Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 74 of the 1923 volume:

WESTWOOD HIGH SCHOOL Dedica bioi) To MISS CAROL NEILL in appreciation of her untiring effort and the unselfishness with which she has worked for Westwood High School and of her interest in us individually and as a whole, we, the Students of Westwood High School, do affectionately dedi- cate this number of the Chipmunk. 7It. cm ‘ML . A '«£«• A’ltv MISS CAROL NEILI THE CHIPMUNK 'age Seven THE spirit of a school is largely determined by the spirit of its faculty. Even where so large a share of the school government is controlled by the student body as in Westwood High School, the student lead- ers turn naturally to the faculty for suggestion and advice. Our year has been badly broken; illness of members of the faculty, or members of their families, has been responsible for a great deal of absence among the faculty; never-the-less we are completing one of the most successful years of our existence. That this is true, in spite of the disadvantages under which we have worked, is due to the splendid spirit of devotion and co-operation of the Westwood High School faculty, and the loyal support of the student body. —M. R. F. I'uHt 'nifit TUI UiUWUWk MISS NEILL Miss Carol Neill A. B.; U. of C. Mr. Elmo C. Eby M. A.; U. of C. Mrs. M. R. Frodsham A. B.; Vassar College. Mrs. Jane Burger B. A.; U. of Minn. Mrs. Fondalhe Eby M. A.; U. of C. MR. CLARK MR. EBY MRS. FRODSHAM Elmo C. Eby. District Superintendent. Margaret R. Frodsham, Principal. . . Spanish, Girl’s Coach ...................Latin, History ........................Mathematics .................Domestic Science English, Latin, French MRS. BURGER MRS. EBY Mr. Bruce Clark....................................Physical Education A. B.; U. of Stanford. Mr. Hollis D. Miller Mechanical Drawing, Manual Training B. S.; Engineering, U. of Minn. Miss Ade’aide Harrison .............................. English History M. A.; U. of C. Miss Selma Elliger...........................Science, Physical Ed M. A.; U. of C. Miss Irene Ball.................................. Commercial Sabjec.s B. L.; U. of C. the cm I'M i va Eat Sint THE staff takes this opportunity to express their appreciation of the help given them in the publication of this number of the Chipmunk. Especially we wish to thank all the members of the faculty; Mr. Yockey of the Sugar Pine, who has taken a great interest in our annual; Mr. Eastman, the photographer; the typing classes, and the Student Body who. by their co-operation, have made possible the publica- tion of this annual. —W. R. '24 I'agt ' V i THE CHtrxtUKK ANNUAL STAFF Top Row (Left to Right)George Chipman, Art; Mrs. Eby, Faculty Advisor; Harry Mitchell. Bovs’ Ath- letics; Kenneth Walker. Business Manager; Miss Ball, Faculty Advisor; Carl Allen. Josh. _.L i� .1r,Roy— Beatrice Eckert, Dramatics; Ruth Gadehon. Society; Capitola Quigley. Assistant Editor; Edith Williford, Literary; Winifred Rodman. Editor-in-chief; Agnes Israelson, Girls’ Athletics; Edith Coil Exchange; Lydia McKinney. Student Body Activities; Ingerman Jacobsen. Alumni. THE CHUWH’Sk EXCHANGE THE exchange department of an annual is one of its most vital parts as it brings us new ideas from year to year and enables us to see how other schools are being con- ducted. Also the “Chipmunk in going to other schools does much to put Westwood on the map. It shows the other schools that, while we are not as large as the majority of California schools, we have Student Body Self-Govern- ment with the same organizations as the larger schools have. In exchanging annuals with schools with which it is pos- sible to have interscholastic relations, the annual acts as a messenger to tell them where and in what respect the school is most able. The exchange stimulates competition between schools. There is always a certain amount of competition between schools of comparatively the same size. Each school strives just a little harder than it ordinarily would to put out an an- nual as good as those of the schools with which it exchanges. Last spring a number of our annuals were mailed as exchanges, but unfortunately few schools sent a copy of their annuals in return, so the Exchange Department has been omitted this year. Here’s hoping that plenty of Ex- changes will be sent to us this spring. —E. C. '24 LOOKING TWO WAYS IN looking back upon our high school days we realize the many changes that have taken place between that time and the high school of today. The first complete organiza- tion of the Student Body was accomplished in our senior year Of course it was only on a small scale compared to some of the large schools of the state. Our small numbers made it impossible for us to have all of the offices that go with such an organization in other places. But today Westwood High Huge Elevem School boasts of as complete and up-to-date an organization of Student Body Self-Government as is enjoyed in the larger high schools. We had a great deal of trouble in getting the students to co-operate with the officers in school activities. All work was left to a few who were ambitious to see the student body organization thrive. It is discouraging to know that some of the students are not behind you. A discouraged leader can not do justice to his organization, because he feels that every move he makes will meet with bitter criticism. The last two years have shown a great improvement in this respect; everyone is ready and willing to step in and do his share. This brings it’s own reward.— the knowledge that one has had some share in the work that has been accom- plished. High school days are just what you make them. If you are unwilling to help out in school affairs, in things that are vital to the welfare and interest of your school, your school days will mean very little in after years. It is the ever will- ing student who supports all school activities, who is going to get the real worth of his high school days. So let us all be boosters and not knockers. Let us live up to the old slogan. “Come in without knocking and go out the same way”. —I. J. ’21 SCHOLARSHIPS THIS year our high school decided that besides supporting our usual student body activities we could establish a permanent scholarship fund. With the help of the fac- ulty and with the combined support of all our students, the Student Body is able to give two scholarships this year. I'uge Twelve These scholarships are to the student a goal well worth the devoting of his time and efforts to attain. They serve not only as a means to encourage the student in his studies, but also as a guard to his conduct. The student will be more careful of his conduct, and will strive to make his character the best. Such aims and ambitions on the part of the stu- dent benefit not only the school, but more especially the student himself. The scholarships also serve to encourage higher educa- tion. for they are not given for business courses, but only 10 the institutions of academic standing. In a high school there are always many students who would be only too glad of the opportunity to go to college, but whose financial circumstances will not permit. Tha scholarship, though ever so small, is a means of starting on the road to a higher education some boy or girl who will re- flect credit not to himself alone, but to his school as well. —J. R. ‘23 CLASS RIVALRY CLASS rivalry is a very serious handicap to student self- government. In order to control a school successfully by student government, it is necessary to have the un- divided co-operation of all the students. This cannot be pro- cured while there is class rivalry. By class rivalry is not to be understood competition. Competition is a most desirable element in a school as well as in other branches of life. Without competition one’s in- terest lags. If we merely take life as it comes, never trying to do better than the other fellow, or perhaps not even as well, we will never progress. Competition brings out one’s best efforts and also one’s highest talent.-for talent is born of effort. But rivalry, while it has the god features of competition. THE CHIPMUNK has also an element of hatred. It is this hatred that grows and expands, little by little, pushing the good standards maintained by competition to the background. When rivalry grows to excess, students will not co-oper- ate with one another and self government, which is based on co-operation, is completely undermined. —C. Q. ’23 • PROBLEMS IN CONSTRUCTION OUR world has often been likened to a workshop, or to a stage with ourselves the workers or actors. It may be permissible to compare (and contrast) our school to a factory. Shall we suppose our equipment is the factory machinery, the pupils the raw material, and the teachers the operators? Then the pupils, when they leave us. will cor- respond to the finished product. This can be at the best but a crude comparison, and we shall see the similarities perhaps the more clearly through showing the opposite phase by contrast. When working with metal, wood, clay, etc., we are dealing with life- less, unemotional, helpless objects. We may mould the iron to the desired form, veneer and color the wood, and glaze the pottery. The finished product will retain it’s shape and ap- pearance only until acted upon by some outside agency stronger than it’s inherent forces. In school-room activities, we are endeavoring to cope with ever changing conditions and with greatly diversified natures. Methods applicable to one are entirely unsatisfac- tory. if not altogether useless with another; but each pupil is susceptible to some form of treatment and is responsive to it. In the factory undesirable portions may be removed, ob- structive corners rounded off, rough parts smoothed over, and the whole polished. This alone, however, is but super- fiscal. In dealing with human beings we must get to the very heart—the growth must be from within. THE CHI EM UN A In the curriculum work, whether the subject be language or history, shop or mathematics, science or what- not, the idea is to get the right information to the student. But that is not all. our obligation and responsibility do not cease then. It is my belief that this is only a perfunctory duty. Here are characters in the making, and these char- acters are based upon habits being formed daily. The value of the book knowledge acquired is not to be minimized or overlooked, for it is indispensible in the scheme of liberal education. Yet I am convinced that the more worth while side of education is obtained not from books alone, but by contact with really worth while people, and with a mutual and sympathetic understanding. And we as teachers may have and must take our share of this duty. The skilled cabinet maker is able to transform the com- mon boards into the most artistic and valuable furniture. The expert mechanic shapes his metal, plates the brass case, hardens or tempers the steel; and the sculptor models his clay or carves his stone. All of these artisans are dealing with inanimate objects and they shape the objects at will. Our “raw materials’ . boys and girls, present many problems which necessitate new avenues of approach. But because of this, they are more flexible and the more sus- ceptible to direction. Appeal is made to reason and a sense of responsibility developed. The personal touch is the key- note. Just as the artisan strengthens or beautifies his work- ing material, through knowledge of its properties and by his ow n skill attained by long experience, so we may influence the moulding of a character. Once a mutual understanding is reached between pupil and teacher, and a feeling of confidence and respect is gained, the approach is possible. By utilizing the proper means, and by exercising the necessary- patience and judic- ious care, that much desired phase of education can and will be accomplished. As the mark of w orkmanship is apparent on the finished piece, just as unmistakably will the mark of our influence show in the character of our boys and girls. —H. M. ‘age Thirteen WHAT WILL COLLEGE LIFE BE LIKE? TO those members of the graduating class who are going to college the one important question is—What will college life be like? Thoughts about college naturally divide themselves into these divisions,-studies, dormitory or fraternity life, social life, and athletics. No attempt is made to arrange these topics in the order of their importance, for the order would vary with different people. Studies are of grave importance. They shape one’s life work or occupation. Shall one major in political science, economy, commerce, law, medicine or some branch of engineering? From one’s high school studies one can judge what general branch he will go into. His Registrar will then be able to sign him up in some branch of study in which he will do his best. What will dormitory or fraternity life be like? To anyone coming from a small school where he knows every- one and everyone knows him, and going into a school of sev- eral thousands, the thought of associating and living with many people whom he has never seen before is startling as well as intimidating and terrifying. However, he will prob- ably find people the same the world over, after he becomes acquainted wdth them. Will social life be like that which the college papers and magazines picture? In a way wfe half consciously hope it will be. but are afraid it w’on’t. Social functions in college ought to be part of one’s education because they give polish and poise. Athletics always absorb a good deal of one's thoughts. They are important but should not eclipse one’s studies. Summing up all the question marks, any member feels about as conspicuous as a chicken at a colored camp meeting. However, others have boldly attacked college and have won —so w'hy can’t we. —K. W. ’23 I‘� K •ourlftu THE CHIP MUSK STUDENT BODY OFFICERS Top Row i Left to Right)- Miss Elliger. Faculty Advisor Leg. Com.; Mrs. Frodsham. Faculty Advisor Ex. Coin.; Erwin Morrison. Senior Rep. Ex. Com.; Kenneth Walker. Leg. Com.; Gus Dixon. Leg. Com.; John Carnia- to. Senior Rep. Ex. Com.; Miss Neill, Faculty Rep. Ex. Com. Front Row—Ruth Gadehon. Vice-President Student Body and member of Leg. Com.; Beatrice Eckert. Junior Rep.; Ruth Jensen, Student Body Treasurer ar.d member of Ex. Com.; Elsie Stout. Sophomore Rep. Ex. Com.; Agnes Israelson. President Student Body and chairman Ex. Com.; Bernice Houghton. Leg. Com.: Elsie Steed. Freshman Rep. Ex. Com.; Lydia McKinney. Secretary Student Body. THE cm EM UNE STUDENT BODY ACTIVITIES OUR first year of student self-government (1921-22) was such a success, in spite of the many mistakes which as beginners we naturally made, that at the beginning of this school year both Student Body and Faculty voted to con- tinue self-government. One year's working experience with our constitution, however, had shown it’s weaknesses and a revision of it was considered necessary. A joint committee of students and faculty' revised the constitution providing one that thus far this year has worked very well. The Constitution as adopted provides for the usual Stu- dent Body officers, an Executive Committee, and a Legisla- tive Committee. The president of the Student Body is chair- man of the Executive Committee, which is composed of the treasurer of the Student Body, two representatives from the Senior class, one from the Junior and one from the Sopho- more classes, and one representative from the Freshman class, the latter elected at the beginning of the second semester. The Principal and one other faculty representa- tive elected by the faculty are advisory members of the com- mittee having no vote. This committee meets every Wed- nesday afternoon. The Executive Committee has the power to enforce all laws passed by the Student Body, to arrange for all social functions