Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 66 of the 1921 volume:

The CHIPMU JUNK 1921 NK Published by the Students of THE WESTWOOD HIGH SCHOOL WESTWOOD, CALIFORNIA TO CLIFFORD HEMLER WHO WAR FAITHFUL IN ALL DUTIES, A TRUE FRIEND, A GOOD PAL AND OUR LOYAL COMRADE WF. THE STUDENT BODY OF WESTWOOD IIIGII SCHOOL DEDICATE THIS OUR THIRD ANNUAL THESCHOOLBOARD WESTWOOD - HIGH SCHOOL CLAUDE E HUNTER R.F.PRAV. THE CHIPMUNK t7] FACULTY Tracy R. Kelley................District Superintendent Leila D. Drury...............................Principal Mrs. Leila D. Drury........... University of California Mr. Tracy Kelley............... University of California Mr. Hollis D. Miller.......... University of Minnesota Mr. Winn W. Davidson. ... University of California Mrs. Jane Berger.............. University of Minnesota Miss Carol Neill.............. University of California Miss Irene C. Ball............. University of California ............................... English ..................................Latin . Mechanical Drawing, Manual Training Mathematics, Science, Physical Education .................... Domestic Science . . .Spanish, History, Physical Education ....................Commercial Subjects THE CHIPMUNK [®] THE CHIPMUNK WESTWOOD HIGH SCHOOL STAFF Editor...................... Associate Editors........... Literary Editor............. Art Editor.................. Associate Art Editors....... Social Editor............... Alumni Editor............... Athletic Editors............ Exchange Editor............. Joke Editor................. Business Manager............ Assistant Business Managers Jens Jacobsen Harriet Contryman Kenneth Walker Mildred Dixon Emily Newton Joyce Ricketts Everton Wilson Evelyn Chase Elliott Cassidy Agnes Israelson Louis Dixon Margaret Jacobsen Ingerman Jacobsen Reuei. Pray Fred Niepoth John Carniato TUB (’II I I’M I NK m To all who have in any way helped us in again sending the '‘Chipmunk” to print, we, the students of Westwood High School, wish to express our heartfelt thanks for their co-operation. It was only through this co-operation that we were able to produce our Annual. Your friendly interest was shown when you supported our Indoor Baseball games and again when you “packed” the Opera House on the night of our Oper- etta, “In the Garden of the Shah.” We feel that the many weeks of hard work and all our efforts to make the production a success were most worth while. We feel a deeper and greater inspiration, friends, because of your support and backing, to place before you only our best and most representative work and we leave to your judgment the 1920-21 issue of The Chipmunk. Again we thank you. SCHOOL SPIRIT The greatest thing a student can acquire, next to his education, is School Spirit. It teaches him the value of co-operation. It teaches him loyalty. It teaches him patriotism. It trains him to be a better citizen. There are many ways in which school spirit can be attained. One of these is Athletics. We all like to see a good game. We all like to help play the game, whether on the field or in the bleachers. We have our yell leaders, under whose direction we shout and sing encouragement to our teams. In Westwood High School, since the installation of Student Body Govern- ment, school spirit runs high. School activities have been conducted more smoothly. Our goal is to have every student love his school colors, as he loves the flag of his country. When this goal has been reached, High School life will be the life that we can look back upon with the greatest joy. It is more difficult to be a good loser than a good winner. When we lose a game we must be able to realize that our opponents are joyous to know that they have won. If we have played the game square and clean clear through, we know we have done the best we can. If we have won a game through foul methods and continue to use the same methods throughout life, how can we expect to be sue- [10] T II E CHIPMUNK cessful? Our school opponents in athletics are the opponents we will meet in later life. If we can’t play square in school, how can we be square in the business world ? If Westwood High School advances as rapidly in school spirit in the next few years as she has this year, we will have a school that anyone will be proud to attend, and we will look back on our High School days with the sweetest of mem- ories because of our school spirit. STUDENT BODY PRESIDENI S’ ASSOCIATION The Student Body Presidents’ Association is a means of unifying and increas- ing interest in Student Body government. This Association holds a convention once a year. At this convention the Student Body presidents of the High Schools of California meet and discuss problems of Student Body government. Here they get new ideas which they take back to their schools. As far as possible their suggestions are adopted and put into practice in the different schools throughout the State. This is one of the ways that this organization unifies Student Body government. These conventions increase interest in Student management and self-govern- ment. A small school, as we have here, has many things to learn. If it can find out how large schools manage their affairs, it can profit by their experience. This Student Body Presidents’ Association is not an old organization, but during the few years of its existence it has accomplished much. In 1920 its mem- bership was eighty. In 1921, at Santa Ana, one hundred and thirteen schools were represented, showing the growing interest in student affairs. This year, our Student Body sent their president to the convention. There he learned many things which have already proved useful to Westwood High School. It is their ambition to send a delegate to Santa Barbara next year and so keep in touch with other High Schools of the State. TIIE CHIPMUNK M1] W. H. S. STUDENT BODY This year all school affairs have been managed by our Student Body organiza- tion and it has been most successful in all of its undertakings. It has helped to unify school aims and dignify school ambitions before a critical public, and has proved its real value even after so short an existence. For the future we have many and large plans, prominent among them being a budget system, which will increase the efficiency and service of our organization to a great extent. [12] THE CHIPMUNK EVELYN CHASE IXGFRMAX JACOBSEN JENNIE JOHNSON MILDRED DIXON JENS JACOBSEN EMILY NEWTON THE ( II I I’M I NK p:S] Class Colors: Blue and Gold Class Flower: Forget-Me-Not Class Motto: The Elevator to Success is Not Running. Stairs. The Take CLASS HISTORY In September, 1918, twenty-two timid little Freshmen entered High School. For some unknown reason, the upper classmen seemed to take a dislike to us. The result was most disastrous. At the end of the year only half of our class remained. The next year we were in the height of our glory, for we were Sophomores and well aware of our responsibilities. By this time we were only eight. The year following the same number enrolled as Juniors. We had just one aim in view, and that was to become full-fledged Seniors. On September 13, 1920, only five of the eight Juniors registered. We were glad to welcome another Senior, a transfer from Santa Cruz. The new girl was Evelyn Chase, who has added much to our class in school. Ours has been a lively class from the very beginning of our Freshman year, and as Seniors we have given the faculty every reason to remember us after grad- uation. From our ranks have come many of the most important Student Body P4] TIIE CHIPMUNK officers and Chipmunk staff officers. Nearly all the class won places on the basketball, baseball and track teams. Early in the term our class met and elected officers who are as follows: President..............................Emily Newton Secretary..............................Evelyn Chase Treasurer...........................Ingerman Jacobsen —E. N., ’2i. CLASS WILL We, the grave and reverend Seniors, not wishing to leave this honorable institution entirely destitute by withdrawing utterly our inspiring and enlightening presences, and, having by much perseverance accumulated some of this world’s goods, do hereby, believing ourselves to be of sound mind and in a disposing mood, bequeath, bestow and inflict the following bequests to the ones most deserving of them: I, Mildred Dixon, believing myself to be of sound mind and weak knees, do will and bequeath to Margie Terrill my husky physique, to be used to advantage in basketball. I also leave to some future “chem” student my ability to draw down a I (one) on my report card by use of my “blank stare” at recitation. I, Emily Newton, having an incompetent mind, do hereby will to some future Senior my ability to explain to “ Prof.” why the Seniors took a half-holiday to go skating and my ability to bluff through solid geometry to Olive Cessna. I, Ingerman Jacobsen, believing myself to be delirious, do hereby will and bequeath to a certain Freshman maiden my undying and young affections. I also bequeath to some one who wishes to attain the manly beauty I possess, my unruly “pomp” and my freckles. I, Jens Jacobsen, do hereby will and bequeath to George Chipman my sur- plus avoirdupois and height. I, Evelyn Chase, having the only sound mind in the Senior Class, do hereby will and bequeath my shortness to Mona Severns, my stubbornness to Agnes Israelson, and my big feet to “Monk” Morrison. I, Jennie Johnson, believing