Burlingame High School - Panther Tracks Yearbook (Burlingame, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1931 volume:

MBQLMIMIHIDTIUS HESGBHEIHMQDHESS I'9'3'1 M Published by The Associated Students of the BURLINGAME HIGH SCHOOL BURLINGAME, CALIFORNIA ? T Qur Graduates of 1930-1931, , OINGI Climbing! Building! Creating! That's fung that's living. Arriving is the end. To you as seniors, as graduates, as young men and women about to fare forth upon the seven seas in search of adventure, here is your Challenge. Today at the completion of your high school work you are facing a commencement. In reality it means more go- ing, more climbing, more building, more creating. You could not want to feel you had arrived. There are within you too many of the finer things you have not had a chance to express. To those of us who have tried to guide your steps these years, you have just begun,-you have just set forth upon your way. Life is before you to make of it what you will. How soon you arrive is determined by the destiny you plan for yourselves. May your lives be so filled with the desire to live and grow that each task completed may again be a commence- ment. opening before you broader and finer vistas than you -have yet seen, and that with high courage and deter- mination you may carry on to fulfillment our highest ideals for you. ELSIE NORTHRUP 1 il CAMPUS ECHOES Rolvcrt Banncrot Betty Bangle Lois Barr Marion Barncs Doris Bastian Doris Bicknell John Bolcs Claire Bovyer John Bradley Elizabeth Brunc Arthur Breucr Frank Brown Virginia Bullivant Warren Callow Margaret Cheney Carhrync Courtcr Elizabeth Crow Hardin Dnrnlcy Ellen Da Ve Clyde Devine Paul Dibblc Dorothy Dodd L61 ,, Bzwlingame H 2 gb S 619001 Norman Dole Carlom Drews Elena Drews Normnn'Drnsscl Edward Enquisr William Ewing Elmer Funkc Florita Gadd Edgar Girard Myrtle Hickman Frances Hirschey Garnctrc Hodge Grant Holt William Holmberg Maurice Inglcbright Roderic Ireland Marie Louise johnson jack Kimball Olive Lnngmn Maxine Long Evelyn McMillin Alexander MacPherson U1 CAMPUS ECI-IOES James Mellen Kenneth Ohran Paul O'Neil Margaret Patterson Adrieroc Pedeprade Margaret Pollock ,Althea Pratt H. Morton Reid Mary Schindler Peggy Scott Silas Sinton Kathleen Small Lois Spillcr Lewis Tharp Elgie Tompson Virginia Thorson George XVallaec Frances Warren Marian NVest Ieon Whitsell Ruth Wolcott D33 Burlingame High School enzbr ecor s DECEMBER CLASS BANGLE, BETTY: Vice-President H12 Class: Sec. Com. School Aff.: Honor Society. BANNEROT. ROBERT: Track '27. BARNES, MARION: A. G. S. Treasurer: President Stunt Club: Block B Society. BARR, Lots: Honor Society: Orchestra: Basketball. BICKNELL, DORIS: Underwood Award: A. G. S. Activities Com.: Mummers Club. BOLES, JOHN: Spanish Club: High Senior Committee. BOVYER, CLAIRE: Honor Society: Chair Sen. Gift Com.: Senior Committee. BREUER, ARTHUR: Honor Society: Orchestra: German Club. BROWN, FRANK: Student Manager: Block B : Commissioner of Order. BRUNE, ELIZABETH: A. G. S. Hospitality Committee: B Staff: German Club. BULLIVANT, VIRGINIA: B Editor: Honor Society: Publicity Commission. CALLOW, XXIARREN: B StaE: Secretary-treasurer Gun Club. CHENEY. MARGARET: Chair. A. G. S. Hospitality Comm.: Press Club: Tennis Club. COURTER, CATHERYNE: B Staff: Spanish Club: Hockey '27. CROW, ELIZABETH: Chair. A. G. S. Assemblies Comm.: Senate. DEVE, ELLEN: A. G. S.Ht3pitality Comm.: B Staff: Household Arts Club. DEVINE, CLYDE: Block B : Band.- DIBBLE, PAUL: Remington Awarcl: Block B Society: Band. DODD, DOROTHY: Transfer Notre Dame, Belmont: Tennis Club: Soccer. DREWS, CARLOTTA: German Club: Man. Tennis Team '5O: A. G. S. Bd. Rep. DREWS. ELENA: German Club: Tennis Club: Orchestra. EWING, BILL: Chairman A. B. S. Nominating Com.: Band: Stunt Club. DROSSEL, NORMAN: Sect. H12 Class: Spanish Club: Honor Society. DOLE. NORMAN: Chair. Spec. Awards Com.: Stunt Club. FUNKE, AL.: T-Square Club: Block GADD, FLORITA: Transfer Sena High School, Hollister. ' GIRARD. ED.: Mummers Club: Band. HICKMAN. MYRTLE: A. G. S. Publicity Chair.: Commissioner Publicity: Hon. Soc. HODGE. GARNET: Spanish Club: B Staff: Latin Club. HOLMBERG, BILL: Block B Society: Band: Hi-Y Club. HOLT, GRANT: Honor Society: Band: Senior Dress Committee. INGLEBIUGHT. MAURICE: Transfer Castlemont High and Oakland Technical. JOHNSON. MARIE LOUISE: A. G. S. Room Chairman: French Club: B Staff. KIMBALL, JACK: A. B. S. Executive Board: Honor Society: Orchestra. LANGTON, OLIVE: Orchestra. LONG. MAXINE: Band: Volleyball. NIACPHERSON, ALEX: German Club: Band: Orchestra. MELLEN, JIM: Commission of Order: Band. Ol-IRAN. KENNETH: Band: Orchestra: Football. ' O'NEIL, PAUL: President H12 Class: Chairman Senate: Press Club. PATTERSON, MARGARET: Senior Committee: A. G. S. Hospitality Comm.: B Staff. PEDEPRADE, ADRIENNE: Homemaking Club: Glee Club. POLLOCK. NIARGARETZ A. G. S. Hospitality Committee: Press Club. PRATT. ALTHEA: Chairman Council: Block B : Honor Society. REID, HUGH: Transfer Lowell: Stunt Club. SCOTT. PEGGY: Band: Orchestra: Basketball. SCI-IINDLER, MARY: C. S. F.: Block B : Editor SMALL, KATHLEEN: Honor Society: Orchestra: German Club. SPILLER, Lois: Spanish Club: Tennis Club: Stunt Club. THARPE. LEWIS: Commissioner of Order: Senior Ball' Committee: Stunt Club. THORSON, VIRGINIA: A. G. S. Social Service Committee: B Staff. WALLACE, GEORGE: Transfer St. Mary's Berk.: Track: Senior Dress Committee. WARREN. FRANCES: A. G. S. Hospitality Comm.: A. G. S. Soc. Serv. Com.: Mummers WEST, MARION: Honor Society: A. G. S. Hospitality Comm.: Mummers Club. WHITSELL, LEON: Honor Society: German Club: Band. L93 CAMPUS ECHOES P1-opdecy of ide December Class 1930 S we were leaving the Sinton-Holmberg Hotel, I glanced at my new two- jeweled Whitsell watch. We had just enough time for one of those quick breakfasts which were obtainable at the Cheney Cafeteria. After breakfast we hailed one of the numerous Funke-Pedeprade taxis. We arrived at the Inglebright-Callow Depot after a breath-taking ride with reckless Ruth Wolcott. Posily standing in the center of the waiting-room was john Boles, lustily announcing, The 11:45 on track No. 8, leaving for Bruneville, Crow Town, Gaddburg, and all points westf, We purchased our tickets from Mr. P. W. Dibble. While walking the plat- form, we nearly stumbled over the bent figure of Rod Ireland, who was very busy oiling the driving-wheels. We continued on our way and found our seats. Soon, after several severe jerks, the train began to pull out of the station under the loving hand of Ken Ohran. After we had ridden for several miles Cathryne Courter came through selling Mellon-Enquist cigarettes. Following very close behind came Lewis Tharp, the conductor. Before we knew it, we were in Gaddburg. As soon as we stepped off of the train, Arthur Breuer came forward and offered us his services and his one-horse shay. We accepted the shay. We set. out for the circus grounds and on the way passed Elgie Thompson, who was wearily tramping down the road with a bundle on his back. Soon we arrived at the