and plan all school affairs, to control the expendi- tures of student body, funds, presenting estimates of all ex- penditures over twenty-five dollars to the student body for approval. A Legislative Committee was appointed for the first time this year. It is composed of the Vice-President of the Student Body, as chairman, and three other Student Body members and one faculty representative appointed by the Principal of the school and the Student Body President. All proposed legislation originates in this committee. Upon the request of three active members of the Student Body this committee must meet to investigate any question that is to be discussed in the next Student Body meeting. They pre- Fage Fifteen sent both sides of the question and open discussion follows. The Executive Committee has proved itself a worth while institution in our school; by enforcing measures neces- sary to maintain a high scholarship, by upholding the descip- line of the school and by carefully planning all Student Body activities and social functions. To assist in the maintenance of discipline they have organized two detention classes, one, a special detention class, to which the committee sends for some definite period of time, all students whose grade in any one subject falls below a three. Such students must make a weekly report of their standing either to the chairman of the committee or to the committee itself. This system has proved very effective in raising the scholarship of some of the lazy or weak students. A second detention class is held for purely disciplinary purposes,—such as misconduct and tardi- ness. This class is in charge of one of the upper-class stu- dents. The first thirty minutes is spent in an old fashioned spelling lesson. Student body meetings are held on alternate Friday afternoons. Reports of the various committees are read, fol- lowed by an open discussion of any new business and a vote thereon. Our Student Body through the excellent planning of the Executive Committee, has had a busy and successful year. We have carried on, in our usual way, all of the customary activities and have undertaken several new activities. The Freshman initiation took a novel turn this year when the upper classmen forced the Freshman boys to es- cort all the girls and carry their books for them from the cor- ner of the school grounds up to the front door of the school house and shine their shoes for them. This caused much merriment among the rest of the student body. In the af- ternoon the second Annual Sophomore-Freshman Brawl was held on the athletic field. Such contests as relay races, jousting ,and tug-of-war tried the strength and skill of the boys who were ably helped by the screams of their weaker classmates. At the end of the last event one would never re- 1‘age Si.t tern cognize the contestants as being members of the Westwood High School Student Body as they were in tatters and black and gritty as could be. The Sophomores won every event of the day except the tug-of-war, and, needless to say, it gave every one of the Freshmen a thrill to end the day by drag- ging the high and mighty Sophomores through a stream of water. Last fall in an effort to reduce Student Body expenses it was suggested that an orchestra be formed. Accordingly a meeting of all pupils interested in music was called and the High School Orchestra was formed. Miss Fern Stitser kindly consented to direct us and through her faithful and diligent work we became sufficiently musical and harmon- ions to be called an orchestra. We have played for all Stu- dent Body dances and have greatly reduced expenditures. Our music has been furnished us by the Student Body. We have also played at meetings of the P. T. A and for the Ladies Aid. The Orchestra consists of: Stanley Davis. Pres- ident; William Corbett, Vice-President: Ruth Jensen. Secre- tary and business manager; Doris Drake, George Chipman, Fred Davis, Henry Coyle, John Carniato, Victor Scammon. and Earl Lane. With our experience and training we can look forward to a better orchestra in quality, if not quan- tity, next year. One of the new features sponsored by the Executive Committee and loyally supported by the whole Student Body, is Choral. The eighth period each Wednesday afternoon is devoted to singing in chorus, popular and well known songs. The student leaders and student accompanists have been as- sisted by Miss Neill, and Miss Rennie of the Lincoln Gram- mar school, who has very kindly given unstintingly of her limited time and her wide knowledge of music and voice con- trol. Early in the second semester the Student Body was di- vided by lot into two literary societies for the purpose of en- tertaining on alternate Friday afternoons after Student Body meetings. The chief feature of the first program given was a thrilling pantomime depicting the love and self sacrifice of THE CHIPMUNK “Wild Nell, “The Pride of the Plains. Another program in- cluded a modern version of “Little Red Riding Hood and a doubtful reproduction of Miss Elliger’s gym class. One of the later programs was entirely in Spanish and included a debate, the reading of several papers on Spain and Mexico, several musical selections and a Spanish play. The latest program was entitled “A Trip Around The World. A group of sailor lads sang about the sweethearts they had had in different ports, and as they mentioned them, girls dressed in the native costumes of the different ports came out and. in turn, danced or sang for them. There were Irish, Dutch, Hawaiian, Spanish and Japanese girls; finally the American girl came and was declared the girl of the sailor’s choice. Perhaps the most worth while activity that we have un- dertaken is our new Scholarship Fund. Early in the school year we decided to start such a fund with which we could send at least one senior to a university for one year. A committee was appointed to investigate how other schools awarded scholarships and to determine how we would award ours. It was then decided that the proceeds of the an- nual High School Circus would be put into this fund. This affair netted us something over four hundred dollars, so the fund is firmly established. Members of the High School and Grammar School Faculties produced “Stop Thief for the benefit of the fund and added another two hundred dollars to it. The scholarship for this year has not yet been award- ed, but it will be announced on Commencement night Our second annual High School Circus was held in the Auditorium February 17, where many wonderful side shows, clowns, wild animals, hula-hula, and ballet girls entertained the crowds—and there certainly was a crowd and how they did enjoy the pop-corn, chewing gum, pink lemonade, kew- pie doils. and best of all the jitney dance. Two clever vaude- ville programs were staged at 9:30 P. M. and again at elev- en o’clock. It was even a better and bigger circus than that of last year. One of the best indications of the co-operation that ex- ists in the Westwood High School is Labor Day. Our second THE CHIPMUNK annual Labor Day was Saturday March 24, when all the boys from the high and mighty Senior to the lowly Fresh- man showed up on the athletic field to get the track ready for Spring training. Some dug out rocks, others drove teams and hauled away the rocks, and still others ran the scraper. By evening the track was in excellent condition. The girls did their bit by preparing a hot luncheon of chili con carne, buns, coffee and cake, which was served to the hungry work- ers at twelve o’clock. The latest activity that our Student Body is sponsoring is a typing contest between High Schools in three near-by counties. The date set for this contest is May 12, and all the members of the Student Body, even though they are not interested in typing are looking forward to entertaining the visiting contestants. An amusing incident of this year’s school life was the “Mock Trial.” staged by the Senior class, in which one “Monk” Morrison of the Senior class was accused of at- tempted suicide, and tried before the High Court of Justice of Westwood High School. The jurors and many witnesses were taken from the Student Body as a whole. It was an ex- cellent method of teaching correct court procedure, al- though it necessarily caused much merriment. The jury disagreed and so the three justices rendered the decision, finding the prisoner guilty and sentenced him to be hanged at the next Student Body meeting. The prisoner was hanged in effigy. —L. Me’ ’25 —R. J. ’24 THE APPLE TREE Your trunk is strong, Your limbs are long, Your leaves are soft and green; Your blossoms pink To apples shrink; Soon on your boughs is seen The ripe red fruit Of summer’s suit. —A. J. ’26 MEMORIES Page Stventten I know of a school A queer little place, Where the curtains and shades Are all made of white lace. I know of the vines And the lilies that grow By the side of a school As white as the snow. I know of the teacher Who in the school stays, And teaches the children To write and to play. The games that she knows. Everyone likes the best. They start with a laugh And end with a jest. So all the day thru They study and play. Until they’re dismissed At the close of the day. —H. C. ’26 THE SUNSET At evening when the sun is low, The western sky is all aglow, And as if vying with the blue. The sunset sheds a crimson hue. And on a peaceful winter night It casts its rayfc on the snow’s pure white; But the summer with her twilight’s calm. Seems like unto some soothing balm. —M. B. '26 THE ANNUAL PICNIC l‘u£r Eighteen Leaving early in the morning. Lunches every car adorning, Autos spin along at a very fast pace Hurrying to arrive at the picnic place. Arriving there we are given a scare, Chevrolets missing but they finally get there; Fires are built, the lunches are cooked; The program for the afternoon is already booked. Seniors have eaten and feel ready for sport. They get all the freshmen and cut their hair short; Then the fun is only beginning With clothes and all they are pushed in swimming. The day draw’s to a close, we’ve had a frolicking good time. We set out for home, we’re feeling sublime; With two or three blow’-outs. and a couple of punctures. We arrive safely home none the worse despite lunches. —E. S. ’26 the chipmvsk REFLECTIONS OF A SENIOR Though we are leaving Westwood High, And the hour for parting has come, We will always think of the days gone by. And wish those days had just begun. After we’ve left our friends to roam, And they all take separate ways, How we will wish for Home Sweet Home And our good old High School days. Though we’ve not always obeyed our teachers Nor obeyed the golden rule. And they sometimes say “W’hat creatures,” We still like the good old school. We know no matter how we try. We never will forget The good old times at Westwood High. And the jolly pals we met. —G. L. ’26 THE CHIPMUNK Page Nineteen THE first thing to ask about a man is. “What class does he belong to?” It all makes a difference whether he is a toddling Freshman, or a self-important Sophomore, or a hopeful Junior, or—the sev- enth heaven—a mighty Senior. It all makes a difference. It is a convenience for administrative purposes, and also in organizing for athletics, in entertaining and in naving a little fun at one another’s expense. But aside from this it makes no difference at all. We are all one, and what is more, we are conscious of it. —E. A. H. I’aj t Irmly rut. chipmi aa CARL ALLEN RUTH GADEHON AGNES ISRAELSON JOHN CARNIATO BERNICE HOUGHTON THE CHIPMUNK Pune TwenlyOnr CAHITOLA QUIGLEY ERWIN MORRISON GUS DIXON AGNES JOHNSON VERA JONES ‘agt Twmiy-Ttpo KENNETH WALKER EDITH WILLIFORD THE CHIPMUNK JOYCE RICKETTS RUTH WILSON CLASS HISTORY NOW the history of our class is in this wise: In the year of our Lord one thousand, nine hundred and nineteen we did enter through the Portals of Knowledge. But as we approached the Sanctuary of the Learned we did greatly fear. For it came to pass that a certain tribe called Sopho- mores beset us and made us to gaze miserably upon life. But 't came to pass likewise that much of the time we did feast and make merry. And we were called those of the tribe of Freshmen and the name fitted and became us well. Now it so happened that many times we were saddened by, the departing from us of one of our fellows and we did grieve and sorely lament. For on entering this pilgrimage we were twenty strong, but the departing of some to other lands and the falling of others by the wayside, we entered the Sophomoreland but thirteen in number. There be some that say this number bringeth ill-luck, but to the goodly fel- lows of this class came many worthy blessings and much merry-making. In the third year of our merry-making journey one met us by the way'and, joining our ranks , raised our number to fourteen. But as we drew near the promised land whither we strove, Dan Cupid, making conquest from the wayside, did pierce the heart of one of our members so that she fell and could not arise, and we passed on sorrowing greatly. But we were cheered by one who had hurried through the lands of Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior to pass with us through the portals of commencement. The number at the end of the fourth year is fourteen and they are these:- Kenneth Roswell, of the house of Walker, who, by com- mon consent of his fellows, reached the office of president of Senior Class. By much good and hard work through the four years he also became valedictorian. Ruth Marie, whose surname for the present is Wilson and who as a reward for her diligence was mac second n command as salutatorian. Johnnie James, of the house of Carniato, who did give I'anr 7‘aemly- Three us merit by joining the class after only two years sojourn in this land. Agnes Helen, surnamed Israelson, who, true to her name, was the chosen one and guided our wandering band for one year as president of the Student Body. Vera Juanita, only daughter of Thomas of the house of Jones. Carl Howard, whose surname is Allen. Bernice, surnamed Houghton. Erwin Anthony Francis, first son of “Bud” of the house of Morrison, known better in this school-land as “Monk.” Ruth Marie, surnamed Gadehon, who did join our company in our third year. Joyce Edith, only daughter sent to gladden the house of Ricketts. Augustus McCord, whose surname is Dixon. Agnes Ella, surnamed Johnson, who is a very worthy member. Capitola Anne, whose surname is Quigley. Edith Cecelia, first daughter of the house of Williford, who now speaketh unto you these words of enlightenment. —E. W. ’23 CLASS PROPHESY BEING instructed by the worthy class of 1923 to look in- to the uncertain future, I find it necessary to consult a famous clairvoyant, Madame Joyza, concerning these coming notables. Cautiously I enter the dimly illumined room. The smothering incense, the depressing atmosphere, have a de- pressing effect upon my already faltering courage. I man- age to seat myself upon a chair and to convey to Madame Joyza the purpose of the desired seance. She merely nods and with a graceful movement of her hand points to the crystal. 