myself to be all right mentally, do hereby will and bequeath to a Junior girl some of my abundant tresses and to someone not so gifted as myself, 1 leave my power of making speeches and debating. —M. D., ’21. T II E CHIP M U N K [15] SENIOR SNEAK DAY It was a nice, cool, crisp, day And there was ice on the pond And there was no steam in yon school house And faces were blue and pinched And Recitations fell in icicles Upon teacher’s frozen ear drums. And there was much yearning, For “The Home-fires Burning” Until school was dismissed. But just for the morning— And in about fifteen minutes, Skates, riding over many-colored shoulders, Appeared from all directions ★ Heading from all directions T IT K V II I P M I' N K r i ] Heading toward the mill pond, And among the merry gang Frolicked five Seniors, gay, And it was easy to sec that they were Seniors By the weird marks that they made On the glassy surface of the ice And various parts of their noble anatomies. And they played around Till the noon whistle blew, And hearts grew heavy ith thoughts of more brain taxation. Then one bright Senior Was hit with a brilliant idea And said to his fellow mourners, THE CII I PH I NK m “Sisters and brethren, if I remember rightly, Seniors are allowed a sneak day. There is no time like the present. I move that we take One-half of it this afternoon— And save the other half for spring.” And so they snuck. All afternoon they snuck In slides and strides about the pond. And when the ice became so rubbery That it would no longer hold up the heavy-weights, These five Senior culprits Invaded the ice cream parlor For hot chocolate to thaw out their persons. [18] T II K CHIPMUNK And then they wandered toward home With no thoughts in their heads of the morrow, And the next day they reaped their reward, For it seems they had taken The wrong time to sneak. Volumes of wrath were heaped on their domes And they stayed after school for a week—• • For one big, whole hour each night They were kept for cruel teachers to torture. Take this as a warning, ' Ye Seniors to come, And should you desire to sneak, Just stop and think, Is it worth it? One hour each night for a week! —E. C, ’21. THE CHIPMUNK [1 ] PROPHECY Drowsing one day in the lobby of San Francisco’s great St. Francis 1 was aroused by a resounding thump on the back and a surprised “Hoppy, you here?” As I looked in amazement at the stalwart man clad in corduroys, boots and flannel shirt, a slow grin lit up his face. “Don’t know me, eh? Well, I don’t blame you. 1 have changed somewhat. If I tell you my name is Jens Jacobsen it might make a difference.” It really did not seem possible, but it was Jens all right. “Let’s eat first and talk afterwards,” was Jens’ suggestion. It met with my hearty approval, so we adjourned to Tait’s. Over the coffee and “smokes” Jens began: “Seeing as how you haven’t been spending a great deal of time in our little U. S. A., I’ll tell my story first. Suppose you want to hear all about the old bunch.” “Let’s take Ingie first. But don’t call him Ingie any more. He is now Mr. Ingcrman Jacobsen of Liggett Jacobsen, tobacco manufacturers. He entered U. C. to study mechanical engineering, got interested in a cigarette roller and invented one which would roll five thousand a minute. He interested Liggett Myers in his patent, and when Myers died he was offered the junior partnership. Now, when I want a thousand, I just wire Ingie.” “Where’s Evelyn? Why, haven’t you heard of the famous actress, Madame Evelyn Rubsiton? That’s her stage name. They call her the ‘Queen of Vaude- ville’ for a while, but she enmassed some money, a rich husband and two children, and now she owns her own company. She holds much the same position in the theatrical world as David Belasco did.” “By the way, did you read that article in ‘The Mother’s Magazine' the other day, entitled ‘Home Problems?’ You’d never guess the author because she signs her name Mrs. Give it up and I’ll tell you. Mildred Dixon was the author. Now, now, old man, don’t faint. I know you expected Mildred to enter the movies and be a star, but she is a star in another constellation. She shines in the home. Yes, she’s married, quite young, but she did very well. Married Elias U. Wheelit, who made his millions in the baby buggy industry. Her sixth and last child is named Jens, I am proud to say. She is very prominent in the literary world, also in club life. Writes for Household Magazines and is president of the Mothers’ Federation of America.” “Next time you’re in Los Angeles be sure you look up Jennie Johnson. Yes, it’s still Johnson, but she’s doing remarkably well. Has proved herself a real business woman. She is the owner of the largest dressmaking establishment on the Coast and caters to the aristocracy only. She’s grown better looking than ever. She thinks a lot of the old bunch and entertained me royally when I was down there.” “Sure, I’ll have another, and pass the matches. Ring for the waiter, will you? Oh, that reminds me. You know about Emily, don’t you? She’s made her mark in the business world too. The year after you left she entered U. C., [20] T II E C II I I’ M I' N K and I guess she must have majored in ‘plug shooting,’ because she’s now a director and vice-president of the Northern Californian and Oregon Telephone Co., Inc. Remember how she got her start on the Westwood board? Is she single? I’ll say not. Of course she sees very little of her husband, as he’s away on his tours throughout the country. Oh, she married a home town boy, none of this outside stuff for her. You remember him; was a freshman when she graduated; good at the piano. Now he is a second Paderewski. Yes, I mean Leslie Torgerson.” “All right, let’s go to the Casino and see Evelyn’s new play, ‘Who’s Boss Around Here.’ They say it’s a scream. Me? Oh you can find out about me any time. Want to know now? Well, calm yourself and I’ll give you my past.” “I finished civil engineering at U. C. and worked for Stone Webster for a while. Remember the site for a dam up in the Fall River country? I built that dam. That gave me my start nad now I am my own boss. My wife, oh you know her. Used to be Agnes Israelson. Little Jens looks just like her.” “By the way, Floppy, what are you doing now? Flello, there goes a fire engine. Oh Hoppy, where are you going? Well, good bye. No need to ask what he’s doing. It’s easy to see. He’s still running to fires.” —“Hoppy.” THE CHIPMUNK [21] CLASS RECORD Jens Jacobsen—Valedictorian, Editor Chipmunk, Basketball, Baseball, Track Team, “The Scoop,” “Guiseppina,” “In the Garden of the Shah.” Emily Newton—Salutatorian, Vice-President Student Body, President Sen- ior Class, Art Editor, Baseball, “Fountain of Youth,” “In the Garden of the Shah.” Evelyn Chase—Secretary Senior Class, Social Editor, Basketball, Baseball, Track, Manager Girls’ Athletics, “Guiseppina,” “In the Garden of the Shah.” Jennie Johnson—Domestic Science Luncheon, Refreshment Committees, Candy Committee. Mildred Dixon—Literary Editor, Dramatic Committee, Basketball, Track, “The Scoop,” “In the Garden of the Shah.” Ingerman Jacobsen—Student Body President, Manager Boys’ Athletics, Senior Treasurer, Basketball, Baseball, Track, Josh Editor, “Guiseppina,’ “In the Garden of the Shah.” TIIE CHIPMUNK C22] On the second Monday in September about fifty students gathered at Y. H. S. to continue their pursuit of knowledge. Among those who returned to “carry on” for the Red and Black were eight Juniors. During the Christmas vacation the Student Body was grievously shocked and our rank sadly depleted by the untimely calling of Clifford Hemler. Early in the year Fletcher Walker, Jr., left our midst to take up work at the College of the Pacific. Charles Ruttledge also dropped out, thus leaving only six members in our class. Recently Maurice Clow has enrolled with us, making our number seven, and we intend to maintain the proverbial good luck which accompanies this accounting. Although few in number, we feel that we can boast of one hundred per cent interest in participation in all High School activities. CLASS ROLL Olive Cessna Maurice Clow Louis Dixon Margaret Jacobsen Arthur Jensen Lee Norah Roberts Mona Severns THE CHIPMUNK [23] Class Colors Orange and Black Class Flower Tiger Lily CLASS OFFICERS President............................................Arthur Jensen Vice-President...............................Lee Norah Roberts Secretary....................................Margaret Jacobsen Treasurer.............................................Louis Dixon e24] T II E 0 II I P M U N K “THE JOLLY SOPHOMORES” (One-Jet Farce—By Themselves) Cast King Mirth.................................................Kenneth Walker The Queen........................................Harriet Contryman Court Jester.................................................Erwin Morrison Lady-in-Waiting..............................................Agnes Israelson Jolly Sophomores: Carl Allen, Ada Conklin, Mary Coyle, Dorothy Emerson, Mil- dred Garrett, Bernice Houghton, Agnes Johnson, Vera Jones, Reuel Pray, Capitola Quigley, Joyce Ricketts, Edith Williford, Ruth Wilson. Setting Place: Westwood High School. Time: September 13, 1920, to June 3, 1921. Synopsis His Royal Highness, King Mirth, and his Jolly Sophomores declare war on Old Man Gloom. The first skirmish takes place on September 24th at the Fresh- man Initiation. Many pitched battles follow during which King Mirth loses two