Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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(’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)

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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-