Trona High School - Telescope Yearbook (Trona, CA)

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C-'ELQDWINS 1 1 l i229 Margie Trotter Don O'Yates Barbara Farrah Warren Parmelee Maxine Wilson Dale Knight Blanche 'Robinson Bill johnson Carmen Ledesma Bobby Lytle Darlene Peterson Don Dill Coline Wellbaum Jim Prother Mildred Pitt Raymond Hunter EQ' Naomi Lineback Dawn Little Shirley Nelsen John Marshall Pat Wallace Frank Pillott Audri Mabbutt Leonard Terrel Bruce Robinson Manuel Quezada Cecil Gannaway Bing Harris f i e Wallack Don Johnson Mrs. Wallace Mr. Davis

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BQELPEZE. EAR? STPS9 LE3.HuLl'Z?b.i'iE'. We, the Seniors of 1951, will to the Seniors of 1952 the following collection of artifacts, opinions, atti- tudes, and talents. It is because of them that we are what we are today, may they help you attain the stature and prominence we have attained and retain. I, Don Igor Grau, will my mellow contralto to Baritone Barbara Sayre. I, Barbara Hall, will my masochistic tendencies to Shirley Nelsen. To Cecil Gannaway, I, Ira Russell, will my nightly trips to Home-wood Canyon. To Margie Trotter, I, Glenna Garrison, will my half empty bottle of Liquid Sunshine. I, Jackie Denny, will my beckoning smile to Carol W'oods. I, Ronnie Monk Holliman, will my tail to Bruce Robinson, who is without any. I, Beverly Simpson, will my love of variety to Barbara Say rs. I, Virginia Samuels, will my well known schnoz to Warren Parmelee, who could use it to better ad- vantage than I. I, Jack Hackman, will my loud mouth and bois- terous habits to Naomi Lineback, who is so quiet and refined. To Bill Johnson, I, Bob Stevens, will my terrific affinity for science and math. I, Chad Smith, will my ability to find a second meaning to Bruce Robinson, who can't even find a first. I, Bill Roberson, will my first base berth to Don johnson, who can't seem to get there. I, Barry Farrah, will my night life to Bill johnson, who could use a night with the boys. I, Marie Deihl, will to Delores Barbee my turbu- lent emotions. I, Philip Stick Lopez, will to Raymond Hunter my athletic physique. I, Wilma Dansby, will my dissipated habits to Pat Wallace, although she has enough of her own. I, Bill Fuller, will to Bing Harris my love for life- guards who will save you from drowning and other dire distresses. I, Nancy Briggs, will my membership card in the W.C.T.U. to Frank Piilott. I, Roselyn Keeling, will my long black tresses to Dale Knight, who has trouble growing his own. To Mike Wallack, I, Rosie Garcia, leave one small bag of peanuts. I, Audry Cross, will to Barbara Farrah my pa- triotism. I, Gene Mauldin, will my virile personality to Don Dill. I, Warren Parmelee, will my senior year to Don O'Yates, who may need a couple. I, Eileen Robinson, will to Audri Mabbutt my English heritage, of which Bruce is so proud. I, Wilma Williams, will to Lou Little my bulky form. A Juan Marshall yo, Irma Nieto, lc dejo mi talento Espanol. To Millie Pitt, I, LaVerne Cobb, will my southern drawl. May she put it to as good advantage as I. To Coline Wellbaum, I, Holly Hurlocker, leave the cold nights in the dark room. I, Bert Nieto, will my National Guard uniform to Manuel Quezada. I, John Lineback, will my stall next to Your Host to Bobby Lytle. I, Marian Steger, will all my love for all the high school basebail pitchers in California to all junior girls. I, Darlene Zciter, will my artistic temperament to Maxine Wilson. We, Bill Sisco and True Seaborn, will our con- structive, positive- thinking, our optimistic outlook, our congenial dispositions, our ability to accept author- ity, our friendly relations with teachers, our subordi- nate attitudes, and our place as literary giants of Trona High School to Carmen Ledesma, jim Patterson, and incidentally to the whole Junior class individually and collectively. 1215

