Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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Class Will Faculty: Now, dear Senior Class of '26, do you feel yourselves to be properly instructed so as to make your way in this cruel, wide, world if we should let you go??? Class of '26: Surely!!! We, believing ourselves to be fully encumbered with knowledge, are anxious to try our wings. And knowing that we compose the wit and—(half wit)—of the school and feeling that it would be wrong to entirely deplete the school of such, do hereby bequeath it to the other classes to be divided evenly, perhaps being a trifle generous to the class of '27. Also feeling that we should have no use for the scholarship trophy out in the world we decided early in the year just to let the three lower classes compete for it, hoping all the time it would land in the hands of the Juniors. Because we are all so clever we have several individidual bequests to make. I, Howard Costar, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to marcel my hair perfectly to Robert Gleason, trusting him to make good use of it. I, Earl Lane, do hereby will and bequeath to Thomas Weitzel my melodious tenor voice, and my sheiking possibilities to Don Sommerville. I, Joe Sharon, do hereby will my jet black hair and five jars of “Gloco” to go with it to Marie Phelon (although she really doesn't need it). I, Richard Atkins, do hereby will and bequeath to Richard Brown all my surplus flesh, and to Einar Knutson my vast oil fields. I. Amo Griffith, do hereby will and bequeath to Marion Huggins my ability to be an all round athlete. I, Milton Rosenstreter, do hereby will and bequeath to James King all my freckles. I, Lydia McKinney, do hereby will to Maggie Martin my ambition to become the first lady governor of California. I, Fred Morrison, do hereby will and bequeath to Lewis June my habit of regularly sleeping in classes (trusting he will not snore). I, Edward Felion, do hereby will and bequeath to Pat Ross my ambitions to become a world famous trapper. I, Patricia Pratt, do hereby will and bequeath to Reinette Fowler my sur plus avoirdupois. I, Elsie Steed, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to draw down ones (l’s) to Cifford Ross. I, Harry Gilbert, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to sheik all the girls to Charles Mollart. I, Henry Coyle, leave to Kenneth Lofstedt my ability to play a sax perfectly. To Mary Tisserand, I, Ella Shults, leave my ability to be a master soda jerker. I, Bill Corbett, do hereby will and bequeath to Donalda Felion my talent as a pianist and to Robert Gleason my talent on the “sliphorn.” I, Virginia Sexton, do hereby will and bequeath to Marjorie Williford my habit of regular tardiness. I, Ellis Minshall, leave my position as President of the Student Body to [Eighteen]

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looked just the same as ever and after I talked with him for a while I saw right away that he was just as onery as when we held class meetings.'' “Patricia Pratt is a stenographer in the San Francisco employment office of the Red River Lumber Company and I believe she is going to be an old maid.’’ “Last, but not least (not very much), your kid brother, where is he? “Oh, he has become a zoologist at present. He is in the wilds of Brazil collecting specimens. “Well, Dick, I guess you wonder what I am doing up in this lost world. I shall tell you. The government has been having trouble with this mining company, and as I have made a study of this kind of work, and know just how much mineral can be taken from this ground, I was sent up here by government officials: then, again, I guess you wonder why I am working in the mine and not on the outside. Well. I make a record and send it in to the government every week. This mine will be closed down in about two weeks, because of the crooked work going on.” “This is a great life, Dick, but tomorrow night lets me out of here, thank heavens!” “When are you pulling out, old man? “I am pulling out tomorrow also. We will have to take the sleds and dog teams to Dawson: from there we will take a boat to Vancouver. Then we will be back in God's country.” One month later found Dick and me parting at Vancouver. I was headed for Washington. D. C, and Dick for San Francisco. I fe.t a great deal happier to hear about all the gang and I wished the best of luck and health to Dick. Then 1 hoped to meet some one of the gang so I could tell them all the news and fell asleep in time to have the porter come up to me, shake me and say, “Mister, de next stop is Washington Dee See.” —B. C. ’26. 1? A love for a higher purpose, For a betterment of youth. For the young hands and eager hearts Seeking the wisdom of truth. Friendship that is more than passing, Sternness for the ultimate good. Oh, the grief and care. And at times despair, For those that will not try. But the future is fair For those who care For success that is not all fame The ones who stay in the same old rut, Have no one but themselves to blame. —Lee Ross '27. [Seventeen]

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anybody who is fool enough to take it. To Thelma Long I leave my golden locks. To Thomas Weitzel, I. Lee Ross do hereby will and bequeath my ambition to be Minnie Martin’s sheik. I, Victor Scammon, do hereby will and bequeath my slender figure to Laverne Payne. I, Clayton Boyer, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to be the teacher s pet to Lois Taylor. To Marion Norton, I, Anna Jacobson, do hereby will and bequeath my sprightliness. I, Clyde Vernon, do hereby will and bequeath anything I leave behind me to anyone who wants it, but would particularly like to will to Frank Swaim my ability to write English themes. [Nineteen]