Alameda High School - Acorn Yearbook (Alameda, CA)

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HAMM, T.-6'Flash',-Star and Key 111, 121, 131, A. H. S. Track Team 111, 121, 131, Captain Track Team 131, Judiciary Board 131. Future: University of California. HUNTINGTON, F.- Peanuts -Future: University of California. KERR, J.- Jim -From Hea1d's 131, Star and Key 131. Future: University of California. MELBIN, C.- Beans -Star and Key 121, 131, Football 121, 131, Track 131, Judiciary Board 141, Financial Secretary A. S. A. H. S., Manager Acorn. Future: Undecided. MELBIN, W.- Wal',-Star and Key 111, 121, 131, Inter-class Football 121, Inter-class American football 131, A. H. S. Track Team 141, Wearer of Block A. Future: University of California. MATHEWSON, L.-'LLouie'l-Non. Com. A. H. S. Cadets 121, 131, Senior Play. Future: Undecided. NEVILLE, B.- Red,'-Military 111, 121, Assistant Manager Acorn 141. Future: University of California. SWETT, D.- Dan -Orchestra 111, Military 111, Star and Key 111, 121, 131, 141. SANSOM, P.- Governor -Class President 141, Stage Manager of Four of Heartsv 141, Governor in His Excellency the Governor 141, Assistant Manager His Excellency the Governor 141. Future: College. TAYLOR, L.-5'Law -Inter-class Baseball 121, 131, 141, Inter-class Football 121, 131, Swimming 131, 141. Future: University of California. VOLLMAR, R.-f'Vo11ey,,-Star and Key 111, 121, 131, 141, Military 111, Editor French Club 141. Future: University of California. WALDEN, C.4 Duck -Track team 121, 131, 141, Thrift Stamp Captain 131, Advisory Tennis Captain 141. Future: University of California. Page Twenty-six

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sleeping on the Job for he would have wasted no time ln rounding up this blue streakf, If one could tear his eyes from the beautiful lines of the machine and glance at the occupants, he would see the close rival of an old-time royal carriage. The car was piloted by a chauffeur wearing an immaculate blue uniform with big brass buttons. He had a long nose which looked all the longer, due to the fact that he held it always heavenward. In the back seat lounged a woman who was the perfect picture of a luxurious snob. In her lap sat that which received the only affection of which this woman of stone was capable-a poodle HE big car sped silently up the well-paved slreet. Evidently Grey, the speed cop, was dog. He was white and fluffy, but even about his cuteness there seemed a haughtiness of manner which held him aloof from his more common brothers. So the car sped onward, causing people to dodge here and there. Suddenly there was a sharp squeaking as the chauffeur jammed on the brakes. A scream broke from the lips of a woman across the street. Madame ceased petting Toodles for a moment to investigate the cause of the sudden stop. Looking down with a calm, cold stare, she perceived a poor, old foreigner, evidently of the Jewish peasantry, lying in the gutter where the car had knocked him. Wiping a deep cut in his forehead, he looked up with an expression so pitiful as to move a statue. Yet, instead of the consoling words which he expected, there broke from Madame a ringing laugh-a laugh which the man would remember to his dying hour. Then there came into the Jew's face a look which caused Madame to say, Home, Jamesf, And with another laugh from Madame, the blue streak was resumed. As the enraged old man watched the hated car with its hated occupants disappear in the distance, he shook his fist and presented such a maddened aspect as to cause the woman who had given vent to the scream to resume her walking hurriedly. The poor unfortunate had taken an oath, yet little did he know how Fate would one day give l1in1 the chance to carry it out. II Business had been poor in the antique shop of Swin Woert today. Few people had entered through the creaky door and none had bought anything netting the old Jew any profit. His days of prosperity were over, he was only losing money. Why did he not gather his treasured earnings and go back to his old home across the waters, there to die in peace? Why did he not go home where he was welcome and where his misfortunes would not be laughed at? Was it Fate or something else that kept him? Page Twenty-eight