'j f Twenty� Four Slowly the magic ball clears and I am to gaze on life in the year of our Lord, nineteen-thirty-five. .Zounds! with a thud I land in what seems to me some two hundred miles within the interior of the earth. The situation, however, is not quite that bad, being only in the underground mansion of my illustrious schoolmate, Ruth Wilson. She is a highly noteworthy personage known as the “Master Mind.” She has all the data concerning the rest of my dis- tinguished class-mates. Edith, it seems, is endeavoring to fulfill the highest mis- sion in life, that is, to train an ideal man. She hopes to finish soon and to present to the world her most miraculous ac- complishment. Ken, I find is struggling in the wilderness of Africa try- ing with zealous faith to deliver a flock of heathen from the darkness of sin and eternal damnation. It is said his college training in football and track has aided him greatly in several instances. Monk, perhaps from his deep interest in chemistry, has become one of the best perfume salesmen known throughout the west. Capitola,—but why question, since her life’s problem was solved on the thirteenth of July, that famous year 1923. (Those of you who remain in the dark concerning the dark significance of this date will kindly direct your questions to- ward Cap). Bernice and Vera have joined forces in the manage- ment of a beauty shop. Their invention of a hairless coiffure has added greatly to their financial prosperity. Aggie, a charming divorcee is taking an extended tour throughout Europe. When she returns she expects to take up duties as first lady of the land. And would you believe it! Hick is the owner of a fine putomobile factory for he developed the great rival of the Ford and now “Hick Cars” are met on every county road throughout the West. THE CHIPMUNK Johnnie has found his place in the world as the star of “Aesop’s Fables.” He has replaced the sauve Valentino in the heart of the feminine world. Agnes Johnson has become the editor of the “True Story Magazine.” Being a capable business manager the business has proved a huge success. Lastly, Doggie,disappointed in love, has become the cel- ebrated rolling stone. At present he is making an experi- mental trip to Mars,—so no exact statement can be made concerning his future. Madame Joyza looks up laughingly while I endeavor to collect my bewildered senses. The Madame discloses her identity and is none other than Joyce Ricketts. We discuss at length the strange turn of affairs and also she tells me how she was inspired to choose her present profession. The pleasant tete-a-tete is completed by my being taken into her employment as one of the spirits necessary to hoodwink the trusting public. —R. G. '23 CLASS WILL WE. the class of 1923, in fourteen individual and dis- tinct parts, being about to pass out of this realm of knowledge and in full possession of an abundantly supplied mind, a well trained memory and an almost super- human understanding do make and publish this, our last will and testament. First: To the leading paper of our city, the Westwood Sugar Pine,” we give and bequeath all the events of our lives, past, present, and future, with all the scandals, sen- sations. hair-breadth escapes, glorious attainments, and other deserved or undeserved notoriety or fame with which we may have been or may hereafter be associated, trusting that they may furnish plenty of material for news items and brilliant editorials for ages to come. THE CHIPMUNK Second : To our class teacher, Miss Carol Neill, our deep regard, esteem, respect and profound admiration. We, likewise, do will and bequeath the following in- dividual articles and hope they may be valuable assets to those who may receive them; also a continual reminder of the generosity of heart displayed in our free and full be- stowal : Erwin Morrison’s remarkable vocal ability to Myrtle Barmore; his position on the basket ball team to Stan- ley Davis and his meek and gentle manners to Winifred Rodman. Agnes Israelson’s affection for the stronger sex to Beatrice Eckert; her extraordinary dramatic talent to Edith Coil and her presidential powers to the future student body presidents. Edith Williford’s tendency to argue with Mr. Eby to Floyd Meyers; her l’s (?) in chemistry to Myrtle Barmore and her skill in basket ball to Beatrice Eckert. Kenneth Walker’s permanent wave to Hans Jacobson and his incomparable art of bluffing to Winifred Rodman. Ruth Gadehon’s ability for captivating a member of the Morrison family to Frances Simpson and her animation and vivacity to Clay Fisher. Carl Allen’s efficency in starting fads and styles to Donald Sangster ; his excellent grades to Ruth Jensen and his ingenuity to Fred Neipoth. Ruth Wilson’s gift of argument to Laura Challin and her capacity of steering clear of detention to Louis Carrol (hoping he may manage to leave school at four o'clock at least five times in the coming year.) Agnes Johnson's pleasing giggle to Ruth Jensen and her exquisite beauty to Leona Sommers. t’ugi Ivcmly- hive Bernice Houghton’s childish ways to Lucille Likens; her long curly locks to Anna Jacobson and her baseball talent to Irene Brady. John Carniato’s Prince Charming manners to Tootsie (Ed) Felion and his passion for Latin to Junius Dixon. Vera Jones’ sarcasm to Fred Davis and her steno- graphic talents to Ruth Scott. Augustus Dixon’s pessimism to Albert Barmore; his drawn out length to George Chipman and his tendency- to remain nymphlike to the other member of the Dixon family. Joyce Rickett’s sweet disposition to Hugh Adams and her flapperish behavior to Mazie Bonney. Capitola Quigley’s husky physique to Bill Corbett and her speed to Hans Jacobson. Signed: Capitola Quigley Witnessed by: Ruth Jensen, Junior President. Ethel Bonney.Leading Sophomore. Hugh Adams, Chief Freshman. LAMENT OF YE ENGLISH STUDENTS What e’er my English teacher says. Goes singing through my ears; I’m sure if I live long enough ’Twill keep ringin’ there for years. Especially that stern request, “Write a poem and do your best!” It’s then I wish I might have been A poet like those mighty men Who wrote the wond’rful rhymin’ things Which now our teacher at us flings. But then they’re dead and I might be. If I should write such things, you see. —D. D. ’25 1‘ugt vtnly.Six Tilt. CHIPMUNK JUNIOR CLASS ■ Left to Right—Hans Jacobsen. Ruth Jensen. Beatrice Eckert, Stanley Davis. Myrtle Barmore. Edith Coil. Floyd Myers. Winifred Rodman. George Chipman. THE CHIPMUNK Page Twenty-Seven JUNIOR CLASS Class Colors—Gold and Green Class Flower—Yellow Rose Class Motto Twa Pi Class Officers President ............................................Ruth Jensen Vice-President ..............................................Fred Niepoth Secretary and Treasurer..................................Beatrice Eckert Of the fifteen who resigned as “Sophisticated Sophomores’’ last year only nine found their way back on September 7, 1922 to become upper classmen. At the first of the term we lost John Carniato, who will graduate with the Senior Class this year. During the year three new members have been added to our ranks, Floyd Myers, Myrtle Bar- more, and Harry Wilkenson. We have taken an active part in all high school activities and, we hope, have proved ourselves loyal to the Stu- dent Body. —B. E. ’24 Pagi Iwrnty-Eight THE CHIPMUNK SOPHOMORE CLASS Top Row (Left to Right)—Clay Fisher, Vincent Felion, Harry Mitchell, Jack Hewitt. Junius Dixon, Fred Davis. Middle Row—Laura Chaffin, Ethel Bonney, Vivian Long. Elsie Stout. Doris Drake. Front Row—Lydia McKinney, Dorothy Dix, Frances Simpson. Maryan Martin. Maxine Forcum, Leona Summers. SOPHOMORE CLASS President...... Vice-President Secretary ..... Treasurer ..... Class Colors: Purple and Gold Class Officers .....................................Ethel Bonney ......................................Clay Fisher ..................................Leona Summers ......................................Elsie Stout The class of ’25 has passed the green-horn stage. We are no longer trembling Freshmen but are now fully recognized members, duly “wised up” as to the ways of this worthy organization. The class was very active in school affairs last year, we hope we have lived up to our reputation this year and we shall try to do so in the future. —M. F. '25 Thirty TUT CHIPMUNK FRESHMAN CLASS Top Row (Left to Right)—Elsie James. Ruth Scott. Gladys Lowe. Anna Jacobsen, Ma .ie Bonney, Elsie Steed, Marie Wilson, Mildred Lamson, Pauline Minshall, Alice Hall. Irene Boshoff. Genevieve Plummer. Irene Brady, Rosella Walker, Lucille Likins. Middle Row—Joe Enos, Clyde Vernon. Howard Costar. Earl Lane, Hugh Adams. Bill Corbett, Greg De- Costa, Edward Felion, Victor Scammon, Harvey Gilbert. Lewis June. Front Row—Milton Rosentreter, Everett Hall, Joe Sharon. Henry Coyle. Fred Morrison. Lewis Carrol. Ira lackey. FRESHMAN CLASS Class Colors: Red and White Class Flower: Carnation Class Motto : Class Officers President...... Vice-President ....Hugh Adams Gregory DeCosta ... Gladys Lowe Mildred Lamson Secretary Treasurer Inasmuch as we are Freshmen we are treated as such. But—“from the lowly acorn sprang the mighty oak. When we timidly entered High School last September, wide-eyed and too conscious of hands and feet, we thought that both faculty and upper classmen treated us with condescension. But in time we gained a truer perspective and found that we were only, being assigned our proper place on the school’s academic ladder. Now we look upon the upper classmen and faculty not as heartless tyrants, but rather as friends trying to give us a help- ing hand to make less difficult the ascent to the topmost rung where a blazing '26 marks the high school goal which we hope to attain. We started out with a large class and although a few dropped from the ranks the vacancies were soon filled by other recruits. We now number thirty-eight. Partial success is already ours as was shown by the active part we took in all student affairs. In speaking of the glories we hope to gain, let us not forget the one who guided us through the most difficult year of all—the Fresh- man year. Hats off to Miss Ball, our faithful friend and class teacher. —M. L. ’26 f‘ Zt Thirty-Two THE CHIPMUNK I WITH the graduation of the six members of the class of 1922, the Westwood High School Alumni was increased last June to twenty-one members. The organization is growing very slowly and the members are badly scattered, so that we have not been able tc express our loyalty to Westwood High School in any tangible way. It is our hope that within the next few years our organization will become large enough to enable us to be of real value to the school. Some of us have gone to college, others have taken up work in the various walks of life. It is the ambition of each of us to rise to such a level that Westwood High School will be as proud of us as we are of it. —I. J. '21 Harry Lindersmith .. Theodore Walker ... Ramona Woodward .. Enoch Israelson .... Walter Luff. Jr..... Vern Ricketts Elliot Cassidy...... Bessie Coil......... Elizabeth McIntosh . Evelyn Chase ....... Jennie Johnson...... Mildred Dixon Emily Newton........ Jens Jacobsen ...... Tngerman Jacobsen .. Lewis Erbes......... Lee Norah Roberts Louis Dixon ........ Margaret Jacobsen Fletcher Walker. Jr. Lillie Maud Birdsong 1918 ............Stanford University 1919 ............Stanford University 1919 .............College of Pacific 1920 .............Westwood, Calif. 1920............University of Calif. 1920 Westwood. Calif. 1920............University of Calif. 1920...............Susan ville, Calif. 1920 .............Westwood. Calil 1921 Westwood, Calif. 1921...............San Jose Normal 1921 San Francisco 1921...............Westwood. Calif. 1921...............Westwood, Calif. 1921 .............W’estwood. Calif. 1922 ..........University of Calif. 1922...............Westwood. Calif. 1922 Westwood, Calif. 1922...............Westwood, Calif. 1922..............Stanford University 1922...................Los Angeles Alumni Officers President.......... 1st Vice-President . 2nd. Vice President Secretary .......... Treasurer ......... ..Harry Lindersmith ......Walter Luff Ramona Woodward ......Elliot Cassidy ...Enoch Israelson THE CHIPMUNK ’« f Thirty- ‘our LITERATURE is one of the vital necessities of all peoples and periods, for, lacking it, no nation, tribe or clan can show its development through the ages. Its history becomes forgotten unless records are kept; not only statistical records but literary as well. It takes the school to develop literature and the best way to show results is in the Annual. No one knows how talented he or his neighbor may be until that talent is developed and brought out in the school. The English classes may, and undoubtedly do, stimulate and encourage literary production, but the Annual is the real test. When we are all striving for a place of honor for our literary efforts in the Annual, we then achieve our crowning successes and know that we have produced our best. —E. W. '23 THE CHI EM UNK PICTURES IN THE FIREPLACE THE light fom the dying embers fitfully started and spluttered, and the last of the embers threw flickering shadows along the wall. The coals glowed a crimson red. As I lay on the hearth rug, chin cupped in hands and with sleepy, half-closed eyes gazing into the fire-place, the coals seemed to take on various and fantastic shapes. Some of them resembled castles standing against the glowing sun. Why there was a castle! I was standing in a courtyard and an attendant, of portly build and glowing countenance, was asking me how I came to be in “My Lord’s domain.” I made a brave attempt to explain, but to my aston- ishment and dismay I could not. I just happened there, that was all. Gasping, I looked at him in utter be- wilderment. He seemed a jolly sort, however, and smiling broadly, offered to take me to the king. How everything glowed, as red as coals! Taking courage, 1 asked him who the king was. My question seemed to astonish him, but he told me that the castle belonged to King Coal. Of course I was very much surprised to be in King Coal’s realm, so I asked if it were the King Cole of my nursery book. He replied, with con- siderable gravity, that there was but one King Coal. By this time we had reached the King, whose goodly proportions made him look as stuffed and as comfortable as an upholstered chair. He seemed very jovial and contented as he sat there smoking his pipe. I knew then that he was the king of my nursery book although it did seem strange that his name should be spelled differently. There were his fiddlers three, who, pausing in their playing stared at me, as did also, the glowing faced king. He, realizing my embar- rasment at this discourtesy, laughed in his jolly way and bade me welcome. He told me many interesting things about his kingdom, especially the strange fact that it never rains there, ex- plaining as he stated this, that if it ever did rain, his kingdom would vanish. His face sobered for a moment, fatfc Thirty- hive but he again resumed the accustomed role of the jovial old King Coal. We talked for a long time about many and various sub- jects, when, all of a sudden, the patter of rain was heard above the castle throne-room. The King and the court attendants grew dim. I be- came frightened, for someone was rudely shouting some- thing in my ear, and shaking me. I could not make out the first part, but the last words were, “It’s raining, its rain- ing!” I iumped with a start, and my sister was fairly scream- ing, “Wake up! Can’t you hear it raining? And the fire’s gone out! I should think you’d wake up; when you’re freezing, at least!” I rubbed my eyes, and looked into the fire-place. Sure enough, the castle had disappeared, just as King Coal had prophesied. —M. L. � 26 fcS - V HOMER’S RETURN YE men of Ithaca, that are minded to hear of a land which honors not our gods yet does prosper mightily, gather near and I shall recite a tale more wonderful than of the rightly-famed wanderings of crafty, god-like Odys- seus. Just returned, have 1, from a land far towards the setting sun, where men call themselves “New Yorkers” and take mighty pride in their patronymics and wax exceeding merry at the fate of any traveler from beyond their horizon which is bounded by light-blotting temples, builded not to the gods of war, love, or the sea. but to the God of Gold. These temples rise high from the street of the city, even shutting out a sight of Apollo’s chariot as he makes his daily trip across the god-kept heavens. No games are given to the gods and he of the fighting men is sneered at as common, and is thought of as a rough neck who holds no gold and therefore must hide his head, for gold alone Tiifjc Thirty-Six is the worth of man. And no man says of his brother, “How did he get it? only is heard on every side, “How much has he?”