of his followers, Ada Conklin and Mary Coyle. In spite of these reverses, Old Alan Gloom is routed. THE CHIPMUNK [25] CLASS OFFICERS President....................................Kenneth Walker Vice-President...................Harriet Contryman Secretary......................................Agnes Israelson Treasurer.............................Joyce Ricketts T II E (' II I 1 . l INK How frightened were we poor Freshmen, on the first day of our High School career! Nothing much happened the first day, so on the second day we were a little braver. But we didn’t stay brave very long. Flow mixed-up the classes were! Anyway it seemed that way to us. After a few days of hard work we finally got straightened out. Next came the Freshman reception. How we shivered in our boots when that dreadful sign was put on the bulletin board. We tried to put on a brave front and laugh about it, but we didn’t make a very good job of it. However it could have been worse. At least we have one consolation: we will get our revenge on the Freshmen next year. Once we were properly initiated, we soon adjusted ourselves to our new sur- roundings. Everyone took great interest in all school affairs and contributed his share to their success. In April we staged a Bonfire Rally, to which the Student Body and Faculty were invited. Everyone agreed that it was a “roasting” affair. Hans Jacobsen F'red Niepoth Beatrice Eckert Mable Callendar Grace Grady CLASS ROLL Stanley Davis Edith Coil Viola Dunne John Carniato Thelma Terrill Roy Mitchell Everton Wilson Marjorie Terrill George Chipman Leslie Torgerson THE CHIPMUNK [27] Class Colors: Green and White Class Flower: Dogwood Blossoms CLASS OFFICERS President..... Vice-President Secretary.... Treasurer. . . . . . Hans Jacobsen ...Fred Niepoth .....Edith Coil Beatrice Eckert [28] THE CHIPMUNK “Only three days more. We mean business.” Cyrus W alton, president of the W alton-Moorc Lumber Company, read the message printed in red on a postal card that had a big red hand printed in one corner. He shuddered as he handed it over to his partner, Moore. “It looks as if vve are going to have some more trouble. ’ “Yes, it does,” answered Moore. They decided to build a high board fence around the lumber yards and put an electric wire along the top of it. As they were discussing this, the telephone rang. Moore took down the receiver. It was the manager of the Northwest Mill Co. He and two managers of different mills had received an exact duplicate of the card that Moore had and were very much worried. That afternoon Moore called the superintendent of his mill into the office and asked him if he knew anything about the red hand postal card. The man answered that he knew nothing of it. A disquieting thought came to Moore when he remembered that not long ago a fire had been discovered in a large pile of dry lumber in the center of his large lumber yard. After this fire the insurance company had refused to insure his mill for more than one-half its value. The president of the Associated Lumbermen called a meeting for that evening and at this meeting the men decided to hire a clever detective named Keane. TUE CII I I’M INK r 29 ] The next morning the detective reported at the Walton-Moore office to learn his duties. While Moore and the detective were talking the office boy brought in the mail. Among the letters was another card similar to the one he had received the day before. It said, “Only two days left. We mean business.” “Have you any idea wTho could have written this, Keane?” inquired Moore. “I have talked with several around the plant, but I don’t want to accuse anyone before 1 have evidence,” replied Keane. “I think it must be the work of some I. W. W. whom I have discharged from the plant,” said Moore. The next day Moore decided to stay at the office all day to see what hap- pened. That night he thought it best to stay on the premises, for if there was any treachery on foot he wished to be there. About two o clock that night Moore dropped to sleep. He was awakened by a slight noise. He sprang to his feet and looked around. To his surprise, he noted that the sun was shining and the mill was in operation. His secretary opened the door and looked in. When he saw that his employer was awake, he brought his mail. Moore glanced through the letters hurriedly to see if there were any more cards. There was one, but this time the printing was in black ink. This was what it said: “Today E. Arnold, our traveling salesman, will show you the ad- vantages of our “RED HAND SAW.” We hope to do business. “Yours truly, “W'estern Machinery Co.” —M. D., ’21. [30] TIIE CHIPMUNK WHEN IT PAID TO MAKE A FRIEND It was about eight o’clock one morning as my brother and I were sitting by the stove in the back room of the small building that we had fitted up as an Assay office. We were discussing the different ores we had assayed that day and were trying to guess from what localities they had come. The talk finally drifted to the subject of how rich we were going to get at the business. “Let’s see,” my brother said thoughtfully, “it was July n, 1890, that we put all our savings into this assay office, wasn’t it?” “Yes,” I responded, “you have the date O. K. We surely are not making much money at this business, but I guess that we will be able to make quite a bit if we stay at it long enough. I guess—”. At this point we heard a horse gallop- ing madly towards the office. As we ran out the door, we met a very old man. “Fur the love of six-bits, boys, test this ore and test it quick!” he said, look- ing nervously over his shoulder into the darkness from which he had come. “I know it’s after hours, but I can’t help it. I gotta have this tested mighty sudden like, u see, it’s this away. I’ve been prospecting since I was a young- ster your age. Never struck a thing till day before yesterday. Then I struck a goodly sized vein of this kind of ore. I could’a taken me time in coming, but that crazy hick sheep-herder that camps near my diggin’ had to go shoot his face off to a bunch of city fellers what’s up my way studying geology. That is, they say that s what they’re doin’. They’re all ruff-necks except one who is a dude. He—” “ es, yes, I know all about it,” I said, breaking into his lengthy talk, “I know all about it.” I supposed that it was just a common case of “bats in the belfry,” due to his long period of solitude in the mountains. “Listen here, young man, I’m no nut. I’m as sane as you are. Test that ore and then talk afterwards.” Controlling my anger as best I could, I went into the office and started the blast furnace. Going back to the stranger, I apologized for my hasty judgment and begged to hear more. “This here young man, the dudish fella I told you about, looks like an angel, but he ain’t. His looks are skin deep. He’s so crooked he could sleep on a cork screw with comfort. Why he’s so mean he’d cheat his mother out of a nickel. Somehow this fool sheep-herder, who knew of my find, tells the dude about it. I saw the feller snoopin’ about my shaft and took a shot at him, but missed. Then THE CHIPMUNK [31] I hits the trail for here to find out how this ore is. If it’s worth a tinker’s durn I’m goin’ to register my claim before it gets jumped. That’s all I’m sayin’ now, but I reckon as how you’d better run that test and let me mosey along.” “All right,” I replied, “I’ll get to work pronto and see if I can make a good test on it.” In about half an hour I handed a report slip to the stranger. It read: Gold...................... 32.40 per ton. Silver.................... 10.00 per ton. Copper...................Eight per cent. “Ye gods and little codfish!” was the first thing the stranger said. “Give me that slip, I’m leaving for that claim. Pay you later. So-long!” He hurriedly grabbed his hat as he ran for the door. “So-long—see you later,” he flung over his shoulder as he made a flying leap on his horse. “Well, if that don’t beat me!” my brother said. “What do you make of it?” “It looks as if he’s either made a lucky hit or else he’s trying to slip one over on us. Listen!” After a little pause we heard what seemed to be fire horses coming down the road. “Guess it’s the gang he told us about. Give them the steer,” I whispered cautiously; “Kill all the time possible. The door was suddenly opened and in hurried a man of about five foot six in height. Did I say a man? At least he passed for one. He was slight of build and had a quick, nervous manner. His hair was a sandy yellow; his eyes were covered with large glasses and his face was long and slim. He must have weighed about 130 pounds. “Are you the assayer, my good man?” he asked in a shrill voice. “If so, do me the favor of testing this bit of stone that I think might contain mineral.” “Quit ‘good manning’ me, and let’s see your ore,” I said fiercely—that is, as fiercely as I could. After looking at the ore carefully for about five minutes, I replied as slowly as I could speak: “Well, it may contain mineral, but I don’t think so.” “You will test the ore, will you not?” he inquired. [32] T II E (' II I I M V N K During my careful study of the ore I easily recognized it as the same as that I had just tested. “Oh, I say,” I said, turning to my brother, “Better water these gentlemen’s horses!” With this I went into the assay office and commenced to run the test. It, needless to say it, was a fizzle. After about thirty minutes I reported that there was “nothing doing.” “Very