Atascadero High School - Santa Lucia Yearbook (Atascadero, CA)

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A V, ','L K 1 ' A A 'f ' A I. J A -t gg . -.s-. CLASS OFFICERS MARGARET DAVIS .... President RICHARD KELLY . . Vice-President ALICE BERRY . . Secretary-Treasurer CLASS HISTORY EM11.1E Pxekce, '28 What's that fluttering noise I hear?,' Oh, just another flock of chirping Hedglings just up from the Hatchery. Freshmen, you know. Thus were we greeted upon our arrival here after our first long Hight. A short while before, we had left the Grammar School Hatchery, and after resting up a bit were told that it was time to migrate to our new home on the hill. As we fiitted around getting accustomed to our new and delightful surroundings and renewing old acquaintances of the Hatchery, we found that our old friends had quite forgotten their younger days and were beginning to be annoyed by our inexperience. They also decided that the color arrangement of our feathers lacked harmony. Too much green, said they. So they straightway proceeded to dye every one of our feathers a brilliant orange fiecked with grey. This, they explained, was to show that we belonged to IVI. B. U. H. S. It was not long, however, before our talents were recognized by the upper classmen and soon they were drawing from our flock for athletes, musicians, vocal- ists, actors, and, in fact, anything they needed. When our green feathers had entirely disappeared, our title changed also. We became Sophomores. Our Sophomore year found many of our members filling Student Body and Girls' League offices, and some had even found places on the Annual Staff. Early in the year We decided to do something very clever and original, so we began a series of school dances which have since proved very popular. Another feather in our cap! Juniors! Higher and higher were we rising toward our goal. Our Junior year was even more successful than the other two. lNIore offices were entrusted to us. Our Prom was a huge success. And then, before we realized it, we had reached the clouds. We were Sen- iors. Nothing need be said of this year except that it has been the busiest, happiest one of all. And now, as we bid farewell to M. B. U. H. S., we can surely say that she has sheltered us well and we know that our wings of ambition will carry us farther toward our greater goal because they were strengthened here.

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DOROTHY WEAVER The warm-hrartrd Robin, S11ring'.t jirst true hafbingcr. College Preparatory Course. Volleyball '25, '26, '27, '28, The ToreadOrs '25, Glee Club '25, '26, '27, '28, Basketball '26, '27, '28, The Pirates Daughter '26, Girls' Athletic Manager '27, Pres- ident Girls' League '28, In Old Louisiana '28, Dust of the Road '28, Senior Play, Clarence '28, Follies of '28. ALBERTA WEBER Thrrc swoops the Meadow-Lark, Pcrsczfrriug in its .march for life'.r oierings. Commercial Course. The Toreadors '25, The Pirate's Daughter '26, Glee Club '25, '26, '27, Basketball '26, '27, '28, Volleyball '26, '27, '28, Typing Contest '25, '26, Follies of '28. ESTELLA WEBER Quickly run: the Quail, an athletic bird, With m'1'vr a swcrving from her .rtraight path. Commercial Course. The TOreadors '25, The I'irate's Daughter '26, Glee Club '25, '26, '27, Basketball '26, '27, '28, Volleyball '26, '27, '28, Typing Contest '26, '27, '28, Follies of '28. DONALD STINCHFIELD The Pcnguin, a corky fcllow hr, With worldly and sophisticated mein. College Preparatory Course. Football 25, Baseball '26, Football '27, Basketball '28, A. and M. Club '26, '27, '28, President of A. and M. Club '28, Follies of '28 , In Old Louisiana '28. RICHARD Kl5LI.Y In ilu' antivnt forrst Thr Waodfvrrkrr breaks thc silence With his rhythmic tattoo. College Preparatory Course. Entered from Blue Ridge School for Boys, N. C. Football '26, '27, Baseball Squad '27, Basketball '27, '28, Follies of '28.

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THE ASCENSION OF THE CLASS OF '28 Doizorl-xv FORTNEY, '28 Making a tremulous approach to the blazing light, which, to tell the truth, I didn't just recognize, it seemed to me that I was in the presence of a familiar soul. Brown eyes placidly gazed at me and thru the mist of thirty years I rec- ognized Harriette Hasty. She murmured something about, Fancy seeing you here, and I politely told her that the pleasure was all mine, but where were we? Hiet was astonished,--didn't I know Heaven when I saw it? She had known it intuitively the minute she came near it, but then Hiet had been a professional host- ess on earth and was used to such things, and other things, also. As it neared my turn in line I heard St. Peter asking someone for her name, address, previous condition of servitude, and credentials. Behold, it was Mar- garet Davis, who in that distant year had been president of the glorious class of '28. It appeared that Skeeter was the head of a big pastry organization and that one of her cakes had burned which same caused Skeeter to die of a fit of anger. With Hiet and Skeeter vouching for my good behavior, St. Peter let me in with probably only a few twinges of conscience. I did hear, later, that he had hesitated on the names of Donald Stinchfield and Marion Hess. But Hess, re- nowned for his ability to make yes and no change places, soon convinced St. Peter that Stinchy and he were decided advantages to Paradise. Stinchy, a tooth-paste advertiser, beamed with such brightness that the heavens alone could reflect his glory. We were all glad to hear this as we needed all boys possible in our class reunion, for that was what it was beginning to be. Who should be St. Peter's private secretaries but Emilie Pierce and Norah Hobbs! They informed us that most of the old gang had already arrived. It was evident that some of the class had not left old habits behind, for I noticed Lois Doser and Dick Kelly teaching young angels to do the Celestial Clog. That is, Shorty was teaching them and Chard was audience. Skeeter mentioned the fact that Edith Mallet had been the other half of the Davis 81 Mallet Cake Co., and that we might expect to see Edith any moment. Sure enough, we did. She was talking to Jane Dussard. Jane had been a trained nurse on Earth and had taken care of all the good customers of Skeeter's and Edith's. Oskee wow wow! Whiskee Whee, Whee -1-. Arden! He who had been in consular service for the government, was re- verting to High School days and leading a feminine choir in a rousing cheer. Close by Dot Weaver was running interference with My Blue Heaven, a song which was made unusually popular in 1928 by Dot Weaver. Nick Fair was accompanying her on the harp. Yes, Nick finally got her harp. Norman Hinton had been experimenting with an airship in his leisure hours from banking. Nemo and the airship started for the moon but arrived in Heaven. Recovering from his embarrassment, Nemo proceeded to explain that it was a case of mistaken identities. Alice Berry flew up to get a full report of Nemo's experience for the Halo Herald and right in her wake came Ada Moore. Ada was followed, as usual, by two wistful young men angels whose names are unknown. Alice said that she had been listening in on a heated debate between Foxy and Esther Breese with Edith Thompson as referee. Their ability for such things had been ably demon- strated in American Democracy class. Alice also mentioned that the topic under discussion was utterly foreign to the time and place. In the distance I noticed Estella and Alberta having a sisterly game of basket- ball. Estella and Alberta had each been given a medal for conspicuous bravery while in action. You see, they had discovered a practical use for halos-just the thing for baskets in basket-ball! A Wee cherub was flirting around watching them