Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 88 of the 1920 volume:

DEDICATED n O Mrs. Eva Gill Clark, • Senior Member of our Faculty,whose untiring efforts and ever ready encouragement have helped to make possible this second number of THE CHIPMUNK Westwood High School THESCHOOLBOARD WESTWOOD • HIGH • SCHOOL The Chipmunk Westwood High School STAFF Editor - Elliott Cassidy Associate Editors (Ingerman Jacobsen Bess Coil Literary Editor Elizabeth McIntosh Social Editor Norma Merrill Art Editor - - Emily Newton Associate Art Editor - - Jens Jacobsen Athletic Editor - - - Marvin Jones Joke Editor - - Fletcher L. Walker, Jr. Exchange Editor Mildred Dixon Business Manager Enoch Israelson Assistant Kenneth Walker I Reuel Pray Business Managers LLIOTT • vCASSIDY ELIZABETH MEINTOSH EMILY sNEWTON NORM A 1 WlERRILl TL. WALKER. JR. ENS JACOBSEN IN-JONES ENOCH • ISRAELSON REUEL- PRAY. INGERMAN JACOBSEN EDITDRIHL5 CO our friends and all those who have been so kind to us in these, the first two years of our life, we extend Greetings. Although we have only been in existence twenty-four short months we are beginning to feel aged and gray haired. Perhaps that might only apply to the Editor, but then we think that getting out two consecutive issues should establish the fact that we are in the school annual world to stay, unless we are visited with an earthquake, a stroke of lightning, or some other unforseen occurrence. Last year we were very imperfect and asked to be forgiven on the grounds that we were young and had been fashioned hastily. This year we think that we have improved in a large degree but we still ask that our readers treat us with leniency. This year, however, considering the fact that we think our- selves so aged we have no grounds on which to base our claims for mercy. But gentle reader harken to that which we have to say. We are always desirous of making a good appearance and of having nice things said about us. For that matter, who isn’t? But here is one thing that we want all the world to know and that is as follows: We are in this “cruel” world “forever and aye,” regardless of what people say about us. So we proclaim to future genera- tions and to this that in the coming years The Chipmunk intends to be a permanent resident in the forest primeval of High School Annuals. Selfishness Oil, I’m not selfish. Why, I would give up anything for my friends.” Yes, most of us believe that, and if we were to forfeit something of importance, to make a sacrifice that people would notice, there is not one of us who would not gladly do it. But in the little everyday things, are we always unselfish? The world names it carelessness when we use thoughtlessly some other’s valuable time or forget to do a serv- ice requested. But the reason we forgot or were careless, [ 1 PS , was because we were thinking so much about our own pleasure' or satisfaction that another’s joy had no place in our mind. The man who makes a success of life is admired; but the man, whether successful or not, who puts himself so entirely aside that unconsciously every day he says and does kind tilings for the people around him, is the man, who, through all his life is blessed with the richest inheritance and heritage that can be bestowed—namely, Friends. And whether he be rich or poor, known or unknown, popular or unpopular, he will be happy in the supreme content which only comes to those who give “their all” freely. So let us be unselfish; that in absolutely forgetting ourselves, and living for those about us, we may be happy always, filling our lives so full of the joy of service that our own little troubles have no time to grow. Good Comradeship TrtESTVVOOl) High is small with some faults, we’ll VI acknowledge; but it also has some virtues towering mountain high tibove its hills of faults. One of them is the good comradeship a new scholar or stranger feels on coming into its fold. They see no groups here nor there; there is but one group. No one is standing apart or talking to a select few because of their superior clothes and inferior brains. • Nearly every one is working his or her way entirely or partly through school. No one is ashamed of the fact, but proud of it. Those who do not work their way do not feel above those who do, but all are equal, all are friends willing to help the other out; and all meet on equal terms. This kind of comradeship is of the right kind—the kind that develops good friends and true. It is the best kind of a start for a High School and insures success. It means to those who spend part of their lives here that in the years to come they will look back with pleasant memories because of the pleasant times, the good comradeship which made kind, true, and lasting friends; and last, because it developed in each the ability to appreciate what a comrade means and the wish to keep up this policy of comradeship throughout life. So the world, or even so small a part of it as ours, is made better for the lesson of equality gained here in Little Westwood High— which is mighty. Our Photographic Department Editor’s Note—In regard to our illustra- tions and all photo matter we wish to print an explanation. All of our work is an effort of amateurs and only one or two of the photos have even seen the inside of a studio. When it came time for us to see about cuts for The Chipmunk we found to our dismay that in a town the size of Westwood there was no photographer. We learned that to import a man from a neighboring town would cost us a sum far beyond our reach. In our dilemma we decided that the only thing to do would be to nominate some of the students in school to do the work. Accord- ingly Elliott Cassidy, Fletcher Walker, Jr., and Ingerman Jacobsen were chosen. For two long weeks we labored and the results of our efforts you can see. But for the timely and ever ready help of Mr. E. A. Ferris we would have surely failed. To him, Westwood High School extends many thanks and desires that he know that his work is appreciated. We also wish to thank Alf Anderson for what he did to help us. CHE history of the Senior (’lass begins in the spring of the year nineteen hundred and sixteen. It was then that two of our members were in the Graduating Class of Hie Eighth Grade in the Westwood Grammar School, and they manifested their desire to attend High School. In September of that year a very large Freshman Class was enrolled. They were treated rough by the upper classmen. I he girls were made to dress in indescribable costumes, green ribbons, etc., and the boys were also likewise adorned. All that year we suffered and bore it patiently. 1 he next year we found that we rather enjoyed torturing the new “ Frosh,” just as we had so heartlessly been treated. That year there “hailed in” from Nevada, a sturdy, red- cheeked youth—namely, Vern Ricketts. Then from Minne- sota there came a wise and studious lad, Walter Luff, Jr., to join th(‘ ranks of tried and true. Ingerman Jacobsen also joined the class at that time. The billowing year a New Yorker arrived from Elko, Xev., Elliott Cassidy, as he is known throughout the town— called by friends and class-mates, “Hop-a-long” or “Hoppy.” As new members came, old members dropped out. Some went to other schools, others took up a trade. Audrey Staten, who up to this time had been with us in all of our peaceful endeavors, now graduated from the commercial department. 1 his year we enjoyed the pleasure of welcoming Bess Coil, from Hanford, California, among our “jolly six,” for that’s what we find we are. From the large Freshman ('lass of some fifteen or twenty there are two left, and four students have entered since that time. As we prepare to graduate we find that it is a case of the survival of the fittest. M3J native sons DI5DAIN OUR FALL PADEROWSKI rt PA AND THE KIDS ■■ ----------------: SPEEDERS •J - OUR JANITOR |“AOY PLEASED x v . —1 1 “ON A BUG HUNT THE FACULTY THElR CLUB ; “REMAINS OP A GOOD - FOOTBALL 5QUAP auSflLT THREE IN A ROW “VERY • POPULAR OUT 3 LIZZIE AND ••••HER DRIVERS 'happy LITTLE CHILDREN” NT PILASA AT SENS THE SMOKERS UNION riRST act or ooh THREE KING ClR RG PITY THE • • • MAN BEHI We have the following on our Roll Book. Officers and Members: Walter Luff, .Jr.. President. Vern Ricketts, Vice-President. Elizabeth McIntosh, Secretary and Treasurer. Bess Coil. Enoch Israelson. Elliott Cassidy. E. Mcl.—’20 Will of the Senior Class w E, the 1920 Senior Class, of the W. H. S., being of III sound mind, and in a disposing mood, do hereby make, | publish and declare, this document to take precedence over all others previously made, published and declared, as our last will and testament: FIRST— We bequeath to the Junior Class the seats occupied by us this current year; except the mural decorations and artistic creations, placed thereon by us, which go to the Freshmen for the further development of their appreciation of the fine arts. We also leave to the Juniors our books and other materials so that their intellects may be developed to the high state of perfection that ours have been. SECOND— To the Sophomores we bequeath our ability to study, and our powers of concentration. We also bequeath anything that the Juniors may cast off, or deem not sufficiently valuable to accept. May they make good use of it. THIRD- Our ability to endure long suffering and pain we bequeath to the Fresh- men. We feel that they shall need it. Also we leave to them our ability to initiate incoming Freshmen. May they make good use of it in the com- ing year. To them we bequeath our uprightness and dignity. (Latter to be withheld until two years after our demise.) We also bequeath our fondest hopes and deepest sympathy that they may pass through the painful ordeal which they will be forced to undergo with unfailing courage. We also bequeath to them our secret process for the extraction of ehloro- phyl which was discovered by us while Juniors, in chemistry. It is a posi- tive cure for all forms of verdancy. FOURTH To the faculty as a whole we bequeath a loving memory of the dear departed. Their troubles will now be over. 1151 'OMEON.THE ICE IS CREA1 J PIMPLES £ � CURLS I- ,!T g'' J •MATERNAL AFFECTION ‘OUR FOUR GANG H THE FIRST • AF Individualities I, Axel Enoch Israelson, bequeath to Charles Rutledge my ability to be agreeable. To Louis Dixon, I bequeath my ability at playing hand- ball. (May he make better use of it than I did.) I, Bess Coil, bequeath my surplus avoirdupois to Miss Mildred Dixon. I, Elliott Cassidy, bequeath my proficiency in Spanish, baseball, basket- ball and all other forms of athletics to Clifford Hemler. I, Walter Luff, Jr., bequeath my ability to write, to Fletcher L. Walker, Jr- I, Elizabeth McIntosh, bequeath my coquettish manners and engaging ways to Miss Jennie Johnson. 1, Vern Ricketts, bequeath my everlasting regard and undying affection —to a certain Junior. We, the Unholy Trinity, bequeath our varied experience and whole- hearted moral support to any organization of a like nature that may arise in times to come. Poetry Did e’er you know five minutes of true happiness in life? Five minutes when you quite forgot all trouble and all strife? Oh, sure, I've known five minutes of true happiness to me; Five minutes when from black despair and trouble I was free. It happened when a-driving with a maiden in a sleigh. And she said, “I’ll give you just five minutes ‘Hop to take your arm away.’ ’ � ll?l IN6ERMAN JACOBSEN )JENS • JACOBSEN E-JOHNSON BERNICE-eViCKSON NORMA - MERRILL PmTlPRe1 P1X N f EMILY NEWTON ] ) r J u n i □ r s Colors—Red and Black Emblem—Pine Cone LL Juniors are practically alike in every High School, as far as their aim is concerned. This chief aim and hope is to become noble and stately Seniors on the following year. We organized in the first semester with the intention of doing something. Though the Juniors should lead in the social life of the High School, our class had not, as yet, done much in this line. We have made up our minds to give our Six Seniors the best “Send Off” possible in June. Most of the members of our class are on the baseball and basket ball teams. Norma is the captain of the volley ball team which won a series of ten games. On the regular basket ball team, Norma is jumping center, Mildred is running cen- ter, Emily is sub for jumping center and Bernice is sub for running center. The Junior boys are also quite athletic. Jens, Ingerman and Marvin are on the baseball team. Marvin is also on the basket ball team. Although we could hardly be classed with Dempsey and Carpentier, I think we might be called a very athletic class. The members of our class are as follows: Jens Jacobsen, President. Norma Merrill, Vice-President. Bernice Erickson, Secretary. Emily Newton, Treasurer. Mildred Dixon. Ingerman Jacobsen. Francis Bell. Marvin Jones. Motto—“Be a Senior and with the Seniors Stand.” B. I.—’21 M91 f 1,1 XX September of 1918 twenty-two Freshmen entered the Westwood High School. At first we were a little timid but soon learned not to fear boisterous upper classmen. Our number decreased to fifteen during the year and most of us made our desired credits. Six of this large number entered and made up the Sopho- more class of 1920, at the beginning of the term. Since that time one of our members, Julia Mitchell, has left us on account of sickness. Four new students have joined us, namely, Clifford Hemler from Susanville, Lee Norah Roberts from Joplin, Mo., Ulmont Bell from Paonia, Colo., and Mona Severns from Red Bluff. The Sophomore class met and organized on March 1, 1920. The following officers were elected: Fletcher L. Walker, Jr., President. Louis Dixon, Vice-President. Margaret Jacobsen, Secretary. Arthur Jensen, Treasurer. The members of the Sophomore class are sure a lively bunch, always prominent in all the High School doings. We certainly knew how to take the freshness out of the Freshmen the night of the initiation and taught them to respect the upper classmen, especially the Sophomores. The Sophomores are also prominent in athletics, Art Jensen being a member of the basket ball team and C Tiff Hemler and Ulmont Bell the baseball team. Also all the boys are members of the High School Fire Department. The members of the Sophomore class are as follows: Louis Dixon, Fletcher Walker, Arthur Jensen, Ulmont Bell, Annie Willet, Clifford Hemler, Lee Xorah Roberts, and Margaret Jacobsen. Next September we all hope to enter the Westwood High School as Juniors, with every thought for the betterment of our school. M. J.