sorry to bother you, you know,” said the dudish imitation of a man. “Oh, that’s all right!” I shouted as they wfent out the door. As I turned I noticed that our young friend was slipping a scale weight in his pocket as he w'ent out. He must have taken it for gold. I paid no attention to it but turning to him I said, “Allow me to show you some red ore.” As I reached for the ore, w'hich was on the table on which the dude sat, I accidentally (?) tipped over a small bottle of parting acid. About nine-tenths of it poured on the part where he w-as sitting. It took about thirty seconds for our young friend to grow real angry and say things not fit to print here. After neutralizing the acid with sodium bicarbonate, I bade my guests good night. Going to the door I saw the dude start to make a flying mount. As he caught one foot in a stirrup, the strap broke. At the same instant the cinch must have slipped, for he and the saddle hit the ground pretty hard at the same time. He arose dizzily and produced a gun and demonstrated how dangerous it is to let children handle firearms. He hit saddle, trees, rocks and bushes, but failed to hit the horse, on w'hom he laid all the blame for his misfortune. My brother and I assisted him to catch his horse and we mended his cinch. He remarked as he was leaving how' evenly the cinch had broken, but my brother and I looked so innocent and expressed our deepest regrets, and he said no more. Strange, wasn’t it, how that bottle of acid tipped over and how that cinch broke? About four months later we received a check for $25.00 “for services ren- dered,” as the note said. We did not recognize the sender’s name, but it was drawn on the account of Michael London, our “batty” old friend. Does it pay to help out an old guy whom you think is batty? If you don’t think so, just ask my brother and me. We know. -K. W, ’23. THE CHIPMUNK [ ] SUCH IS LIFE! Dorothy Mansfield was slowly walking to school, in a deep study. “Wait a moment. You’re always thinking so hard that you can’t even notice your friends. Have you heard the news? A new boy is going to enter school next week.” This rapid flow of speech came from a slender, attractive looking girl, with pretty brown eyes, brown hair curled elaborately by means of electric curlers, and a complexion which showed an over-indulgence of sweets. She fondly considered herself very popular in school, especially with the boys. “Just think of having somebody new to dance with at the high school dances. Oh, won’t I make him sit up and take notice!” So continued the newcomer, whose name was Ida Brooks. “You seem to be pretty sure of yourself,” answered Dorothy. “YV hat if some of the other girls decide to take a hand in the game and capture him for them- selves?” “Oh, well, if I really want him, no other girl can get him,” was the confident answer. “By the way, Ida, what is his name?” asked Dorothy “Bob Hurst.” The conversations between Ida and the rest of the girls were along very sim- ilar lines, Ida always trying to give the impression of her great popularity. The next day when Ida arrived at school, she rushed up to a group of girls and exclaimed, “Oh, girls, Mrs. Hurst, his mother, arrived in town yesterday. She is an old friend of mother’s, and last night mother went to call on her and I went too, in the hope of seeing him. He has not come yet, but I saw his pic- ture, and Oh, he is the handsomest boy you ever saw. He is rather tall, with dark eyes, dark wavy hair, and Oh, the most delicious smile, showing such even, strong, white teeth. Everyone will just adore him.” Ida paused here for the very good reason that she had to gasp for breath. “How do you know that the picture was of him?” asked Dorothy Mansfield. “Because Mrs. Hurst told me that it was her son,” was the confident answer. “And I suppose you sat up all night looking through story books and novels for witty sayings to fill him with,” replied Dorothy. TIIE CHIPMUNK [341 Ida’s face turned a deep red which no amount of powder could hide. She knew that the girls were beginning to realize that the witty sayings she used were only borrowed. As it was time for classes to begin, nothing more was said about the matter, but for the rest of the week Ida talked incessantly of the new boy. On Monday morning of the following week, the pupils of the high school arrived much ahead of time because they wished to make the acquanitance of the new boy before the first class passed. While they were all waiting expectantly, Ida appeared, and giving everybody a smile and a nod, with the expression of “I know why he isn’t here” written on her face, walked past them and into the assembly room. She finally satisfied their curiosity by saying that he would be at school Wednesday morning, and not before. On Tuesday, Ida couldn’t suppress her excitement. “Oh, girls! I’ve got the cutest little dress to wear tomorrow, and I’m going to fix my hair in that perfectly fascinating new way. He is coming on the four o’clock train today and the family are going to have him and his folks to dinner tonight. Oh, I’m so excited!” and in this state of excitement she remained for the rest of the day. The next morning everybody appeared on the scenes early; that is, all except the two upon whom the excitement centered. About five minutes before time for school to commence a strange by ap- peared. Was this the hero? It couldn’t be! This short, skinny, freckle-face, big-mouthed, staring-eved, hooked-nose, red-headed boy?? “Looka here, boy, what’s your name?” asked a junior boy. “Bob Hurtht,’ lisped the boy. “Will you pleathe show me to the prin- cipal’s offithe? I’m a freshman.” At two minutes to class time Ida had not made her appearance. “Guess she’s had a case of blighted love and is ashamed to show her face,” was more than one explanation of her absence. “Yes, that is what it is,” said Dorothy. “I happen to know the Hurst family myself. The picture of the handsome young man is Bob’s brother. I didn’t tell Ida, as I wished to take her down a peg or two.” T II E r II I P M r N K [ 35 ] Ida did not come to school for a whole week, and when she did return she spoke no more of her popularity, although she continued to “make eyes” and curl her hair and spoil her complexion with sweets. -E. W., ’23. [««] THE CHIPMUNK SKETCHES Sometimes, in the spring or fall, there are days when the sky is covered with grey-black clouds, which seem to press down upon the earth, deadening every sound and weighing the air with some sort of keen, silent excitement; when one can easily imagine that the thing itself is always near, when the whole earth seems to hold its breath and wait for something—something vague and uncertain to happen. Perhaps, far up in the clouds a lone goose will honk, just to remind one just how far he is from nowhere. On a day like this a visitor would think of the highlands as a lonely, brooding prison. But in the summer, just after a heavy thunder shower, the air is warm and the fresh, warm earth-smell is everywhere. The trees drip and glisten; everything in the woods is up and about; now a deer will flash by, or perhaps a twig will snap near at hand. The chipmunks and tree squirrels are trying to see which can make the most noise, the birds are flitting about singing merrily. Sometimes a little baby rabbit will hop into sight, nibbling here and there, until he hears or thinks he hears an enemy. Then he is gone. On a day like this the highlands is the only place in the world. Once, in a deep, dark hollow in a high, dead tree, a little crow, snow-white, was hatched from a speckled egg. His brothers were all black. His mother made so much more of him than she did of the others, that he soon got the idea that he was much better than the others. After he was strong enough to fly he would go every night to the “ roosting tree,” where, just at sundown, all the crows for miles around would come to “sing.” All the crows admired him at first, but familiarity breeds contempt. Soon they all “got onto” his bad manners, his pride and his vanity, and would have nothing to do with him. He finally became so proud and conceited that he would not hunt food, but would steal that of the baby crows, as it was so much easier than getting it for himself. He became such a bully that even the bluejays and mag- pies flew away when he came near and would not associate with him. Finally, the Forest Council held a meeting to decide what was to be done with him. After many instances were brought up, all of which proved him to be a contemptible, sneaking coward, Jack Hawk was authorized to kill him within a week. To this very day, the wood people always tell their children, when they do not behave, the story of the white crow, ending it with this dreadful warning: “Remember, fine clothes do not hide bad manners.” G. C., ’24. THE CHIPMUNK m SOLOMON STEPS OUT “Sally,” said Solomon, his old face beaming and the six cherished grey hairs on top of his shiny dome wriggling with excitement, “Sally, I got a ’sprise for ye. Kin ye guess what it is, Sal?” Without giving Sally a chance to do more than look up from her darning and peek expectantly over her spectacles, Solomon con- tinued, gathering enthusiasm with each word. “Sal, ye jist cain’t, I know ye cain’t. We’re a’goin’ to be young onct agin, we air. Yes siree, this very night we’re a’goin’ to—how does that Jenkins kid say it now—oh, we’re a’goin’ to git gay and walk out, or somethin’ like that. We