class Of fifteen bid you all their last goodbye. . -HELEN THOMPSON. -MARY SALTERBACH. I5

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1 uiuxn. The Love Affalr of a Kewple Q , H, dear, I said aloud, as I gazed at the paper on my desk, how I wish that I could think of something to write for English. Suddenly I heard a slight noise in A front of me. and looked up to see standing on the edge , of my paper, a small person-no other than my kewpie. L - VVhy -I gasped in surprise. Why, where did A you come from ? A slight gurgle, which I took to be A a laugh, answered me, and the small, elfish face gazed up into mine. ' I'll tell you something to write about, he gurgled, and grasping my long pen in his little hands, dragged it across the top of the paper, and I saw written, A Kewpiels Love. The idea seemed so ridiculous that I laughed, and said: Why, what do you know about love? But the hurt expression on his face warned me that I had offended him. Tell me about it, I added quickly. He gazed at me doubtfully. Yon won't tell anyone? he questioned. No, I answered, trying to refrain from smiling. Evidently satis- fied that I was interested, he leaned against the ink well and started his story. Of course, you remember when you got me-it was at the Church Fair. I had been in a stuffy Five and ten cent store until a little old lady came and bought me among a collection of several other things. VVe were all wrapped up in paper and put into a large bag called a 'Grab Bag' Suddenly I heard a voice near me say, 'You are- hurting me. Won't you please move?' A jar of the bag loosened the paper from around me, and I found myself near a little japanese doll, who gazed at me angrily. 'You certainly have few manners,' she murmured. and I was just about to reply, when a hand was thrust into the bag. and when I looked around. my little Japanese companion had dis- appeared. I7