—No man asks of another, “Is he a credit to the Mother who bore him?” Is he staunch and brave of heart in battle? No such question did any man ask another, but veryr often each day the streets hummed with the cry “How’s business?” This seemed to be a prayer offered to their god, but none made sacrifice. Pluto granted my return to earth and happy was I in my heart. But I found my beloved Gree ks making prayer to the God of Gold in the foreign city of New York and piling one coin on the other by shining the world’s shoes, while the glory that was Greece decays from neglect. I gladly return to Hades, where there are a few at least, who care not for the God of Gold. —H. A. ’26 MOTHER There sits our mother, so old and gray Gone from our home far, far away, Across the ocean, across the sea, Oh, please bring back my mother to me. I can remember when she used to say, You will think of me children when I’m far away, I can remember when she’d kneel and pray. For our dear father who had gone far astray. God bless my children who are left alone, Without a father, without a home. Oh, those dear arms that press up tight. As we were kneeling for prayer at night. Through the long toilsome days she went, With ouiet sweetness like an angel sent, I watched her tender tireless care, Caressing here, relieving there. There sits our mother so old and gray, Gone from our home so far away, Across the ocean, across the sea, Oh, please bring back my mother to me. —G. P. ’26 THE CHIPMUNK MORNING Wafted on the wings of morning, Through my window comes to me. Just a breath of spring-time flower, Like the scents of Araby. Softly while the sun is riding, Scents of flowers yet unborn Stole within my lifted window, Through the silence of the morn. Then the silence there is broken By the sky-lark’s mating call, Which he sends out through the morning As God’s greeting unto all. —B. H. ’23 BROWN’S RECORD IT was very quiet and warm and all through the big hos- pital was silent as a tomb. The patients were all sleep- ing. and one in the morgue was sleeping the last long sleep. Brown had just joined our staff and until the fall se- mester opened in the apprentices’ training school he was to do night duty, with two or three other beginners. We had no need of them at night, but the Captain thought it was good training for them. The hospital morgue was on the basement floor at the end of a long hall nearly a hundred yards long. From this hall a flight of steps mounted to the hospital office on the upper floor. Our building was very old and, like all build- ings in a seaport, was infested with huge rats. Whenever we had a body in the morgue it was imperative that a guard be placed with it to keep the rats from eating it. About midnight I told Brown he had better prepare a lunch and take it to the guard in the morgue. Brown seem- ed not at all terrified and I thought no more about it, as I heard him go along the hall. It was so quiet the least THE CHIPMUNK Pair 7'hirly-Srt rn sound could be heard and the moon shone through the win- dows so calmly that goblins or walking dead men were miles from my mind. All of a sudden there was a shriek and crash of crock- ery and Brown stood in front of me. The racket and Brown came together. His eyes were staring as if they had just seen into the lower regions, his breath came in short cough- ing gasps. He was such a picture of terror that my own heart beat violently. 1 did, however, gain my wits enough to ask what was wrong. He could not speak in his usual calm fashion but screamed, “He talked to me.” I came down to earth at once for, if it were something that talked, it should be all right. “Who talked to you Brown?’ He made it worse when he sputtered “The dead man.” It was plain to be seen that whatever was the matter. Brown believed a dead man had been talking to him and he did sound most convincing—there in that huge silent place, where thousands of men had died in the last hundred years and I had seen some hundred die there myself. I said to Brown, “Let’s go down and taik to him some more.’, A ter some urging Brown said he would follow me down to the morgue. We went together down the long hall with the moon casting shadows through the windows from the large elms outside. The lights were out in the morgue and as the windows were all frosted, a more ghostly light than that which came through them could not be imagined. I turned the lights on immediately, for if I were to hold con- versation with a corpse I wanted to get a good look at him. Corpse my foot! The guard had stood the corpse up in the corner and was lying on the table himself. We all had quite a laugh and cleaned up the mess where Brown had dropped the tray when the guard, awak- ened from his nap, spoke to him. “It is no disgrace to run when there’s a good reason and I claim to hold all records up to one hundred yards.” —H. A. ’26 YOU NEVER CAN TELL OH Lord! I was drowning. The rushing waters covered my head; I struggled again to the top, for I was young and desired life as only a boy of seventeen can. But in vain, the whirling waters again closed over me. I gasped. I choked. I struggled with all my might but the tempestuous and unpitying element heeded not. Like a flash a swift train of thoughts passed through my mind. I saw myself in Mr. Jones’ watermelon patch recklessly plundering his choice fruit. Again I was spying on my sister Kate who was in the parlor with her latest catch. I thought it amusing at that time, but now—all I could do was to remember and to repent. How I felt for the poor damsels who had fallen for my wistful eyes, curly hair and peculiar nose and whom I had calmly deserted when my admiration had waned. If only I had my life anew how different it should all be but alas—. Zounds! a mocking laughter grated on my ears. Was it Nemesis. I awoke to find Kate preparing to dash a third cup of water upon my luckless head. Well, you never can tell what dreams will do. —R. W. R. G. ’23 REFLECTIONS OF THE NEW ARRIVAL HEN I arrived there was a great commotion at our house. I seemed to satisfy the family for when nurse held me up and said, “It’s a boy.” father just roared he was so delighted. This is only my second day and I’ve already been ex- Ve Thirty Eight hibited to about six aunts, four uncles, twelve cousins, and to Grandpa and Grandma. I wish I had chosen a family with fewer relatives. But I like Grandma she is such a dear and so sensible. Grandma says I look like my father. Isn’t that queer? But everyone has a right to his own opinion, I suppose. Four weeks old to-day, isn’t that grand! Gee, I don’t know what I’d do if Grandma wasn’t here. When I cry Grandma comes and picks me up and rocks me to sleep, but Mother grabs me and says, “No, he will be terribly spoiled.’’ She puts me to bed and lets me bawl till I go to sleep. Why doesn’t she let me have a little joy once in awhile? Why can’t she be sensible like Grandma? Gee, I am getting to be quite old, five months to-day. One day I let them know' I could creep. I wish I hadn’t. Now instead of letting me sit in my nice comfortable buggy they put me down on the floor and expect me to creep.—especial- ly when company comes. Then the company all shout,—“Oh isn’t he a fine big boy. He will be walking soon.” I have made up my mind not to w'alk too soon. If I do they’ll make me travel for myself and will never carry me again. Take life easy while you can,— is my motto. I wish people would leave me alone-especially mother’s visitors. They all tickle me under the chin and say. “Tsn’t he a dear.” “Isn’t he cute.’’—etc. It makes me feel stupid. How can one be a man w'hen one is treated this way. Tomorrow I’ll be one year old, quite a youngster as father tells my mother. I wras crying and feeling my gums w'hen one of my stupid aunts said to me. “Does ‘oo ‘ittle tooffies hurtum the boy?” That w'as silly. Grownups are funny, but I guess I shouldn’t say anything because I suppose I’ll have to be one someday. —M. M. '25 THE CHIPMUNK THE IDEAL AMERICAN AN ideal American, by birth or adoption, realizes that the blessing of citizenship carries with it certain duties and obligations. He is one that is healthy in body and mind ; charitable toward the views of others, possessing the courage of his convictions; demanding the fullest liberty possible under the law not only for himself but for his neighbors; absolutely opposed to religious intolerance in any form and the unalterable foe of any form of bigotry; willing to do his part in securing good government; proud of his na- tion yet willing to grant the merits of others; one who be- lieves in individual control wherever possible, and only such governmental control as is absolutely necessary; one who has an abiding respect for the law himself and is ready and willing at all times to safe-guard and protect the funda- mental law against any dangerous inroads. In his heart is implanted a deep sense of real patriotism—not the patriot- ism that finds its expression in the blatant proclaming of one’s championship—but the patriotism that stands for genuine love of country, a willingness to make a great per- sonal sacrifice, if need be, in maintaining the freedom and glory of America. He is the ideal American who takes for his rule of life, “All things that ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.” Such a rule adhered to by all would prove an effective antidote for all the ills, distempers, and false “isms”-local. state, national and world-wide- that today are so seriously affecting and threatening our institutions and civilization. —H. A. ’26 BROKEN VOWS WILLIAM MacLeod was a confirmed old bachelor. He was. he had long persuaded himself, a bachelor by conviction and choice. It was not. he said, that he was afraid of women that he carefully avoided their society. It was simply that he did not wish the poor, weak creatures to imagine for a moment that he would succumb to any of their THE CHI EM UNH wiles. He spoke but little to anyone, but when he did speak he usually said something in contempt of married life, and of women,- especially of “the silly young things of today. Not that he held a more favorable opinion of their older sisters.—for William was a determined bachelor. No Vestal Virgin had ever taken a more solemn vow to eschew marri- age than had William. What is more—he had no need of a wife to keep house for him or to teach him orderliness . He lived in a large, brown house at the end of Pine street in Lousiville. On first approaching the house it looked a good deal like a barn; but on drawing near, one found it to be very attractive.On one side was a very pretty old fashioned garden with holly- hocks and primroses bordering the walks. On the other side was a very neat trim little orchard. When one thinks of a bachelor one also thinks of a dirty and unkempt house and an unkempt garden, but William was different. Indeed that is the way the much ignored old maids described him in their weekly tea parties and sewing circles- William was different. On a particular afternoon the town gossips of Louisville were having a special sewing circle for the purpose of talk- ing over the Tylers, a new family in town. The family had moved into the old mansion across the street from William’s brown house. “I hear there is a very pretty daughter, Jessica, said Mrs. Perkins, the grocer’s wife. “I shouldn’t wonder if she should catch William, sigh- ed little old Aunt Jinny, who. having for thirty years done her best “to catch someone, transferred like designs to all others of her sex. “Well, I just happened to be looking out of the window the other morning w-hen they w'ere moving in the furniture. —Umph, it seems to me too awfully grand for this place- upholstered chairs and a big davenport. I think she will probably be too stuck up,’’ said Mrs. Seales, another town gossip. Eagr Thirty-Nine The following morning, William, while in his garden trimming the flow'ers had quite a surprise. He had been whistling, very happy in his seclusion, w hen all of a sudden a mass of red hair popped up over the fence and William found himself looking into the most beautiful pair of soft blue eyes he had ever seen. “Pardon me,” said a very pretty little voice. “Did I frighten you? I just couldn’t resist this darling little gar- den.” Then a strange thing happened, William found himself saying, “Won’t you come in and get a closer view?” “Oh, I w’ould love to,” she cried. As William opened the gate he found his heart behav- ing in a strange manner. This and many other chance meetings ripened the acquaintance of William and Jessie. But “William was different” and determined not to fall in love with Jessie. When he saw Jessie, however, he felt all his vows slipping, for who could resist eyes like the blue, blue sky and hair like the leaves of the vine in autumn, —this is William’s own description. Another afternoon, and. another meeting of the sewing circle. “I told you she’d catch him.” piped up old Aunt Jinny, “and she did sure enough.” For now Mr. William is not a determined old bachelor, but a very meek husband. Wasn’t Bacon correct after all when he said—“and therefore it seems that love can find entrance not only into an open heart, but also into a heart wrell fortified, if watch be not kept.’ —F. S. ’25 A TRIP TO CHILE '«?� Forty OSBORN and I had been friends for many years. We sailed together on the “Old Thor.” She was a bad ship, and we had much rough weather and bad food while shipmates on her. However the hardships only cemented our regard for each other. 