—’22 [21] BERNICE. • -tOUQHTON AQNES JOHNSON EDITH A llilFORD JOYCE RICKETTS VERA - JONES ERWIN - .MORRISON KENNETH WALKER. . HATTIE• COUNTRYMAN MARY-COYLE AQNES-I5RAELS0N (’lass Colors—Green Emblem—Chert;b Motto—“One More Year’’ The Freshmen class met at the first of the term and elected the following officers: Ada Conklin, President. Kenneth Walker, Vice-President. Hattie Countryman, Secretary. Edith Williford, Treasurer. Our class started off about twenty strong but during the school term four of our members left school. James Noland, Geneva Butner, and Ernest Inwood left for other parts of the state while Alice Hershey went to work. Reenforcements arrived in the shape of Lucile Slocum from San Jose and Guinevere Ray from Sacramento who were gladly welcomed into our class. We have been very active along a social line and have staged several parties and dances in the last two semesters. Sad to relate none of our boys made any of the first teams but several of our girls have. Although the Freshmen this year are smaller than those who usually enter High School they have been able to get along fairly well with the upper classmen. The initiation given us was not nearly as hard as we had expected but we must say it was very complete and thorough in all lines. We have tried to live up to all things laid down by the high and mighty Seniors but in some cases it has caused us a great deal of trouble. The Freshmen entered High School as green as only “Frosh” can be, but they are sure they have gotten a great deal of knowledge throughout the year. This will apply to more things than their school work. Here’s hoping that all of this year’s “Frosh” will be back next season as wise Sophomores. q__ 23 12 3) The Grandeur of Nature YTVROM where we were standing we could see the Deep- JT water River, cold at all seasons of the year, flowing swiftly. It gurgled and swished around boulders of granite and lava and could be forded in only one place in a distance of thirty miles, where it spread out over a rocky, submerged plateau. At that place it grew turbulent and frothy with wrath as it poured over the up-thrust ledges. Along its eastern bank lay a ranch, in the valley of Deepwater, and beyond it a short distance stood the Barrier, following its shores mile after mile. The Barrier, well named, was a great ledge of limestone— up-flung like a wall, sheer, smooth and only occasionally broken by narrow crevices—running far back and sloping gradually upward, rock-strewn, damp, cool, and wild. On one side of that rampart lay the scurrying river and the rolling valley of the Deepwater, sparsely-timbered and heavily grassed, placid and restful. On the other side, seeming to leap against the horizon, lav the grandeur of chaos, wild and forbidding. Highest above all that western skyline, shouldering above all other buttes and plateaus, Twin Buttes demanded atten- tion. Remarkably alike from all sides, they seemed to have been cast in the same mould; and the two towering, steep masses with their different-colored rocks stood high above the Barrier and the wilderness behind it, like concrete examples of eternity. Twin Buttes were lords of all they surveyed, and what a country was to be seen from their peaks! Around them for miles great buttes rose solidly upward, naked on their abrupt sides except for an occasional straggling bush or a dwarfed pine or fir which here and there held pre- carious foot-holds in the cracks and crevices. Deep canyons choked with brush lay between the more rolling hills. Farther west, where the massive buttes reared aloft, the deep canyons were of two kinds. The first, wide, with sloping banks, were covered with pine trees and torn with small can- yons. The second were steep-walled, narrow chasms of wind- and water-swept rock, bare and awe-inspiring. M. D.—’21 Speed 2fPEED is the bane and the salvation of the modern civilized world. Manifesting the desire for it, you see automobiles, fast trains, aeroplanes, flying machines, motor boats and steam yachts. As the result of it you see beautiful public buildings such as hospitals, morgues, emer- gency stations and lockups. You see signs like the following: “Stop, Look and Listen”—one that is seldom observed; “Danger! Keep to the Right”; “Speed Limit, thirty miles per hour”; “Keep off the grass”; etc.; etc. Also traffic cops. The benefits derived therefrom, however, are not so manifold— the principal beneficiaries being John D., with his Standard Oil; the Goodyear Tire Co., and Henry Ford. There also are a number of minor beneficiaries such as the S. P. Ry., Don Lee, Willys-Overland, and the Bethlehem Steel Corporation. The latter is only indirectly benefited, however. We are living in an age when the desire to go somewhere, or do something in the shortest time possible, is an obsessing mania. The supreme accomplishment that men seem to be seeking for today is a machine that will enable things to be done in “nothing flat.” Ingenious inventors have approached very close to this desired end. From infancy we are educated to this absorbing and soul devouring ideal—thus it begins at a very tender age. The first device for the accomplishment of this desired end is a rubber with a small hole placed over the mouth of a bottle; this enables the infant to take food in the fastest manner possible with regard to economy, effort and general tidiness. The device is very efficient; and as you all know, efficiency produces speed. Thus the education begins. Next he is furnished with a basket on four wheels which enables his fond parents to transport him in a faster manner than it would be possible for them to carry him. Next he is supplied with a small cart on which he is usually willing to expend considerable effort if he has been properly educated. In the next stage he is placed behind the wheel of Pa’s “flivver,” where he learns that considerable speed may be ob- tained without personally exerting a great amount of effort. 1251 From here the only effort exerted on his part is the mental strain of missing other “flivvers” and dodging telephone poles, barb-wire fences, rat-terrier pups, etc., etc. But this is the fatal stage of the game. When the person discovers that speed can be obtained without exerting a pro- portionate amount of effort, he sooner or later lands in one of the beautiful public buildings mentioned above. If it is not the second named building, i. e., the morgue, he becomes from that time on a confirmed speed-maniac and should be treated as such wherever seen. I firmly believe that man’s one glorious dream, the hope of getting to heaven, is based solely on his desire to secure a pair of wings with which he hopes to make better time than is possible here on earth. w t r ______ 90 Father’s Experience with the Chinamen ADDY was always fond of relating stories of his boy- hood days; and some of his queerest experiences were in La Port with the Chinamen. One evening he told me the following: Chinatown was about a mile below La Port, on the creek. Every evening after the La Port school let out the boys would get a raft and go down to Chinatown to hear the old China- men’s troubles about their mines. Of course, the boys always expressed ready sympathy, although they felt none—and would have added to the old fellows’ troubles if they could; but they had lots of fun watching them at their work with their crude implements, often playing tricks on them when their backs were turned. This did not last long, for the Chinamen wern’t always to be fooled. Finally they told the boys to come no more. The boys knew they meant busi- ness and so the next day called a council of war. “What shall we do to them?” asked George, one of the toughest of the bunch. “They’ve told us not to come any more and they’re a dangerous lot when mad.” “Well, we don’t have to go near them if we don’t want to. We can float all sorts of trash down the creek and dam it up,” answered Frank; but it seems that would injure some of the boys’ fathers, too, so that scheme was given up. “Say, why can’t we fix up one of those things to throw rocks like we had the other day,” said one of the boys. “Gee, that gives me an idea,” yelled Dad, hopping out of his seat. “We’ll make a catapult.” And so it was decided. The next day they swiped enough lumber for a fort anil went down the creek about a hundred yards from the town. There they made their fort. Inside of it they placed a large saw horse and then a heavy plank was placed on that with a strong box on the end of that. Then a rope was attached to the other end of the plank and fastened securely to the other end of the fort. When everything was finished they found a large rock as heavy as all of them could carry and placed it in the box. The rope was let loose and up flew the rock. The force was so strong that it flew straight over and fell right in the middle of Main Street in Chinatown. Xo damage was done but the Chinamen, being superstitious, were badly frightened. They did not know about the boys and their fort. After that the boys did not revisit their fort for a number of days, thinking the Chinamen would suspect who had done it. But a few days later an old Chinaman came up from the town and told the people about the great rock that had fallen from the heavens. The boys, hearing this, decided to try it again; so the next day they arranged their catapult differently so that the rock would fall in a different spot. This time it landed on top of a Chinaman’s house, went through the roof and injured one of the family pretty badly. Still another rock they threw that afternoon. This landed in another house, altho it did not injure anyone. By this time the Chinamen suspected something and tried to find out where the rocks came from. Three days later an old Chinaman passed the boys’ fort just as they entered. From the fact that they had obeyed the order not to go to Chinatown again, he thought nothing of it; but later in the day when another rock came flying over the town he told what he had seen, so two Chinamen were stationed to watch the boys’ fort. They were soon rewarded. Out came a large rock and sailed over the town. Then there was a “pow wow.” Out came all the Chinamen and the boys heard them coming. Dad and two other boys watched the gate while the rest cleaned up the catapult. When the Chinamen came, one demanded to be let in. They saw no traces of the catapult; so they went off and still wonder, I guess, where those rocks came from, but Daddy and the boys never tried that again for it was too dangerous a sport. (' o___’9 (271 How It Snows in Westwood With Apologies to Warner w ESTWOOD is favored or cursed, according to one’s flf opinion, by two kinds of snow. Fear not, gentle reader, we do not have pink and red snow; but we have two distinct methods by which the pure white blanket de- scends. The first method is the one by which on December the fifteenth we have six feet on the level and your neighbor makes use of the phone instead of favoring you with her presence all the morning. This type is sagely called by old timers like A1 Duhme “A Minnesota Winter.” It is gloried in by small boys and feared and dreaded by school-teachers and adults at large. Of this, one may well use the saying, “it is to be with us always,” but on March twentieth a thaw is started by a “chinook” wind. In two weeks there is the customary red dust and we are on our way to a happy summer filled with forest fires, yard fires, town fires, and then more fires. The second kind arrives by a different route. It snows on October first. The sky is gray and filled with whirling snow- flakes. Old timers like Hill Allen prophesy a hard winter, proceed to hire three extra plumbers and lay in a case of gasoline torches. On October fifth we have a foot of snow and most of the teamsters quit. “Doc” Brown and Xels Israelson are in a great stew. The sky is overcast and filled with clouds. On October seventh the sun shines and water runs not in streams but in rivers. Great sales of rubber footwear occur at the Red River Department Store. On October tenth we have an inch of dust in front of the Westwood Club. Autos are like flies. Appear several “I told you it wouldn’t last,” including Hill Allen. Then we have fine weather until, on December twentieth, many youngsters are filled with great anxiety lest Santa Claus may lx unable to get to Westwood for lack of snow. We are awakened on the next morning by a whistling, roaring wind. It threatens to blow the house down around our ears and topple all the forest over. Young ladies vainly fight ballooning skirts and appreciative men stand in leeward corners. We venture forth and are forthwith covered, filled and surrounded by dust and cinders. Oh, those Westwood cinders! Though I live to be an old, old man and die on the South Sea Isles I shall never forget our cinders. Pittsburg at its worst has no greater reputation than Westwood, for the steel magnates do not burn sawdust. A cinder alights on your pants-cuff and before you can organize an effective resistance and throw out a barrage the same cinder is in your eye. It grows colder, the wind calms down and the sky becomes gray. By three it is spitting snow, by four it is snowing and by five we have a north pole blizzard. Santa Claus comes to Westwood on two feet of snow. Cub Walker decides he must go to Susanville by auto, over the summit and no other way. So, assisted by other adventurous young souls, he proceeds forth in a stripped “Lizzie” and B. V. Ds. They encounter four feet of snow on the summit and get stuck—walk to Good- rich and get a team, rescuing “Lizzie” before more snow falls. By January tenth the snow is gone and the weather is warm and balmy. We go to bed and are so warm we kick off half the bed clothes. We are awakened at four o’clock by dreaming we are in Eskimo land, clothed in a postage stamp, and find it is sixteen below zero, and there is no steam. All the plants are frozen and all the water-pipes have burst. This is followed by skating on Goodrich Lake, and then warm weather. On February fifteenth we have two inches of dust. We read that the Sacramento Valley is burning up for water. Lake Almanor is dry and F. L. Walker talks wildly of dyna- miting a tunnel through to Eagle Lake if we don’t have snow. Joe Hunter, Harry Foss and Jus. Van Buren hold a conven- tion and decide that spring has come. Bert Bristol and Judge Morrow come forth with wild-cat oil and real estate plans, perhaps hoping in this way to aid the drought. The High School Baseball Team is organized. On Saturday we defeat the Machine Shop and schedide a game with Susan- ville for the next Saturday. Joy-riders make appearances and the “young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” On the following Friday we leave word to be awakened early so we can get started for Susanville, and see Marion Silvers’ brother. At six o’clock a voice pierces our dreams announcing that we have two feet of snow, and would we get up and shovel the path. We decide to play not baseball but snowball. On March fourth a flood threatens to wash us away and hip boots are declared the style. On March tenth we have dust and more joy-riders appear. April comes with her showers, though in most cases they are small blizzards. The Lassen Weekly Mail informs its readers that we shall have a dry summer. Soon we will be informed that the sun will rise and set. May and June pass with some rain and more dust. The Fire Department is made stronger and Jim