Torrance High School - Torch Yearbook (Torrance, CA)

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sive art shop in North Hollywood. We'll have to drop around and see her some time. That's surely fine for Pauline. I always knew she could do it, said Harry, And, oh yes, isn't this June 10, 1937? Say, it is! This is the opening night for Cassie I-lansen's latest play, Two Crooks and a Lady, starring the famous actress, Ethelene Woodington, and her leading man, Frances Edmonds. Dee Williamson and Eustaus Long are the two crooks. We simply must see that picture. What do you say we go? The picture was the best ever, and to cap it off there was a vaude- ville long to be remembered. The prologue contained some musical numbers by the famous composer, Russell Roberts. They were played by Johnnie Fiesel's well-known orchestra. This was followed by a vocal solo by Edward Price, accompanied by his wife, Dorothy, at the piano. The program closed with a violin solo written and played by Clifford Ruppel, who had replaced Frit Kreitzler. On the way home Eileen said, Isn' it wonderful how our class has progressed? In all of our talks I don't believe we have mentioned the oerson who made all of our success possible. Mrs. Boynton, our class teacher, so very dear to all of us, has likewise brought other classes through the same trials of the four years just as she did for us. Harry added, Pm afraid we could never thank her enough for what she has done for us. She was a wonderful teacher and friend, agreed both Tom and Ray The two then left their friends and went on their own wav, reflecting over the success or failure of the different members of the Class of 1927 of Torrance. COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES Thursday, June 23 PIIOCESSIONAI. CLASS SONG fJllA'l'ION So1'nANo Soto Oinvriox SP1I.l'Il l'l0N CJHATION PIANO Sono OnA'rloN . . SEl.EC'l'ION . . . PllESl'IN'l'A'I'l0N on DIPLOMAS V101.iN Som . . . Ti'c'r'1l ly fiw' Class of '27 . Class of '27 . Harry Phillips . Dorothy Darling lficlmrd Von Hagevz C7nmbined Glce Clubs Ruth Lirngenfelter E il'een llfooclb urn . Tom Jones . Senior Quartette Boa-rd Nlember . Cliforzl Ruppel

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Vou? And say, by the way, whom did you walk up the aisle with ? Say, Tom, you just can't guess. The dandiest little girl that ever lived. But I'm not going to tell you now. You've yet one more surprise coming to you today, Tom, be ready, finished Harry as he turned his little roadster into a lane that led up to the coziest little bungalow Tom had ever seen. ' They entered the front door and were met in the hall by-well guess who-Eileen Woodburn, of course. After very cordial greetings had taken place between the old friends, they entered the house. After dinner that evening the three sat in front of a cheerful fire and once more took up the wanderings of the :lass of '27. S-ay, what's this! exclaimed Tom, as he picked up the evening caper. Floyd Chandler-why it can't be our old friend who is recently elected senator for California - Yes it is our own Floyd because it says his home is in Redlands. Well, can you beat that? That certainly eclipses all, cried Eileen, while Harry was utterly speechless. The spell was broken suddenly by a sharp ringing of the loor bell. And who do you suppose was ushered in-? At first none of them knew. Then when the man stood before them announced that he was Ray Sleppy, athletic coach of the University of California, Southern Branch, they received a shock this time which warned them to be seated again. 1 After greetings were exchanged, Harry said, Say, Ray, have you ever heard of Warren MacMillan? I haven't seen or heard of him since we left school. Yes, I have. About three years ago I was stranded in Jazztown, Iceland. I wanted to get out of the place, so went down to the docks to see if I couldn't nnd a ship on which I could work my way out. There was a fine private yacht in the harbor so I went towards the pier to see how the prospects were. As I approached I noticed a person whom I thought to be the captain. Coming still closer I recognized Warren MacMillan, and I had a long talk with him. DLu'ing the conversation he informed me that Benny Lepkin had opened a tailor shop there in Jazz:- town and was making tuxedos for the Eskimos. As a sideline he teaches them dancing. Oh, yes, said Ray. I almost forgot to tell you about Everett Richhart. After he graduated from the Forestry Department at U. S. C he was appointed chief inspector of all the National Parks in the United States. Pretty good for old Dutch, don't you think? And there's Allen Musselwhite too. He has recently been successful in getting into con- nection with Mars. He has invented an instrument which allows a per- son to see as well as to talk with the inhabitants of Mars. f Oh, by the way, Harry, said Eileen. I read some very interesting 'iews in the paper this morning. Pauline Mayhew has opened an exclu- Twen ty-fan r I l I

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the class of '27, realizing that we are here for but a short time know that we must leave our most treasured possessions in care of various members of the student body. In the name of Mr, Wood, we hereby swear this to be our last will and testament: We hereby will our Senior dignity to the Juniors. To the Sophomores we bequeath our unusual official ability. To the Freshmen we leave our utmost sympathy. And to the incoming B7's we leave our dear Mrs. Boynton. . Individually, I, Harry Phillips, will my loving nature to Dick Danton. I, Eileen Woodburn, will my A's to Dale Merritt. I Ted Troost, bequeath my height to Florence Gramling. May she thrive 7 on it. . I, Tom Dougherty, leave my excuses and excuse cards to the future oflice practice class. I, Dorothy Darling, leave my heart to Eddie. I, Maurice Fyfe, will my fairy-like figure to Alan Renn, I Cassie Hansen, bequeath my loud voice to Earl McKnight. ! I, Eustus Long, will my beautiful golden curls to Nellie Middleton. I Genevieve Barber, leave my school girl complexion to Johanna. Y I, Elizabeth Stafford, leave my many engagements, broken and otherwise, to De De Barnard. We, Russell Roberts and Johnny Fiesel, bequeath our daily parking place in Miss Parks' office, to Richard Sinclair and Harwood Clark, respec- tively. I, Martha Lizer, bequeath my curly locks to Winifred Nickerson. I, Richard Von Hagen, leave my ability as a bachelor to Paul Carpenter. I, Ethelene Woodington, will my bashful ways to Eunice Tansey. I, Floyd Chandler, leave Anaheim to see Tot every week-end. I, Ruth MacMaster, will my demu1'e ways to Marion Vieths, I, Leonard Babcock, leave my love to Vivian. I Edith Harshman, bequeath my shorthand notebook to Violet Crane. 7 Twcn t y-sim