ain’t been no place now for nigh on five years, and I sez it’s time we’re a’startin’ if we ever ’spect to. Ye know them fand-dangled vaudevilly things, Sally? Well, we’re a’goin’ to one this very night!” Sally’s wrinkled old face lighted up with joy and the immense hole, to which she had been endeavoring to attach one of Solomon’socks, fell unheeded to the worn and faded carpet. “Oh! Solomon! Could we? But Solomon,” and her joy faded somewhat, “but Solomon, do you think ye ought to? Them places is jist for young dressed-up folks. Ye forgit we’re jist an old man and woman now, an’ our clothes ain’t—” “Nonsense, Sally, nonsense!” interrupted Solomon. “Why, we ain’t old, Sally, not on yer tintype we ain’t. We’re a’goin’ to thet air vaudevilly and be real sports. You still got thet same dress you hed on the day I proposed, remem- ber, Sally? Out there in the barn yard, and you did look so be-u-ti-ful—’member, Sal? An’ I made you promise you’d keep thet air wollapaluser of a dress put away some place till I ask’t ya to wear it again, and va blushed and sed ya would, and ya did? Well, Sal, I want ya ter get all dolled up in it now ef it’ll fit. Ya know livin’ with me lies seemed ter agree with ya, Sal, the way yer waist hes ex- panded, but ye jist put er on an’ I’ll pull ’er together. An I got my weddin suit up there jist a pinin’ fer a good sniff of fresh air. Come on, Sal, an’ we’ll see if the moths hev left anything of it!” By this time Sally was, so to speak, as “het up” as Solomon over the lark, and with all forgotten but the “vaudevilly,” they ran a race up stairs to haul out the cherished garments. They finally descended, all ready, Sally looking so dear and queer in the dress, which Solomon, true to promise, had managed to “pull ter- gether,” with the tiny black bonnet set on the very top of her head, the strap of which was valiantly endeavoring to hold up a double chin three times its size. Solomon was looking indescribably funny in the treasured wedding suit, which [38] T II E C IT I P M I' N K was so short on all ends and so tight all around that a catastrophe was threatened every time he moved a little hurriedly or sat down without thinking to take it “slow and easy.” The six hairs had been carefully and painstakingly plastered with soap in six different directions over Solomon’s otherwise destitute scalp, and his highly polished physiognomy fairly shown from the use of the same article. It did not take long to hitch ancient Birdie to a more ancient surrey, the back seat of which was filled with a sack of hay for Birdie, but it did take quite a while to drive the eight miles of chuck-holed country road. At last, however, their destination was reached and Birdie was duly driven to the curb, square in front of the “vaudevilly” and tied to the “No Parking Here” sign. “Wonder if they lied a hunch we was cornin’ Sally?” said Solomon, “Sec how all them there machines lies kept away and left this place fur to put Birdie in, and this here red goo-goo tart lookin’ affair sot right here to tie ’er to. Right ’commodatin’, I call it!” With this he marched up to the ticket office and loudly informed the girl that he wanted “ the two best seats in the house and didn’t care how much they cost, nuther.” And the two best seats they got. They were ushered down to the front lower box, followed by amused glances, craned necks and snickers. The first number did not interest Solomon in the least. It was a young man soloist. “Never heered sech screechin’ in all my life!” muttered Solomon into Sally’s enjoying ears, for which pains he received a pinch on the leg. But about the third number Solomon sat up and took notice. What so attracted his atten- tion was a group of fuzzy, powdered, chorus girls, who boasted of more cosmetics than clothes. Sally sat with a look of disgust and every so often, usually after an especially high kick, would utter with righteous wrath a stinging “Huzzies!” But Solomon neither heard nor heeded her. His eyes were glued to an especially thin lassie, who capered and hopped around like a California flea on ice skates, and who, every now and then, flashed a sly wink or a fascinating smile in Solo- mon’s direction. Solomon was hypnotized. He smirked and winked and chewed his tobacco in satisfied smacks. His excitement soon reached a pitch where he could not keep still. His feet must keep time to that music and those steps. His legs moved restlessly and finally became so unruly that Sally, attracted by the frantic maneu- vers, turned and looked at him. She stiffened and sat erect so that the chin strap was strained to its limit. The look which sprang into her eyes boded no good for Solomon. No wonder he was so determined to come. She’d show him! THE CHIPMUNK [ )] Not another moment would he stay in the demoralizing presence of those brazen cats! Without a word of warning, she rudely jammed his hat on the six hairs, grabbed him by the ear, and amid the exclamations, giggles and unrestrained laughter of the entire audience, marched him up the aisle and out to the placidly waiting Birdie. With every bump on the endless eight miles home, a stream of wrathful in- dignation was poured upon Solomon’s bowed shoulders. Even after home was reached the oration continued. Never in all his life had Solomon received such a lecture. “And don’t ever, Solomon Simpkins,” ended Sally, breathless and puffing, “Don’t you ever dare even think of setting a foot off this place till you’re dead and buried!” Solomon said nothing, but went slowly up stairs to dream of the spindle-legged lassies. [40] THE CHIPMUNK Dramatics have always held a prominent place in Westwood High School, but during the past year our attention has centered on them more than ever. We gave three short plays before Christmas, the casts of which were as follows: THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH (A Spanish fantasy, based on the legend of Ponce de Leon’s search for the Foun- tain of Youth.) Ponce de Leon..............................................Kenneth Walker Silva ] . fStanley Davis [ His followers.....................................v CordovaJ I Fred Niepoth Guardian of the Fountain...................................Dorothy Emerson Daughters of the Dawn—Olive Cessna, Harriet Contryman, Margaret Jacobsen, Emily Newton, Joyce Ricketts, Edith Williford. THE SCOOP (A Newspaper Sketch.) Edith Raymond....... Russell Wheeler..... Mr. Whitney Raymond . . Mildred Dixon Kenneth Walker ..Jens Jacobsen THE CHIPMUNK [41] Guiseppina....... Pietro........... Monsieur Louis. . Kate Pennington Robert Sherwood GUISEPPINA (An Italian Love Romance.) .....Evelyn Chase . . . . Elliott Cassidy .....Jens Jacobsen . . .Agnes Israelson Ingerman Jacobsen IN THE GARDEN OF THE SHAH (A Romance of Persia.) After the Christmas holidays we took up the question of whether we should undertake an operetta. It seemed a big thing to do, but we did it with the ever- ready help of Mrs. Drury. The cast included nearly every member of the student body. Every part was well acted and well sung. The Opera House was packed and on every hand was heard “The best thing the High School has ever done.” CAST Zohdah (Daughter of the Shah).................................Mildred Dixon Nowobeh (Zohdah’s old nurse)...................................Evelyn Chase Lohlah (Zohdah’s friend and confidant).......................Marjorie Terrill Ted Harding (Mining Engineer)...........................................Henry Schreiner Billy Cummings (Mining Engineer)....................................Ingerman Jacobsen Samuel Johnson Jackson (A gentleman of color from Texas, U. S. A.)..........................................................Erwin Morrison Thebossa (The Shah)......................................................Jens Jacobsen Somecraba (An Arab Sheik).........................................Art Jensen Persian Ladies in Waiting—Mable Callendar, Olive Cessna, Edith Coil, Harriet Contryman, Bernice Houghton, Beatrice Eckert, Dorothy Emerson, Grace [42] THE CHIPMUNK Grady, Agnes Israelson, Margaret Jacobsen, Agnes Johnson, Vera Jones, Emily Newton, Capitola Quigley, Joyce Ricketts, Lee Norah Roberts, Mona Severns, Thelma Terrill, Edith Williford, Ruth Wilson. Persian Attendants—John Carniato, George Chipman, Stanley Davis, Hans Jacobsen, Albert Hartlerode, Harry Mitchell, Fred Niepoth, Reuel Pray, Leslie Torgerson, Everton Wilson. SETTING Act I. Morning. Act II. Evening, a few days later. Act III. Evening, a week later. Place—Persia. Time—Present. SYNOPSIS Ted Harding and Billy Cummings, American Mining Engineers, come to Persia to operate the Shah’s gold mine. Ted falls in love with Zohdah and Billy with Lohlah, while Nowobeh pursues Sam. The Shah wishes Zohdah to marry Somecraba, an Arab Sheik. Ted, Billy and Sam are thrown in prison. As the story unfolds, the Sheik proves to be an impostor and is thrown out. Nowobeh makes the Shah see that by keeping the Americans in prison he is defeating his own plans for operating his rich gold mine.' He is finally persuaded to free them and give his consent to the weddings. THE CHIPMUNK [«] Peppy k Energetic T People • This is what you’ll find in the Westwood High School. True to the time- worn proverb, social life for the past year has truly been “just one thing after another.” Things started with a bang at the Freshman Reception, and from that time to Commencement night we’ve been banging right along. PR OSH HAZE The