Bangle-Barnes Circus. While we were walking between the long rows of tents, we were attracted by the loud voice of Ed Girard, announcing the Bicknell-Hirschey Side Show , featuring Clyde Devine, the Canadian Midgetg Kathleen Small, the living skeleton, and Ellen DeVe, the Egyptian snake charmer. We took a second glance at the names of the performers and then left for the big tent. Our attention was drawn to Margaret Patterson, who was trying her best to sell johnson-Langton Home-Cured Bacon. As soon as we arrived at the big tent, we bought our tickets from the hawker, Hugh Reid, and were rushed into the tent. As we passed Jack Kimball, who was selling penny balloons for a nickel, we saw Frank Brown trying to sell tickets for a new Miger Austen. Next we passed a herd of elephants, and our attention was attracted by a man in green silk knickers. It was George Wallace, the chief elephant feeder. After a short search we located Bill Ewing, and he directed us to our seats. Before the performance the clowns, Dole and Drossel, came in as the horses' respective parts. Immediately after their exit the ladies, band entered, playing A Picture No Artist Can Paint , by Virginia Thorson. Among the noisiest. players were Marion West, Mary Schindler, Myrtle Hickman, Evelyn McMillin, and Margaret Pollock. Overhead the Drews Sisters were doing their stunts on the trapeze. Then the parade started. On the largest elephant was Lois Barr, the circus queen. Next came Frances Warren on a small Shetland Pony. Then f10l Burlingame H 2 gh School came Peggy Scott and Doris Bastian on Drossel's Mule. At this point we were attracted by Alex McPherson, who was selling peanuts now so that he could sell soda water later. Wlmen we looked back to the center of the tent, the parade had vanished and the rings were beginning to fill. At the far end Lucy Pratt was playing with her Panthers. Paul O'Nei1 was announcing in his loud voice the acrobrats, Virginia Bullivant and Bob Bannerot, as they came into the ring. At the other end Bud Datnley was playing tag with a leopard. just then the animal was it. For the amusement of small boys, Lois Spiller and Harriet Long, the bare-back riders, performed in a ring. Dorothy Dodd, with the help of Al Meyer, john Bradley, and Garnett Hodge, was showing how well she could get along with the old hippopotamus, and Grant Holt was busy keeping the lions from fighting. flu Revoir We are the outgoing senior class. We leave the school this yearg And though in ways it's hard to pass From things we've held so dear, We're anxious, too, to try new ways And soar to dreamed-of goals. Ambition rules our future days, We're earnest, sincere souls, So wish us godspeed on our way, You pals that stay behind, And when you leave some other day, We'll send you wishes kind. MYRTLE LAYTON lflll 5, F CAMPUS EcHoEs Donald Allcn Arthur Anderson Nun Andersen Ray Arnold Peter Bailey Ed Bartlett Paul Barton Marvin Bookman Emmczt Broderick Gladys Brown Betty jane Burke Jane Buerkel VirginiaBurnham john Burrows Doris Cambe Al Clark Anna Cooke Joe Czapkay Robert Doidge Betty Defendorf Elennore Drughl Robert Dwan Andrew Ewen .X K, h wx W alll U21 Bzzrlingame H i gb School Robert Fowler Leo Gadd Walter Girdwoyn Bill Hankins Ethel May Hannigan Gordon Head Betty Hedden Billy Helms Gould Henrickscn james Hill Gordon Hunter Isobel Hunter Rex Hunter Fhomic lmazu Yoshi Imazu Dorothy jackson Richard johnson Robert jones Eleanor Kelly Stanley Kendall Frank Kncupfcr Billie Lathan Myrtle Layton Grace Legler U53 CAMPUS ECHOES Edna Lewis Dudley Lindner I Ed McGuire Norman Malaresra George Marsh Hazel McCarthy June McEntcc Lillian McFarlane Don McLean Ardys Miller Marshall Moore Marian Moulin Harriet Newman Dorothy Nielsen Evelyn Pausmann Richard Penniman Marjorie Plambeck Tom Pudan Norine Purcell Billy Radford Dora Ratkovich Virginia Reycn Marion Roberts Robert Robertson U41 Burlingame High School Vivian Robertson Violet Rosson Clydc Ryan Mervin Samuel Florence Schaffncr Dorothy Schmidt Kenneth Smith Bill Smith Bill Stanford Theodore Steacl jcan Steinbeck james Sooy Inns: Taylor Billy Tiddy Marshall Treadwell Marion Tweedy Anne Wackcrman Margaret XVarn Janet XVcblJcr Herbert Welch Elizabeth XVessel Brandt XVickcrsham Mallricc Vfilliams Gladys l.Vilson E151 MR. S. W. BEEMAN MRS. N. BENSON MRS. F. H. BOREN MR. E. O. BROSE MR. L. BLUCHER MISS F. S. BUNDY MRS. A. B. BURNETT MISS J. CAMPBELL MISS A. CONNELLY MISS A. M. CORCORAN MR. S. DEANE MR. W. F. DREW MR. R. A. FERTIG MISS I. GERRITT ffxfu A 18 f M Q A S3 EJ lffiix Kg CAMPUS ECHOES faculty MISS M. HARRIS MISS F. HARVEY MR. L. E. HASELTINE MR. E. HEVEY MISS H. M. HODGHEAD MR. H. T. KEELER MR. L. G. LANCASTER MRS. H. K. LEWIS MISS B. MAPLE MISS V. MAPLE MR. F. GRANT MARSH MR. E. A. MCALLISTER MR. E. H. MCCOLLISTER MISS W. MCCURDY MISS M. NOAKES A MISS ELSIE NORTHRUP MR. D. OHLSON MISS M. J. OROZCO MISS M. PARISI-I MRS, J. ROBISON MR. C. STORY MRS. F. SUTCLIFFE MISS H. J. THOMPSON MISS H. V. T ILLOTSON MR. R. W. WATSON MR. G. WEDERTZ MR. F. WILTON MR. O. G. WOLCOTT MR. E. H. YOUNG fa-I -M .mph MEM Qfgfvf' A 59 S f My A - . Nl Q C XXMXXNXX LZ, J L -S '- X' 0' NNN ZS iw! J? IIE-'SQN im i . K3 Ib Qgcbxf 2-9, 1 F I E161 Bzniingame H i gh School ettel-et! lass stands for Seniors, sublime and sedate. Were leaving our high school to tackle our fate. stands for earnestness, excellence, too. We've all been good pals and are sorry we're through is for neatness, for which We all aim, We trust that you, also, will strive for the same. 's for initiative, possessed by our leaders. How far would the world get without it, my readers? stands for order and otderliness. There's much of the first, of the other there's less. stands for 'rithmetic, running, and right. Were good in them all and put up a good fight. stands for character, cut-ups, and craze. You should see our red hats coming out in a blaze. stands for loyalty to our dear school. We'll love her forever and live by her rule. 's for ambition, ability, aim. We've learned them all here, and we're glad that we came. stands for service-we aim to serve all. ln this some excel. Others do stall. is for study, and serenity, too. This is the end, and I'm glad that I'm through. IRENE CHRISTENSEN U71 CAMPUS ECHOES Owenioz' kecoz-cfs JUNE CLASS ALLEN, DONALD: Council: Commissioner of Finance: Circus Parade Comm. ANDERSON, ARTHUR: T-Square Club: Block B : T-Square Club. ANDERSON, NAN: Press Club: Band. ARNOLD, RAYMOND: President A. B. S.: T-Square Club: Block BAILEY, PETER: Mummers' Club: Block Society: Latin Club. BARTLETT, EDWIN: Mummers' Club: Press Club. BARTON, PAUL: Transfer Mission High School, S. F.: Mechanical Drawing Club. BOOKMAN, MARVIN: Transfer. BRODERICK, EMMETT: Council: Awards Comm.: Block BROWN, GLADYS: Honor Society: Commissioner Girls' Athletics C. S. F. BUERKEL, JANE: German Club: Press Club. BURKE, BETTY JANE: Sect. H12 Class: Chair. Girls' Block B Soc.: Hon. Soc. BURNHAM, VIRGINIA: Hon. Soc.: Stunt Club: Comm. for Circus. BURROWS, JOHN: Transfer East High, Salt Lake: T-Square Club: Honor Soc. CAMPE, DORIS: Mummers' Club: Stunt Club: German Club. Cl-IRISTIANSEN, IRENE: Honor Society: Speedball '30, CLARK, AL: Block B Society: T-Square Club: Stunt Club. COOK, ANNA: Honor Society: Press Club: Orchestra. CZAPKAY, JOE: Basketball '27, '28. DEFENDORF, BETTY: President A. G. S.: Senate: Art Club. DRUEHL, ELEANORE: Vice-chairman Council: President A. G. S.: Senate. DWAN, ROBERT: Council: Student Manager: Honor Society. EWEN, ANDREW: T-Square Club: Mummers' Club: Circus Committee. FOWLER, ROBERT: Council: Order Commission: T-Square Club. GIRDW'OYN, WALTER: Block B Society: German Club: C. S. F. HANKINS, BILLY: Chairman Awards Committee: Block B Soc.: Band. HANNIGAN, ETHELMAY: French Club: Baseball: Hockey. HEAD, GORDON: Chairman Council: Block B Society. HEDDEN, BETTY JANE: Hon. Soc.: Commissioner School Affairs: C. S. F. HENRICKSEN. GOULD: Block B : Band: Mummers' Club. HILL, JAMES: Transfer East High School, Salt Lake City: Honor Society. l'lUNTER, GORDON: Mummers' Club: Interclass Track. HUNTER, ISOBEL: A. G. S. Social Service Department: Mummers' Club. HUNTER, REX: Band: Mummers' Club. IMAZU, FHOMIE: Girls' Block B Society: Honor Society. IMAZU, YOSHI: Spanish Club: Volleyball: Art Club. JACKSON, DOROTHY: Secretary Girls' Block B Soc.: Honor Soc.: Orchestra. JOHNSON, DICK: President H12 Class: President A. B. S.: Student Council. JONES, BOBBY: Basketball: Track: Spanish Club. JONES, MARJORY: Chairman, A. G. S. Athletic Dept.: C. S. F. KELLY, ELEANOR: Mummers' Club: Soccer: Volleyball. KENDALL, STANLEY: Transfer Mission High School, San Francisco. KNUEPFER, FRANK: Transfer Lincoln High, L. A.: Football '5O: Mummers' Club LATHAN, BILLIE: Commissioner School Affairs: Mummers' A. G. S. Cabinet. l13l Burlingame High S 019001 LEGLER, GRACE: Honor Society: A. G. S. Room Committee. LEWIS, EDNA: Honor Society: Publicity Commission: Press Club. LINDER, DUDLEY: A. B. S. Cabinet: Mummers' Club: Press Club. MALATESTA, NORMAN: Vice-president H12 Class: Block B : Basketball. MARsH, GEORGE: A. B. S. Cabinet: B Staff: Orchestra. MCCARTHY, HAZEL: Honor Society: A. G. S. Room Committee. MCFARLANE, LILLIAN: Spanish Club. MCGUIRE, ED: Finance Commission: Baseball. MILLER, ARDYS: Press Club: Glee Club. MOULIN, MARION: Council: Chairman Handbook Committee: Band. MOORE, MARSHALL: Track: Press Club. NELIMAN, HARRIET: A. G. S. Scrap Book Committee: A. G. S. Board Reps.: Mummers NIELSEN, DOROTHY: Honor Society: Press Club: Publicity Commission. PAUsMANN,EVELYN:SwhnnUng,Band PENNIMAN, DICK: Transfer University High School, Oregon. PLAMBECK, MAR JORIE: A. G. S. Activities Department: German Club: Mummers'. PRINGLE, COVINGTON: Latin Club. PUDAN, TOM: Band: Mummers' Club. PURCELL, NORINE: Spanish Club: Orchestra. RADFORD, WILLIAM: B Staff, Hi-Y Club. RATKOVITCH, DORA: Home Making Club. REYEN, VIRGINIA: Honor Society: German Club: A. G. S. Publicity Dept. ROBERTS, MARION: Trans. Coatsville, Penna.: Orchestra: A. G. S. Act. Dept. ROBERTSON, ROBERT: German Club: C. S. F.: A. B. S. Executive Board. ROBERTSON, VIVIAN: A. G. S .Soc. Serv. Dept.: Secretary Art Club: UB Staff. ROssoN, VIOLET: Spanish Club. RYAN, CLYDE: Honor Society: Band. SAMUEL, MERVIN: Trans-fer Calif. Polytechnic: Spanish Club: Basketball. SCHAFFNER, FLORENCE: Press Club: Mummers' Club: A. G. S. Bd. Reps. SCHMIDT, DOROTHY: Commissioner Publicity: C. S. F.: Press Club. SMITH, KENNETH: Commissioner Finance: C. S. F.: Track. SMITH, BILL: Band: Basketball '3O. SOOY, JIM: Senate: Mummers' Club: Stunt Club. STAMFORD, WILLIAM: Trans. Lowell High: Assistant Yell Leader: Mummers' Club. STEAD, THEODORE: German Club: T-Square Club. STEINBECKA. JEAN: Chairman A. G. S. Hospitality Dept.: Band. . TAYLOR, JANE: Secretary A. G. S.: C. S. F.: Block T IDDY, BILLY: Stage Crew Manager: Senate: Latin Club. TREADWELL. MARSHALL: Block B : Track: Basketball. TWEEDY, MARION: Transfer Marysville High School, French Club: Volleyball. WACKERMAN, ANNE: A. G. S. Soc. Serv. Dept.: B Staff: A. G. S. Board Reps. WARN, MARGARET: A. G. S. Hospitality Department: Band: Mummers' Club. WEBBER, JANET: Treasurer A .G. S.: Girls' String Ensemble: Home Making Club. WELCH, HERBERT! Commissioner Boys' Athletics: Track: Orchestra. WESSEL, ELIZABETH: A. G. S. Vice-president: Block B : Tennis Club. WICKERSHAM, BRANDT: Block WILLIAMS, MAURICE: Transfer Medford High School: Mummers' Club. WILSON, GLADYS: Block B : Baseball: Volleyball. f19l CAMPUS ECHOES ft Could Be Worse had just come out of Marvin Bookman's Pawn Shoppe, on beautiful Market Street, San Francisco, after pawning my valuable Ingersoll watch and chain so that I could get a healthful meal, when whom should I see strolling down the drag but three of the biggest hoboes that ever graced a box-car. They were Stan Hobo Kendall, Bob Prowler Doidge, and Ed Box-Car McGuire. I tried to get out of their way, but they saw me, and in almost one breath all three asked for a quarter in order to keep from starving. We turned into Bill's Restaurantu, generally known as the Greasy Spoon , and were met at the door by a big, burley, hard-looking creature, with an ear-to-ear mustache and a facial expression that would fit a Mexican rebel. It was Bill Hankins, the proprietor, and the hardest-boiled guy on Market Street. The first thing he said was, I-Iow much cash ya got? Hobo,' Kendall told him we had a quarter apiece. Hobo is the best pre- varicator in seventeen states. So we went in and gave our orders to Billie Lathan, the waitress. Billie is the only asset Bill's got in the place, even if she doesn't wash the spoons entirely clean. Walter Girdwoyn is the chef and chief bouncerg and, according to all patrons of the place, it would be a good idea for him to follow up the bouncing end of his job altogether and leave the cheling alone. Pretty soon a riot broke out in the back of the room. Chairs started flying everywhere. We'd better vanish, said Prowler Doidge. It's Bill Radford and Marshall Treadwell, the toughest gangsters in town. I started to laugh, because Bill and Marshall had been far from tough years ago, but suddenly the horrible truth enveloped me. I saw Radford reach to his hip pocket, whip forth that most deadly of weapons, the sawed-off bean- shooter, and, elevating it to his lips, take careful aim and-but wait. Treadwell had also reached to his hip pocket and amid the cries of fainting women- among whom were Grace Legler, Violet Rosson, Dora Ratkovich, and Virginia Reyen-pulled out his vicious sling-shot. With lightning dexterity he grabbed a prune from a nearby table and, facing Radford, fired both barrels. Then I did laugh. Treadwell got his thumb in the way and nearly shot it off, while Radford used an oversized bean and plugged the barrell of his bean-shooter. Rotten, cried someone up above. We all looked up, to see a battery of cameras and lights, and one bird holding a megaphone and yelling through it. It was only a movie. The director looked very much like Bob Dwan. The lead- ing lady, Betty jane Hedden, looked bored. Her maid, Myrtle Layton, was trying to make her