Pierce does a thriving insurance business. On the Fourth of July a Firemen’s picnic is planned at Clear Creek. Young ladies and young gentlemen, men, women, and children arrive. They come by train, bv auto, and on foot. A big dinner is planned and Westwood of course is there. |29J There is to be a water fight and all the “fixings.” At two it clouds up, and gets cloudier and colder. Young ladies attired in cheese cloth and mosquito-netting shiver and ask for the young men’s coats. Some of the old ones go home and are laughed at for being a trifle touched by the sun. At three it starts to rain, at half past three Clear Creek is whipped into a wild fury by pelting hail and snow. The ground slowly be- comes white and the sky grayer than ever. At four the sun shines; the trees drip and glisten; little birds take heart and try to sing. From behind trees, within cars, behind cars and under cars appear a bedraggled, frowsy-looking lot of picnickers. The lunch is wet, the fire smoking and the situation is all that Sherman said war was. The men gather in knots and discuss the phenomenon. Everyone shivers and wishes the sun would shine with more warmth. Many opinions are expressed, until Clyde Rader sagely observes, “Well, I guess we’ll have summer now.” “Over the Hills and Far Away'’ LICE EDWARDS and Robert Edwards were quarrel- ing. Alice wanted to play house while Robert chose to play soldier. Finally they settled it by first playing house and then soldier. For over an hour they played happily. Then, tired out by the last few battles they came to their grandfather begging him to tell them a story. “Please grandpa,” they pleaded, “you know you haven’t told us one for a week.” “Well,” said grandfather, “what do you want me to tell you about?” “Anything,” replied the children. Grandfather drew his chair nearer the fire, lit his pipe and after smoking it a while, said, “How would you like to have me tell you about the old pioneer days?” The children brought stools and settled themselves comfortably upon them. “I was only fifteen when we crossed the plains, so I don’t remember much. “Before we left my father gave me a revolver. I never was so proud of anything as I was of that gun. I carried it with me everywhere. “At the first of the journey nothing much happened. There was a mixed crowd of people along. The real life of the party were two Irishmen. One of them, Patrick O’Flannigan, was always asking what was better than an Irishman, whereupon the other Irishman, Mike O’Donnell, would answer, ‘Begorra, Pat, it must be two Irishmen.’ Another one of the party was Pete Carson. He was of the dashing type, could gamble and E. C. ’20 was said to have murdered three men. We called him 'Mur- derous Pete’ behind his back. There were about a dozen Portuguese along. They behaved themselves well though, so they were all right. “At night it was always the custom to sit around the large camp tire and tell stories while the men smoked and rested. “(hie night a number of men among them were gambling; suddenly we heard a shot and then another. Some of the women screamed. We all ran to the place where the shot came from. Pat was lying on the ground and a small stream of blood was running from his head. Pete was silently slinking away. Two or three of the men ran after him and caught him. Soon his hands were tied behind him and he was taken to one of the wagons and guarded. “That night a trial was held to decide what was to be done to Pete. It was finally decided to banish him from the wagon trains; and he was never to come back. “The next morning they started out. Seven men went with him. He was taken about a mile from camp and told to stay away from the train. If he came near it he would be shot. “After that things began to go pretty smoothly and every one breathed easier. One of the girls who had been taken quite a bit with Pete looked very pale and tired. Folks said she had been in love with Pete. This girl’s father had died on the journey and there was no one to look out for her. “One night one of the men in an end wagon couldn’t sleep. Getting up he opened the flaps of the wagon. All was still out- side. Suddenly he heard a name whispered and noticed that someone brushed by the wagon. It was the girl. Jumping out of the wagon he followed her and soon saw her join Pete Carson. Instantly he drew his revolver and fired at Pete. The bullet missed the mark and hit in the tree near bv. In an instant the whole camp was awake and men were running out half dressed. “Pete was just lifting the girl to the saddle of his home when one of the men slowly lifted his revolver. The girl seeing this suddenly jumped out of the saddle, in front of Pete just as the man fired. “She crumpled up in a heap on the ground and Pete jumped on his horse and galloped away. Before any one could speak he was out of sight. “Then someone picked up the girl and carried her into one of the wagons. She was dead. “The next day we buried her. For a long while no one could sleep at night. Folks said they could see ghosts and evil spirits, and would hear strange sounds. Every time I heard a particularly spookish story I would shudder and hold my revolver all the closer. I3U “Finally we line! crossed the Rocky Mountains and we were sure we could soon cover the distance left. “After a while we came to the desert. The places where we coidd get water became fewer. Sometimes it was so hot we could hardly stand it. “One very hot day we saw a small speck ahead. It seemed to be moving, then it would vanish for a few minutes, and would soon reappear. “The next day we saw it was a man—an Indian. When we caught up with him we saw that he was nearly dead from thirst. lie had fallen and when the men got to him, they saw that his tongue was hanging out and his lips were parched. He was very thin and tired. “After a couple of days of food and rest he felt pretty good. We all thought it was funny how he happened to be there and we asked him. He just shrugged his shoulders and would not say anything. “He told us he would guide us across the desert. I didn’t trust him though. He gave me the creeps when I looked into his fishy, cold gray eyes. “He was as good as his word, though, and soon we saw the green woods ahead of us. Oh, how good it looked; after days of nothing but sand and heat to see the nice cool woods. “After we had been traveling a day in the woods, we felt pretty good. Toward noon of the next day, we suddenly heard a blood-curdling whoop, and an instant later a tribe of Indians suddenly swooped down on us. Their whoop froze my blood and I stood with a horrified gaze watching the Indians kill and then scalp my companions. Suddenly I heard my mother scream and that instantly woke me up. I grabbed my revolver and a minute later an Indian dropped in his tracks. That got my blood going and soon I was killing Indians by the wholesale. I got shot in the hip which did not hurt me at all. By the time the massacre was over there were only about twenty-five of us left. The Indians vanished as suddenly as they had come. With satisfaction I noted that the leader of the Indians and the one that had led us into ambush were dead. “There being only a few of us left, we hurried as fast as we could on to the settlement. “In San Francisco we saw Pete Carson. He did not notice us but many of his dashing ways were gone and he seemed a broken man. Sometime later I found gold, but I will tell you that story some other time,” concluded Grandpa. “Isn’t your mother calling us to supper?” H. C.—’23 Stripes, the Red Fox X Z TRIPES was a small red fox which through some whim of nature had a silver gray stripe on each side. Her Jk y wonderful intelligence had carried her through many hard winters. She had reared several litters of foxes and sent them off into the world to take care of themselves. In the litter she brought out to see the sunlight this certain spring, there was a little pup marked somewhat the same as herself. This one was her favorite and it received the best of care so that it grew larger and stronger than the rest. This spring she found it very hard to find food enough for her always hungry family. There were very few partridges or quail or grouse because most of them had died of starvation under the frozen crust of the snow. Each day she hunted farther and farther abroad; each day she ranged nearer the small farm that lay ten miles from her den. On this farm lived Nicholas Bulman who amused himself, and often his pocket book, by trying to raise wild animals for their furs. Most of the animals that he kept chained or penned in a half acre patch of small trees, he had caught liimself. lie had never hunted much near his own farm, so that Stripes had never known him to invade her hunting grounds. One evening Stripes had gone home with nothing for her hungry young ones. The following evening she tried the chicken house of Nick Bulman and carried off two young hens. The next evening she again raided the hen house and carried off two more chickens. The disappearance of the chickens was not noticed by then- owner until Stripes had visited the hen house four or five times. Among those missing were his best hens and roosters. Nick saw by the tracks that he found that the invader was a fox. lie set several traps and decided to watch his hen house that evening. It was several hours after the sun had gone down that Stripes left her den to go out for food. In going to the chicken yard Stripes took a very roundabout way and traveled over a very rocky field. Every evening that she visited the farm she tried to lose her trail so that no dog could follow her and find her den. A small creek ran past the rocky field. In one place where the rocks ended in the creek Stripes always crossed. Stripes disliked water very much and took great pains to keep her feet dry. It was almost midnight when Stripes reached the hen house. As usual she went in and brought out two chickens which were a heavy load for her. She had been very careful to avoid the traps that Nick had set. [33] Stripes was just leaving the hen house when one of the frightened chickens began to make a loud noise. The noise awoke Nick who had fallen asleep on the porch of the house. In the pale moonlight Nick could see the silver stripes on the fox. He muttered something and raised his gun and fired. At his second shot he saw the silver and black shape fall but rise again and move along much faster. Stripes was hit on the left shoulder but the wound was not serious although it bled considerably. The one chicken,that she now carried was heavy and she became weak rapidly. After several minutes of running she paused to rest a while. Some of her strength had returned after a little resting and she moved on. Stripes did not become confused but did her best to hide her trail. At last she arrived at her den a short time before the sun rose. The day after Nick had watched his chicken house he set out with his dogs to trail the fox. At the creek the dogs lost the trail. Nick crossed to the other side and found a spot of blood and a few feathers not far away. Stripes had left a bloody foot print at almost every step. Nick set the dogs on the bloody trail and soon came to the spot where Stripes had rested. The dogs followed the trail and soon came to smoother ground where they were able to follow the trail easily. In the middle of the day Stripes was awakened by the dis- tant sound of approaching dogs. Stripes’ keen nose told her that the dogs were closely followed by a man. She hurried aw ay from the den towards the dogs and crossed the old trail in hopes that the dogs would follow the newer one and go away from the den. Somehow the dogs did not take the new trail but followed the older, faint one and soon came to the den. Stripes did not realize for some time that her trick had failed. When she did she hurried back toward her den in time to see the dogs rush in and kill her babies. She saw the man kick off the dogs and pick up her favorite which had escaped the dogs. Nick put the little fox into a sack and carried it off. After the dogs and man had gone Stripes dug up her young ones that Nick had buried. With her tongue she licked all the dirt off her dead whelps. She tried to coax them to eat of such things as chicken heads ora rabbit’s foot. The little ones did not move but lay stiff and cold. At last Stripes gave up trying to make them eat, so she buried them again and started off on the trail of the man and dogs. Stripes soon overtook Nick and followed at a safe distance behind. When Nick arrived at his home he chained the little fox to a small kennel. All this was seen by Stripes as she lay hidden behind a bush at the edge of the clearing. The little captive slunk into the kennel and hid himself in the darkest corner. He refused to eat or drink what Nick brought him. All afternoon he lay in his corner and now and then snarled his baby snarl. Once, when Nick reached into the corner to cover the little captive, he snapped and got one of Nick’s fingers in his mouth. At midnight Stripes came to her captive pup. She tried to carry him off but found that the chain held him. She buried the entire length of the chain. She seized the pup in her mouth and rushed off triumphant only to have the pup rudely torn from her mouth. She attacked the chain and tried to gnaw it apart. At last she gave up trying to free her young one and went for something to eat. She soon returned with a young chicken in her mouth. When Nick came out the following morning he saw what had happened. When evening came pieces of poisoned meat and several traps were set in a half circle just out of reach of the young fox. All day Stripes had watched the house from behind a bush. When night came she again went to her whelp and went through the same tactics of trying to free him that she had used the night before. That day in the bush she had decided that her pup should not remain in captivity. The little fox was hungry when his mother arrived, for he had not eaten since the night before. Stripes, having given up trying to get the little fox loose, went to get something for him. When she returned she carried nothing, but she picked up one of the pieces of meat that Nick had scattered around. She carried it to her pup and watched him gulp it down. The little fox noticed a queer taste but thought that what his mother gave him was good. When Nick Bulman looked out early in the morning he saw his captive stretched out stiff and cold. Stripes was never seen again in that territory. J. J.