Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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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

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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

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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.