1 was very glad to find that Osborn had been promoted to Chief Engineer on a first class vessel, running in the Ni- trate and general trade between San Francisco and the West Coast of South America. If a man does go to sea. it is much better to sign on with some man you know. As I knew Osborn was a fine man, I was glad of the chance to sign on as “Third” with him. That means I was employed as the Third Assistant Engineer. We sailed on the morning of September the eleventh, nineteen eighteen. These being war times, not even the Captain knew where we were going until the pilot was drop- ped at the light ship. The Captain had a letter, spoken of as sealed orders, which he was now privileged to open. In fact he had to open it. before he could set his course. This letter contained orders to go to Arica, Chile, for further orders. So South it was. The engine room bells jangled full speed ahead. For a few minutes the fire rooms were in a turmoil, getting up the first full head of steam or, as marin- ers say. cruising steam. Within an hour the turmoil had quieted down to the dull routine that makes sea going so dreary. The first few days were uneventful. The sea was calm as a lake. For this 1 was glad because most of the firemen and coal passers were green hands. Fireing or passing coal on a steamer is soul-racking work at best, let alone when the ship is bucking and rolling, and a man has that all-gone feeling known as sea sickness. rin. cnirstUNK Off the coast of Central America there began to blow up one of those tropic gales that come in a minute and last a month. This one lasted three hours. By the time we were running at half speed because most of the firemen could not see a fire box, not to mention putting a ton of coal an hour into it. The storm left as quickly as it had come and all was well again, with the exception of the fact that a few object- ed to a bit of good natured joshing. A sea sick person ob- jects to being joshed. We reached tropical waters, ten days out of San Fran- cisco. The heat grew intense. But it was interesting when a person had time to watch the sea from the ship’s bows, for there was always some sort of marine life in sight. Fly- ing fish were the most common. There were lots of sea turtles to be seen, drifting along as unconcerned as a chunk of drift wood. A sea turtle will not get out of the way for anything. The dolphins are most interesting to watch and in the tropics there are untold thousands. Our ship was running fifteen miles an hour, and we passed one school, the edge of which we could not see on either side of us, and we were all morning in passing. This was the biggest school I have ever seen or heard of. The most exciting event of the whole trip happened directly off Panama. There was an extra large gather- ing in the bows when a large shape appeared just in front of the ship. It was a whale and it seemed to be asleep. At any rate it did not notice us until we were a very short distance from it. It started away with a great rush and swirling of water. Of course we all watched it while it swung off on our starboard quarter, then returned as fast as it had left. It was not until the whole was directly un- der our bow that we saw another small one swimming as hard as it could in the direction in which the ship was going. The old.or large one must have been the mother for it swam against the smaller, in such a way as to turn it away from the ship’s path. They both swam off in a welter of foam. We had none of us even seen a baby whale before, so it created a great deal of excitement. THE CHIT HUNK In the middle of the twenty-sixth night from San Fran- cisco, the engine room bells rang stop. The sudden stop of the engines woke up all hands that were off watch. The abrupt silence after weeks of engine throbbing is weird. A minute or two after this, the worst racket man has yet in- vented tore the silence to shreds. The “Green horns” could only gape and stammer. It is always watched for by the “Salts” and a “Lubber” is never warned. The next morning we could see a strip of sandy beach with a collection of mud huts in back of it. But the town of Arica will not hold your attention very long. Just a mile from the beach, some vast hills rise high enough to re- tain the snow through the tropic summers. The natives say that there are foot hills and that the mountains proper are ninety miles inland. The Andes mountains are ninety miles away, and larger, I am sure, but my mind just cannot con- ceive any thing more majestic than the rise of these “foot hills”. There is not one blade of grass in all this enormous vista, only salt water, rocks, sand, snow and sea birds. People live and die here without ever having seen rain. Nobody is in a hurry here ; so along about noon, a little man in a little boat came out with a cablegram from Panama with orders for the Captain—but that’s another story. —H. A. ’26 DEFENSE OF DAY DREAMING ONE of the greatest privileges we enjoy is day dreaming a thing which no one can take from us. The art of building castles in the air is always helpful, encourag- ing, and inspiring to me when I am alone, especially in the evening. I let my imagination take me into the pleasant and lasting memories of the past or into the hopefu1 and bright visions of the future. When I am lonely and blue, the only thing I have to resort to is day dreaming. It cheers me and strengthens me and causes me to hope for better evenings and go to the piano and play soft and dreamy Page h orly-One music, dreaming all the while. I delight in sitting by the fireplace on a cold and windy winter’s evening, gazing stead- ily into the flames and watching the pictures they form. Then too. on a cool and still summer’s evening, when I sit on the steps at sunset and gaze at the bright and harmoniz- ing colors in the west the wonderful scene thrills me. I rejoice that I am still alive to enjoy this beautiful sunset. Even when I am downcast, it cheers me and gives me a brighter outlook on the future. I never see another person day dreaming, but I wonder what he is dreaming about and begin dreaming myself, for it is contageous. 1 do not know how other people take my dreaming. Of course, I do know that when they speak to me or ask me a civil question they want more than a “huh” in response. A quick tempered or impatient person gener- ally lets me know that he thinks me rude. But most people are good natured enough to treat it all as a huge joke and have a good laugh. Sometimes they even take up day dreaming, just to see what it is like, and. having tried it, become confirmed day dreamers themselves. The most important result of day dreaming is the cul- tivation of the imagination. One’s world becomes peopled with all sorts of beautiful and delightful creatures which the “wide awake” and “up-and-doing can never know. It gives one a wealth of experience. Whatever one would like to be, he can be. for the time at least. But day dreams have a practical and material value as well. Many famous Americans were great dreamers. Thomas Edison, the marvelous inventor, must be a dreamer of dreams. He must first create the things in his mind before putting them forth as a reality to the world. The captains of industry and the builders of an empire have been dreamers. Thomas Jeffer- son had high ideals and manv dreams. It was in his day dreaming that he learned high idealism and breadth of mind. The broad minded are always day dreamers; it is only the narrow minded who are ashamed to day dream. The world is made better by dreamers. He who is not ‘ (f Forty-Twto a day dreamer might well repeat with a fervor that has creative power,—“Day by day in every way I am getting dreamier and dreamier ’ —A. J. ’23 SUNSET When the sun is sinking in the golden west. It leaves behind it in the sky, most wondrous Rays of purple, gold and crimson. Around the tall dark pines, a bluish hue is cast, And the silvery singing streams grow dark, and in them, The sun, in setting, her reflection casts. The sunset ends the toiler’s weary day, And as he homeward turns his eager feet. It is indeed a very restful thing. To view a scene with beauty such as this. To rest in peace till morning’s dawning light. Far from the hiss and roar of noisy mill. At sunset nature lays her weary head to rest, The birds up in the tree tops tall are still. The bees their lazy humming, buzzing cease, The beast returning home o’er vale and hill Brings to his kind the spoils of daily hunt. The little children to the land of dreams are going, And all the world is calm and restful, as The golden sun is sinking, in the golden west. —V. J. ’23 THE VANITY OF BOARISH SEVENTEEN THE vanity of boyhood’s seventeen is well known. It cannot even be compared to the vanity of sweet six- teen. A boy of seventeen proudly struts down the street, exceedingly conscious of his manly strength and handsome visage. He hopes that they will observe him and he has just passed in admiring his manly physique and beauty. He is blissfully aware that the bevy of young girls may some day be proud to say to their grandchildren that they pased him on the street one day and were impressed THE cm PM I A A with his commanding personality. He is not aware of the impression he has made on the elderly couple. The little old lady wrinkles her nose in digust at the wave of cheap perfume he leaves behind. And the man murmurs con- solingly, “Never mind, my dear, seventeen is always that way and he will get over it in time.” —B. H. '23 EARLY RISING HE that riseth late must trot all day long and shall scarce overtake his business at night. How true is that old saying of Benjamin Franklin! I had it impressed on me rather forcefully just a short time ago. I came home from school Friday and Mother told me that she would not be home until Saturday evening. Now when Mother goes any place it is my duty to keep house, cook and do any other tasks that she may set for me. Hitherto I had rather gloried in the responsibility bestowed upon me, but the glory had begun to pall. 1 had an interesting book to read in which I was absorbed and it was after two o’clock when 1 crawled into bed. I slid between the sheets with a shiver and yawn and I wondered when I would wake up in the morning. Then I thought, “Oh well, there’s no hurry.” Then I went to sleep. When I woke up the same thought recurred and I sank back luxuriously, reveling in the knowledge that I did not have to get up. When I finally arose it was about half after eleven and I was hungry. It was after twelve when I finish- ed my breakfast. Then I started to work and it was just one continual rush, punctuated bv frequent, reactionary comments on my part. Oh dear, the bed clothes must be hanged! The broom is no where to be found! Why are the dishes so sticky? It was nearly three when I finished the house work. Then that pair of stockings to mend ! Why does a pair of stockings have to have such big holes? Then that skirt to lengthen! Why won’t that tuck come out in a respectable fashion? Oh. I’ve ripped the cloth! What will Mother say? It was nearly five when I finished that. THE CHIPMUNK Pmgt Forty-Three Gracious! I have to go down town! It was half past five when I returned. Will supper never cook? Why is the fire so slow? At last I had finished my work and even the sup- per dishes were washed but it was eight o’clock and I was very tired. I resolved then that henceforth I would get up early enough to do the work when 1 had it to do. —B. H. ’23 WE WERE ALL FRESHMEN ONCE Sometimes they think, the little Freshies, Think they’re awful smart, Sometimes they say the little Freshies Do not do their part. But stop and on the past reflect. Just stop and think for once; And you will surely recollect You were a Freshman once. Sometimes they think the little Freshmen Aren’t so very wise; Sometimes they say they see their dullness. Showing in their eyes; But stop and on the past reflect, Just stop and think for once. And you will surely recollect You were a Freshman once. But Sophomores, Juniors. Seniors, too. In all your bright school days, Don’t think that you’re the only troop That has a part to play. The Freshman is as much perchance As you are—in the bunch, So just look back with happy glance. You were a Freshman once. —D. D. ’25 AN ODE TO THE PINES There’s a murmur in the stillness, There’s a whisper ’kin to gladness, There’s an answer ’kin to sadness, That’s the music of the pines. There’s a carpet soft and stilling, With its pungent odor filling Men with all the power of willing. That’s the spirit of the pines. There’s a slender trunk that towers O’er the forest glades and bowers, Counting centuries in its rings, Reaching upward till it sings At the gate of Heaven. That’s the great shaft of the pines. —R. W. ’23 LIFE’S HIGHWAY When our high school days are over. And our four years are complete; When our childhood days are ended. And life’s problems we must meet; We shall all take different pathways And I think we all shall find That the trouble we thought greatest. Simply dwelt within the mind. When our life at last is ending. And our tasks are nearly done; When hair once gold is silver. And we’re no longer young; Then return the golden memories. Of the school days once so dear. And we once more are happy. In the days of yesteryear. —C. Q. ’23 I'ujli l4orty- tour I'M A CM I PM UNA OUR social activities this year have been on the increase. They have promoted a general good fellowship, broken the monotonus round of school studies and proved great recreation in many ways. We are at present anticipating several more enjoyable times such as the Junior-Senior Banquet, the Senior Ball, the Junior Prom, and the Alum- ni Reception. These are annual affairs, but is regrettable they usually occur after the Chipmunk has gone to press. —R. G. ’23 SOCIAL FUNCTIONS THE CHIPMUNK OUR first entrance into the mad social whirl for this year was on September fifteenth when the reception to the Freshmen was given in the Auditorium. The Frosh, who had tasted the fruits of humility the preceding week, were accepted as honorable members of the Westwood High School and assumed a more worthy aspect, having left behind them most of the mannerisms of the cradle. The American Legion Orchestra furnished the music for the dancing which was interrupted at eleven o’clock, just long enough to partake of a most delightful supper, served cafe- teria style. At the hour of twelve the merrymaking ceased and we dragged our reluctant feet homeward with the soft strains of “Home Sweet Home” strumming in our ears. Shortly afterward, our interest was entirely focused on athletics—the first basketball game of the season being with McArthur on October seventh. The guests arrived about three in the afternoon, and after being escorted to the homes where they were to be entertained so that they might remove the marks of the trip, they with the coaches and representatives of our own teams were served a most enjoyable chicken dinner by members of the Student Body. The dinner was concluded with toasts and expressions of good will. After the game many members of both teams attended the dance at the Auditorium. Our second engagement was with Quincy on October fourteenth. Again a splendid banquet was served the visit- ing teams and representatives of the local teams in the Church Parlors at four o’clock. The room was charmingly decorated with the colors of the two schools with clever favors for each guest, the meal being made merry witn toasts and songs. After the game a dance in honor of the visiting teams, was held in the new gymnasium, the music for which was furnished by the High School Orchestra. On November third the light weight girls team of Susanville played the light weight team of Westwood at the Auditorium and after the game the visiting team was I‘ugr bortj'Fivt entertained by members of the local team at the Westwood Club. The final function of the basketball season was the game with Alturas. This time the dinner given to the visit- ing teams was attended by all members of the local teams, and was a fine illustration of what our high school will do in the art of entertaining. It was a most scrumptious feed and hearty good cheer prevailed throughout the dinner and the dance in the new gym which followed the game. The orchestra again proved their great value to the high school by furnishing the music for this dance, which brought the basketball season to a most successful close. Plenty of pep, plenty of jazz and plenty of good eats, what more could the sturdy players desire? One of the most enjoyable events of the pre-Christmas season took place at Goodrich on Thanksgiving evening, as soon as the ice was thick enough and before the snows had come to spoil the ice and make the roads difficult to travel. The members of the Student Body assembled at the school at seven o’clock and merrily we wended our way, by well filled autos, to see how well we could manage our restless feet on skates. Some found that their bodies could easily remain erect while some developed a most amazing top- heaviness and decided that skates were not good for one’s equilibrium, and that ice was meant, not to skate, but to sit upon. Naturally this provided much enjoyment to the more talented participants. At eleven the big bonfire on the bank became the center of interest as here were hot dogs and steaming coffee waiting to be devoured, nor did they have to wait long when the hungry mob descended upon them. Another hour of skating and we returned home very weary, but very happy. On the day school closed for the Christmas holidays. Wednesday, December twentieth, we had one more dance in the new gym. A delightful supper was served at eleven o’clock and again our high school orchestra furnished the music which made the occasion a great success. The credit due our orchestra for their exhilirating music, which has I’ujte Forty-Sn beguiled our feet across the floor so many