Frosh Haze and Reception was held in the High School Auditorium two weeks after the opening of school. The events of the evening started with an impromptu demonstration of freshman dramatic ability, followed by the dreaded initiation, in which the weeping babes played the principal parts. After they had been duly tortured and made to feel their inferiority their ruffled feelings were soothed with green and white ice cream served with cake of the same colors. Stomachs filled, and dispositions one hundred per cent perfect, the other mem- bers of the school retired to the town Auditorium amid the delighted gurgles and coos of the “infantry” who were allowed to follow them. Dancing was enjoyed till the struggling eyelids of aforesaid “infantry” warned all that beds had been left cold and empty long enough, thus beginning the “end of a perfect day.” T II E C II I I' M i: N K [44] BANQUET Anyone who attended the “feed” given to the Susanville girls’ basketball team could, with a clear conscience, deny that there is any foundation for the popular delusion of today, that “girls can’t even boil water anymore.” This might also include school teachers, because Miss Ball proved herself to be a “hum- dinger” in the kitchen. The dinner was served in the Domestic Science room and was attended by the visiting team and coach Miss Lowe, and Mrs. Drury, Miss Neill, Agnes Israelson and Evelyn Chase, who represented the Westwood team. CANDY PULL One of the nicest, stickiest, “gooiest” candy pulls that you ever heard of was pulled in the Domestic Science room for the girls’ basketball team as a reward for their victory over Susanville. There was taffy, taffy everywhere, as the girls realized on cleaning up the next day. Nevertheless all agreed that it was worth it. DANCE A lively “hop” was given at the Auditorium in honor of the Quincy boys, after the Quincy-Westwood basketball game. Good music, a good floor and a peppy crowd ail combined to provide a rousing good time for everyone. The small hand was pointing to small numbers before the dancers were comfortably “sawing wood” and dreaming of those “wonderful brown eyes.” We’ll say the Quincy boys are good sports and just as good dancers. BANQUET Speaking of banquets, you should have attended the one given to the two Alturas basketball teams! After such games as both the boys and girls played, stomachs were bound to be sticking to backbones. Anguished cries for “eats” came from all sides. A substantial lay-out had been prepared at the Cafeteria. Salad, sandwiches, cake, coffee, and everything else good, were eagerly devoured. After appetites had been duly satisfied, speeches were in order from the Principals, Coaches and Captains, and were greatly enjoyed by all present. From here the crowd adjourned to the Auditorium to get some much needed exercise in the form of dancing. T II K (' II I I’ M I' N K [45] FEEDS For a while the girls began to labor under the delusion that the teachers’ house had been converted into a boarding house. A number of the best “feeds” ever fed were served there, thanks to Miss Ball and Miss Neill, a pair who have never failed us yet. Ham and egg sandwiches, doughnuts, cookies, pickles, ice cream, cake, candy, and what didn’t we greedily devour. It is said that some people “live to eat”—well, we’re a pretty live bunch of girls. Mrs. Drury sure knew how to get a good practice out of the principals in the Operetta. She fed ’em! And does she know how to get up a good feed? Um! You should have been there. She had stacks of sandwiches that looked like a lumber yard, a cake, a nice, big gooey chocolate one, and millions of olives. After the “feed” the bunch honored the Show with their presence, just escaping Mr. Measles, who called on Mrs. Drury that very night. SLEIGH RIDE Hear those bells and that unearthly racket? It’s just that High School bunch coming back from a sleigh ride. What a time we had! Two sleighs, full of hay and muffled looking objects from which all kinds of noises imaginable escaped, made their way out toward Goodrich as far as there was any road and back to the Club. A wet, cold, bedraggled bunch climbed out covered with hay and snow, but nevertheless happy. Gallons of coffee and heaps of doughnuts disappeared, to say nothing of the pie and cake a-la-modes that found their way to eternal peace. GIRLS’ STAG How many times have you heard “boys will’be boys?” Perhaps you can’t count them. But have you ever heard “girls will be boys?” Had you been lurk- ing around the High School Gym on a certain cold night in the latter part of January, you would have seen girls be boys. The girls of Westwood High held a stag party. Each “gentleman” brought her lady friend and a long programme of dances was enjoyed. Music was furnished by a jazz orchestra imported on a Victrola record. After dancing all the dances on the programmes (oh, yes, there were real programmes and everything), the gay young chaps found their way to the teachers’ house where supper was served. [«] T IT E CII I PM I’ N K IK)NFI RE RALLY We sure had some red hot rally out in our back yard. That fire was so big it lit up the whole upper part of town. Letters were presented to the boys’ and girls’ basketball teams and the girls’ baseball team. Songs were sung, yells were yelled and speeches made. The whole population thought the town had been invaded by coyotes. After throats were sore and voices husky the Freshmen brought out weenies, buns and coffee. “The poor dogs” were soon sitting on ends of sticks singing their death songs in a series of sizzling, juicy notes. After the “eats” the party broke up. OPERETTA DANCE AND BANQUET A “Fawncy Dress Bawl” was held after the Operetta and the entire cast at- Tended in costume. It was enough to make one gasp to gaze upon that bevy of Persian beauties. Beads of all colors sparkled in locks of raven, brown and gold. Dainty slippered feet kept time to the jazzy tune of “Margie.” About midnight the revelers wended their way to the Cafeteria, where they filled their Persian persons with Spanish tamales, after which they “retired to their siestas.” The cast of “ In the Garden of the Shah” was royally entertained at a banquet April 30th, in the Church dining room. Miss Neill, Miss Ball, Miss Tarke and Miss Pope were hostesses. The decorations, place cards and menus were as clever as anyone could make them. All were there in their costumes and after everyone was seated, wearing his prettiest smile, Prof. Davidson took a flash light. The flunkies then appeared and served the following menu: Harum Scarum Goulash Persian Hard Tack Caged Hycranian Tigers Zohdah’s Tears Desert Sands Nuggets from the Shah’s Gold Mine Oasis in the Desert Gufti Gu The Sheik’s Favorite Stimulant Fruit of the Desert Teheran Sweets T H E r II I P M r N K m After eating our way through the preceding, Mrs. Drury, in the capacity of toastmistress, called for toasts from various members of the cast and faculty. This was one of the jolliest and most enjoyable affairs of the year and everyone with many expressions of appreciation, left with a feeling that they would like to stay longer in the Garden of the Shah. C LASS KNTERT AINM ENTS A series of entertainments was given during assembly periods. Each class had its turn. The stunts were many and varied; some were good and some were better. But we have to hand it to the Juniors with their “Sheet Music” and “Silent Stars.” J. F. D. HOPS At frequent intervals, whenever the notion struck them, the Junior Fire De- partment entertained us with a dance. There were always good eats, good music and a jolly crowd. Here’s hoping they give more next year. [48 ] tui : en i pm r n k BOYS’ BASKETBALL The opening sport at Westwood High School was basketball. Out of the eleven games played, our team won eight. The results of the season’s games were as follows: W. H. S....16...................Inland Yacht Club. . .20 W. H. S....38...................Inland Yacht Club. . . 17 W. H. S....33...................P. C. H. S.............11 W. H. S....37...................P. C. H. S.............11 W. H. S....44...................Westwood G. School.. 11 W. H. S....25...................Modoc Union High. . .42 W. H. S....25...................Crane Team.............12 W. H. S....55...................Westwood G. School.. 13 W. H. S.... 7...................Westwood Team..........23 W. H. S....36...................Inland Yacht Club. . .26 W. H. S....25...................Westwood G. School.. 