—’21 135] Baxter's Nerve gS Baxter stepped from the car, suit case in hand, a slight rain was falling. The pavement was covered with slush, and the sky freighted with clouds; and yet the prevailing gloom was entirely external and failed to affect the tall, athletic figure; for not even a thunder shower could dampen his feelings at that moment. “Exams” were over, as was the long weary trip. He was home from college for at least a week—a week which promised to be full of enjoyment and good times. Baxter was very far from being dejected. Quickly he covered the short distance that separated him from the end of his journey. There were the faces at the win- dow, watching for him, as he could have foretold; another moment and he would be at the mercy of an affectionate family. What seems worse to a fellow than sloppy weather and a slushy family? Ye Gods! but it is a thing to be avoided. To be sure, this was an ordeal which he went through annually, and he affected to shrink from it; but he was an only son, and the family was probably as glad to see him as he was to be home; so with great magnanimity he condescended to submit as usual. The door opened—a chorus of greetings met him; with busi- nesslike thoroughness he saluted his relatives, one after the other, just catching himself as he started to kiss the maid, who stood at the end of the line with the cat in her arms. His mother cherished the firm belief that he was attached to the animal (he had always preferred a dog) and had specially directed that it should be on hand to meet his loving glance on his arrival. With hypocritical fondness he stroked the cat’s head, at the same time giving its other extremity a very sincere pull; he was still rather confused at the fatal mistake he had so nearly made. Insulted by such double dealing, Sylvia Pankhurst buried her claws in the unoffending maid, leaped to the floor, and ran away to consider further action at a later time. “Well, Richard,” said his mother as they walked to the library, “how did examinations go?” “Oh, I walked all over them, mother, the last came yester- day, and then I ducked for home on the first train I could get. Now what’s the news? Any mail for me?” By mail Dick usually meant invitations to dances. “Yes, look on the mantel-piece and you will find quite a number of tiny envelopes addressed to you. Did I tell you in my last letter that one of your Eastern cousins is in this part of the country for the holidays? She hasn’t been east for years, so I wrote and told her to give us a few days, but I haven’t received an answer as yet. By the way,” she ran on loquaciously, “I suppose you knew the Holmeses have moved into the new house across the street, and that your Uncle Louis broke his wrist. Isn’t that dreadful?” “Yes, simply awful,” said Dick, without knowing what she had said, so intently had he been examining the contents of the envelopes; but a moment later, when dinner was an- nounced, his ears and brains were working in perfect co- ordination, and soon his hands and mouth were, too. The vacation passed quickly ; too much so for Dick, to whom the bewildering round of gaiety was a source of unfailing delight. Thanksgiving eve came; and when Baxter consulted his note-book, he found he had signed up for a dinner and a dance for that night—the former a stag affair at the home of an old chum. It was a decided success. The best of fellowship reigned, and all were anticipating the event with which the evening was to conclude. After a good smoke the party broke up, soon to meet at the Club House with the “fair” re-enforce- ments. Dick was among the first to arrive there with his young lad}'. Leaving her with friends, he annexed two pro- grams, and entered the training school for diplomats—a crowd of fellows engaging dances. Long experience had made him past master of the art, at least in his opinion, and soon it was over. However, he temporarily regretted his skill when shortly afterward some late comers arrived, including several with whom he would have been glad to engage a dance. Bob Holmes was one of these. As soon as he caught sight of Baxter, he smilingly approached and asked, “Any more dances left, Dick? I have a peach of a girl! Oh boy! but she’s there. She is from out of town and I want her to meet you.” “Sorry, Bob, but every confounded dance is gone. You should have come sooner.” The smile on Holmes’ face began to give way to a slightly perplexed look. He paused, then tried again, “Well, won’t you cut out one of your own dances as a favor to me?” “Gee! Bob, I couldn’t,” politely but firmly said Baxter, “it wouldn’t be complimentary to my partner, and I made it a rule not to cut dances any more this year.” Just then the orchestra began to play and although Bob seemed on the verge of further expressing himself, Dick ex- cused himself and went to seek his partner. They launched into a waltz and then the reels began. During the evening he had an opportunity to size up Holmes’ guest. She was very attractive and evidently made a big hit with all the fellows with whom she danced. Bob, by the way, seldom paid much attention to his partners. D71 Dick now began to wish that he had granted the favor after all, and thus secured a dance with Miss K, but it was too late now. Twelve o’clock came and the remainder of the program passed rapidly. It was next to the last number. Baxter made the rounds several times, seeking in vain the girl whose name appeared on his card. Finally he was told that she and her escort had left shortly before. He hated to sit out a dance, especially with such good music as accompanied this; so he resolved to look around for another partner. He could find none, and was just about to invite a chaperon, when suddenly he discovered something pink and white in a distant corner. He hastened to the spot and, brushing aside a palm, found— Holmes’ friend. It was an embarrassing moment. He couldn’t retreat with- out saying something by way of apology, so he stammered, “I beg your pardon, but—but if you will tell me the name of your partner, I will be glad to send him to you.” ‘‘Thank you, it’s Mr. Worden.” “Worden, why there he is dancing with Miss Pruett. He must have made a mistake.” She smiled, but made no answer. Politeness could do no more, and it was clearly his place to withdraw. He hesitated; he took a chance. “Won’t you dance this with me?” he asked. “But, I don’t know you, we have never met!” “Oh, that’s all right, I’m in the same boat,” said Dick facetiously, “I never saw you before either.” This provoked a laugh but a haughty look began to appear as well. He must lead trumps or all would be lost. In this case he couldn’t even boast a pair of deuces but he said, “Please don’t take offense, but you haven’t any partner for this dance and mine has gone home. It is a shame for us both to miss a good dance for a trifling formality. People have seen us talk- ing together and will think we are acquainted, so if I walk away without you, it will look strange. Bob Holmes is one of my best chums, so it’s sure to be all right. I dare you to take this dance with me.” She arose, laughing a little, rebuked him sternly for his presumption and placed her hand in his. He whirled her away. (“Oh!” said Dick to himself, “they simply can’t resist me.”) Oh, the egotism of youth! A lively conversation ensued. He talked of college and re- lated a number of stirring incidents in which he was promi- nent. She looked impressed. “By the way,” said he, with a laugh, in which she joined, “now that I think of it, what’s your name?” “Margarete,” said the unknown, “and yours?” “Baxter, Richard Baxter, but you didn’t give your last name.” “That was an oversight,” said the unknown; “tell me, what’s your opinion of the tango?” He saw that she was teasing him, so he answered lightly in the same spirit, gradually returning to his queries, all of which she cleverly evaded. As soon as the last encore had been completed, she said, “Now, Mr. Baxter, please leave me at once. I ask it as a favor.” “Very well, if you insist, but I thank you ever so much for the dance—under the circumstances,” he added, with a mis- chievous smile. The opening bars of “Home, Sweet Home” were sounding, as she replied with a dazzling smile, and an even more mis- chievous look, “Well, I am afraid the jury has already been prejudiced in your favor.” At length the music ceased, and with the relentless speed which always prevails on such occasions, the formalities were soon dispatched. Baxter collected his coat, hat, partner, and carriage, and finally came the automatic, “I have had a per- fectly lovely time, Dick, and it was awfully nice of you to ask me,” whereupon he followed suit with the usual, “I’m very glad you did. Can you get in all right?’ “Yes, I have the door unlocked now. Good night, Dick.” “Good night.” He re-entered the carriage, distributed a part of his body over the cushion opposite and lighted a cigarette. He became retrospective. “Well, that campaign’s over (puff). Pretty good dance on the whole (puff, puff). Wasn’t that girl a dream? I wonder who she is?” He tossed away the cigarette and sat up. He thought, he pondered, but to no avail; and before he realized it, he reached home, but not the solution of the puzzle. He was so absorbed in his reflections that it was some time before he could recover his latch-key from the depths of his pocket. However, he got a strangle hold of it and was about to insert it in the door, when a coupe drove up, from which two people alighted. A whispered conversation ensued be- tween them, punctuated by a ripple or two of hastily sup- pressed laughter. Then the greatly wondering Baxter heard “good nights” exchanged, one of which was in decidedly feminine tones. Next, the coupe was dismissed, and a. figure which looked very much like a chum and neighbor of his, strode silently down the walk. “Oh! The plot thickens! thought Dick to himself. 1391 The mysterious lady now mounted the veranda, and as the light from the parlor windows fell upon her face, he recognized to his amazement, the fair unknown with whom he had danced! She advanced confidently towards him and greeted him with a friendly “Hello, there! Can’t you find your key?” Bewilderment yielded to awe, “No, I can’t,” he lied desper- ately. “Perhaps I had better ring the bell, then,” she rejoined very calmly. “Oh, Lord, no! I’ve got it here somewhere—don’t ring.” Finally curiosity overcame awe and he ventured, “say, who the dickens are you anyway?” “Why, I’m your friend, 1 hope,” rather icily. “Found that key yet?’ “Yes,” he answered meekly, “here it is.” “Well, then let me in at once. I live here, you know.” This was too much for Baxter. He was dazed. Was it a dream? He obeyed. If she had bidden him set the house afire, he wouldn’t have dared refuse. Another second and they were inside. The Baxters were bridge fiends and during holiday time their sessions lasted until rather late. He could hear them above, his mother and father. He had closed the door with a bang. He had to vent his emotions in some way. Immediately his mother called from above, “Is that you, Margarete? Did you have a nice time?” “Yes, indeed, Cousin Grace, everything went—” But, Dick did not want to hear any more, so rapidly was his brain working. Like a flash it came over him, the Eastern cousin mother spoke of (well, I’ll be jugged!) “Oh! I hope not,” said the Eastern cousin for he had spoken aloud, and she was smiling at him. He blushed violently, she was adorable, but as he realized how he had been all the evening, his pride was hurt. There must be some come-back, he must reassert himself. He glanced upward. From the chandelier overhead there hung a branch of autumn greens and blending with the many colored berries were some tiny early mistletoe berries for which he was wickedly responsible. Directly underneath stood the unsuspecting Margarete. He hesitated. Steps came from above. He must act fit once and as the clock at the foot of the hall struck two, Richard Baxter committed theft. “Hoppy”—’20 CHAIRMAN, Honorable Judges, Worthy Oppo- III nents and Friends:” How familiar this phrase, or 1 variations of it, have become to the students of the Westwood High School; for debating has taken a firmer hold on the school this year than ever before. Representatives were chosen to represent each class and a series of inter-class debates were planned; the first of which took place Monday, November 3rd, and the rest followed on the average of about two a week. The question for the first debate, which was between the Seniors and Juniors, was: “Resolved, That every child should attend school until the age of eighteen years.” Elliott Cassidy and Walter Luff represented the Senior class, while t he honor of the Juniors was upheld very ably by Mildred Dixon and Norma Merrill. The Juniors chose the affirmative while the Seniors argued the negative. Although they argued against their convictions, the boys convinced the judges that school was no place for a child over sixteen. The judges were Mrs. Clark, Vein Ricketts, and Jens Jacobsen. The second debate of the series was won by the Freshmen from the Sophomores, by the judges’ decision of two to one. The question was: “Resolved, That Italy should have Fiume.” The Sophs, represented by F. L. Walker, Jr., and Arthur Jensen, took the affirmative, while Ruel Pray and Kenneth Walker upheld the honor of the Freshmen on the negative. The debate was a hot fight from start to finish and had the school in an uproar during the last part. The judges were all Seniors, consisting of Bess Coil, Yern Ricketts and Enoch Israelson. The winning teams, Seniors and Freshmen, were to stage a debate the following Friday but it was postponed on account of the illness of Kenneth Walker and Walter Luff, Jr. The [41] question then debated was: “Resolved, That slang is detri- mental to our language.” The Freshmen chose the affirmative but the Seniors soon had the judges convinced that the Ameri- can Boy would be lost in this world and in that to come if he didn’t have some definite and impressive way of expressing his ideas. Thus it was that the Student Body decided that the Senior boys were the ones to represent the school in the inter-school debates. Walter Luff, Jr., and Elliott C'assidy were elected on the High School Debating Team. Later in the season after the development of more talent we decided to elect another member to the team, and Elizabeth McIntosh easily obtained the place as third member. Practice debates have been held quite regularly, two of which were held in two weeks. Luff and Israelson defeated their Junior opponents in a warm debate. The second debate was between the members of the Junior class, Jens Jacobsen and Norma Merrill being easy winners. The Seniors defeated the Freshmen in an extemporaneous debate, staged during recess period one day several months ago. Such debates are very common and frequent, being instructive not only to the speakers but to the listeners as well. The question under discussion was: “Resolved, That a school union should be formed by the students of Westwood High School.” It was no easy task to argue without prepara- tion but many good points were made by both sides. The Seniors took the negative and proved to a reluctant audience that to start a school union would be a terrible catastrophe. There were six judges who returned a decision of five to one in favor of the negative. The speakers