Santa Clara High School - Tocsin Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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I, Agnes Walden, do bestow upon Blanche Gorriveau my baby ways, for they will suit her type extremely well. I, Beatrice Kelley, do bequeath my supreme sophistication to Thelmamae McCown. I, Dorothy Vierra, do will without regret my willingness to entertain to jack Bowers, I Fred Toth, do commend unto some poor victim my various vicefpresidencies. s I, Paul Rea, do bestow upon the judicious Morrison Smith, my knowledge of History and Civics. I, Bob Liston, leave unto Eddie Maul my loveable, farfaway expression. I, Mary Giles, do leave my cousin and pal, Mary Kelley, to someone. Will someone please take care of her? I, Ferdinand, do will my baby stare to Fay Black. I, Gladys Lawry, do bequeath to Eddie George my pull with the teachers. I, Lydia Nevis, do bestow my position as staff typist of thc Hi Times to Helen Bus' well, so that she may revise personals to suit her own liking. I. Mary Nascimiento, do reverently bestow unto Merle Blodin my love for dancing and parties. I, Audrey Waddington, do leave to Raymund Avery my pretty dimples and charm' ing smile, as they will improve his smile immensely. I, john Prizmich, do will my acrobatic ability to Donald Waddington, for the benefit of the students who lunch on the front lawn. I, Dawson Pomeroy, do commend unto Lois Walker my dramatic ability. I, Sylvia Kerkering, do will my perpetual smile to Eric Dunipace, because he evidently has not inherited his brother's. I, Willis Laine, do bestow upon jane Gerhardt, my cherished height. I, Bill Stephens, do will my ability to act like a Freshman to Bill Magistretti. I, Calvin Sides, do sorrowfully commend my name, Calvin John Eugene, to Van Hoppe, because he will appreciate its length. I, Ina Townsend, do leave to Margaret Delano my lovely contralto voice . I, Walter Knoth, do will my poetic nature to Everett Grant, hoping this will add to his fiery temper. I, Bernice Santos, leave my soft voice and quiet manners to Scott Held. I, Roberta Evans, do will my Editorship of the Hi Times for the juniors to fight over. I, jack Craver, do bestow my intense curiosity to jack Vargas. We, the Craig sisters. Evelyn and Mildred, do will our ability to get along tof gether to Bob Walden and Eric Dunipace. I, Marian Bracher, do commend my bored expression to Norman Smaha. I, Florene Brooks, do will my habit of eating candy between periods to Margaret Drum. - I, Helen Kohner, do bestow upon Frank Baker, my inimitable athletic ability. I, Gyneth McLean, do bequeath unto Harvey Hamilton, my air of becoming mysteriousness. ' I, Anita Madrigali, do will my ability to speak perfect Italian to Mr. Michealson. Page Twenty'Six

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THE SENIOR CLASS WILL LID We, the exceedingly influential and sagacious Seniors, do hereby bequeath the follow' ing treasures to posterity: To the faculty we leave our best wishes for bigger and better holidays during the next school term. ' To the classes we leave the following: To the Juniors we bestow our lordly positions as most worthy and discerning benef factors of the lower classmen. To the Sophomores we will our ability to frighten the new awefstricken Freshmen by a mere glance in their direction. Last and least, to those inferior beings, the Frosh, wc leave the knowledge and skill in the arts that only the mentally quick upperclassmen have heretofore been known to posess. As individuals we do bequeath the following: I, Alice Mendez, realizing the heavy load that will be lifted from my mind, do direct my pug Victoria to Calvin Roll. I, Henry Nissen, do will my extremely quiet ways to jimmy Triana, hoping these will be an aid in helping him to gain the Seniors' favor. I, Beverly Sinnott, do bequeath my sweet, sunny disposition unto Windsor Geary, to be used during his speeches in student body meetings. I, Stanley Ralph, do bestow upon Betty Ruth Mcliitosh, my cleverness with a typewriter. I, Raymond Quetano Jr., do solemnly decree to Alton George my ability to be the successful and perfect student always. I, Eveylne Wilcox, do will my muchftalked-about conceit to Wesley Thomas, know' ing a little more will not make much difference in him. I, Linn Norton, do reverently commend my boyish grin to William Roberts. I, Eloise Ellis, do will to Mayo Brice my everfblowing sax. I, Leslie Gordon, do decree unto Ernie Guard, my ever studious appearance, as he has always aspired to it. I, Peggy Dunipace, do will unto Ruth Amsdem, my lovely golden hair. I, Myron Farwell, do sorrowfully leave my slick haircomb to George Tanno. I, Elizabeth Dodd, do will my charming bashfulness to Julius Bozzi. I, Dorothy Grubb, do will my busy appearance to Billy Roseblade. I, Gladys Nickelson, do herein bequeath my amiable nature to Herman Whiffle. I, Ted Keech, do commend my muchfenvied get up and git to Wilfred Gibbs. I, Evelyn Compton, do leave my ability to borrow money to Alberta Steinhart hoping her success will be as longflived as mine. Page TwentyfFive

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I, Neva Bent, do sorrowfully leave my quick, deft fingers to Creston Held. I, Edith Quieto, do bestow upon Helen Sol my dainty little spit curls. I, Mary Bermudes, do will my ability to be seen and not heard to Ruby Erickson. I, Viola Norris, do commend unto Angie Lewis my ability to sit and do nothing. I, Ralph Berry, do will my personality to Mary Kelley. I, Albert Freitas, do leave my settledfdown nature to Auggie Texiera. I, Francis Cesena do will my marvelous physique to Buddy Pierce. I, Lloyd Ray, do leave my long stride to Verda Mace. I, john Gomez do bestow upon Louise Wiiiaxis my willingness to argue. I, Ferris Dangberg, do leave my very valuable common sense to Wes Thomas as he will no doubt be very thankful for this mercy. Having rid ourselves of these cherished natural gifts, we duely sigh and witness on this twentieth day of June. The Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and ThirtyfOne. GXJLID SUNSET Lia The sun is sinking in the west And golden peaks turn amethyst, The shadows lengthen one by one To mourn the setting of the sun. Gold and purple gleams the sky Shrouding the sun who's loath to die Veiling with gold this peaceful town The colors fadefthe sun is down. M. R. D. Page 'T'wenty'Seven ef' il