17 The team lined up as follows: Right Forward.........................................Jens Jacobsen Left Forward.........................................Erwin Morrison Center.............................Elliott Cassidy, Capt. Right Guard..........................................Louis Dixon Left Guard.............................................Art Jensen Substitutes.................Rcuel Pray, Ingerman Jacobsen Much credit is due the boys for the splendid showing they made and for their good sportmanship. r ii e c ii i p m r n k [«] BASKETBALL TEAM TRACK TEAM TIIE CHIPMUNK [50] TRACK The sport following basketball was track. In April a boys’ track team was organized and training began. On the 27th of April we held an Interclass Track Meet. The lower classmen won with a score of 35-30. From those who took part in this meet a track team was picked, which went to Quincy on May 13th to com- pete with Plumas County High School and Loyalton High School. The winner of this meet, P. C. H. S., was awarded a silver loving cup. Westwood took second place and Loyalton third. The scores were: P. C. H. S., 65; Westwood, 21; Loy- alton, 18. Boys’ Track Team 60-yard Dash.......................I. Jacobsen, Reuel Pray ioo-vard Dash........I. Jacobsen, Louis Dixon, Jens Jacobsen 220-yard Dash....................Jens Jacobsen, I. Jacobsen 440-yard Dash...................Erwin Morrison, Fred Niepoth Half Mile...........................Carl Allen, Fred Niepoth Standing Broad..................Reuel Pray, Kenneth Walker Running Broad. . . .Louis Dixon, Fred Niepoth, Elliott Cassidy Running High.........Louis Dixon, Reuel Pray, Elliott Cassidy Pole Vault.....................................Erwin Morrison Shot Put.....Elliott Cassidy, Kenneth W alker, John Carniato Discus.......Erwin Morrison, Kenneth Walker, John Carniato T H E C II I P M I' N K [51] Girls Athletics BASKETBALL The girls of W. H. S. have surely put themselves on the athletic map this year. Basketball started the ball rolling and it gathered speed as it went. A series of interclass games, with an agreement that a feed should be given the winning team, started the season. These games were played at intervals throughout the basketball season, resulting in a victory for the lower classmen. Of course, this was to be expected, as they had a larger number to pick from, and among them most of the first team players. The first interscholastic game was played with Susanville on October 16, 1920. Exciting? Why ask? After letting them put it over on us for three years we decided to show them just what we could do. We showed them all right, and beat them by a score of 10 to 7. As our ambitions far exceeded the contents of our pocket books, only one more game was played. This was one lively tussle with the Alturas girls. V acci- nations, coupled with the weight and size of the opposing team, put a hummer on the second victory. The score was 7-10 in favor of the Alturasites. We planned to returri this game, but due to unfavorable weather and a limited bank account, the trip was called off. At the end of the season block W’s were awarded the team, which was as follows': Forwards—Evelyn Chase, H. Contryman, Agnes Israelson, Captain. Centers...................Capitola Quigley, Mildred Dixon Guards—Joyce Ricketts, M. Jacobsen, Edith Williford, D. Em- erson. T II E C II I P M r N K [ 52 ] BASKETBALL BASEBALL THE (II II’MINK C5 ] INDOOR BASEBALL The next sport which created great enthusiasm was indoor baseball. This game was new to the High School and the girls especially became very interested. A series of games was played with three town teams, the Cafeteria girls, the Rough and Readies and the Camp-fire Girls. In this series the Rough and Ready team was victorious. The line-up was as follows: Catcher..................................Harriet Contryman Pitcher..............................Margaret Jacobsen, Capt. hirst Base...................I.ibbie McIntosh, Evelyn Chase Second Base....................Olive Cessna, Mildred Garrett Third Base......................................Agnes Israelson Right Short.....................................Mona Sevcrns Left Short.................Edith Williford, Dorothy Emerson Left Field.....................Edith Coil, Bernice Houghton Right Field....................Emily Newton, Mable Callendar The results of the games were: W. H. S. .. . .20 . . Cafeteria . . IQ W. H. S.... .11 . . Rough and Readv. . . . 22 W. H. S.... .23 W. H. S.. . . .22 . . Rough and Readv. ... 23 W. H. S... . .12 . Rough and Readv. .. .17 W. H. S.. . . .23 s W. H. S.. . . • 5 . Rough and Readv. • 17 W. H. S.... . l6 . Rough and Readv. .. .15 W. H. S.... 23 . Rough and Readv. .. .18 This sport proved to be a most popular and successful one. Next hope to include some interscholastic games in our schedule. T 11 E CHIP M U N K [,14] TRACK Another new sport in W. H. S. was the organizing of a girls’ track team. On May 13th we went to Quincy to take part in a three-cornered track meet with P. C. H. S. and Loyalton. We were royally treated and had a most enjoyable time. Our team took second place. The score was as follows: P. C. H. S., 31; Y estwood, 15; Loyalton, 13. Giri.s’ Track Team 60-yard Dash—Evelyn Chase, Agnes Israelson, Bernice Hough- ton. 100-yard Dash—Mildred Dixon, Agnes Israelson, Harriet Con- tryman. 220-yard Dash—Mildred Dixon, Margaret Jacobsen, Lee Norah Roberts. Running Broad—Bernice Houghton, Evelyn Chase, Mildred Dixon. Standing Broad—H. Contryman, Capt.; Vera Jones, Edith V il- liford. Running High—Edith Williford, Bernice Houghton, Ruth Wilson. Relay—Margaret Jacobsen, H. Contryman, Mildred Dixon, Evelyn Chase. T II E CHI I’ M U N K [55] To the readers of The Chipmunk Alumni should mean much more than is usually associated with the word. To W. H. S. it means the ushering in of a new department, the realization of hard work and cherished hopes. Today Westwood High School is an accredited school, its prosperity, growth and success is assured. Its alumni may take rank with the graduated of any school regardless of size. Is it any wonder, then, that we, its Alumni, are proud of our High Schcol and its achievement? Is it any wonder that we, in years to come, will take a deep interest in anything which pertains to W. H. S.r A learned dean one time likened a high school without Alumni backing to a cannon ball without a cannon. It is a good illustration and what it depicts is very real. In the years to come, however, the students of W. H. S. need never fear that they will be like the cannon ball without the cannon. The Alumni will always be behind, ready to cheer and aid, each graduating class strengthening our ranks, till from our first graduate in 1918 we may welcome a graduating class of thirty in 1925. So push on and up, Westwood High. May we always be proud of you and give you reason to be proud of us. T II E (' II I 1’ M r N K [5G] .....College of Pacific . . Stanford University .....College of Pacific . Red River Lumber Co. ...........Sacramento University of California University of California .............Westwood .....Westwood Garage Alumni Officers Alumni Harry Lindersmith.................1918.. Theodore Walker....................1919.. Ramona Woodward....................1919 Elliot Cassidy.....................1920. Bess Coil..........................1920.. Enoch Israelson....................1920. Walter Luff.........................1920. Libbie McIntosh....................1920. Yern Ricketts......................1920. President......... 1st Vice-President. 2nd Vice-President Secretary.......... Treasurer.......... Harry Lindersmith .....Walter Luff Ramona Woodward .....Elliot Cassidy . . . Enoch Israelson —E. C, ’20. THE CHIPMUNK [57] Our Exchange Department is still very small, but we hope it will grow rap- idly in the near future. We do not like to criticize, but this is the only way we, and you, can improve. Alpha, Oroville.—Your book is interesting throughout. The stories in the Literary Department are rather short, but good. We would like to hear from you again. Modoc, Alturas.—Your Annual is well arranged. Your stories are good, but why not a few more? Your pictures are very good. We might suggest an Exchange Department. We will be glad to see you again next year. Rays From The Purple, Susanville.—Very original. Your Exchange De- partment is out of the ordinary. A few more jokes would greatly add to your Jour- nal. Please come again. Caduceus, Chico.—You should be proud of your Annual. It is interesting throughout. Your Literary Department is very good. We have only favorable criticisms. Would like to hear from you again. The Sequoia, Eureka.—Departments well arranged. You have an excellent Art Department. Your snaps are good. We would like to keep you on our list. Dictum Est, Red Bluff.—Your book is very original, your pictures are good, and your jokes very clever. Where is your Literary Department? Come again. [58] THE CII I PMUNK Rcuel: “Say, Monkey, do all nuts grow on trees?” Monkey: “Certainly, idiot.” Rcuel: “Tee, hec! I was just thinking how you’d look hanging on a limb.” The High School Days Have their delights; But they can’t compare With High School Nights. A stranger, standing in the schoolyard, seeing one of the boys on the porch, asked who that distinguished person was. “Well,” was the reply, “that person is one in whom our school takes great pride. He is the Hon. Elliott Cassidy, the only person in West- wood who can strut sitting down.” “Johnny,” said his mother, “did you get any marks in school today?” “Yes, ma, but they are in a place where they don’t show.” A lesson in English 11 which was written on the board, contained the following sentence: “Judge not that ye be not judged, for with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged.” Brilliant Scph.: “Aw! Shakespeare.” Ingie: “Evelyn, if you won’t marry me I’ll hang myself, right out in front of your house.” Evelyn: “Oh! Ingie, don’t do that; you know father doesn’t want you hanging around.” Miss Ball (in Shorthand): “Mabel, how is ‘Id’ expressed?” Mabel: “ ‘Ld’ is expressed by raising L (’ell) on one end.” Silently one by one in the records of us poor creatures. Blossom the little Demerits, the Forget-me-nots of the teachers. IN GENERAL SCIENCE. The freshmen were constructing graphs in General Science showing the temperature in Northern California. One boy said: “Have any of you girls got the average of those fig- ures?” Marjorie: “Take mine, I have a good figure.” But the freshman answered dubiously, “I know, but I prefer Edith’s.” MODERN. A little Soph, entered the house carrying a chicken. His Ma said: “Why Erwin! How did you get such a big chicken?” He answered: “I wunned him and I wunned him till his gas give out.” T II E ’ II I P M r N K [59] TIS ALL TOO TRUE. Mr. Davidson (explaining Algebra to Leslie): “Now we’ll say my age is X.” Freshman (disgustedly): “Just like a wo- The better Reucl knows himself, the more suspicious he is of others. LATIN Smallibus boyibus kissa girlorum. Girlibus likabus, wanta somorum; Papabus seca kissa girlorum, Kickabus boyabus outa the doorum. Why is Viola like a hard-boiled egg? Because, she is well DUNNE. