Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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[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.

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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.

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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.,