hours cannot be over-estimated, and we all join in hearty thanks for their untiring efforts. “Grumpy” which was given by the student body just before Christmas was the occasion of two social functions, one on December ninth, when the cast and coach were enter- tained by Miss Neill and Miss Ball at supper in the church parlor, during a long rehearsal, and the other on January twentieth, when Miss Kellar gave an elaborate banquet to the cast in the Westwood Club. The tables were decorated with very lovely flowers, each guest having a beautiful floral favor. After the revelers had consumed the delicious food prepared for them, the various members were called upon to state their candid opinion of the play. Everyone enjoyed these witty and original speeches and voted the banquet a rousing success in spite of the fact that we all missed our hostess who had been obliged to resign on ac- count of ill health. After the banquet all adjourned to the new gym where another of our enjoyable school dances was in progress, the music being again provided by our talented high school orchestra. During January a series of interclass basketball games were played in the afternoons at the Auditorium, and these games win a worthy place among our social events because of the very delightful dinner that was given by the losing teams to the winners. This was one of the most enjoyable events of the season and showed that our girls were not only good players but that having played their best they were very good losers, which is one of the best lessons of our athletic activities. We surely have to give all praise to the Freshies when it comes to entertaining. Early in February an announce- ment was made in assembly that all students and teachers were invited to a kid party on the evening of February ninth. Dire threats were made should anyone venture forth in the garb of a “grown up.” As a result many weird and fantastic figures were seen at the Gym on that memorable THE CHIPMUNK evening. During the early part of the evening we returned to the days of our early childhood playing London Bridge, drop the handkerchief, leap frog and marbles. At nine o’clock the American Legion Orchestra arrived and played for the dancing; the fine music and the original decorations added greatly to the gaiety of the party. Dancing continued until nearly twelve, when the strains of Home Sweet Home sent us all over to the school house where a most delightful supper had been prepared. The girls being tired of appearing as the weaker sex, decided to assume a more manly appearance and on March second held the annual stag party in assembly hall. This was a most amazing, amusing and lively evening, hobos, teahounds and lounge lizards mingled with flippers in a jolly good time until the appearance of Don Juan enchanted the whole feminine audience and caused deep jealous pangs to pierce the “masculine” hearts. The fortitude displayed in keeping the refreshments from the menacing grasp of true masculine desire gave great credit to our ability to mimic men. The evening was concluded with tricks, songs and jokes contributed by different members of the party. On March tenth we had another very enjoyable Stu- dent Body dance where the same plan was tried of dancing until nearly twelve and then having supper served in the high school. This has been voted a great success by most members of the Student Body. On Friday the thirteenth the bold and venturesome Sophs decided to give a dance in the new gym. As a result a delightful evening was spent in dancing and revelry until the hour of eleven when all were hustled to the school house for “eats.” The evening was voted a huge success and all were convinced that Friday the thirteenth, was not Jonah day for the Sophomores. The party that will be remembered longer than any other by most of the members of the Student Body and especially by the members of the basketball team was the one given by the Executive Committee in the High School run CHIPMUNK Gym on Friday evening, April 20. The purpose of this party was to award sweaters and emblems to those fortunate enough to have won them and the trophies to the teams winning the Intorclass Basketball games. Speeches were made by the principal, coaches and captains and great en- thusiasm for the heroes and heroines prevailed. After this part of the program dancing was indulged in until nearly midnight when a delightful supper was served in the High School dining room. In addition to these events it is well worth while to mention several brilliant spectacles which occurred in the latter part of the second semester of last year and which missed going into last years annual. The Junior Prom, Senior Ball, and Alumni Reception given in the Auditorium were among the most delightful and original dances ever put over in Westwood. The Juniors did their share by royal- ly entertaining the Seniors at a Farewell Banquet held in the Cafeteria. Among our final good times of last year was the picnic given at Chester. The forenoon waj passed in viewing nature, contesting as to whom could devour most food and a universal rebellion against being “ducked.” In the after- noon we migrated to Lake Almanor and there washed away all cares in swimming and bathing. The day was brought to a close by a weenie roast at Clear Creek and from thence we dragged ourselves homeward and reluctantly admitted we were a trifle tired. —R. G. ’23 SENIOR SNEAK DAY OH ! Boy! That’s the time we did it. On Friday, Sept. 22nd, six A. M. fourteen senior sneaks crept quietly out of town and nary a Junior behind. Where were they? You ask. Well, as we never prevaricate we’ll have to confess they were all in their little soft beds snoozing! Yes. snooz- ing, there is no other word for it. And what’s worse it was’nt laziness that kept them there. They had simply Page Porly-Stitn forgotten that there was such a custom as senior sneak and that we were not likely to make an exception of it. We arrived at Eagle Lake about ten o'clock A. M. and after boating for some time proceeded to take advantage of the nice warm (?) water and dampen our skins. Oh! But it was great! Then with appetites that were not mild we waded into our lunch. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in swimming, joy riding and pelting each other with grapes. Wasteful creatures! You say. Well, we thought so too before we got home that night. Supper was cooked and served at six P. M. by the male members of the class. Feature it! Also what is most sur- prising it was good! After supper the senior poets composed a poem with which we intended to torment those sleepy juniors and the others washed dishes. Ten P. M. found us back in dear old Westwood at the end of a perfect day. —C. Q. '23 CLASS RECORDS CARL ALLEN Transferred from Marysville, Calif., '20; Track. 1921, 1922; “Eliza Comes to Stay,” 1922; Basketball. 1923; “Grumpy,” 1923; “Princess Chyrsanthemum,” 1923; Josh Editor, 1923; “Charm School, 1923. JOHN CARNIATO “Garden of Shaw,” 1921 ; Baseball, 1921 ; Sophomore Representative on Executive Committee. 1921-1922; Basketball. 1921-1922; Track, 1922; “Eliza Comes to Stay, 1922; Representative to Shakesperean Contest, 1922; “Grumpy,” 1922; Senior Representative on Ex- ecutive Committee, 1922-1923; “Princess Chrysanthe- mum. 1923; “Charm School.” 1923; Secretary Senior Class. 1922-1923. GUS DIXON Transferred from the College of the Pacific, 1920; Track. 1922; “Green Stockings.” 1922; Business Mana- I’ugt Forty-Eight ger, “Eliza Comes to Stay,” 1922; Legislative Com- mitte, 1923; Business Manager, Circus, 1923; “Charm School,” 1923; “Princess Chrysanthemum,” 1923. RUTH GADEHON Transferred from College Park Academy, 1921; mem- ber of Legislative Committee, 1922-23; vice-president Student Body, 1922-1923; debating, 1922; Society Editor, 1922-1923; “Charm School,” 1923; “The Maker of Dreams,” and “The Intruder,” 1923. BERNICE HOUGHTON “A Modern Household,” 1920; “How the Vote Was Won, 1920; Indoor Baseball, 1921; “Garden of ihe Shah,” 1921; Track, 1921-1922; Light weight Basket- ball team. 1922; Legislative Committee, 1922-1923; “Princess Chrysanthemum,” 1923; “Charm School,” 1923. AGNES ISRAELSON Basketball 1920, 1921, 1922; Baseball, 1921, 1922; Track 1921, 1922; Captain Basketball. 1922; “Garden of the Shaw,” 1921; Junior Representative Executive Committee, 1921-1922; “Green Stockings,” 1922; Stu- ent Boby President, 1922-1923; Spanish Play, 1922; Girls’ Athletics, Chipmunk, 1923; Treasurer Senior Class, 1923; “Princess Chrysanthemum,” 1923; “Charm School,” 1923; Staff, 1921-22; Guiseppina, 1921. AGNES JOHNSON Baseball, 1921-1922; Labor Day Committee, 1922; Cir- cus Committee. 1922; “Charm School, 1923. VERA JONES “How the Vote was won,” 1919 ; “Garden of the Shaw,” 1921; Track, 1921; Basketball, 1922, 1923; Girls Ath- letic Manager, 1922-1923; “Charm School,” 1923; “Princess Chrysanthemum,” 1923. :RWIN MORRISON Baseball 1920, 1921, 1923; “Garden of the Shaw,” 1921; Track, 1921; Basketball, 1920, 1921; Captain Basketball, 1922. 1923; “Eliza Comes to Stay,” 1922; THE CHI PM UN K “Green Stockings,” 1922; “Grumpy,” 1923; “Charm School,” 1923; Senior Representative to Executive Committee; Business Mgr., Chipmunk, 1922; Vice- President Senior Class. CAPITOLA QUIGLEY Basketball, 1921, 1922, 1923; “Garden of the Shah,” 1922; “Princess Chrysanthemum,” 1923; Assistant Editor Annual, 1923; “Charm School,” 1923. JOYCE RICKETTS Assistant Art Editor, 1920; How the Vote Was Won,” 1920; Class Treasurer, 1921; Basketball 1921, 1922; “Garden of the Shah.” 1921; “Fountain of Youth, 1921; “Charm School, 1923; “Princess Chrysanthemum, 1923; “The Intruder.” 1923. KENNETH WALKER Associate Business Manager, Chipmunk, 1920; Vice- President. Freshman Class; “How the Vote was Won,” 1920; Associate Editor Chipmunk. 1921; President Sophomore Class; “The Fountain of Youth,” 1921; “The Scoop.” 1921; Track, 1921, 1922; Editor Chip- munk. 1922; Basketball, 1921, 1922; “Green Stock- ings,” 1922; Business Manager, Chipmunk, 1923; Ath- letic Manager, 1922-1923; Legislative Committee. 1922- 1923; President Senior Class; “Grumpy.” “The Charm School,” 1923; Baseball, 1923; Valedictorian. EDITH WILLIFORD Basketball. 1920, 1921, 1922; “Garden of the Shah,” 1921; Baseball. 1921, 1922; Captain Basketball team, 1923; Athletic Editor, 1922; Literary Editor, 1923; Spanish Play, 1922; Track, 1921, 1922: President Literary Society, 1923; “Charm School,” 1923. RUTH WILSON “How the Vote Was Won.” 1919; “Garden of the Shaw,” 1921; Track. 1921 ; “Grumpy,” 1923; “Princess Chrysanthemum.” 1923; “Charm School,” 1923; “Sup- pressed Desires,” and the “Intruder,” 1923; Chairman Scholarship Committee; Salutatorian. the chipmunk Pugt Forty-Nine DRAMATICS has always held a prominent place in our school life, as it should, as it is one of the most important means there is of training the student for further citizenship. It develops poise and confidence in one’s self; creates initiative, encourages responsibility; furthers self expression. From the viewpoint of the school it is one of the best ways of raising money to finance other school activities. From the view point of the public it gives pleasure and entertainment. —B. E. ’24 GRUMPY 1‘uti A� � The first play given by the Westwood High School this year was “Grumpy. an English comedy. It was a play filled with wit and humor from start to finish. Much credit is due our coaches. Miss Kellar and Mr. Clark, for the suc- cessful production of such a difficult play. Cast Mr. Andrew Bullivant..... Mr. Ernest Heron Ruddock Mr. Jarvis............... Mr. Valentine Wolfe ..... Dr. Maclaren............. Keble ................... Merridew................. Dawson .................. Virginia Bullivant Mrs. Maclaren Susan ................... Hans Jacobsen John Carniato Fred Niepoth Kenneth Walker ..Erwin Morrison George Chipman ...Stanley Davis .....Clay Fisher Ruth Wilson Dorothy Dix Leona Summers Beatrice Eckert Synopsis The plot of this play centered around a diamond and its strange disappearance and recovery. Ernest Heron, the grand-nephew of Mr. Bullivant, returns home from Africa unexpectedly during a party which Mr. Jarvis is attending. He has with him a very valuable diamond, which he is to deliver secretly to a firm in London. He tells this to Mr. lullivant, a crabby, old gentleman, but good at heart who thinks the world and all of Virginia, his grand-daughter. One night the diamond disappears and with it Mr. Jarvis. By the cleverness of Mr. Bullivant, who at one time was an expert on criminal cases; and by a simple hair which has been tied on a camelia, Mr. Jarvis and the diamond are found. Virginia and Ernest come to an understanding and “Grumpy presents the diamond to them for a wedding present. STOP THIEF THE CHIPMUNK The second play given this year was “Stop Thief,” a comedy, given by the Grammar and High School Faculties, assisted by friends, for the benefit of the High School Scholarship Fund. To call this play a “comedy,” is mild. It was full of laughter, witty sayings, and amusing situations from the beginning to the end. This was a huge success and pleased the appreciative audiences that attended both nights. Cast Joan Carr............ Mrs. Carr........... Caroline Carr ...... Madge Carr ......... Nell ............... William Carr James Cluney ....... Mr. Jamison ........ Dr. Willoughby...... P.ev. Spelain....... Jack Doogan ......... Joe Thompson ...... Sergeant of Police . Police Officer O’Malley Police Officer Clancy ... ...Dorothy Rooker ......Mrs. Forcum ...Dorothy Kerwin ....Minnie Rennie Ruth Tyler ......Elmo C. Eby ......Ford Barkus ...Richard Pershing .....Jens Jacobsen ....Hollis Nunnely ......Bruce Clark ....Donald Taylor Ingerman Jacobsen ...Langford Smith ......R. H. Brown Synopsis On the eve of the wedding of an absent minded man's daughter to a youth who is troubled with fits of kleptoman- ia, a new lady's maid is introduced into the house. The best man knows the groom is subject to unconsciously taking things that do not belong to him. The wife knows her hus- band has the same fault, and both are trying to keep the fact a secret. To add to the excitement, the lady’s maid happens to be advance agent for a thief, the man she is to marry. He arrives after she has looked over the place, and together they lay ingenious plans for relieving the house of heavy burdens of wedding presents. MU CHIPMUNK Doogan finds it easy going- The young kleptomaniac believes Doogan to be the detective he has sent for, and ac- cuses him of having removed the valuables that are already beginning to disappear. The absent-minded parent hands Doogan his money and asks him to keep it for him. The other member of the family hastens to confide to him the hereabouts of their valuables. Just as the two thieves have gotten about everything there is in the house in the way of valuables, and are ready to make their escape, there enters an earnest capitalist, who demands certain stocks which he has given to the absent-minded parent as collateral for a loan he is now ready to pay. The stacks can’t be found. The capitalist’s money disappears and threatening punishment for everybody, he goes out in search of a war- rant. The officers enter with the warrant, and the warrant is stolen and carefully deposited in the absent-minded one’s pocket. The officer, waiting for another warrant to appear, holds the whole household in durance, while the thieves are trying to escape. The kleptomaniac is trying to evade the consequences of his innocent depredations, and the wife is trying to find out what the absent-minded one has concealed about his person. The money is eventually found in the possession of the minister; the thieves hold up the whole party at the point of a pistol, and, to conclude the absent- minded parent re-enters with all the booty, which he, single- handed has