were Walter Luff. Jr., and Elliott Cassidy, negative; and Fletcher Walker, Jr., and Kenneth Walker, affirmative. Luff and F. Walker made the rebuttals in which Walker had a shade the best of the argu- ment. Several inter-school debates were planned but none were held. Lassen County High, after being challenged submitted the following question: “Resolved, That the Covenant of the League of Nations be ratified without reservations.” W. H. S. chose the negative side. Owing to the influenza epidemic, both here and in Susanville, the debate was indefi- nitely postponed. The English class has been holding a series of debates on the Japanese question in the U. S. The first three were on the subject, “Resolved, That all Japanese immigrants should be barred from the U. S. A.” Emily Newton upheld the affirma- tive and Elliott Cassidy the negative, the negative winning with a score of three to two. The following day Enoch Israelson took the affirmative and Elizabeth McIntosh the negative of the same question. The affirmative was again defeated by a vote of four to one. Jens Jacobsen was later defeated by Walter Luff, Jr., who took the negative of the same question. Other debates were held as follows: “Resolved, That only American born and American educated Japanese shall be allowed to own or lease land in the U. S.” Debaters: Affirmative Negative Francis Bell defeated bv Vern Ricketts Mildred Dixon defeated by Norma Merrill Jennie Johnson defeated by Bernice Erickson A debate on daylight saving in the U. S. A. was debated by Emily Newton and Enoch Israelson, affirmative; and Eliza- beth McIntosh and Elliott ('assidy, negative. The judges returned a tie vote. Other debates have been held on such subjects as the bonus for returned soldiers, League of Nations, etc. Much talent has been found in the younger members of our school. This is being steered and developed by our competent English teacher, Mrs. L. A. Drury. We are of the opinion that next year this talent will shine forth in the form of a very good debating team. Also we wish to take this opportunity to thank the members of the faculty for all that they have done to help us this year in the line of debating. M3] High School Entertainment The High School Entertainment was held at the High School, December 22, 1919. The program was as follows: 1. Selection...................Firemen’s Jazz Orchestra 2. Reading, “The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill”. .Walter Luff 3. Firemen’s Jazz Orchestra 4. Selection—High School Chorus: “Anchored,” “Friends,” “Sweet is the Night, My Lady.” 5. “A Modern Household” A Tragic Farce Cast Carl Gillspie, a near business man....Enoch Israelson Mrs. Gillspie, usually called “Twink”.Mildred Dixon Dr. Graham.....................................Ingerman Jacobsen Foogie, A Japanese maid.........................Bernice Houghton The Infant........................Not seen, but heard Piano Solo..............................William Hayes Reading...........................Mr. George Peltier Duet, Christmas Song.................. Mrs. Fletcher Walker and Mrs. Harry Foss 6. 7. 8. 9. “Dust of the Road” One Act Play Based on the legend of the repentance of Judas Iscariot for the betrayal of his Lord. Time and Place—Sitting room of a farm house in the early 70’s. Characters Peter Steele, a close-fisted respectable farmer. Walter Luff Prudence Steele, his wife..............................Norma Merrill An Old Man, Prudence’s Uncle............Ingerman Jacobsen A Tramp..............................................Elliott Cassidy Both plays met with a great deal of success and “The Dust of the Road” was repeated for the Masons at one of their meetings. Mildred Dixon and Enoch Israelson playing the leads in the “Modern Household,” met with a great deal of applause Cassidy and Luff, who had the leads in the other play, carried their parts off like professionals. The plays were not given with the idea of realizing a sum of money, but to develop all available dramatic talent possible. However, over forty dollars was cleared, which went toward the school Statuary Fund. Early in the spring one play is to be given by the Freshmen which portrays a possible solution of the Women’s Suffrage problem in England. “How the Vote Was Won” One Act Play The Cast is as follows: Horace Cole, a clerk about 30...............Kenneth Walker Ethel, his wife, 22...........................Agnes Israelson Winifred, her sister....................Hattie Countryman Agatha Cole, Horace’s sister..................Joyce Ricketts Molly, his niece.................................Vera Jones Madam Christine, his distant relation............Mary Coyle Maudie Spark, his first cousin...............Lucile Slocum Miss Lizzie Wilkins, his aunt...................Ada Conklin Lily, his maid-of-all-work.....................Ruth Wilson Gerald Williams, his neighbor...................Reuel Pray Another play is to be given just before Commencement which is to take in all the dramatic talent available. Title name and so forth has not been chosen yet, but it is to be of the four act variety. Many of our members have been asked to take part in the “Mikado,” which is to be given by the grown-ups Dramatic Club. 1451 CHE Freshmen Reception was held in (he High School Assembly Hall, Friday, October 3rd, 1919. Enoch Israelson was chairman of the Decoration Committee, and decorated the hall with the High School colors, red and black. Elliott Cassidy had charge of the' ‘Freshies” and handled them very well as they will all admit. After the reception all present were served with ice cream and Nabisco wafers, the Frosh being served with ice cream cones. Those on the Refreshment Committee were Norma Merrill, Chairman; Emily Newton and Bernice Erickson, assistants. All went home after seeing the “Freshies” do many cunning stunts on the stage. Two girls’ teams were organized to play volley ball. The losers were to give a feed to the winners, so a very nice dinner was served by Elizabeth McIntosh and team, to Norma Merrill and team. The dinner consisted of chocolate, sandwiches, olives, pickles and many kinds of cake. One cake passed through an interesting and hair raising experience. It was tossed out of a window by a Senior into the hands of a waiting Senior below, then hidden in the High School Fire Hall with a view to future Senior refreshment. Two daring Freshmen rescued it from its perilous hiding place and it was placed, undented and apparently as good as ever, in the hands of its legitimate owners. After the lunch the girls danced in the Gymnasium and, since no boys were present to disturb, had a very enjoyable time. A party was given by Joyce Ricketts at her home, on Feb- ruary 24, 1920. Those present were Emily Newton, Everett Coyle, Mary Coyle, Vern Ricketts and Norma Merrill. The evening was spent in playing games. There was also a contest in eating cream cake, the participants being Vern Ricketts and Everett Coyle. The winner was Vern. New names have been painted in large black letters over the portals of our school buildings. The High School has been christened merely “High School” until a better name is sug- gested. “Lincoln School” denotes the Grammar School and the manual training building flourishes under the imposing name of “Manual Arts.” A dance was given by the Freshmen on March 19, 1920, in the Gymnasium of the School, in honor of the Upper Class- men. The hall was decorated with the Class Colors. The dance was a great success as all of the Classmen were present, and ready to have a good time. The dance broke up at twelve-thirty and then a very good supper, consisting of chocolate, sandwiches, olives and cake, was served. At one o’clock we all departed for home, thinking that the Freshmen were very good little entertainers after all. On March 30, 1920, a dance was given by the Junior Fire- men’s Club, for the members of the High School. The dance was held in the Assembly room. All the desks were removed and wax was sprinkled on the floor until it took an expert at dancing to stand up. However all being experts there was no serious accident caused by the over amount of wax. Refresh- ments were served and we will have to say that the boys know what is good. After supper we again came to the dance hall and danced until one o’clock, when we all went home saying it was the best time we had had in a long while. A pleasant farewell party was rendered to Mina Country- man at her home on Saturday Evening, September 22, 1919, by several members of the (Christian Endeavor. Those present were Misses Agnes Israelson, Capitola Quigley, Margaret Jacobsen, Anna Willitts, Agnes Jensen, Dorothy Emerson, Ada Conklin, Agnes Johnson, Joyce Ricketts, Mary Coyle, Hattie Countryman and Mina Countryman, Messrs. Elliott Cassidy, Ingerman Jacobsen, Jens Jacobsen, Alex McIntosh, Reuben McIntosh and Arthur Anderson. Games were played and refreshments were served. The party broke up at twelve- thirty and everyone went home with a feeling of regret that we should lose such a good friend. To Our Fjigh School Glee Club CE call attention to the fact that the High School Glee Club sang at the Firemen’s entertainment the other evening and escaped with their lives. This was prob- ably due to an oversight on the part of the audience, or some other cause. However, they will probably sing again in the near future and if they again escape they will know for a certainty that the people of Westwood like a joke. Hallowe'en HALLOWE’EN has come and gone; but, alas, the Fresh- men think they will go on forever. Not satisfied with the usual tour of destruction and deviltry, various and sundry upper classmen mounted on roaring chariots (raison for roaring was that cut-outs were open) pursued the Fresh- man to his lair. Four were captured and two escaped. The four captured were taken for a joy ride in the Packard, but in some way they became lost from the party at Clear Creek and had to walk in. As this touching event occurred about two o’clock in the morning, the Freshmen swear that ghosts and goblins do walk on Hallowe’en. Hard is the path of the “Frosh.” Art Classes of Westwood High School gT the beginning of school September, 1917, there were three girls who wished to take free hand drawing. Mr. Hawkins, the mechanical drawing teacher, took charge of our class. We managed to get along very well and make a half credit. The next year a new and very capable art teacher, trained for her work, Mrs. Leila I). Drury, was added to the faculty. That year we had a large drawing class. The first three months were spent in taking a perspective course. The rest of the year we made all free hand and original plates. In the spring our class studied and copied Nature’s many color combina- tions. This year Mrs. Drury is still with us and from what I have seen she has a very good class. A shipment of bases and casts has just arrived which puts our art equipment on a par with that of other schools accredited to the University. The beau- tiful trees, streams, and mountains around Westwood afford wonderful opportunities to any one interested in art. For a Small High School we have our share of enthusiastic art students. School Inspector Expected CHE State Inspector of Schools is looked for most any day. This is what the students of Westwood High School are looking for and hoping to see. We are not an accredited school as yet; but Commissioner Olney, who was with us during institute week, remarks very favorably on our chances. Professor Voegelein has written a long letter to the school authorities setting forth what has been done to bring the West- wood High School up to an accredited standard. The school board is behind him when he states at length what further steps they will go to to make Westwood High School an accredited school. Over $275.00 has been spent on laboratory fixtures, and twice this amount will he spent if need arises. The library luis been enlarged and other work done which merits recogni- tion. We, as students of the school, are behind Professor Voegelein in his efforts to make us an accredited school. On Saturday morning at three-thirty o’clock the dwellers on Delwood Street were awakened by a youthful chorus singing “Hail! Hail! The Gang’s All Here.” The music was punc- tured by the snorts of a Fordson tractor as it pulled two toboggan loads of hilarious boys and girls homeward. Per- haps the first to use a Fordson as the motive power for a sleigh ride, this bunch of High School boys and girls seemed very pleased with the experiment and the world in general. Starting at eight-thirty they had traveled to Goodrich Lake and the “Red Shack.” Here eats were served and two fires built. The fire inside of the shack, smoked; so that a bonfire was built outside, but when time came to make the coffee the trouble began. A tea cup was the largest receptacle that the crowd had to make coffee in. After glumly blaming each other for the error, “supper was eaten dry,” as one boy ex- pressed it. After an hour’s hilarious fun the party prepared to start on the return trip to Westwood, only to find that the Fordson had been driven off the end of a culvert. In about an hour’s time through the help of strong boys, and stronger words, Henry Fordson was again ready to run. On the return trip some slept and one poor lad was forced to drive most of the way in. Don’t ask him what he thinks of people who go to sleep at one o’clock or you are in danger of your life. Also don’t mention smoke or salt tears to any of the bunch. Those who partook of the thrilling adventure were: Norma Merrill, Emily Newton, Joyce Ricketts, Margaret Jacobsen, Lueilc Slocum, Walter Luff, Vein Ricketts, Elliott Cassidy, and Fletcher Walker, Jr. [491 Teachers’ Institute CEACHERS’ Institute was held during the first of Oc- tober in our school building and the town was filled with beautiful school “marms” and wise looking pro- fessors. All business was transacted in fine shape and in record time. A dance was given one evening in the way of entertainment and a trip was made to Camp 21. This trip was made possible through the courtesy of the Red River Lumber Company and Manager Pray. The grade children staged an entertainment one afternoon of the week and various representatives spoke. Dr. C. E. Rugh of the department of the University of Cali- fornia, and A. C. Olney, commissioner of secondary education of California, and a member of the Chico State Normal, lec- tured during the Institute meetings. From every point of view the Institute seems to have been a success and the visiting teachers pleased. Also many of our male citizens have been heard to remark like this, “When do the school ‘marms’ come again?” and “It’s a pity that Insti- tute don’t come twice a year.” To Our High School Fire Department High School quick-action fire department was f called out recently for a fire at the dry kilns. Only one casualty resulted in the slide down the stairs. “Cue- ball” Noland got in the way and was walked on. Great