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

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SENIOR PROPHECY - - sc - Help! Help! shouts Laurence Eiahlo, president of the C. P. and A. C. A. as he falls overboard the S. S. Class '34. Toss him an anchor, yells Captain Dick Abreo. Aye, aye, sir! comes in unison from sailors Lewis Wcuczdfill and Wzllter Silva. Here comes james Bryce, president of the United States. tt Hello, Captain. Hear there's gonna be a hop tonight. Yes, and got quite a few celebrities on board the old tub, too. Come, Dick, and renew your acquaintance with my cabinet members. You knew them all back in the days at dear old S. C. This is Eugene Elam, Secretary of Wzir. Here Quentin Flores, Secretary of the Treasury. Hey! Wliere's john Higgins? He's the Secretary of Agriculture. Oh, he went down to the magazine shop on the lower deck with Earle Lewis, manager of the Cvlotz Cork and Rubber Bottle Stopper Company, vouchsafes Bernard Hanson, famous Hollywood property and scenery man. Say, Cap, who's that lanky fellow coming this wayfthe one with the big knife? That's Ed Jernigan. He's a well known surgeon in India now. And that nice look' ing lady with him is Eleanor Hollingsworth, head nurse in the Calcutta hospital. '!And see that fellow looking over the rail there? That's the richest coffee merchant in the western hemispherefEddie Nevis. I don't see any more of the cabinet, so let's stroll along the deck and see who is here. Look, here comes Connie Lucid. I hear she's the perpetrator of the new Prohi movement in the West. Oh, Captain, may I present the Secretary of the Interiorf Willigixii Newgent, and the Postmaster General, Chiyoko Kanemotof' See that little short lady over there? That's Sadako Oyama-Y--Ambassador to Japan. A'Well, pres., it's nearing time to dress. See you at dinner. Betty Brainerd! Dean at Vassar College! On a pleasure voyage, I presume? Yes, jimmy, and here is Zoe Eellabaum, present tennis champion. The girl with her is Alice Van Valer, the Olympics swimming queen. Er ah -steward! Well, fer the luvva mike! It is really Bennie Perry! Yup, and I think you know the first mate there, too. He's Ed Becker..' And isn't that little fellow over there Alphonse Dingacci- the musical tapeworm king? Yes, and you'll be pleased to hear that Julius Bozzi leads the ochestra at the dance tonight. He has succeeded Ted EiofRito's popularity and has Rubinoff entirely out' classed. Yofhofhum, and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men on 11-'-W'Y 7Y'n Wli4it was THAT supposed to be? asks jimmy. THAT, replies Bennie, is only Henry Acquistapace. He runs that dump down in Panama called the 'Pirate's Han fout'- don't know about the irates but it's a E In 1 hangout, all right! K age 'I'wenty'th'ree A . fi ei Xb' xp L nb. ..,.,,:.e---

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Uhfhuh, well, I gotta get dressed for dinner. Some time later the president emerges from his stateroom and runs full steam ahead into the world famous prima donna, Anne Pasquinelli. That not affording sufficient embarrassment, poor jimmy steps on Senator George Dent's toe, and upon turning about to apologize, he barges right into Louise Colpin, noted for her sculptured SYEIIILICUCS. Finally the president finds himself safely in the dining salon. He refuses the place of honor at the Captain's right and seats himself between two of the fairer memhersff Dorothy Thomas and Leona Pruett, cofeditors of the New York Times. Pardon mc, Dorothy, says Jimmy, 'ibut those two fellows across the tahle look familiar. HFAMILIAR! I'd think they would! They're Albert Mead, world famous hug expert and his brother Harley, who claims to have the biggest Persian rug factory in the States, says Miss Pruett. And that dame next to Albert is Helen Anders, She's got a big place down at Santa Barbara and the place is simply infested with monkeys and kangaroos and everything. WhcJ is the fellow down there next to Yale's English Professor, George Bottini? Oh, that's joe Carrera, featherweight champ. The girl ncxt to him is Elinor Davis. She's made quite a sensation on the radio. just then Austen Wzirhurteii, ambassador to Australia, drops his fork, and in an attempt to retrieve the same manages to upset the chair next to him Y--which was, up until now, occupied by Bob Walderi, the big dog biscuit manufacturer. Torrid words ensue. Sock him, Aussie! yells Harviene Ingalls, the new political whirlwind. Frigid atmosphere, however, intervenes in the form of Gladys Estudillo, artists' model. Peace restored, the calm is broken once again when Ed Krebs, owner of the West Coast Speed Lines, chokes on a mouthful of cake. Lola Baldacci, woman venf triloquist, pats his back to keep him from choking but in the process, she humps her elbow into an eye of that renowned dancer, Claire Cronin. Toastmistress for the evening is Ruth Holtz, who has just completed a book of answers to all the questions wouldfhe stockholders ask her regarding her Blah Collar Button Corporation. Dinner finally over the crowd begins to leave, and soon we find President Bryce asking May I have this one? and the lucky girl is Alta Gordon who won a walkathon contest. Speaking of winners, there is Marquez Lundin who won recently in the Inter' national Air Races. And he's stepping on the toes of Beth Henderson who is a hostess on a Transcontinental Airways plane. There's jane Gerhardt over there talking to Fred Fitzgerald, who is called Joe Penner II. She's probably telling him about her lates-t designs in millinery. Something's wrong! The ship is lurching wildly, and here comes Curtis Farley, member of the House of Representatives, and the Agnew mayor, Bill Hargis. They're going to see what's the trouble! Ellio Malatesta, the purser, enters and shouts Everybody keep calm while we lower the lifeboatsln Lifehoats! Gh, we're shipwrecked! This from Angie Madruga who has scads of blue ribbons for her famous home made bread. That girl running wildly across the room is Helen Devich. From the way she is 5'?ii1ty.f,,1.,- unnerved now, you wouldn't ever think she is the Justice of the Supreme Court! fN . I ' 4 ,Amr-rxf 'e'YCNg'f'C 'ffm Ce. X N