comfortable. Oh, they're nothing but amateurs,', came the enlightening voice of i201 Bzzrlingazme H i gh School Hobo,', Why, Billy Tiddy is playing in Our Gang Comediesf, The only reason he's there is his childlike quality and his half-pint stature. These fel- lows are only fakes. They haven't got enough money to linance an interesting dog fight. We wandered outside and sat down by the gutter. I've got an idea, said Box Car McGuire. None of us has amounted to a whoop, but you can't tell about the rest of the gang. Maybe some of our old pals are millionaires. Well, here's the idea. We'll throw a big party down at the fashionable Palace Hotel. We'll invite every member of the class we graduated with. It'll be one of those parties where you wear old clothesg so they won't know these are the only ones welve got. We'll let the guys with all the money foot the bill. They won't mind. And then we'll borrow a little money from them and take life easy for a while. Not so bad, what? Wait a minute, chimed in Hobof' I'm gonna paraphrase that slightly. We'll get them down there and play a little poker, or, better yet, why not just take their money away from them and hop the next freight out of town? Well, the point is to get them there first, said Box Car. We'll have it a week from tomorrow night. Everybody get busy and find out what the gang are doing and invite them all. Then we'll make a report on what we found out. I went down the street to James Sooy's peanut stand and told him about the party. just as I left, Clyde Ryan came along with his dump cart. His horse must have had a grudge against jim, for he gave the stand a terrific kick, totally demolishing it. It was a terrible blow to jim, also to the stand, so I went back and let him in on our plan. He liked it very much, but he said he didn't know a single one of the bunch that had any money. Next I went down to the Silver Slipper to see Brandt Wickersham, who was master of ceremonies there. I also expected to see Doris Campe, Anna Cooke, Eleanor Kelly, and Ethelmay Hannigan, chorus girls, who were appear- ing in a current revue, thinking they might be making good money, but Bill Stamford, the doorman, told me they were the worst chorus girls that ever walked through his door, and that they had been fired the night before because they stopped in the middle of a number to pick up some pennies the crowd threw on the stage. He also gently hinted that, while there might possibly be a worse master of ceremonies than Brandt Wickersham, he doubted very much if he were living. While passing a news-stand, I unconsciously availed myself of a sport magazine and, to my surprise, read at the bottom: In this Issue: 'How to Re- cover a Fumble', by Emmett Broderick. I turned to the article, and it started like this: First drop the ball . . The article was just commencing to get interesting when I arrived at Margaret Warn's boarding house, famous for its hash. Presently the door opened and Ted Waiyte came tearing down the steps, with a bed-post, two lamps, and a set of dishes running him an uncomfortably I21l CAMPUS EcHoEs nnnnnunnInnnunIuunununnnnnuuun v close second. Ted and his wife, Eleanore Druehl, were just throwing a lovers' quarrel, but that didn't stop me from getting out of the neighborhood as soon as possible. Dorothy Nielsen, the maid, told me that one time she saw Eleanore throw a rolling-pin around a corner six blocks away and hit Ted on the ean That night, out at the Greasy Spoon , I was appointed a committee of one to visit the thriving city of Burlingame and see how the folks down there were fixed financially. I was told to invite only those who had some money. I arrived in Burlingame on a southbound freight and strolled down Burlin- game Avenue. I dropped into Norman Malatesta's Bucket of Blood Theatreu to get some sleep, but Marion Moulin kept pounding the old square piano down in front so hard that I couldn't even get my eyes shut. I thought I had had enough, until Dick johnson, the versatile drummer, came out to share in the noise. Then I knew I had had enough. So I went over to the Burlingame Advance-Star office, expecting to see Dorothy Schmidt, the editor, but alas, Dorothy can't seem to get any farther than printer's devil. On the way out I asked Edna Lewis, the tantalizing stenog, for a copy of the evening paper, but there was no issue, as Miss Schmidt had forgotten to put ink on the press. Marion Roberts was playing first violin with the Salvation Army down at the bank corner. As I walked along, watching Marion's solemn face maintain its Frigidaire atmosphere, I bumped into Arthur Anderson. I bought a last week's newspaper from Robert Robertson, a newsboy, think- ing I might get a line on some rich alumni of B. H. S. There was a big Inter- national Wide-open golf tourney out at the Country Club, and the main con- tenders were Covington Pringle and Bob Jones. It seems that at about the seventh hole the end of Bob's club broke off and hit Florence Schaffner, an in- nocent bystander, in the mouth. Then Covington lost his ball and had to quit the match. Gould Henriksen, a caddy, took his place, but he also lost his ball, and they called the match on account of darkness. A big full page ad down in one corner announced the opening of Nan Andersonls Embroidery Shoppe. In the society section was an article about a recent party given by Marjorie Plambeck and Lee Wessel, two society satellites, for their chapter of the Ladies' First Aid. A hectic afternoon was spent by all, drinking tea. jane Taylor gave a report on a recent book entitled Dusky Stevedoref' Ardys Miller gave a short talk on cooking-its uses and abuses. Betty jane Burke concluded the afternoon's pleasure by giving a toe-dance duet. As I put down the paper, I noticed a silly-looking chap picking up cigar stubs from the street. It was Rex Hunter. He told me that when he had gathered enough of them, he was going to start a barber shop. Queer fellow, this Hunter. Wliile I was talking to him, Mervin Samuel came along. 