diffi- culty was experienced in holding our noted fire eaters in check. At one time it was feared they would extinguish the blaze by themselves. Chief Israelson became tangled in the tow rope, however, and prevented this from occurring. The High School chemical went to the fire by the way of Ash street and got stuck in the mud. In the race to make up the lost time one wheel hit a stump and the acid bottle was overturned, “break- ing” the chemical. Three telephone poles were extinguished when the chemical was returned to the hall, causing consider- able indignation on the part of Bill S. Smith, fire house custo- dian. The hose cart stopped for a rest on the corner bv the opera house, due to a heated argument as to which route was the nearest to the yards. Luff desired to go by the pool hall, exhibiting his running ability to the thronged multitude. Ricketts objected to this because he had just got a “shine” and the road in front of the pool hall was muddy. The diffi- culty was finally patched up and the hose cart proceeded to the fire without further happenings of interest. The boys also answered two other calls recently, one at 314 Cedar, in a wood- shed; and a false alarm on snow night. A traveling man was standing in front of the store and saw the big trucks go roaring past to the dry kiln fire. He re- marked “Gee! must be a big fire.” When the High School carts and hose reels passed some five minutes later he was heard to remark in awed tones, “Huh! Another fire. Must be a littel one this time. This is as bad as ’Frisco.” The Junior Firemen’s Club HE Junior Firemen’s Club is at the present time the most active boys’ club in Westwood. From all indi- cations it promises to be still more active and increase steadily in membership. On March 20th, 1920, the High School Firemen met to dis- cuss the possibility of forming a club and before the meeting was over a committee was appointed to draw up a constitution and provide for organization. Accordingly, on April 2nd, the boys again met and approved of the constitution drawn up by the committee. The following officers were elected to hold office for the term of six months: F. L. Walker, Jr......................President Marvin Jones.....................Vice-President Elliott Cassidy.......................Secretary Reuel Pray............................Treasurer Since that time the club has given two dances, both of which met with great success. The dances are invitational affairs, and one is planned for every two weeks, alternating with the Mountain Dancing Club. The club is organized for promoting athletics, dancing and the general welfare of its members, so it is not surprising that a baseball team is being organized and expected to be in the field for all of the games possible. About ninety dollars is in the club treasury at the present time which is to go for baseball goods and other necessary equipment. All kinds of material is to be had for a successful basket-ball team and, perhaps, a football team. The Senior Firemen’s Club is behind, and with, the younger bunch, so backing will not be lacking for any project. At the present time we can boast of about thirty members and we are steadily growing. Our motto is, “Let’s Go,” and we are intending to live up to it. Cub”—’22 (51 ] Boys Athletics Basket-Ball Vw ESTWOOD High School turned out a fairly good team W I j in basket-ball this year, and while she did not play the | usual number of games a very presentable record was made. At the beginning of the season very little material for a good team was available, so several boys who were not mem- bers of the W. H. S. became members of the team. After the end of the second semester a number of new students entered and the team came to be a straight W. H. S. team. Of the four veterans of last year’s team only two came out for practice, Cassidy and Israelson. Ricketts and Luff were compelled for various reasons to give up the game. Reenforcements in the shape of Marvin Jones, Everett Coyle, and Tommy Coyle made their appearance and with the addition of Charles Rutledge and Arthur Jensen, our coach William Tunnison whipped together a fast team. Erwin Morrison showed promise of becoming a good guard so he now forms the last member of the squad. As guards “Tommy” Coyle, “Art” Jensen, “Ilonk'' Rut- ledge and “Monk” Morrison form a fast “bunch” for defense. All understand the game and a better outfit of guards would be hard to find. Everett Coyle, “Marv” Jones and “Nuxie” Israelson as forwards are there with the goods and shoot them from all corners of the court. “Ev” is especially good at the long shots while “Jonsey” and “Nuxie” shoot best when near the basket. It has been nip and tuck between “Ev” Coyle and “Hoppy” Cassidy for center with first one and then the other in the circle. For a time “Hoppy” has been center and will probably continue to hold this job until the close of the season. In shooting fouls our long, lank “Hoppy” leads with “Ev” a close second. “Bill” Tunnison as'coach should be given a great deal of credit for the way he has rounded the “gang into shape. The games so far this season have been: [53] W. H. S. vs. L. ('. H. S. at Susanville—The Westwood boys put up a hard fight but lost by the score of 31-29. Lack of practice and a rather poor grade of team work was responsible for the defeat. W. H. S. vs. L. C. H. S. at Westwood—Susanville came, she saw, but she did not conquer. After forty minutes of fast play the final whistle blew with the score of 44-11 against her. W. H. S. vs. All Stars—A good clean game from start to finish and filled with thrills every minute of play. Few chances to shoot baskets were given the forwards on either side. The score was 20-16, favor of W. H. S. W. H. S. vs. Grammar School—A good game, but the Gram- mar School boys were too light and although they put up a game fight they were hopelessly outclassed. The final score was 40-8. W. H. S. vs. Hustlers Perhaps the roughest game of the season and filled with quite a number of fouls. Had the au- dience on their feet from start to finish and at some stages nearly precipitated a riot. The Hustlers were on the short end of a 31-22 score. W. H. S. vs. Grammar School—Not satisfied with being cleaned once the Grammar boys had to have a second dose of defeat medicine. This game clearly showed that they were out of their class and the H. S. boys played rings around them at all stages of the game. Final score 52-10. W. H. S. vs. W. II. S. Girls’ Team—This game caused a great deal of amusement for the spectators. The boys played according to the girls’ rules and were constantly getting in trouble. The court was no place for a bashful boy but all of the fellows seemed to survive all right. The girls were de- feated by a 30-8 score. W. H. S. vs. Freshmen—By losing two of the regular team to the “Frosh” a pretty good game was staged. Morrison and Rutledge being Freshmen played on the “Frosh” team and steadied by their playing the rest of the team played a fast game. At no time were the Ii. S. boys in danger and the final score was 24-11 in favor of the high school. W. H. S. vs. All Stars—A real “jazzy” game from start to finish and well played in every way. The All Stars led in the first half but the H. S. came back in the last frame and nosed them out by a 27-25 score. Baseball ASEBALL seems to be our big game this year and a good fast team will represent W. H. S. on the diamond. The team is backed not only by the High School but by the Junior Firemen’s Club as well. This will insure extra good equipment and the carrying on of a baseball schedule after school is out. Manager Cassidy and Asst. Manager Coyle are up and doing, having six games scheduled to date. Two and possibly three games will be played with L. C. H. S. One game is scheduled with the Machine Shop, one with the All Stars, and two with the Box Factory. An attempt to get several games with Quincy and possibly with Alturas is being made. If the town team is organized as expected the W. H. S. will play them in a series of practice games which will help not only the Westwood Club but the fellows of W. H. S. as well. We are without a coach so far this year but Captain Jones is having little trouble getting his men in shape. An exceptionally strong infield made its appearance this year though perhaps not any better than last year’s. Everett Coyle is catching a fine game this year and his whip to second is sure. Few are going to steal on “Ev” this season. His batting average is high, too, and he hits ’em anywhere. Thomas Coyle started off bad in the first game of the season; but in the last game played he struck out fifteen men, which speaks for itself. “Tommy” is banging them to all corners of the lot and has only one error to his credit in fielding his position. Elliott Cassidy on first is fielding a good game this year but his hitting is of a very low order. Last year he got four home runs but this season he can’t hit them out of the infield. “Hoppy” may take a brace before the season is over. Jens Jacobsen on second has hit his stride this season and is not only fielding a strong game but is hitting the ball. “Chan” is not a heavy hitter but he is a safe one and can use his head. Marvin Jones at short, is fast and his peg to first is good. He understands the game and covers his position like a veteran. His hitting is fair and as second string pitcher “Jonsy” is there. John Weldon covers third in a very satisfactory manner and hits ’em hard and often. “Jack” is also second pitcher and has some good stuff. Ingerman Jacobsen, as infield substitute, is playing a high grade of baseball and making all of the regulars step to keep out of his way. “Ingie’s” forte is “hitting ’em where they ain’t.” In the outfield raw material is fast being whipped into shape for a first class “garden.” [55 | c OUR TEA M . A HOME RUN. ? k Charley Rutledge in left field is death on flies and ;i good con- sistent hitter. “Honk” holds down the catcher’s job anytime that “Ev” is out of the game. Erwin Morrison in the center garden is a fast, tricky player, and onto his job every minute of the game. Twice so far this year he has come in out of center field to catch a man napping at second. “Monk’s” hitting may be improved but he is young yet and so give him time. Right field at the present time is in doubt. Both Vern Kaufman and Clifford Hemler are fighting for it with first one showing up very good and then the other. Vern has the best of the hitting argument while Cliff seems to be a shade the best at covering territory. May the best player win. Ulmont Bell as outfield utility is playing a good game in every way. “Lefty” is good with the stick and lias a strong peg. Following is an account of the games to date. Last year’s Susanville game is also given as the Annual had gone to press last season when it was played. W H S vs Machine Shop First Game In the first game of the season on March 14, the W. H. S. went down to defeat before the Machine' Shop with the score of 10-7. All tilings considered it was an exciting game. Neither Machine Shop or W. II. S. had had much practice and errors were numerous on both sides. Coyle held the Machine Shop scoreless until the fifth when he weakened and was pounded for ten runs. Poor support accounted for three of the runs. Star plays on both sides were numerous. Cassidy’s running catch on first was of such a nature that it surprised him as much as it did the crowd. “Honk” Rutledge made a good slide home. Everett Coyle’s pegs to second were deadly and he was very hard to steal on. Clyde Williford and “Oily” Schrouk had many tricks that caught the High School nap- ping. There was little heavy hitting on either side. Batteries—W. II. S...........“Honk” Rutledge, C. “Tommy” Coyle, P. Mach. Shop.........“Ev.” Coyle, C. “Jean” Williford, P. High School Team Takes Second Game On Sunday, April 4, Westwood High School defeated the fast Machine Shop Team on the High School diamond. The High School was on the long end of a 9-4 score. [57] Tommy Coyle, pitching for the High School, was in fine form and struck out fifteen men. Until the eighth inning the score was 9-0 but in the last of the eighth a run came across. In the ninth through poor support three more runs crossed the pan when the Machine Shop inaugurated a batting rally. Coyle and Williford starred for the Machine Shop while Morrison and J. Jacobsen put up a stellar performance for the High School. Batteries—High School... .Coyle and Rutledge. Machine Shop. .Schrouk and Coyle. In the third game of the season W. H. S. defeated the Gram- mar School by the score of 6 to 0. The game was a six inning affair and was good from start to finish. “Bill” Morris pitching for Lincoln was easily hit, but the hits were well scattered and good support kept the High School runs down. “Jonsey” pitching for W. II. S. allowed Lincoln School to hit at will but only twice during the game did a Grammar boy reach third. Joe Sharon and “Shorty” Hemler starred for the Grammar School. Batteries—W. H. S........Rutledge and Jones. L. G. S........De Costa and Morris. On June 2G, 1919, Susanville played her return game with Westwood and was badly beaten. Westwood knocked two pitchers out of the box before the hitting tide was stemmed. Susanville was scoreless until the seventh when W. H. S. sup- port eased up a bit and two runs came across the pan. Three more were secured before the end of the ninth, but at no time was W. H. S. in danger. Final score—W. H. S. 16; L. C. H. S. 5. Batteries—W. H. S........Hurley and Miller. L. C. H. S.....Hill and Marys, Carmon. High School Wins Again In the fourth game of the season W. H. S. defeated the fast All Star team by the score of 12-6. The All Star line-up con- tained four players who had played league ball but they had evidently been too long out of the game. The game was filled with thrills from start to finish and many amusing stunts were pulled by the players. The High School held the All Stars down to three runs until the opening of the seventh when a rally was staged. Everett Coyle catching for the W. II. S. suffered the misfortune of having his fingers so badly split by a foul that he was compelled to go to the hospital. Batteries—W. H. S........Covle and Coyle. All Stars......Snook, Russell, Staten, and Wilson. [59] Girls Athletics Basket-Ball eIRLS’ basket-ball has not prospered this year as it has in the past. Mrs. Drury has been our able instructor and we were always found practicing for other games with other towns. We hoped to play many outside teams, but in this we were disappointed. Our game with Lassen High was our first and last this year. This was probably due to the fact that we had a much harder winter this year than last, and also a mild epidemic of “flu” visited us. We organized our team early last fall, but little was done until after Christmas vacation. Norma Merrill was chosen captain. A very efficient team was turned out which proved to Lassen High that although we