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND LOVE. Life is one darned thing after another. Love is two darned things—one after the other. POLICY. We never laugh at teacher’s joke Because the point we see; We always laugh at teacher’s joke Because it’s policy. Druggist: “Did you kill the moths with the moth balls I recommended?’’ Ingic: “No, I didn’t! I sat up all night and didn't hit a single moth.” Mr. Davidson (in Plane Geometry): “Now we will drop a perpendicular up.” Mrs. Berger (in Domestic Science): “Did that fisherman who stopped here have frog legs?” Aggie: “I don’t know, Mrs. Berger, He had long pants on.” Dark street, Banana Peel Fat Man, Virginia Reel. The following notice was put on the Board by the Freshmen: “All Freshmen please report here at seven o’clock sharp Tuesday evening.” The following morning it was changed by some bright Sophomore to: “Awl Freshmans plews ripaut at seving oclok sharp Twesday hevening.” Mrs. Drury: “What is the highest animal life?” Freshman: “A giraffe.” Kenneth Walker (just after Sophomore En- glish, in which “As You Like It” is being studied): “The more I know of that man Shake- speare, the better I love my dog.” YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL. You can always tell a Senior by his sedately dress, You can always tell a Junior by the swelling of his chest; You can always tell a Freshman, he is so timid and such; You can always tell a Sophomore, but you can- not tell him much. Mr. Davidson (in General Science): “How can you boil water on top of a mountain.' ’ Freshman: “Build a fire.” LAZY. First: “My girl is mad at me. She says that I am the most laziest man on earth.” Second: “Why does she say that?” First: “Because I threw a kiss to her.” THE CHIPMUNK r 6° ] HOW TRUE. Mary is a modest girl, She neither swears nor paints; And is she popular with the boys? You know darn well she ain’t. LUCID. Mr. Davidson, at first, was always last, but later he began to get earlier, till at last he was first, though before he had always been last. He soon got later again, though of late he has been sooner, and at last he got behind as before. But I expect he will be getting earlier, sooner or later. Emily: “Olive doesn’t like the way you comb your hair, Elliott.” Elliott: “I don't comb my hair for Ollic; I comb it for my mama.” Peggie: “Oh! You mean your mother combs your hair for you.” NIKE. Kneel and sing a Christmas Carol To our blushing teacher-coach. Espanola, like the Grecians, Bearing gifts to those that fear us, She, a priestess of Diana, Bearing gifts to those that hate us, Heaps the baskets of our rivals W ith the golden fruit of autumn— Great and round, like yellow pumpkins, Covered o’er with pebbled pigskin— Heaps defeat upon our rivals. Victory perches on our standards When you coach us, Carol Neill. Mr. Davidson (in Geometry): “How many hours did you spend on your Geometry last night, Kenneth?” Kenneth: “Ten.” Mr. Davidson: “How so?” Kenneth: “I put my book under my pillow and slept on it.” A FRESHIE’S LAMENT. Humph! he went and stole my girl, But I don’t care; She left me ’cause his hair’d curl, But that ain’t fair; I guess I do feel kinda bad. I wish’t my hair was awful black, 'Cause if it wasn’t quite so red, Maybe I could get her back. Aw but gee! I should worry, There is plenty other Janes. Guess I shine around Grace Murray, She seems to have a little brains; She says she don’t mind freckles, I guess that’s ’cause she’s got a lot. I wish’t I wasn’t so covered with specks, ’Cause if I wasn’t, why maybe Dot— Aw, gee! there I go agin, Just as if I care a bit. She ain’t so cute; she’s kinda thin, Those big blue eyes though sure arc it, And she sure knows how to comb her hair So fluffly all aroun’— Say, now, don’t you think I care, Just ’cause she turned me down. But let me ask you somethin’, And you see if I ain’t true; Ain’t it heck to like some one When they’ve stopped likin’ you? —Evelyn Chase. Rcucl (to Miss Ball, who had charge of the Spanish class during Miss Neill’s absence): “ Say, Miss Ball, can you speak Spanish?” Miss Ball: “No Reuel, I can’t.” Reucl: “Gee! Neither can I. You and I ought to make a good pair.” Just what docs Rcucl mean, we wonder? ? ? ? There was a young lady named Drury, Who seldom was roused to a fury; But my, how she roared When she saw on the board A sketch of a hen and some chickens. Elliott making love to Jennie Johnson, kisses her lily-white hand. Jennie (shyly): “My face isn’t dirty.” THE CHIPMUNK [Gl] ? ? ? ? I We entered Cupid’s garden, We wandered o’er the land; The moon was shining brightly And I held her dainty—shawl! II Yes, I held her little shawl; How fast the evening flies! We spoke in words so tender, As I gazed into her—lunch basket! III I gazed into the basket And wished I had a taste; There sat my lovely sweetheart. With my arm around her-umbrella!- IV Embracing the umbrella Of this dainty little miss. My thoughts were all a blunder As I stole a—sandwich! —M. C, ’22. HIGH SCHOOL CENSUS Nam i As They Are Known Appearance Pastime Pet Expression Ambition Jens Jacobsen........Chauncey.............Small................Spent in study...............“Yes”..................To get a girl Ingeu.ah Jacobsen. lngic..................Sun-Ki� ed............Spent with a Kiri............“Hecli! I dunno . ........' Aik him. I don't know. Jknxie Johnson....... rnntc...............Sedate............. Spent at the piano.....................................To be . dre..makcr, Emilv Newton.........Km...................All sm.Ic........... Spent at work................“AwIGowan”...........To no to colleite. ........!£ ...................................... f‘K,li,h...............“H-hf ...................To be a lady “vaudyville� .” Mh.deedD.xon.........Mickey, .............Slight...............Dancing......................“I'd tell a man! ......To be in comic opera.” . rtiila JKN.oN An He II pa� .......... l-ooking at the inride of car..“Hey! Mona!”......... To be an auto mechanic. Kouts Dixon..........Muhully..............Ung and lean.........Falling over his feet ....... Well, if you don't like it-”. Darned if I k Agnes Jenson.........Shorty...............Oh. Boy!.............Stepping out with “Dct.”.....“No!”...................To have her now. own home. Mona Seveenb..........Pencil,................Resembles her nickname.Chasing Art....................“Hey! Art! ................To catch Art. for keeps. Margaret Jacobsen. .Peggie. ..............Stocky................Spent with Dili,...............“Oh! Go !”..............To be a cartoonist. Oi.ivi. Cmw,a........... H,,lk ..............Goody-goody...........Joy-riding with Schreiner......“Be Gosh!” A«k Sehrei . LkeNokaii Roberts____I-cc.................Faded Ask Schreiner. Xf . „ Chasing around................“Gee!”....................“ Be a stenog ad rice. C 1 0 w...lorky..................Sawed-off............IX,ing mechanical drawing.....“Aw. Heck!”..............To beat Paddock’s records. Agnes Israel ™.......W......................All nght.............Being domestic................“Well, Heck!”............To be a senior. Harriet Contryman ...Hattie.................Pleasing..............Writing letters for student body..“Ye Gods!”............To go away to school.. ReueePHrayALK£R......p ....................It '.................PlayinK tCnniS................“What’ll you bet?”........To make himself a metal airship. RA'................................Short.................Spent with Thelma.............Censored..................To be a good sport. I. dith tt ii.liporu.hd.e...................Blonde ...............Sewing.......................“Yeh!”...................To get a beau. ) “A J°NES...........) ....................pillowy..............Doing nothing.................“Well!”...............'.She lost it. J. ACE Ricketts.......Joy..... ............Good looking.........Spent at the switchboard......“Number!”................To be a business lady. C arl Allen...........Cream-puff............I my..................Eating.......................“Look-ahout! ............Be a baker. Lrwin Morrison.......Monkey.................Uoks like one........Blowing his nose.............“Honk!”..............To be able to play “Star Spangled Ban Rt th Wuson.......... Rootie................Skinny...............Studying Latin................“No. Sir!”................To get one .1 8 Bernice Houghton .... Bernice...............Dark and studious....Studying......................“()h. Gee!”............... To make a one in Latin r ............!Wy StUdiOUS....................-■W ................Can’t be printed..........To maL a Z L U n Dorothy Lmerson.......IX t.................Urge..................Bumming around.......... AUTOGRAPHS tZjf'