'iWhat hit you? asked Hunter as we noticed his condition. He said he had been making a speech over at the Seat of Learning, commonly called the High School, and he had I22l Bzzrlifzgame High School started by saying: Ladies and Gentlemen, also, members of the Eacultyf' Luckily he had only two eyes to get blackened, or he would have looked as if he were black, spotted white, instead of vice versa. Suddenly a terrific crash rent the air, and we turned to see a big truck smash into a lamp post. Four tough-looking characters jumped out just as the rear of the truck became saturated, and the local atmosphere assumed the familiar odor of alcoholic beverages. Three of the men were Gordon Hunter, Donald Allen, and Richard Penniman, nationally famous beer runners, and the fourth man was Scarface fBillj Smith, alias Al Capone, Chicago gangster. Evelyn Paus- mann, the probation officer, came around to prevent the high school kids from availing themselves of the contents of the truck. As I walked down the street, I met Isobel Hunter and june McEntee. In the course of conservation I found that Isobel ran the bootblack stand on the corner, while june owned and tried to run a cheap Marathon dance hall in the next block. Disgusted with our plans, I returned to San Francisco and found everybody downhearted. We met at Maurice William's saloon, and everybody had the same story. They couldn't find any of the gang that was worth a cent. A report had come from New York that Andrew Ewen was one of the biggest men on Wall Street, but it turned out that he was only the biggest janitor. Hazel McCarthy was supposed to have married a big butter-and-egg man from Los Angeles, but he was really only a little cheese-and-cracker man from San hlateo. While I was away, Ken Smith, Ray Arnold, and Frank Knuepfer had blown in. All we could learn from them was that they had been staying at a large hotel in San Quentin. The hotel consisted of a group of circular buildings with an immense wall around them. According to Ken, the wall was to keep burg- lars out. The bell-hops were so accommodating that they carried guns and fol- lowed you wherever you went to protect you. Ray and Frank said the only thing wrong with the place was that they wouldnlt let you go when you wanted to. Gordon Head liked the place so well that he was going to stay for the rest of his life and break rocks. Herbert Welch had written a song entitled, 'Tm Sweeping the Sun Off the Roofn, words and music by Theodore Stead. It was a big hit, with the excep- tion of the fact that they never sold a copy, and it was never sung anywhere except by Yoshi and Fhomie Imazu, who were down at the Lido Cafe doing a song and dance act. They were going over big, when Edwin Bartlett and his River Rat Gang from the stockyards came in and shot up the place. During the row Paul Barton and james Hill set fire to a building and would have burned the city, but james filled his pockets with water, thus preventing a catastrophe. I forgot to say that Paul kicked james while they were in a heated discussion, and a stray match in James's pocket burst into flames. James said that Norine Purcell was running a taxi, but she wasn't making any money because Walter I25l CAMPUS ECHOES Benne insisted on riding with her free of charge and wouldn't allow anyone in the back seat. ' john Burrows was skipper of an excursion boat on the bay, and Robert Fowler, incidentally, or accidentally, was first mate. Bob was gazing at some fish one day when he fell overboard. Man overboard! shouted Johnny at the top of his voice. I'll save him! yelled Leo Gadd, an escaped convict. So Leo called Dudley Lindner, the cook, who dived in and brought Bob to shore. On deck were jane Buerkel and Virginia Burnham, arguing about who in- vented safety pins. jane spied a figure in the distance. It looked like someone in distress, but it was only joe Czapkay, the hermit, sittin' and whittlin', out in his rowboat. Someone asked him what he did when he ran out of wood, but he told him to mind his own business and go away. A shower blew up, and Donald McLean, fearing he would get wet, jumped in and swam to shore to get an umbrella. Lillian McFarlane and Anne Wackerman, Don's two girl friends, raised such a row because Don left them that they were put in irons by the crew. Jean Steinbeck is chief entertainer on the vessel, and Vivian Robertson is the squealing soprano. Harriet Neuman, it is said, plays a mean piano accom- paniment. We were all pretty sick when we heard the results of our search! Here we were, without a cent and nobody around from whom we could get any money, and the huge Palace Hotel charged up to us for a night. 'iHobo Kendall had lost his sense of proportion and had rented every room in the whole building. We had not heard from all of the gangg but they were no better than the rest, financially. Betty Defendorf was holding a big revival at a tabernacle in San Bruno. Janet Webber was her partner, and also a shining example of what religion will do to a person. Marion Tweedy took the collection, and so the company of Defendotf and Webber lost money. It seems that Marshall Moore had organized a private fire department for the main purpose of distinguishing fires. His four chief fire-fighters were Tom Pudan, Billy Helms, Lawrence Newman, and George Marsh. One beautiful. spring day a perfumed letter arrived from Marjory Jones, inventor of the famous cast-iron hatpin that is taking the world by storm, announcing that a serious fire was in progress at her home. George had been out the night be- fore, and he preferred to rest rather than go to a fire. We were down in her neighborhood last week anyway,', said George. HVVhy dkhftsheteh usaboutitthen?' Give the girl a chance, said Al Clark, who was passing us then. Al, it seems, is very happy in his new position of street cleaner. Did you know that Gladys Brown, Dorothy jackson, and Gladys Wilson have opened a sport shop?', he continued. They seemed to be getting along fine the first day, but now their business has failed for lack of sports. ll-il Burlingame High School just then the door in Maurice's saloon blew open, and Prowler Doidge fainted from the shock. Hobo,' and Box Car each grabbed one of his shoes and tore out the back door, yelling back that they would see me at Boulder Dam. GPdJUdfIlOH a la Shakespeare By WILLIAM RADFORD To graduate or not to graduate. That is the question. ' Whetlier it is nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and agonies of outrageous flunkingsg Or to arm ourselves to unconditional passing. Ha! Hunking hath great terror in his look. Speak not of such unwanted fate. Beware the Ides of June. The dumb try many times before they pass, The valiant never taste of F's but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that we should fear, Seeing that graduation, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. When flunkers Hunk, there are no good grades seen, The heavens themselves blaze forth the Als of sharks The faculty are bound as well as we, Intelligent alike. Come! Come! Consider well! Thy chance Lies so within their power to decide. If you shall show them that you may not pass, Their minds may change. The quality of mercy is not strained, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the grass beneath. It is twice blestg it blesseth those who give, and those who pass. So smile the teachers on the senior class, And we like friends shall graduate together. E253 CAMPUS ECHOES Cdienddf ONDAY, August 11, 1950: Vacationls over! School opened today with 881 students enrolled. Several new teachers, too-Mrs. Nadine Benson, Miss Beatrice Maple, Miss Ava Conelly, Mr. Carl Story, and Miss Sybil Schwartz. Thursday, August 28: The big sisters treated their little sisters to lunch. Everyone played games on the front lawn. Monday, September 1: Hurray! the swimming pool is open. At last stu- dents can wet their toes during school hours. Thursday, September 4: The first B this term came out today. Thursday, September 11: The freshmen gave their assembly. junior jenkins