lost some of our best players last June, we had welcomed into our midst many new members who were hard fighters on the basket-ball team. After a hard fight Lassen High defeated the gil ls of our team by a score of 12 to 2. Ethel Norton threw the only basket for the W. II. S. Susanville made all her points in the first half, the Westwood girls waking up and holding their opponents scoreless in the hist half. The line-up is as follows: Right Forward......Hattie Countryman. Left Forward........Ethel Norton. Right Guard.........Dorothy Emerson. Left Guard..........Edith Williford. Jumping Center. . . .Norma Merrill. Side Center.........Mildred Dixon. Substitute..........Agnes Israelson, Ada Conklin. No other inter-school games were played, but the girls were divided into two teams and played many practice games. In the future we hope that we may have more basket-ball games with outside towns, for there is talent to be developed in the girls of W. II. S. which would make one of the fastest and best teams in the northern part of the state. Baseball E played basket-ball and we played volley ball, but never were we satisfied if we didn’t get our equal number of “licks” at the bat. This is the first season that the girls have taken up baseball in earnest and organized teams. Several teams were lined up, and played inter-class games. A really fair grade of baseball was shown and the girls had a fine time, but were laughed at considerably by theboys. If as much talent appears next year as we had this, the girls will soon be rivals of the famous Bloomer Team. “Libbie” McIntosh—’20 [61] Why Not? Why is this League of Nations So volubly discussed By people of all stations? Why is it that we must Feel hard against our neighbors Because they chose to be Of a different opinion, From that of you or me? Every man in every town Has an opinion bold and free, And by his voice he tries to drown ()ur thoughts and make us see That if his plan is never sought And adopted by the League The United States will go to rot And the world will go to seed. We have a willing Congress. Whom we pay to run the land. Let them decide this trouble Anri we’ll take no further hand. This very vital question Let us lay upon the shelf For it’s caused more rank dissension Than the Great World War itself. “Lonzo.” The Freshmen are the most, but stay, The Freshmen joker is small Huel Pray. He is a cunning little man, He rides to school in an Overland. The Freshmen baby is Cueball, He is always ready to squall; He has a good audience when he plays ball. Forbidden to write any more, this is all; But I will add, he had a disagreeable Evening at the Fire Hall. U. B.—’22 In Five Minutes “What can I do in five minutes?” Is a question many will ask. In as short a time as five minutes, Has been accomplished many a task; Newton saw the fall of the apple, Conceived of the great hidden plan; In five minutes was able to grapple The law which governs all man. Watt, holding a spoon to the kettle And watching the slow forming steam, In so short a time as five minutes, Dreamed; and, believing his dream, Set out to make the small engine (From which the great steamboat did spring) I hat brings Nations closer together, In an ever narrowing ring. I ranklin, at the approach of tin thunderstorm, By placidly sailing his kite, In five minutes saw the idea, Which now supplies us with light. W ith a silken string and a latch key, And a little well trained thought, Demonstrated the unlimited power Which time and events have now wrought. Do not say, “in five minutes Nothing can I do”; For some great truth that lies hidden May be revealed by you. Suddenly, in the flash of a moment, You may be able to see Sonic law that masses in ages, Never conceived to be. W. L.—’20 The one who misses the Kisses of misses, misses t he Chance to become Air. or Mrs. —Selected at great suspense. He placed his arm about her, The color left her cheeks; But on his coat it did remain For two or three long weeks. Now I lay me down to sleep, A bushel of peanuts at my feet. If they are gone when I awake, I’ll know that “MONK” has a “tummy” ache. R. P. 1631 The Girl That Sits Behind Me The girl that sits behind me Wears a pretty diamond ring; But in my heart I cannot see The wisdom of the thing. 1 wish I knew the details, And how she came to wear That glittering piece of jewelry Upon her finger there. But I have a faint suspicion; Oh! just a tiny germ, That she will not return to school The beginning of next term. Now, I will cease my sighing; For if the date is set, Right on the life long tying I'll win a little bet. W. L — ’20 The Freshmen are the class with big feet; Whatever they undertake, they suffer defeat. Whenever they meet a Sophomore They say to this world, good by, forever more. —A Sophomore’s idea of good poetry. The Freshmen are the class with little heads, When they get sleepy, they arc put in their little beds; By the. Sophomore, they are fed And their heads are made of lead. Morrison, the Freshman champion, Met a Sophomore that knocked his lamp in. He cried, and cried, and then cried some more; And say, weren’t the Freshmen sore? The “Hon.” Kenneth Walker Is the official Freshmen swapper. He swaps his clothes for shoes; He swaps his shoes to pay his Freshmen dues. There was an old lady from Hull, Whose intellect seemed rather dull; Who, when reading at night, To economize light, Put luminous paint on her skull. Selected. OUR Exchange Department is very small jus yet, due to the fact that our Annual has only been out one year. Although we sent out over a dozen Annuals to various schools we have as .yet received only seven in exchange. We welcome everyone to our exchange department and hope that in this coming year we will receive many more Annuals. We are young and have many faults, so perhaps we should not judge or comment on others. Still, if some one did not point out our faults we would never see them ourselves. Even- school is striving to put out each year a better paper and the only way to do this is to find out what other people think on the subject. We know that we can get good points from other people and perhaps others may find one or two things to profit by, in our Chipmunk. ALPHA—Oroville, California. Your Annual is very interesting. The arrangement of your Athletic Department is excellent, as well as your Jokes. Your Literary Department might be improved to some degree. We will be very glad to hear from you next year. LA VICTOIRE—Reno, Nevada. You are breezy and entertaining in every way. Your snap- shots are very clear and interesting. The stories are fine; you seem to have unlimited literary ability in your school. Let’s hear from you again. ORANGE AND THE BLACK—Gardnerville, Nevada. Very good in many respects. Your stories are of a very clever sort. Why not have more snapshots and an Exchange column. You are always welcome in our exchange list. [65] RAYS FROM THE PURPLE—Susanville, California. Well gotten up and well bound. We think that your ar- rangements of your departments might be improved on in many ways. Also less articles and more stories. M-E-T-E-O-R—Hanford, California. Your paper is very clever and well put up. Why not have a few cuts? We are glad to read about your school matters and we see that Hanford High is no place for a dead one. PURPLE AND WHITE—Alturas, California. Very original and complete. Your literary department does not seem up to the rest of the book. Your stories are too short. We see that you haVe no Exchange department . Your Alumni is a very good idea. Come again. RED AND GOLD—Chico, California. A fine little weekly. Newsy and full of pep. Well set up and for a weekly is very nearly beyond criticism. Perhaps a cut or two might improve it somewhat. Glad to have you on our Exchange table. EVERYBODY COME AGAIN Dedicated to the “Baby Vamp” It was reported that man was the only animal which used a mirror. We happened to find out that Lucile can use one to a bad advan- tage to the school. Rah-Rah-Rah! Machine Shop. In General Science Miss Thorpe—Ruel, what is an Oyster? Reuel (after deep thought)—An oyster is a Fish built like a nut. Enoch (seeing Mildred and Dot coming down the street)—Got a shot gun, Luff? Luff—Yeah. Enoch—Get it, there comes a couple of ducks. Swede— Ducks, nothing. Those are “MUDHENS.” Miss Thorpe in Physics—A liquid is anything that will run. ('hauncey Jacobsen Then you’re a liquid, Luff. The Freshmen were having an “Information test.” One of the miscellaneous questions was: “What do we mean by the Mississippi Rubble” An answer that one of them gave was: “A song.” Mrs. Clark informed her history class the other day that she had been making charts for centuries. Mrs. Clark—Where in the 0. T. does the story of Abraham begin? (She meant Old Testament). Mildred Dixon—Don’t swear, Mrs. Clark! Don’t swear! Lucile’s nickname is “Three-in- One.” But sometimes she can’t manage all three. Elliott had been practicing the art of putting bandages on a per- son’s head and had just removed one when Miss McDonald asked him to do it again. When he was asked if the bandage was not too small, he replied: “It went around once, therefore it ought to go around twice.”____________ “Prof.” to Louis Dixon—What kind of a cigar is that you are smoking? Louis—That’s a Robinson Crusoe. “Prof.”- I never heard of that brand before. I-ouis—Well, wasn’t Robinson Crusoe a cast away? Mrs. Clark—A coup d’etat is a stroke of state or a show of arms. Cassidy—According to that an evening gown would be a coup d'etat. He—Why don’t you say some- thing pleasant? She—Why don’t you give me a reason for saying something pleas- ant? [67] All Right With Him She cuddled close to him—oh, so close like they do in the movies. “George, dear,” she said—it is al- ways George. “I wonder if we are going to be happy after we are mar- ried? You know I always want my way.” “That’s all right with me,” said George. “After we are married you can keep right on wanting it.” Mr. Voegclein (discussing a teach- ers’ League)—I think we teachers should have a union. Mrs. Clark (who just came in)— Oh! Professor, this is so sudden. Mrs. Clark (in a mildly reproving voice)—Walter, are you sure you are in perfect order? Walter (who has just returned from the hospital)—“Doc” Davis says I am. __________ Vern and Norma were sitting on the front porch. Mrs. Merrill came out of the house after building the fire and gazed at them. Finally she said: “Vern, if you are waiting for the morning paper you can probably get it quicker by going down to the pool room.” W. Luff, Jr., says that the United States will never go back to a Puri- tan state of morality, prohibition or religion, as long as he lives. (We wonder what he means by this statement.) _______ Resolved: That the students buy certain of the girls’ arctic rubbers to wear after the incident of Lincoln’s birthday. Signed: Ingie Jacobsen. Mrs. Clark—What do stare do in the daytime? Mildred—Most of them sleep un- til noon. _________ Cassidy—What am I going to wear for this play? I can’t find any- thing but a pair of suspenders. Mrs. Drury—Hasn’t your dad got a pair of trousers? The Climax He had been courting Mary Alice for a long time. It happened on Sunday night after church. They were sitting on the sofa and she looked with ineffable tenderness in- to his noble eyes. “Tom,” she murmured with a tremor in her voice, “didn’t you tell me once you would be willing to do any act of heroism for my sake?” “Yes, Mary, and I gladly reiterate that statement now,” he replied in confident tones. “No noble Roman of old was fired with a loftier am- bition, a braver resolution, than I.” “Well, Tom, I want you to do something really heroic for me.” “Speak, darling! What is it?” “Ask me to be your wife. We’ve been fooling long enough.” Mrs. Clark (in Latin)—What will I do with this sentence to make it a question? Joyce—Put a question mark after it. Dad—Cliff, if you had a little more spunk, you would stand better in your classes. Now, do you know what spunk is? Hemler—Yes, sir, it’s the past participle of spank. Ulmont (presenting the ring)— Hold out your finger, dearest. Jennie—Oh! Ulmont ! Is it a real diamond? Ulmont—Well dear, if it ain’t, I’ve been “skun” out of a dollar. Doctor Davis—I found on exam- ination of the integument under the orbit with extravasation of blood, ecchymosis of the surrounding cel- lular tissue, which was in a tumified state and abrasion of the cuticle. Judge Green—A black eye, eh? Doctor—Quite so. Advertisement—Boy wanted to do janitor work—50 cents a throw. Further details and information furnished on application at Princi- pal’s office. Advertisement Lost: A black man’s overcoat. Mrs. Clark to Tommy Coyle— While in Paris did you see any of the Latin quarter? Tommy—No; but I had several lead francs passed off on me. High School Annual, Westwood, California. Gentlemen: I move that we get up an Eats Committee for Art Jensen for this very simple reason: It seems that he doesn’t get anything but mush for breakfast and it is affecting him very badly, according to the reports of several girls. I think that we should get some other food less effective. “A WELL WISHER.” Mrs. Clark—Who discovered America? Marvin—Ohio. Mrs. Clark—No! Columbus dis- covered America. Marvin—Yes’m, Columbus was his first name. Upon a little dog entering the assembly room, one of the teachers said: “Someone please put it out- side; throw it out the window, if necessary.” Art picked it up, intending to throw it out, when a Soph hollered: “That’s right, Art, throw your brother out of the window!” Hattie—How was the ice yester- day? Ingie (who had been skating with Lucille the day before)—How do you suppose I know? I never payed any attention to the ice. Art’s favorite expression is “Wait a second!” But it ought to be wait ten minutes. Charles—Will you go with me to the theatre tonight? Bess—Have you secured the seats? Charles—Ah, “gowan,” you’re not as heavy as all that. $20,000 reward for the gang of hoboes who were seen on the rail- road track between Clear ('reek and Westwood on last Hallowe’en night. E. Cassidy—There’ll have to be some articles purchased for the Freshmen initiation. Voice—Be sure to get a half inch rope. Cassidy—There is also some talk of initiating Bess Coil. Voice—Get a two inch rope. Monk—(the Freshmen class were studying the “Lady of the Lake.” They had just finished reading about the combat between Fitz-James and Roderick Dhu)—Roderick dies after while from James’ wounds, doesn’t he? Reuel—No, he dies of his own. Don’t believe too strongly in signs; you are not always known by the labels on your suitcase. Don’t judge the girls by the clothes they wear; they usually belong to some one else. Miss Thorpe—Before the inven- tion of the metric system, units of measure were adopted from the lengths of different parts of the body. Sleepy Fresh—Then Mr. Voege- lein must have been present when the length of the foot was decided on. Margaret—Mrs. Clark must have been an awful smart baby. Bernice—What makes you think so? Margaret—Well, she said that she started life as a school teacher. |69J HIGH SCHOOL CENSUS NAME As We Know Them Reas Coil . ........ Enoch Isrnelson . . . Elizabeth McIntosh. Walter Luff......... Vern Ricketts....... Elliott Caasidv..... Norma Merrill. . . . Emily Newton........ Jennie Johnson...... Bernice Erickson. . Jens Jacobsen ...... Ingcrman Jacobsen. Thomas Coyle Marvin Jones. . Francis Bell....... Mildred Dixon Agnes Jensen....... Dorothy Emerson Ethel Norton ... Charles Rutledge. . Arthur Jensen.... Louis Dixon......... Lucile Slocum....... Fletcher Walker... Erwin Morrison. Margaret Jacobsen. Ruel I’ray.......... Kenneth Walker... Lconorah Roberts Mary Coyle.... Joyce Ricketts Ada Conklin... Agnes Isrnelson.... Mona Severus.. . . Guinevere Ray . Agnes Johnson....... Clifford Hemler. . .. . Fat......... .. Swede........ ... Libbie....... ... Alonzo....... .. . Cuckoo. .... .. floppy........ ... Norm.... ... Em. ......... ... Yennie....... .. Shorty........ . .Chauncey..... .. lngie......... . Tommie......... Jonse v........ . Rig 1 )ing-dong.. . Shrimp..... . . . .. , . Tubby....... . . .Dot........... .. .. Rosie........ .. .. Honk......... ....Art............ .... Looey... .. .. .. . .Infant Frosh... . ....Cub............ ... Monk......... .... Peg........... ....Pog..,......... Nobbie......... .... 1 ee.......... . . .. Mnree. ..... ....loy............ ..Ada........... Aggie . . .. Muggins..... .. .. Vere......... ---Aggie........... ....Adam........... Ruth Wilson........ I'lmont Hell.... Capitola Ouigley Edith Williford.... Vera Jones......... Bernice Houghton .. Harriet Countryman . Eve........... Little Ding-dong . Cap........... Edie........... Yere........... Bernice........ Hattie......... Pastime Appearance Being Late. . . ......... Playing Handball......... Teaching Sunday School . '.Arguing ................. Talking to Norma ...... .Spanish Athlete ........ Writing nob's to Vern... .Spent at telephone board. . .Studying. . .............. . .Taking music lessons. (Jetting praised by teachers . . Being absent from school.. .Courting Mary Alice....... Dancing..... . . Sweeping school house Bumming around......... . Sitting up nights.......... Tickling the ivories. ..... Flirting....... Making peculiar noises . . .Doctoring Fords......... Rolling ’em bones........ . . Powdering her nose..... Taking his Ford to pieces.. .Acting foolish............ Writing themes........... .. Spent with Ken.......... . . Reading................ Flirting with Mac ....... Crabbing................. Spent with Alonzo... , Playing basket-ball . . . . , Acting refined......... . Talking Typing. . , Writing Latin...... . .. Reading magazines .... . .Getting in the way . .. Dreaming. . ............ . .Staying out nights...... . .Spent with Aggie........ . .Getting knocked around... .. Being good . ........... . .Studying Latin.......... . .Stout. ....... . . Swedish ...... . . Serious........ . . Studious ...... . Husky............ . Long and Dinky .. Nice............ . . Dimples.. ..... ..Sedate. ........ .. Short......... .. Small......... . . Freckled..... .. Frenchie...... . Abbreviated ... . All right........ . . Lively. . . ... . . Pleasing....... . Yampish . . Sunshine..... . Overgrown........ . . As usual.. . . Awkard ...... . Not so bail .... . . Mussed up...... . - Silly........ . Dark........... . Tubby............ .. Neat.......... .. Tired.... .... . Looking for stars . Bashful.......... .Fat............... .Good looking. . . . . Neat........... . . Short and fat Dreamy......... . I lealthy....... . Nervous....... . . Dead........... . Jolly............ .. Husky......... . .Skinny........ . .Slow.......... • Happy............ Pet Expression Ambition Ye Gods!................ . Censored............... .(Jee.................. What, Madam?.......... I .oft out for modesty!. .. I-ct’s go! ....... .... You don't say........... Hello, number please? . . . . Maybe.................. I don't know............ Yes..................... .My Gawsh. Ikie!........ Oh! Hello............... Now, vou stop that! Well—................... Howdja get that way? . Aw s’wan ............... (Josh. I dunno!.... .... Sufferin' daggoneit!.. Huh? ................. Aw heck!........... .Come on you seven!..... Oh! Sho-oot!............ Well, yuh sec .......... My daughter! my ducats Oh My!.................. .Oh, Pauline!........... . No have got........... Oh Gawsh!............... Huh!!!.................. Well-1-I................ Oh! I don't know........ But I should worry . . ( li. Heck ....... .Crazy! ..... .......... Oh! Hard tollin'............ . No, sir!.............. Y-Y-Yes. . Well, gee whiz!....... Dog-gone it!!........... Well, niv golly! ....... Oh! My! ................ .Great Caesar!.......... To get to school on time' To lie IT To lie a school ma'am To be a literary gent Ask Norma To be chief fireman • • • To lie a plug shooter . She lost it . To get married (?) To have his lessons To do nothing and grow rich To la a father To be a plumber To be an inventor To get fatter To make a good wife To be a stenog To elope .Ain’t got none To be a mechanic To be a civil engineer To be a baby vamp The I-ord knows what! . To be sillier To finish story for Ann: m- To run a Ford To la a minister Hard telling .To be an opera singer .To quit Latin .To wear silks To be second Paderewski To get acquainted . To be thin To be a Ditin teacher Missing To make a good student . To go to Mars . To go home To make a g xal guard To make the basket-ball tea on . To make an aetoress . To be a success Our Town By Elliott Cassidy and Enoch Israelson CO the traveler, viewing for the first time the wonderful scenic beauties of our great western country, California is the appropriate and anticipated climax. If he be an American citizen—whether from the east, the south, or the north—always, and from childhood’s earliest days, California has been the Mecca of his dreams. Knowing, as we do, how the flood-tide of emigration swept the middle and southern parts of our state, is it any wonder that to the tourist there is no California except warm, southern California—the land of sunshine and roses? But as all gold has its alloy, and as every cup of nectar quaffed leaves, perchance, a bitter taste, so finally do those days of extreme heat pall upon the visitor and he experiences, in a measure, a slight feeling of disappointment. Cheer up, brother, we have a pleasant surprise in store for you! There is yet another portion of this our golden state which you may visit; where fog and extreme heat are almost unknown; where, from April to December, the balmy breezes blow; anci where the air you breathe is clear and pure and laden with the fragrance of the pines. Here the nights are cool and delightful; and here you may ever quench your thirst with the ice cold water of the mountain springs. About one hundred miles north of Reno and less than two hundred miles north of Sacramento, at the foot of the majestic pine-clad Sierras, nestles the little City of Westwood. On every side may be seen the snowy peaks rising thousands of feet against the azure skies. Roaring and seething down the canyon near by is the Feather River. As its waters are dashed and churned over its rocky bed, the foamy surface resembles, indeed, the downy feathers of the wild fowl whose myriad flocks yearly fly over its course. Many mountain lakes, in the exquisite setting of the pine forest, and innumerable mountain streams, tumbling and tossing over mossy bank and bed, help to complete the perfect picture. In these mountain lakes and streams trout and other fish abound. Wild duck are plentiful along the shores, and within the forest, where the foot of man has never yet penetrated to its inmost depths, roam the wild deer. All these, and more, may be had at the proper season, making this section a veritable “Hunters’ Paradise.” Sylvan spots beside lake or stream ever tempt the camper—“Come,” they call, “without money and without price. The groves were God’s first temples. Here, worship in our midst!” With such a wealth of beauty in its natural environment, is it any wonder that Westwood is a popular residential town? [71 ] •OUR-TOWN Especially, since all that can be done by man, is being done to enhance its natural attractions. The great lumber industry here, with its mills, box-factory, lumber yards, machine shops, electric shops, round houses, garage, laundry and the numer- ous other requirements for such an enormous plant, make it possible for every man, woman, and child to obtain employ- ment. Outside the town, the many lumber camps, the dairy barns, new and up to date; the chicken farm and the ranches furnish a different form of employment. Although far removed from the noise and bustle of the great city, here may be found many, if not all, of the modern conveniences. Comfortable and commodious bungalows, many of them steam heated, all electric lighted, with water free, are offered at reasonable rents. A modern church, where all denominations may worship, is centrally located. Among its numerous activities and acqui- sitions may be mentioned a flourishing Christian Endeavor Society, a Ladies’ Aid, and a fine choir of forty voices. Steps are also being taken to build a Catholic Church; and those of the Christian Science faith hold services Sunday evenings in the High School auditorium. A prosperous W. C. T. U. and various lodges and clubs are also represented, among them the Moose Lodge, the Yeomen, the Masonic Club, the B. P. O. E., the Smilers’ Club, the Auto Club, the American Legion, the Odd Fellows, the Eastern Star, the Women’s Study Club, the Red Cross, the Firemen’s Club and the Junior Firemen’s Club, the Mountain Dancing Club, the Shriners, and the Westwood Band. All these organizations, regardless of their nature, tend to promote the welfare of the community. Recently, several political clubs have been organized, such as Democratic, Republican and Non-partisan, and it is be- lieved that Westwood will take a very active part in the next election. Probably one of the best indications of a city’s prosperity is its financial condition. The Liberty Loans were subscribed as follows: Second loan quota, $35,000, subscription $05,000; third loan quota, $65,000, subcription $120,000; fourth loan quota, $65,000, subscription, $135,000; fifth loan quota, $45,000, subscription $59,000. Westwood won the northern state prize for Lassen County in subscribing for war savings stamps. The postal savings account is more than the total investment of some states in the Union. Westwood is also proud of her service flag, containing 156 stars, with three gold stars. [73] OUR.TOWN WESTWOOD CLUB WESTWOOD OPERA MOUSE THE SAW MILL A fine large library, located in the basement of the Church, is under competent management. For this, Lassen County furnishes 800 books, as well as a new International Encyclo- pedia of 24 volumes. In addition to these The Red River Lumber Company and the people of Westwood have contrib- uted 646 volumes. The circulation is about 76 books a day. Here, all the current magazines and daily newspapers of northern and central California and Nevada may be found on file. Bathrooms are in connection with the library, and free stationery is furnished. Our schools are two in number—namely, a High School and a Grammar School. A further description of the High School is unnecessary, as such information may be found in the pages of this Annual. The Grammar School records an attendance of about 450 pupils, with nine teachers for the kindergarten and various grades. The fine department store is exceptionally well equipped and is the largest between Sacramento and Salem (Oregon). A well patronized recreation parlor consists of a pool hall, bowling alley, news-stand and grill. A large cafeteria, 128 by 140, is nearing completion and will soon take the place of the company eating houses. Four hotels also qater to local trade and the tourist. ft •' A large dance hall, 170 by 116, and 3 2 feet high, is now nearly finished. The upper floor will furnish extra rooms for various clubs and organizations. The company’s headquarters are in the large office buildings across from the department store. Here, also, the bank is located, as well as the office of the American Railway Express Company and the Western Union Telegraph Company. A well equipped barber shop adjoins the laundry; and the moving picture theatre, located near the grill, throws the same fine class of pictures on the screen that one sees in the large cities. A splendid orchestra furnishes music, which alone is worth the price of admission. The Fire Company is rated by the Underwriters to be one of the best volunteer fire departments on the western coast. It supports two paid firemen at its hall, and has a volunteer membership of 130. Its equipment consists of six auto trucks and twelve hose reels. A centrifugal pump, capable of throw- ing two streams at 160 pounds pressure, is mounted on a Winton chassis. Two chemicals are mounted on Stevens- Duryeas. The combination hose and chemical is mounted on a Packard; and a Winton-Six, and a Stevens-Duryea-Six form two hose carts. There is a town fire-hall, a yard fire-hall, and a High School fire-hall. 75] A splendid hospital, with three physicians and several graduate nurses, is an important adjunct to the town; so also, is a well equipped dental office. As to sports, Westwood boasts one of the largest and best athletic fields in Northern California. It supports two “semi- pro” baseball teams, and nearly every department in the plant, such as the machine shop, box-factory, mill, etc., as well as the schools, put amateur baseball and basket-ball teams in the field. The Westwood Auto Club numbers about 2(50 members with 170 autos owned in town. In winter, an abundance of snow makes all the delightful winter sports possible, sleigh-ride parties are frequent, as are skating, coasting, tobogganing, snow-shoeing, and ski-running. Westwood always has been and always will be bone-dry, which accounts in a great measure for its prosperity. When one considers that within six years the town has grown from a small lumber cam}), where everyone lived in tents, to its present proportions; that The Red River Lumber Company numbers over 2500 employees; and that the town has a population of about 5000 inhabitants, is it any wonder that we are proud of Westwood? Westwood may be reached from San Francisco and inter- mediate Southern Pacific points by way of Reno; from San Francisco and intermediate Western Pacific points by way of Paxton to Crescent Mills, then auto stage to Westwood via Greenville. During the summer months auto stages also run daily between Red Bluff and Westwood and between Chico and Westwood. Camping grounds near town have been especially outfitted for the tourist, or hunting and fishing parties; and everybody is welcome. A more delightful spot to make one’s home or spend a vacation would be hard to find. � I 4 V