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LQDWINHSIH QEXYSTZESJLQ EALLHIRIG As I was strolling through the tent grounds with a sack of popcorn clutched in my hand, I passed the fortune-telling tent. There, Swami Stevens fBob, that isj grabbed hold of my collar and pulled me into its dark interior. As I gazed into the crystal ball, I spied several broken down trapeze artists. Many happenings focused before my eyes. The first thing it revealed was William Sisco who is now a professor at Podunk U. He's preparing a lec- ture on the Evils of Labor. As I look further, I see the famous fashion de- signer, Marie Diehl, in her home at Palm Springs sketching men's bathing suits fwith the men in them, natch!J At the Old Bachelor's Home I find Nurse Marian Steger tripping forth on her rounds as head bed pan carrier. She loves her interesting work. As I stop at the Sewing Circle Burlesque nite club in I..A., I find featured Nancy fI'Iep-catj Briggs and her Knit One, Purl Two jazz band. She is still playing her old faithful clarinet and fills in when they are in need of an extra chorus girl. It is hard to make out who this stunning blond at Jones' Beach is. but as I look closer, I see it is none other than Beverlv Simpson. who is still having her successful parties. This one happens to be a clambake. Bv the way they call her Perle Mesta Jr. now! Glenna Garrison. who is a successful wife and mother. has started fpart timej giving singing lessons ro old retired opera singers for pin money. What ls the Best Tvpe of Bones to Give Dogs? That's the title of the thesis True Seaborn is writing for his doctor's degree at the Bryn Maher Veterinarian College. Chad Smith. famous orator. is seen giving a speech to the W.c.T.U. on Models Anonymous. Gasp! Whv there's Don Grau at Fort Knox! From the looks of it. he has a verv important job. Ah! Now I can see--he's directing five floor cleaners as thev sweep up the unused gold dust. Oh! Oh! Don, don't touch those paper bills. Again I gaze into the crystal ball onlv to see an- other of the class of 'SL It's Sea-Bteeze employee, Holly I-Iurlocker, who has just been promoted from head fish fryer to deep sea diver. Her motto: Never Let a Fresh Fish Get You Down! Now the crystal ball seems to be getting hotter. No wonder! We are approaching Africa! And there's Ronnie Cheetah Holliman on his Abba Dabba Hon- eymoon. That swish I heard must have been Irma Nieto in a bashed up green Chevy-she must still be learning to drive His car! Now I can hear much cheering and a few Ban- zai's from the opposition. There goes that gruesome twosome, Bill Fuller and Bill Roberson, playing for once as if their lives depended upon it in The Rice Bowl, Korea. There's Wilma Dansby drawing top pay at M.I.T., Moronic Institution at Tehachapi. She's teaching a course in Escape' Literature. A big black cloud of smoke begins to .clear and I can see Barry Farrah chewing on a stogie playing for big stakes at the Corner Snooker Parlor. Barbara Hall seems to be doing well for herself- she's modeling for Esquire playing cards in a tiger skin bathing suit. Jack Hackman is again in training for the annual Sadie Hawkins' Race. A big splash arises before my eyes and I recognize Virginia Samuels behind the haze. She has just saved another life guard! At the new Rose-'n'-Lee Ballroom I see exhibi- tionist Rosie Garcia. Who is she dancing with? Wilma Williams and Roselyn Keeling have just graduated from a course in Home for Happy Hus- bands with the highest honors. Smells from a nearby bakery issue forth through the crystal ball. I can see Audry, herself, baking some of her famous Hot Cross Buns. Now I see Denny's Dilly Hair-dos. a beauty shoppe, where Miss Jackie Denny, proprietor. is doing up Killer Cobb's hair. Killer wears a robe sym- bolic of former davs-it has two barbells on it. Last but not least fha-haj I find Eileen Robinson head of the division at Patton for old, mentally un- balanced high school teachers. Ironically, it appears she's having trouble with her former fourth period library teacher! C23l C