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

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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

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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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and it was some time before I recognized Wilma McGarvey, as dainty as ever and as full of life. Frances Vail came rushing over to greet us. Francois, with her genius for executive duties, was chairman of the Decoration Committee of Associated Angels. She had been unavoidably detained by some seraphic body who refused to be decorated. Teacher was in Heaven. Naturally. When the roll was called up yon- der the whole class responded with energetic heres. Teacher called the class to order and by some miracle or other we all did come to order, after a time, and Marylyn Ball, who long had a suppressed desire to be a music teacher, led the class of '28 in the stirring strains of-- Angels pass And remark, 'Some class! I They're the last wordl' CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of the Margarita Black Union High School, being of sound minds and impenetrable consciences, having gained a vast amount of experi- ence, knowledge and other peculiar but equally important characteristics during our four years sojourn here, do hereby bequeath and bestow upon various notorious characters, the following, fmay they use them well and profit by theml. To-wit: I, MARYLYN BALL, do bequeath my studious nature to Lewis Cavanaugh. I, ALICE BERRY, do bequeath my place on the honor roll to Arthur Horner. I, ESTHER BREESE, do bequeath my lipstick to Barbara Clark. I, MARGARET DAVIS, do bequeath my Presidency of the Senior Class to some unlucky Junior. I, LOIS DOSER, do bequeath my exquisite dancing feet to Walter Nelson. I, JANE DUSSARD, do bequeath my ability to write letters in class, fand to get away with itj to Margaret Worden. I, LUCILLE FAIR, do bequeath my athletic ability to Owen Asberry. I, DOROTHY FORTNEY, do hereby discard Sweetly Dottems and do bequeath it to the M. B. U. H. S. Museum to be used in case of fire. I, HARRIETT HASTY, do bequeath my graceful carriage Knot meaning buggyj to Hinton Howe. I, MARION HESS, do bequeath my inspiring tenor voice to my brother, Harold, so that this priceless treasure may be kept in the family. I, NORIWIAN HINTON, do bequeath my tuxedo used in the Senior Play to Arthur Ayres to be worn at future A and M Club Dances. l, NORAH HOBBS, do bequeath my ability to keep quiet at the right time to Arden Weaver. I, DICK KELLY, do bequeath my inborn and everlasting laziness to Max- ine Hammock. I, ARDEN LICHTY, do bequeath my chronic liver ailment and ability to drive mules without swearing to Robert Pennington. I, EDITH MALLET, do bequeath my Geisha Doll Look fwhatever that may bel to Frances Peterson of Dutch nationality. I, WILMA MCGARVEY, do bequeath my infinitesimal size to Halford Hartson, our only specimen of Herculean stature. I, ADA MOORE, do bequeath my abhorrence of all forms of reptiles to Ruth Talbot-may she enjoy them! I, EMILIE PIERCE, do bequeath my habit of saying I don't know in History to Helen Reynolds. fPerhaps she doesn't need itl. ' I, DONALD STINCHFIELD, do bequeath my motorcycle to Howard