performed a noble feat in tapping in time to Elmer Vincent, accompanist's, gum chewing. Friday, September 12: Scrubs visited the Land of Oz at their reception given in the big gym this afternoon. Friday, September 19: The seniors gave a dime dance in the gym. Saturday, September 20: Panthers beat Monterey today 9-6. Monday, September 22: The T Square Club brought fame to Burlingame. Five boys won prizes at the California State Fair for their fine drafting en- tries. The Panther Reserves defeated the third-string Bearcats 21-O. Thursday, September 25: The Burlingame and San Mateo High A. G. S. cabinets enjoyed a picnic together at San Mateo Park. Glenn Woods, director of singing in all Oakland public schools, came and taught us to sing this morning. Wednesday, October 1: The freshmen's mothers and teachers got acquainted at a tea given this afternoon. Thursday, October 2: A faculty member increased his family. Congratula- tions, Mr. Hazeltine! Friday, October 10: The P. A. L. opened today. We conquered Sequoia 20-7 . Monday, October 15: Bundle week sponsored by the A. G. S. Social Service Department is now in progress. Thursday, October 23: The dramatics classes presented Sparkin' H,-a one act comedy featuring the humorous side of rural life, in assembly. Best thing we've had for some time. Friday, October 24: Burlingame's float sent to the San Mateo County Flower Show won a cup and ribbon for its unusual theme. Mr. Fena earned two cups and six ribbons for his flowers. Friday, October 51: Hallowe'en! Who cut the rope on the flag pole?. The E261 Burlingame H 2 gh S 619001 stunt club gave a comical presentation of night life in a French Apache cafe. Thursday, November 6: The A. B. S. held its election today and will soon be started as a well-organized association. Friday, November 7: This evening was Mummers' Night. The drama stu- dents presented three interesting plays in the auditorium. Monday, November 10: The Peninsula Theatre was the scene of the Big Game Rally. The school turned out en masse. Tuesday, November 11: The P. A. I.. is ours! Burlingame defeated the Bearcats 5-0 in our final league game. Wednesday, November 12: Girls of the school participated in a miniature golf tournament at the Girls' Jinx. Prizes were awarded. Saturday, November 15: The B won an award for one of its editorials at the California Scholastic Press Association held at Stanford today. Many mem- bers of the BH staff attended. Wednesday, November 19: The Who's Who Dinner turned out to be a big success, enjoyed by many. Thursday, November 20: The student body heard a novelty radio program in assembly. Paul O'Neill was the announcer. Wednesday, November 26: The Honor Study Hall system was inaugurated: an Honor Board and representatives from the various study halls were chosen. Wednesday, December 3: Girls attended their sports dinner tonight and made merry, reading letters from Santa. Awards were distributed. Monday, December 8: Senior week commenced. V . Thursday, December 11: The Senior ball was held tonight at the Masonic Hall. The girls had a Christmas party in their gym classes. Friday, December 12: Sixty-six seniors were graduated tonight. For the first time in the history of Burlingame caps and gowns were used. 1 1 Monday, january 5: Back at school again with 98 new freshmen enrolled. Mrs. Faith Sutcliffe and Mr. Lawrence Blucher joined ranks of faculty. Thursday, january 29: The Big and Little Sister party was held in the cafeteria. Fun had by all! The Frosh gave their assembly today, too. Friday, january 30: A Red Cross drive is going on. The school is collecting large sums for the drought fund. Monday, February 9: Baseball practice began today. Many boys have turned out. Home-room organization was initiated. Officers and representa- tives to the council were elected. Tuesday, February 10: The Freshman Mothers' Tea was held this afternoon. The theme of the party was valentines. f27l CAMPUS ECHOES Wednesday, February 12: The Mummers had their banquet tonight. judg- ing by the noise they made they must have had a fine time. Monday, February 16: The girls are conducting a stocking drive for the veterans. Thursday, February 26: The hit of the season canie off tonight when stu- dents gave the first vaudeville show Burlingame High has ever held. It was a honey! Saturday, March 7: Juniors promenaded in the big gym and were hosts of the first dance of the term. Thursday, March 12: Wienies were frozen and eggs fried before students eyes today with liquid air. Mr. Ervin of the Air Reduction Sales Company was the demonstrator. Wednesdziy, March 18: High seniors are seen now udolling up to have their senior pictures taken today, tomorrow, and Friday. Friday, March 20: And on this night the annual costume pageant featuring dancing, music, and modeling was given. Monday, March 23:The A. G. S. gave the faculty children a party today. Eleven youngsters attended. Friday, March 27: Hurray! we have a rest from school worries and stay home for awhile, for Easter vacation is here. Friday, April 10: The band concert was given tonight. Friday, April 17: The A. G. S. holds its semi-annual jinx. Friday, May 1: The great day is here! After an awe-inspiring parade of floats and pedestrians, Burlingame High held its remarkable circus in the three gyms of the school. Friday, May 8: The senate met to nominate officers for the school. A Mothers' Day assembly was given, and the orchestra concert took place tonight. Thursday, May 14:-Booth Tarkington's play, Clarence , enacted largely by seniors was given. Students made a fine showing. Friday, May 15: A Mothers' Day Dinner was given. The school held its election. Monday, May 18: The A. B. S. sponsored a Father and Son night. Friday, May 22: Many attended the Senior ball to bid the seniors farewell. Wednesday, june 5: Officers were installed at assembly this morning. Friday, june 5: The term ends as 101 seniors leave the school. f2Sl l CAMPUS ECHOES High Frexlamazz 1 Law Frexhmafz B01 Burlingame High S claool L0wS0pb0more 1 High Soplaomore lf51l CAMPUS ECHOES High fzzniofzr 1 Low fmziorm U21 Burlingame High School High Senim-J 1 Low Senionr U51 FALL Paul O'Neil . . Betty Bangle . . . Norman Drossel . . Brandt Wickersham Marjorie jones . . Jean Steinbeck . . Sidney jordan . Fred Hunt . . Kenneth Wright. . William Owensby . George Chessum. . Margaret Cleary. . Arthur Bouret . Donald Wliite . Mary Tharp . . john jones . . . William Bailey . . Ruth Logasa . . Richard Russell . . Bernice Ohlson . . Alycemae Potter . . Robert McRoskey . Grace Kelly. . . George Keith . . CAMPUS EcHoEs C1655 Q!A:CCI'S H12 . . Preriflenzf . . Vice-Premiefzt . . Secretary . L12 . . .P1'eriflen!. . . Vice-Prefirfem' . . Sef1'eta1'y . H11 . . . P1'e5icz'e121f . . . Vice-P1'eJide1zt . . Sec1'ez'r11'y . L11 . . . Preridefzt . . . Vife-Prerident . . Sec1'eta1'y . H10 . . .P1'B.Yid672f. . . Vine-Prefidezzl . . Secretary . 