recovered. On May first, at the Parent-Teachers meeting, the mem- bers of the Oral English class, under the direction of Mrs. Eby, their class teacher, will give three one act plays-a fan- tasy, a comedy and a tragedy. The class is preparing its own scenery and costumes. THE MAKER OF DREAMS The first play. The Maker of Dreams,” is a fantasy of the Pierrette and Pierrot type. The setting of this play is all fantastical; the back ground being in black and white. Fagr Fifty-One Cast Pierrot .............................Doris Drake Pierrotte...........................Ruth Gadehon The Maker of Dreams...............Beatrice Eckert Synopsis During the evening meal, Pierrot tells Pierrotte that he is going in search of his ideal girl. Pierrote, who loves Pierot very much, feels very badly over it and as she sits thinking about it a stranger enters who asks her about her love for Pierrot. While talking with the stranger, Pierrot returns. Pierrette leaves them together and they discuss love and dreams; and the stranger, the Maker of Dreams, describes to Pierrot his masterpiece-a fair-haired, blue eyed woman that shall be his when he finds her. As Pierrette returns, the Maker of Dreams fades away, and Pierrot finds that his ideal is none other than Pierrette. Together they sit on the moon and talk of their love and dream of Happi- ness. SUPPRESSED DESIRES The second play Suppressed Desires. is a comedy. This play is based on the modern idea Psycho-analysis and the harm it does. Cast Henrietta Beruster .....................Ruth Wilson Stephen Beruster....................Beatrice Eckert Mable ........................Myrtle Barmore Synopsis The plot of this play is in the interpretation of a few words by Psycho-analysis and the trouble it causes. Mable. Henriettas sister, comes to visit them at a time when Henrietta’s faith in Psycho-analysis is causing a sep- aration in the family affections. Henrietta forces Stephen to go to a Dr. Russell and have one of his dreams analyzed. At the same time. Mable goes to see the Doctor. They both Vj■« •� � • s? tell Henrietta their dreams. Stephen finds that he has a suppressed desire to be freed from marriage. Mable has an underground desire to be in Henrietta’s place as Stephen’s wife. After a quarrel and many hot words Henrietta de- cides to give up Psycho-analysis and Stephen finds that Dr. Russell was wrong in his analysis. Mable decides that she cannot have Stephen, so she accepts him as a brother-in-law and all ends happily. “THE INTRUDERS” The third play. “The Intruder” is a tragedy. This play shows the coming of death and what it means to this family. Cast The Three Daughters ..... The Grandfather The Father...... The Uncle ....... The Servant...... Sister of Mercy Myrtle Barm ore Joyce Ricketts Mrs. Eby ..Beatrice Eckert ....Doris Drake ....Ruth Wilson Ruth Gadehon Ruth Gadehon Synopsis The family have been confined to the house during the illness of the daughter. On this particular evening they try to feel happy and enjoy themselves a little. They ail seem to succeed except the Grandfather. He seems worried about his daughter and keeps asking about her. As he :'s blind he cannot see how she is but he seems to know that she is worse. They are expecting the Uncle’s sister who is a Sister in the Convent. They hear some one coming and think it is she but they can see no one. They hear a noise in the hall and feel the presence of some one in the room. The light goes out and they are left in darkness. As the clock strikes twelve the Sister of Mercy tells them that the daughter is dead. : CHIPMUNK “PRINCESS CHRYSANTHEMUM” On May 7, the High School, will give a .Japanese Oper- etta, “Princess Chrysanthemum.” The success of this Oper- etta is already assured as our loyal friends and supporter, the public, is urging us to produce another operetta. Miss Rennie, our coach, is giving much of her valuable and limited time to make this operetta a success. Cast Princess Chrysanthemum..............Edith Coil To-To..........................Myrtle Barm ore Yum-Yum .......................Beatrice Eckert Du-Du ............................Elsie James Tu-lip ................................Maxine Forcum Fairy Moonbeam .........................Mazie Bonney The Emperor What-for-Whi.................Hugh Adams Prince So-True.....................Carl Allen Prince So-Sli ......................Earl Lane Top-Not ........................John Carniato Saucer-Eyes Harry Mitchell Sprites of the night—Ruth Scott. Lydia McKinney, Frances Simpson, Elsie Steed. Mildred Lamson, Irene Brady. Fairies—Dorothy Dix, Ruth Gadehon, Leona Summers, Ethel Bonney, Mary Ann Martin. Rosemma Priest. Attendants. Populace, etc:—Vivian Long. Lucille Likins. Gladys Lowe, Alice Hall, Doris Drake, Vera Jones, Irene Boshoff. Agnes Israelson, Ruth Jensen. Pauline Min- shall, Marie Wilson, Ruth Wilson, Joyce Ricketts. Rosella Walker, Bernice Houghton, Vincent Felion, Augustus Dix- on Jack Hewitt George Chipman. Lewis Carroll. Bill Cor- bet. Howard Costar. Fred Morrison. Stanley Davis, Albert Barmore. Everett Hall. Henry Coyle. Junius Dixon. Fred Niepoth, Joe Sharon. Donald Sangster, Greg DeCosta. Clyde Vernon. Synopsis A great fete is being held in honor of the coming of age of the Emperor’s daughter. Princess Chrysanthemum. She is loved bv Prince So-True. and returns his affection; but he has a rival in the person of Prince So-Sli. who seeks the aid THE CHITMUNK of Saucer-Eyes, the Wizard Cat, who carries off the Princess to the cave of Inky Night, leaving the Emperor and Prince So-True distracted at her strange disappearance. Princess Chrysanthemum, imprisoned in the Cave of Inky Night, with the aid of a magic ring summons the Fairy Moonbeam, who is about to help her when she drops the ring and cannot find it. Fairy Moonbeam disappears at the loss of the ring, and the unhappy Princess is left to bewail her fate. Prince So-True manages to obtain entrance to the cave and finds the ring, which at once causes Fairy Moon- beam to return and aid him. At this moment the Emperor arrives with his attendants, and takes Saucer-Eyes prisoner, bearing him in triumph to his palace. Threatened with torture, Saucer-Eyes confesses the complicity of Prince So-Sli, whom the Emperor orders to in- stant execution. This is, however, frustated by the appear- ance of Princess Chrysanthemum accompanied by Prince So-True and Fairy Moonbeam with her wand. The Emperor pardons Saucer-Eyes and So-Sli at the Princess’s request, and gives her hand in marriage to Prince So-True, thus bringing everything to a happy conclusion. CHARM SCHOOL This year the Senior Class is starting a new precedent by giving a Senior play, in which only Seniors take part, either in the cast or as stage managers and business mana- gers. The Senior Class teacher. Miss Neill, is the coach. The cast is well picked and the production promises to be a suc- cessful one. Fage Fifty-Three Cast Austin Bevens............ David MacKenzie.......... George Boyd.............. Jim Simpkins ............ Homer Johns.............. Elsie Benedotte ......... Miss Hays................ Miss Curtis.............. Sally Boyd .............. Muriel Doughty .......... Ethel Spelvin............ Alix Mercier............. Lillian Stafford ........ Madge Kent............... ...Kenneth Walker ....John Carniato . Augustus Dixon Erwin Morrison .......Carl Allen Agnes Israelson ...Edith Williford .....Ruth Wilson . ..Capitola Quigly Ruth Gadehon ......Vera Jones Bernice Houghton ...Joyce Ricketts ...Agnes Johnson Synopsis The plot of this play relates the adventures of a hand- some young automobile salesman, scarcely out of his ’teens who, upon inheriting a girl’s boarding school from a maiden aunt, insists upon running it himself, according to his own ideas.—namely that every young woman should be educated in charm. The situations which arise from his attempts to carry out his ideas are full of humor. In the end the young man gives up the school and promises to wait until the most precocious of his pupils reaches a marriageable age. —B. E. ’24 • , hfly-htitr IHt CHIPMUNK GIRLS' BASKET BALL SQUAD Top Row—Beatrice Eckert. Vivian Lon . Myrtle Barmore, Miss Neill. Coach; Ma .ie Bonney. Ethel Bonney, Alice Hall. Lower Row—Ajrnes Israelson. Ruth Jensen. Veru Jones. Edith Williford, Captain; Capitola Quigley. Gladys Lowe. Ruth Scott. IHh CHI PMU.Xk Page Fijty-tne BOYS’ BASKET BALL SQUAD Left to Right—Mr. Clark. Coach: Kenneth Walker. Erwin Morrison. Captain; Harry Mitchell. John Car- niato. Floyd Myers. Hans Jacobsen, Carl Allen. Hk CHIPMUNK Page Fifty-Seven ATHLETICS. AMATEUR athletics is the flower of the most fundamental of human instincts—play. The participants learn to submit to the rules of the game. Determination, grit, self-control, with their moral ef- fects, are only a few of the qualities that are developed. Outdoor ath- letics are the natural play activities of the High School age. They are social fighting games which can be measured and scored for social com- parison. They arise out of impulses to test prowess and skill in social relationships. Thus they exhibit rivalry in the most striking form and exercise the instinct involved in all social struggle of later life. Every game is training for citizenship. —B. C. BOY’S ATHLETICS Ft fly-fright THE basket-ball season started early in the school year, both girls’ and boys’ teams commencing practice in September. The first game of the season was played with McArthur on the home court, on October seventh. The visitors played a good game and kept on playing until the very end in spite of the fact that they were outclassed by the home team from the start as the score showed. Westwood 62, McArthur 11. The second game was with Quincy on October four- teenth and with the score of two to nothing in favor of Westwood was forfeited by the Quincy team in the second quarter. On October twenty-first the team went to Susanville and returned home victorious, having won by a score of 52 to 25. On November tenth the return game was played in Westwood and again we were victors. This time the score was 32 to 17 in our favor. The first, and only, defeat of the season was met in Alturas on November fourth, when we lost to Modoc by a score of 20 to 36. The bitter memory of this defeat was slightly relieved when they played the return game in West- wood on November eighteenth, Westwood winning by a score of 33 to 22. This was the final game of the regular season. After the Christmas holidays we had a post-season series of inter class games which were played between the Senior-Sophomore and Junior-Freshman aggregations in the Auditorium on the afternoons of January ninth, eleventh and sixteenth. The Senior-Sophs won all three games the first by a score of 32 to 24, the second by 44 to 18, and the third by an equally wide margin. An indoor base-ball series was played during February, but did not rouse a great deal of enthusiasm in the Student Body. Two games were played with the Office, two with the Town and one with the Cranes. This was followed by THE CHIPMUNK an interclass series of two games, the Junior-Freshman boys winning both games, the first by a score of 21 to 2, the sec- ond by a score of 5 to 4. With the winter season over we began to talk and think of track and baseball. It has been decided to enter the State “all round athletic contest” which takes place early in May and two games of baseball have been scheduled with Susanville. There will be an interclass track meet, the class- es being paired in the usual way. This will finish the ath- letic work of the year, bringing to a close one of the most successful years we have had. —H. M. ’25 GIRL’S ATHLETICS ATHLETICS is, and always has been, a great attraction in Westwood High School. When school opened in the fall our minds immediately turned to basketball, the first sport of the season. Enthusiasm ran high in all classes and, due to the fact that there are a great number of girls in high school, enough squads were organized to heighten the interest and competition. Two regular squads were or- ganized under light and heavy wreight classes, and “then the fun began.” The first game of the season was with McArthur. What the outcome of the game would be was rather doubtful, because the McArthur players, although defeated the pre- ceding year, were ready to put up a tough fight. We en- deavored to show them a good time while they were here and gave a banquet and dance which everyone seemed to enioy. The game was interesting and ended with a decisive victory for our girls. Although the McArthur girls were decisively defeated we can say for both girls a d boys that Westwood High School has never seen better sports. The next game, with Quinev. was a hard bought con- test both teams playing for all they were worth throughout the entire game. The decision was in doubt until the final rut CHir.MUNk whistle blew when Westwood was victorious w’ith a score of 9-8. Susanville was next in order and rather fearfully we made the trip. The game was very exciting and ended with a tie of 13-13. neither lucky or unlucky for either side. Alturas was scheduled next and at last, after many years of waiting, we were going to make the trip there. The day was rather cold and disagreeable, but what difference does weather make to a live bunch of kids? Alturas surely takes the cake when it comes to entertaining. Their enter- taining made up somewhat for the severe whipping they gave us. We enjoyed ourselves so much we hated to leave. Again we tackled Susanville and again the game was a tie. We were almost ready to believe that the Westwood- Susanville games were hoodooed. Alturas journeyed to Westwood to defeat the lumber- jacks and again, true to form, we were more decisively beaten than before. We were somewhat comforted by our boys, for once, beating the Alturas boys. This finished our interscholastic basket-ball schedule, but we were not as yet tired of the sport so we decided to have an interclass basketball series and award a trophy. We organized two teams—Senior-Sophomore and Junior-Fresh- men. In this series rivalry was keen and much enthusiasm was aroused. The games were all exciting with the Junior- Freshmen girls coming out on top, winning two games out of three. Indoor baseball was the next sport organized. Though not so enthusiastically supported a few good interclass games were played in which the tables were turned and the Senior-Sophomores won the series. The girls are now train- ing for track although a track meet this year is not a certainty. The lightweight basket-ball team was organized to give an opportunity to the large number of girls who, on account Page Fifty-Nine of size, could not possibly qualify for the regular team. The basketball lineup for both squads was as follows: Heavy Weight Squad Mazie Bonney .................... Gladys Lowe ..................... Agnes Israelson ................. Cap Quigley...................... Myrtle Barmore................... Vera Jones ...................... Edith Williford (captain) ....... Ethel Bonney .................... Ruth Jensen...................... Alice Hall....................... Light Weight Squad Edith Coil............................Forward Anna Jacobsen .......................Forward Maryann Martin ......................Forward Bernice Houghton ....................Forward Lucille Craigie ......................Forward Marie Wilson..........................Center Leona Summers.......................R. Center Maxine Forcum .........................Guard Irene Boshoff...........................Guard On Friday evening. April 20th, black and red sweaters and block W’s were awarded to members of both the boys and girls teams who had played in one half of all the quarters played this season. The awards were made by the two coaches, who commended the recipients for their con- sistent training and good sportmanship. The president of the Student Body then presented the Captain of the Soph- Senior teams, with a silver loving cup, the Interclass Basket all Trophy, on which was engraved the numerals of the winning classes. After his acknowledgement of the honor bestowed on his team, the Captain of the Freshman-Junior girl’s team was presented with a similar trophy for a similar victory. These cups are permanent trophies and will be awarded each year to the winning Interclass team. ..Forward ..Forward ..Forward ...Center ...Center R. Center ...Guard ...Guard ...Guard ...Guard Wearer� of the Block W. Page Sixty Erwin Morrison (captain) ..............Forward John Carniato .........................Forward Kenneth Walker..........................Center Harry Mitchell...........................Guard Hans Jacobsen ...........................Guard Edith Williford (captain) Guard Agnes Israelson .......................Forward Capitola Quigley ...................... Center Myrtle Barmore..........................Center Mazie Bonney ........................ Forward Gladys Lowe ...........................Forward —A. I. ’23 TO THE CHAMPIONS The fame of Westwood High School has been widely spread around. You know, we beat Alturas, we just mowed ’em to the ground. We’ve got a team to boast of, and we’ll show ’em to the world. So now unto the four winds, let each player’s fame be hurled. First comes old Monk, our captain, a Neander- thalian man. And when it comes to playing. Oh Boy! I’ll say he can. To see him jump about the floor, then spring and get the ball— Well Monk, I see you’re all puffed up. so here I’ll say “that’s all.” Of all the centers I’ve seen play, Ken Wa!ker is the best. The ball tossed up. the whistle blown, his mettle stands the test. 1 guess when Iceland Stanford discovers how you play, THE CtUPMt A A They’ll be quite glad they have you,—just remember what I say. And there is Hans, our standing guard, some snappy player, too. It’s luck for Westwood High School that his “Hi” days aren’t quite through. Most any school would swell with pride o’er such a guard as he. No school on this wide wide earth could be half as proud as we. But Johnny Carniato, we will bid good-bye this spring. We hate to see you leave us, cause we think you’re iust the thing. In pensive contemplation of the records you have made, ’Twill be hard to find a man who can play as you have played. Not least, though lastly mentioned is Harry. the running guard. We’re glad that he’s not leaving ’cause we’d find ourselves ‘up hard.’ We’re going to need him next year, he will uphold our rep To have an aggregation that’s full of vim and pep! So here’s to the team of twenty three. To the regular team, the valiant few And our faithful subs, whose patient work. Has helped the other boys “come through.” —R. J. '24 J'Hh CHIPMUNk Page Sixty-One Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.—Haylitt. —C. A. ’23 Patfr Sixty- 'tco Gus Dixon.—“Say, what are you following me around for? Didn’t you ever see the like of me before?” John C.—“Yes, but 1 had to pay a quarter.” Hans says: Of hideous noises There is none worse Than the blood-curdling cry Of a Ford in reverse. � Lydia McK.—‘Til get you for that.” Ken.—“That’s what they all say.” Miss Harrison (In ancient history)—“Edward, what did Virgil, the Roman poet, write?” Edward.—“Latin.” � During a very hot day Carl was riding in his Ford with a foot hanging out over the door. A small boy noticing this shouted after him: “Hey! Mister. Did you lose your other roller skate?” Monk.—“Most people aren’t what they used to be.” Kenneth.—“How’s that? Monk.-----“Children.” Five is a joke All things show it Look at the Freshmen Then you’ll know it. Miss Elliger (in Chemistry).—“For what is magnesium carbonate used?” Kenneth.—“To clean white shoes.” Miss Elliger.—“Oh, yes, and it may also be used for clean- ing the kid.” • Teacher.—“Mazie, define repentant.” Mazie.—“It’s how I feel when I get caught using lipstick by Mrs. Frodsham.” Mb CHtr.MUAA Frosh.—“Gee! I’m hot around the collar.” Soph.—“I thought I smelled burning rubber.” Mrs. Burger.—“Lydia, please throw away your gum.” Lydia.—“Aw Gee, I only bought it last week.” ♦ F—ierce lessons L—ate hours U—nexpected company N—othing prepared K—nocked standing Junius.—“What does B. C. mean?” Mrs. Eby—“Before the birth of Christ.” Junius.—“How did them guys know Christ was coming.” ♦ The bluebird ceases his warbling. The crickett’s chirp is still, When the thud, thud. thud, of Ken’s big feet. Go climbing up the H. S. Hill. The H. S. walks have been widened. And insects wise and discreet. Have moved away from this lumber camp, Since Ken went down to de feet. Teachers definition of an athelete—An illiterate animal with a black and red sweater and black “W”—surrounded by girls. Miss Neill (in Spanish).—“Can’t you roll your r’s, Harry? Harrv.—“No. but I can roll my i’s.” Gladys.— What is the faculty?” Alice.—“A board of people to help the Seniors run the school.” Miss Harrison (in English) —“What is romantism?” Monk (thinking she said rheumatism).—“It’s a disease of the joints.” nu. CHIP MU VA Freshie.—“Here I’ve one foot and here’s my other foot; that makes two feet. One foot and two feet are three feet and that makes a yard. I guess I’ll go out and play in it.” • Miss Elliger.—“What’s a vacuum cleaner?” Gregg.—“It’s a piece of hose with a sucker at the end.” Hick.—“Pop. is a man born in Poland a Pole?” Father.—“Yes, my son.” Hick.—“Well, then is a man born in Holland a Hole?” • “Shall we brain him?” cried the hazer; The victim’s courage fled ; “You can’t; it’s a Freshman; Just hit him on the head. Mrs. Eby (teaching class to conjugate verbs)—“Now Toots, do love mentally while I listen to Lewis.” Toots.—“I’d rather do it physically.” Clay (English II)—“Miss Harrison, do you believe in upholding your religion?” Miss Harrison.—“Why of course.” Clay.—“Well, it is against my religion to study.” Miss Harrison.—“Then it is just part of your fate to get a 5. Winnie.—“How much are eggs per dozen?” Clerk.—“Fresh eggs are sixty cents and cracked eggs are twenty cents.” Winnie.—“Then crack me a dozen.” Mazie (to Postmaster)—“Is there any mail for me?” Postmaster.—“What is your name?” Mazie.—“Oh! you’ll find it on the envelope.” Mrs. Eby (in English)—“Bill, what is the meaning of pincers?” Rill (a ter some thought)—“Pincers is baby talk for pinchers.” 1‘uRe Sixty-Jhre, Mildred (after picture was taken)—“Oh! girls I forgot and had my mouth open. Photographer.—“That’s nothing. Did you ever see a woman who could keep her mouth shut five minutes with- out choking?” Miss Ball (to Genevieve)—“Genevieve what makes your hair so red?” Genevieve.—“I just had scarlet fever and it settled in my head.” “You may take your seat.” Frosh.—“What?” “You may leave the room.” Frosh.—“I heard you the first time.” Ken. (very much in earnest)—“Could you ever learn to love any one—I— Aggie.—“Oh! yes, I love someone now.” Ken. (astonished)—“Who?” Aggie—“You”. (Hugh). • Miss Harrison (Ancient History)—“Joe, stop holding Toot's hand.” Joe.—“Would you like to hold it?” Ruth J. (Discussing embroidery in sewing, seriously as usual)—“I think I will put one of these small sprays on my smock.” Edith (Mimicking, and foolish as usual)—“Yaws, but I think I prefer a shower instead of a spray.” Reatrice (in study hall)—“Oh. Hugh I’m so cold!” Hugh.—“I’m awfully sorry.” (Some men are so dense) Boob.—“Miss Elliger what is a bat?” Miss E’H er.—“Why Harold don’t you know what a bat is. Tts a little mouse with wings.” Boob.—“A good little mouse then.” Page Sixlr-Four Senior.—“Grand Opera certainly serves a great purpose, doesn’t it?” Frosh.—“Sure. One always appreciates jazz so much more.” • (Greg before Judge Green for speeding) Judge Green.—“How fast were you going?” Greg.—“Seventy four miles per hour.” Judge.—“What kind of a car have you?” Greg.—“Chevrolet.” Judge.—“How did you make it go so fast?” Greg.—“Why man! my Chevrolet has Cadillac glands.” + Heard at a dance. Hick.—“See that “guy” dancing with Pauline.” Potts.—“Which “guy!” • Alice (Reading Classic Myths)—“Gee I’d like to visit Hades someday. Gladys.—“Don’t worry old kid, you will.” Talk about the prize baby Freshman—‘Blondy’ Brady wins the inflated flat iron. When you want to learn any Baseball Rules—go to Brady! Miss Neill.—“What does the verb “llevar” mean?” Clay Fisher.—“To wash-coming from Lava-Soap.” ♦ Miss Elliger (In general Science)—“How could we live if we couldn’t cook food?” Bright Frosh.—“Eat at the Cafeteria!” Marvann.—“Fred Morrison tells me he goes in strong for uplift.” Frances.—“Uh-huh. his favorite expression is ‘I raise you one!” Miss Harrison.—“Jack why are you not prepared.” Jack.—“I am prepared, you told me to read, “Twelfth Night” or “What You Will” so I read “Whiz Bang.” THE CHIPMUNK Douglas (While reading Bacons essays in English III) — “What’s the Stoics?” Stanley.—“The boid that brings the babies.” A discussion came up in General Science the other day about the manner in which objects were thrown on the eye. A small Frosh timidly asked if it was true that a grass- hopper saw everything upsidedown. Greg.—“Aw! say, if that was the case, when a grass- hopper went to hop, he’d jump into the ground.” Gladys (sighing)—“Oh! dear!” Fred Niepoth.—“Who is calling me?” Heard at Teacher’s Club Time 12:30 P. M. Miss Elliger.—“Gee, I’m getting a kick out of this bone!” Voice from other end of table—So did I, last week.” “Do you know George is dead?” “George who?” “George Washington.” • Ruth Jensen.—“How do you know that the thief who sto’e your automobile was a professional?” Hans.—“No one else could have started it.” (Walking in from Clear Creek) Ruth G.—‘T make a motion we sit down on this stump.” Erwin—“1 make a motion we don’t. I call for a division.” Ruth.—“All right. I’ll sit down and you can walk on.” Here’s to you Oh! Seniors! Studes thou never wert. Yet when we think about it We’ve never seen you shirk. Heard in General Science. “Has an Octopus fins?” rut. C til PM US A EXAMS. Questions to right of me. Questions to left of me. Questions in front of me. Written and thundered, Stormed at with “Why and “Tell ' Boldly I wrote and well, But unto the page of the record book. Blossomed a big round cipher And vanished my 100 per cent. In General Science Miss Elliger asked the question: “Do you know that there is a fire burning in the body all the time?” Robert Lamson answered:—“Yes, and I can see the smoke on a cold day.” One fellow’s sister in her little suite Fusses and fusses to look prim and neat. Another girl’s brother, who goes with the lass, Fusses and fusses in front of the glass. Soon down in her parlor these two just in fun Continue their fussing till long after one. Westwood Edition of Fire Songs “My Man”—Kenneth Walker. “I Ain’t Nobody's Darling”—Laura Chaffin. “Ma”—Bill Corbett. “All By Myself”—Bun Davis. “Ain’t We Got Fun”—Last period Study Hall. “Mello Cello”—Stanley Davis. “Say It With Music”—Ruth Jensen. “Vamping Rose —Ethel Bonney “Shuffle Along”—Harry Mitchell. “Oh! How She Can Dance”—Mazie Bonney. “Sally Come Back to Our Alley”—Leona Summers. “You Can’t Get Away From Me”—Beatrice Eckert. “Ma Cherie”—Agnes Israelson. “Daddy Long Legs”—Gus Dixon. Fage Sixty-Five “Take Your Girlies to the Movies”—Gregg De Costa. “He’s had no loving for a long, long Time”—Hick Allen. “Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning”—George Chipman. “I Follow the Girlies Around”—Monkey Morrison. “Smiles”—Howard Costar. “Moonlight”—Ruth Gadehon. D. Drake '25 CAN YOU IMAGINE? Junius having his Latin Lesson? Aggie being sent to Detention? Monk having the lead in the Operetta? Agnes Johnson with bobbed hair? George Chipman on time? Stanley Davis winning the 100yd. dash? Kenneth forgetting to comb his hair? Hans going to the Movies without Ruth? Frances not having the last say? Bernice going to a dance? Gregg not teasing Elsie? Edward out of Detention? Floyd with straight hair? Winnie missing a dance? Carl being serious? Gus waking up? Fred Nicpoth forgetting to be absent? Ruth Wilson agreeing with anyone? Anna growing bigger? Capitola not getting excited? Maxine flunking Latin? Hugh keeping still in Student Body Meeting? Beatrice swearing? Gladys Lowe refusing to play the piano for anyone? P £c Sixty-Six THt. CHIPMUNK WESTWOOD PHOTOPLAYS. Watch for Them! You’ll know Them! W. H. S. Production—“Experience”—Cast includes E. Eby. Mrs. Frodsham and Miss Neill. “Youth”—Starring Anna Jacobsen. “Ladies Must Live”—Leona Summers and Ethel Bonney. “A Prince There Was”—Ken Walker. “Exit—The Vamp”—Mildred Lamson. A Fred Morrison Production—“Don’t Tell Everything” with Frances Simpson leading lady. “A Fools Paradise”—Chemestry. 3rd period. “Boomerang Bill”—Hick Allen. “Three Live Ghosts”—Featuring Winnifred Rodman, Gus Dixon and Vere Hurd. “Conflict”—Student Body Meetings. “The Conquering Power”—Executive Committee. “High Heels”—Mazie Bonney. “Good Morning Dearie”—Featuring Monk Morrison and Ruth Gadehon. “The Queen of Sheba”—Gladys Lowe. “Doctor Jack”—Featuring the famous comedian Fred Niepoth. “The City of Silent Men”—All Frosh Classes. “Sentimental Tommy”—Featuring Elsie Steed and direct- ed by Gregg De Costa. “One a Minute”—Beatrice Eckert. “Sham”—By the famous comedian Edward Felion. “Too much Speed”—with Mr. Clark as hero. “The Mystery Road”—Road to Quincy. “The Lost Romance”—with Bill Corbett and Pauline Minshall. “Forever”—A labor of love pictures taken at Westwood High School. —JUNIOR CLASS LUNCHEON MENU— —Slopeteria— Fried hair, not (hare). Toe jam—and crackers. Beans—a-la-mode. Gum boot hash. Stale coffee—hard tacks. 1 hole of doughnut. 1 butter cup. Roasted bawlingout. Snake legs fried with fish ears. Worm shoulders boiled in ice. Flea knuckles fried to a turn. 1 dish of string jeans. Soft boiled fire bricks. Shredded neckties. 1 qt. varnish weighed on fish scales. Dog biscuits. Stuffed grasshopper legs boiled in alcohol. D. Drake '2 THh CHIPMUXk Name Edith Williford Agnes Israelson Canitola Quigley Ruth Wilson Ruth Gadehon Vera Jones Agnes Johnson Bernice Houghton Kenneth Walker Erwin Morrison Carl Allen Augustus Dixon John Carniato Joyce Ricketts Stanley Davis George Chipman Beatrice Eckert Winnie Rodman Edith Coil Ruth Jensen Hans Jacobsen Floyd Meyers Fred Niepoth Harry Wilkinson Nickname Eddie Aggie Cap Ruth Rip Vera Aggie Bernie Curly Monk Hick Doggie Cisto Joy Spencer Chipmunk Beenie Weenie fienie Rufus Frit:: Curly Pots Sheik-let Appearance Pleasant Refined Sedate Dignified Attractive Neat Giddy Timid Handsome Looks it Valentino Lanky Corn-fed Gentle Awkward Abbreviated Smily Snappy Sawed off Goody Freckled Industrious Foolish Nice fagt Suely-Seven Horoscope Past-Time Pet Expression Ambition Arguing with Mr. Eby Oh Gee! Doubtful Spent at the library Gwan County Librarian Spent with Mack Aw! To marry Mack Arguing Absolutely To argue some more Spent with Monk Snotty To grow Composing poetry Oh! Lordy To be a poetess Giggling Yah To catch a man Doing experiments Be gorrah To pass in chemistry Dancing Watcha gona do To be a champion about it swimmer Ask Rip Hey-y-y! To be an athlete Proposing Don’t y like it? To be one Sleeping Gosh I’m tired More sleep Studying Shut up! To graduate Counting coupons Criminy To have an easy life Mostly with George Wot? To be like his Dad Fixing his Ford Ye Gawds! To be able to play a saxaphone Writing to (?) Oh Dawd! To own a Park Talking on the telephone Dood Dod! Ain’t got none! Expecting letters My gawsh! To be popular Great Guns and To be a student Studying little pistols! body president Spent with Ruth Aw!!! (Ruth knows) Being good Gwan To keep on the Getting called down by honor roll Miss Harrison Oh Dod! Nobody knows Looking Sheik-v Oh My! To be popular with the ladies Pagt Sixty-high! I'tit. LHir.MUA A A utographs Press of If tstwooJ Sugar Pine Westwood. California