Avalon High School - Torqua Yearbook (Avalon, CA)

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A-ri +'mti1E.'1ron2o,ur-11+ gui se :fn ? CA'lll-llCRINli MACKAY ARTHUR GOULI Jl NG Shall show us how divine Never elated when on.e a thing a woman may be. man's oppressed, never dejected while another's blessed. Senior Class History 55 li HAVE crossed the bay, the ocean lies before us. Our voyage may be long, or it may be short. Perhaps it will be rough, perhaps smooth. VVe have not the entire control over these circum- stancesg but, with the knowledge we have gained in our past four years in Avalon lligh School as a background, we cannot fail to show ability and skill. If you could see a record of all the worth-while accomplishments which our members have ligured in in the last four years, you could readily see by our record of this year that we are still keeping pace with the most alert. VVe have just completed a very active year's pro- gram. lilesides the regular studies and class activities which' are the duties of the Seniors, we have been well represented in every line of ac- tivity. All our students took part in dramatics, and a couple made names for themselves in music. Although not leaders in athletics, we were still prominently active. lierne Slaughter and Art Goulcling served very ably in the Student- llody Commission, and Catherine MacKay and George Minney held the presidencies in the Girls' League and lloys' Circle, respectively. On the Sugar Loaf Staff will be found the names of lierne Slaughter, Cath- erine Macliay and Art Goulding. Wfc feel certain that if our mem- bers continue to'take the active parts in worldly affairs that they have taken in lligh School activi- ties, they will come out among the winners. Our class of '27 is very small in numbers, but genius, we are told, is always sparse, so we hold high hopes for what we will discover in that wondrous treasure chest-the Future.

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Qggagsf-S +'i.rniE'ro1noUa+i+ 4g9 , - - GEORGE MINNISY FISIQNIC SLAUGIIIIICR ' VVho speaks the truth stabs Fame is the scentless sun- falsehdod in the heart. Hower with gaudy crown of gold, but friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. Class Prophecy 'll NVAS a gloomy evening in the year 1950. After partaking of a heavy meal, ,I retired for a good night's rest. It seemed as if I had slept but a few moments when, sud- denly, I was awakened by the feel- ing of a presence in my room. This indescribable something took the shape of Torqua, Indian Chief of Catalina. llc beckoned me to fol- low. Out into the wind and driving snow we Ilew, over rain drenched hills and windswept seas to.-Paris. Here in an immense opera house- could I believe my eyes ?-was Ferne. Hair llying, eyes wild with emotion, face contorted, she was nightly thrilling thousands with her tantrums on a live keyboard piano and at the same time airing her powerful contralto voice. Suddenly there was a terrilic ex- plosion which rent the air and tore one entire side of the opera building asunder. VVell, you can guess George Minney was at the bottom of it. In a wild attempt to invent a painless method for absorbing mathematics he lost his worthy life. As we moved on, the tower of the Woolworth Building came into view. 1-Iere was ArtAGoulding-he always had high aspirations--db recting plane traiiic. Passing over Cairo, now quite a city, I saw Catherine MacKay. Great guns! She was editor-in- chief of a 'llrue Confessions Maga- zine and wri.ting most of the stories herself. 'l'hen the spirit wafted me back to my home in Avalon where I meditated and pondered over the things I had just seen and wished that we could all have those good old High School days to live over once again.