1.10 . . P1'e.riczle1zt . . Vice-Presinlefzt . . Ser1'ela1'y . H9 . . Prerirlent . . Vine-Prericient . . Sec1'em1'y . L9 . . .P1'eJiden!. . Vice-Preridezzt . . Sec1'eta1'y . E541 SPRING . Richard johnson Norman Malatesta Betty Jane Burke . . Ernest Elliott . Ben Ambler . . Gillis Pilliod George Chessum Barbara Steinbeck . . Helen Feary .Robert Neptune . Donald White . Rupert Prohme . . .Ted Drake Adrienne Johnston . .Robert Scheer . Marshall Gilbert .Alycemae Potter . Marion Roller . . Richard Best Winifred Bodwin . Marjorie Dakin . George Adams . . Bill Sickinger . . Beth Bullard A l IHKUCC School Hffairs Order UCI u en Manager Girls Hfhlflics Boys Hihlelics liferary Hmnfi? CAMPUS ECHOES Senate fPallj 1 Council 1 Commi.rJiane1'J U61 Burlingame High School SE71c1l8cSPl'i7ZgJ f Cozmril v C0771l7Zi.fJ'f0lZL'l'.f E571 CAMPUS ECHOES A. G. S. RepreJe17lali1fe.r 1 A. G. S. Cabinet 1.531 Burlingame High School A. B. S. Cabinet A. G S .Qfkcefs FALL SPRING Preyidefzl .... Vice-P1'eJia'e1zt . . Secremry ..... T1'efzJzn'e1' ..... H ofpitfzlify DeL17a1'Z77ze12l Publicity Depmfment . Aclizfitiey Depizrt-1712721 . Afsembliey Departffzent A. Dick johnson . . . William Edler' . . . Kenneth Smith . . Wiliam Hankins . B. S Qfgcers . Prefiaiefzi . . Vice-Prefidefzt . . . Sec1'em1'y . . . T1'ea5zz1'e1' . . E591 . Betty Defendorf Elizabeth Wessel . . Jane Taylor . Janet Webber . jean Steinbeck . .june McEntee . Gladys Brown Betty jane Burke Raymond Arnold . . Ben Ambler . Kenneth Smith William Hankins CAMPUS EcHoEs FALL COUNCIL Althea Pratt. . . Gordon Head. . . 506001 DMM-S SPRING COUNCIL . . .Gordon Head . . Eleanore Dtuehl . . .Chai1'r7uzn. . . . .Vice-Claazifman. . Eleanore Druehl . . . . Serremry . . . . Doris McDonald Marion Moulin Marion Moulin Robert Dwan Donald Allen Robert Fowler William Witherspoon Emmett Broderick William Edler Frank Brown . . . . Stuclent Managef' .Robert Dwan FALL coMM1ss1oNERs SPRING coMM1ss1oNERs Donald Allen. . . .. . Fimzrzce ..... Kenneth Smith Billie Lathan. . . Betty Jane Burke . . Herbert Welch . . Lewis Tharpe . . Myrtle Hickman . . Betty jane Hedden . Kenneth Smith . . Mary Schindler William Hankins . . . . .Billie Lathan . Gladys Brown School fljfairf Girly' Arloletiar .... Boyf' Athletic: . . . David Herzenstein . . Order . . . Herbert Welch . . Publicity . . . .Dorothy Schmidt . . Litemry . . . Betty jane Hedden AWARD commrrrar . . ClJai1'1mm .... William Hankins ' Betty jane Burke Norman Malatesta l40l CAMPUS Ecnoiss CLQLOFIQQ, N this issue of the Annual it is interesting to note the progress of our school and its increasing importance in the life of the community. A chronology of our achievements during the four years of our existence as a separate unit-as Burlingame High School-might be as follows: ' Our enrollment has increased from six hundred and fifty to nine hundred and thirty-five. We have evolved a modern and effective form of student government. Our Honor Society has steadily increased in membership. The band, the orchestra, and the dramatic society have grown and developed until they have be- come prominent factors in the social life of the community. Our athletic teams have attained several championships. Our most recently established traditions are those of wearing caps and gowns and of having student speakers at our graduation exercises. Much of this progress is due to the untiring and unselfish efforts of our faculty, under the leadership of Mr. Marsh and Miss Northrup, and we wish to express our appreciation of their work. THE EDITOR wi Burlingame H i gb S 617001 Annual Stag Betty jane Hedden ...... I . il. Editor john Burrows . . . . . Bzzrifzerr Mmzagw' Myrtle Layton .... Senior Piftzzms Robert Neptune . . . Boys' Atblefirs Betty Clare Hamilton . . . . Pictzlrer Byra Jean Smith ..... Dmfmziifr Eleztnore Druehl. . .Se12i0rRef01'd.r Annu Cook . . . . . . Lilemzfure Dorothy Michaels ..... Actiz-fifief Alice Howard ..... .... A rf Mr. Deane ........ Faculty Arfzfiror H51 CAMPUS ECHOES Mzzmmerx' Club 1 Tennif Club 1 Stunt Clzfb 1 Homemaking Club P141 Burlingame High School Mechanical Drawing Club f Blofk B Society 1 German Club 1 Hi-Y Club E451 CAMPUS ECHOES IIB!! CL?0I'I2'i! ana, Reportorzkzl Stags ASSOCIATE EDI'I'ORS DOROTHY SCHMIDT MYRTLE LAYTON VVILLIAM RADFORD ..... . . . REPORTORIAL STAFF CATHERINE EASTMAN, VIVIAN ROBERTSON . DOROTHEA COLEMAN, ANNE WACKERMAN . GEORGE MARSH, DUDLEY LINDER .... BEATRICE JONES, LILLIAN JONES . . . DOROTHY MICHAELS, EVELYN PAUSMANN . VELITA ELFVING, JOSEPHINE CIVELLI . . FLORENCE SCHAFFNER ..... ARDYS MILLER . . E. A. MCALLISTER . P161 Sporty Editor . . ..A.G.S. . Student Body . .Boy5' Sports . . Girly' Sports . . . Feature! . Clussex, Clubs . . Soriuly . . Exchmzgef Faculty Affuifor Burlingame High School Harold Anderson Margaret Antz-2 Harold Barnes Norman Barnes-2 Nona Beard-2 Russell Bledsoe Erwin Blodgett-2 Winifred Bodwin Claire Bovyer Arthur Breuer-2 Frank Brown Gladys Brown-2 Elizabeth Brune Virginia Bullivant Betty jane Burke Virginia Burnham john Burrows George Chessum Irene Christiansen Margaret Cleary David Cook Mary Anne Crary Frances Crosby-2 jean Crow jean Cunningham Marion E. Dean OHOI' Marjory Dempsey-2 Martha Devine-2 Katherine DeVries janet Dole-2 Norman Dole Bob Dwan Marion Eddy Ruby Estes-2 Lladeline Ewing Margaret Fish-2 Kathleen Garrett Rose Giromini Walter Giromini Paul Greene-2 Walter Girdwoyn-2 Virginia Hall Betty Clare Hamilton jean Heacock jack Herne-2 Mary Herne Betty jane Hedden- Myrtle Hickman-2 Helen Hillebrandr .lean Hink Maxwell Holmes-2 Elizabeth Holt-2 -2 2 ociety jack Holt Alice Howard Ben Howard Y Fhomie Imazu Adrienne johnson Marjory Jones-2 Jack Kimball Emanuel Kubersky-2 Frances Kubersky-2 Ruth Logasa Ian Luke-2 Alex MacPherson Hugh MacPherson-2 Helen McCaughna-2 Anne McKean Chad McMills-2 Harold Young-2 Robert McRosky Robert Myer-2 Katherine Mitchell Duncan Moore Maxine Moore Charlotte Nelson Robert Neptune-2 Marcos Nevarez-2 Katherine Parsons CALIFORNIA SCHOLASTIC FEDERATION Rupert Prohine-2 Virginia Reyen-2 Robert Robertson-2 Dorothy Rundle Clyde Ryan Mary Schindler Dorothy Schmidt-2 Lucille Schmoll Mary Frances Schwerin 2 Dickie Searles Dorothy Shay Irene Simpson-2 Silas Sinton Byra jean Smith Kenneth Smith Wlinifred Storer-2 Jane Taylor-2 Mary E. Thompson- .Ianet Thrall Catherine Wheeler Donald White Joan Whitney Leon Whitsell Peggy Wiley Alice Worsley-2 Gladys Brown jane Taylor Robert Robertson Virginia Reyen Marjory Jones Irene Christiansen Kenneth Smith Walter Girdwoyn Betty jane Hedden Dorothy Schmidt Fhomie Imazu OITFICERS Betty jane Hedden . . . . .... Preriderzt . . . . . . . Gladys Brown Marjory jones .... .... V ice-Preridefzz . . . . Harold Anderson George Chessum . . . . . .i. . Secretary . . . . . Margaret Cleary E471 SPRING Stunt Club Prerident. . . Vice-President Secretary ...... German Club Prefident. . . Vice-Preridenl Secretary . . . Homemaking Club President . . . Vice-Pferidem Secretary . . . I-Ii-Y Club Prwident, . . Vice-Prerident S6L'l'6ld1'y . . . Trearurer . . . Mummers Club Pferident . . . Vice-Preridenl. . . Secretary . . . Press Club Preridefzt . . . Vice-Pferident Secretary . . . Tennis Club Prefident . . . Vire-Preridezzt T-Square Club Prerident. . . Vice-Preridenl Secretary. . . Block B Society Prarident. . . Vire-President CAMPUS EcHoEs C1116 Qfzgbers SEMESTER . . . .jane Offield Barbara Steinbeck . . .Betty Finger , Robert Robertson . . Harold Young . . . . Virginia Reyen . . . Barbara Reid . . Grace jones . . Phyllis Lister . George Chessum . . Robert Meyer -. -. . Herbert Welch . . Lloyd Lindsey . . . Peter Bailey . Gordon Hunter Florence Schaffner . Dorothy Schmidt ......james Sooy . Patricia Watkins . . Gladys Brown . . . Elizabeth Wessel . Arthur Anderson . . . . . .Bud Fowler . . . Bill Muetzenburg . . . Dick johnson . . . William Hanlcins H81 FALL Stunt Club President . . . Vice-Prerident Secretary . . . German Club SEMESTER . . . . Marion Barnes Marjorie jones Betty Defendorf Prerident . . . Alexander MacPherson Vice-Preriden! . . . Serrelary ...... Homemaking Club Preridefzt . . . Vice-Prerident Secretary . . . Hi-Y Club Prericlenl ...... Vice-Prarident Secretary . . . Treamrer . . . . Mummers Club Pferident . . . Vire-Prerident Secretary . . . Press Club Preriderzt. . . Vice-Prerident Secretary. . . Tennis Club Prerident . . . Vice-Prerident T-Square Club Preriderzt . . . Vire-Prarident . . . Secretary . . . Block B Society Prefident . . . Vire-Preridenl Walter Girdwoyn . Carlotta Drews Sarah jane Early Dorothy Schmidt . Martha Larsen . Kenneth Smith Henry Guldburg . . Robert Meyer . Herbert Welch . . . Hardin Darnley . . Robert Doige . Marion Moulin . Mary Schindler . . Ellabee jones Florence Schaffner Gladys Brown . . Ellabee Jones . . Elmer Funke . . . Hugh Reid Arthur Anderson Dick johnson William Hankins CAMPUS ECHOES E501 Muriel Tyrell Norman Barnes Barbara Knight Normand Girard Luella Marshall Anna Cooke Elizabeth Holt Marion Roberts jack Hawken Harold Young Francis Gherini Eugenia Nye Arthur Bouret. , 1. Gladys Brown Raymond Cox M. Moulin R. Hunter B. Bullard B. Ambler H. Horner R. Simpson M. Hickmann F. Brown I. Luke J. Taylor D. Roberts W. Swing C. Nash E. Druehl L. Smaus F. Ubhaus W. McClain N. Anderson R. Doige M. Eddy A. Rosser E. Pausmann Burlingmvze High School 'QNA estra Lucille Lacaze Jack Hearne Harold Squires Leroy Preston Russell McCaughna Elna Lundgren Thelma Nye Marjorie Le Moy jean Watterman john McIntosh David,'Cook Robert Cochrane janet Webber Dorothy jackson Ernestine Smith Virginia Hall Helen McCaughna Donald Dormeyer Rupert Prohine Robert Meyer Edward Ingram Marion Moulin Edward Morehouse Beth Bullard Charles Steeple Betty Jane Burke Betty Clare Hamilton Dorothy Tweedy George Marsh Herbert Welch Band M. Blake G. Hendricksen S. Early A. Clark J. Valentine I. Offreld F. Handford H. Barnes V. Bourne M. Hallahan M. Dempsey W. Brown A. Rolandelli C. McMills L. Howell G. Holt R. Matthai E. Vincent R. Empey A. Worsley B. Langton S. Zuras . K. Lauder K. Wright E. Ingram A. Boyce E. Sawyer Broderick . Whitefield B. Burke DI. Dole H. Clapp H. Schuck C. Hedger H. Hansen W. Edler W. Hankins H. Heinz M. Dobbins M. Schwerin J. F G. Latta G. White ' M. Macomber R. Moore l51l Gould Henriksen Harold Barnes Irene Simpson james Thompson Donald Roberts Louis Smaus Mary Frances Schwerin Gilbert Lotta. Grant Holt Kenneth Lauder Dick Best Wolcott Fuller Frances Ciosby Steb Teel C. Meitz D. McLean M. Devine V. Sahroian C. Steeple H. Young L. Krighaum D. Roberts E. Denny E. Taylor M. Warn B. Steinbeck E. Morehouse -I. Sheridan R. johnson J. jenkins R. Hagan W. Fuller C. Hinckley E. Wells D. Tweedy CAMPUS EcHoEs Mummers' Night Vazzdeville U21 Burlingame High S claool School Pageant E531 CAMPUS EcHoEs 5541 Burlingame Hi gh School ramatzcs URLINGAME advanced another step this year when the Mummers' Club was organized. The object is to present better plays for out school and to ex- change plays with dramatic clubs of other schools. This was successfully carried out October 16, when twelve San Mateo Playmakers and their instruc- tor, Miss Eileen Eyre, saw Trysting Place in our assembly. Ed Girard ..... . . Mr. Ingoldrby Peter Bailey ........ Lanrelof Briggs Virginia Simpson . . . . Mrr. Briggs Marion Barnes . . . ....... feuiff Frances Warren ......... Mfr. Curlir Ted Wayte . . ..,..... Rupert Snzilb Sparkin', a comedy of rural life, was presented at our school October 25. The play had for a plot the embarrassing experience of a young man who, while trying to court his girl, was very much hindered by the interference of 'her grandmother. Those taking part were congratulated on their efforts. Mary Ann Crary .... Granny Pninrberry Rex Hunter .......... Orry Spnrkr Marion Moulin ....... ferxie Hanna Margaret Cheney .... Mirx Snrie Hanna The autumn semester came to a climax November 7,-Mummer's Night. Ghost Story, one of Booth Tarkington's best comedies, was the story of a bashful young lover, who was hindered by the arrival of friends when he wished to Upopl' the big question. . Margaret Patterson ..... . . . Anna Rex Hunter . . . . . Tom Dorothy Michaels . . . . . Mary Billie Tiddv .... . . Floyd Marian West . . . . . Grace Gould Henriksen . . . . Lynn Barbara Reid . . ....... Lennie Edwin Bartlett .... . . Fred Ted Wayte .... l ......... George Florence Leis ......... . . Maid Student Director ..... Mary Ann Crnrjf Back of the Yards was a melodrama of gang life behind the stockyarcls of Chicago, about 1915. It was a gripping story and well portrayed by the students. , Bob Dwan .... ...... A Boy jim Mellen .... .... A 'Prierl Dorothy Hewitt ........... A Girl Bud Darnley .......... A Sergeant Margaret Warn ...... A Boyif Molber Student Director ........ Belly Bangle Tents of the Arabs, a romantic fancy of the East, had the most beautiful settings of any play ever produced at our school. Bob Doidge .............. King Betty Rainford . . Eznnrzn fDe.rerf Gypryj Gordon Hunter ........ Cbmrzberlnin Betty jane Hedden ..... Dnnring Girl CARAVAN: Ellen De Ve, Betty Clare Hamil- ton, Marian Tweedy, Isobel Hunter, Marian Student Director . f55l Frank Kneupfer . Bel Narb fCl1I7lt?lD1'i1'61'D Maurice Williams . Aoob fCarnel Drioerj William Witherspoon . Znlzrn QA Nolablej West, Dorothy Michaels, Barbara Reid, Florence Shaffner, Gould Henriksen, Gor- don Hunter, Billy Tiddy. . . Marian Moulin CAMPUS EcHoEs Senior activities left such a short time for casting and rehearsal that there was no Christmas Play. The first play of the spring semester was presented on Lincoln's birthday. It was one of the most touching plays ever presented. William Witherspoon . . Abralaam Lincoln Gordon Head . . . ..... Mr. Price Frank Knuepfer . . . .... Mr. Cuyfrzey Edwin Bartlett ....... Mr. Marlnzarla Rex Hunter ...... .... M r. Stone Catherine Eastman . . . Mr. Goliazb Blow Marjorie Plambeck . . . . . Mv'J. Linralfz Frank Knuepfer ....... General Gran! Betty Defendorf . . ..... Surmz Billy Tiddy .... .... M r. Malirzr Mauriec Williams . .I ..... Mr. Tucker' Gordon Hunters . . . .... Dennir Bob Doidge ............ Mr. Hind Gould Henricksen .... . . . Scott Dorothea Coleman ...... Mfr. Otberly Burlingameis first vaudeville show was a great triumph. It consisted of singing, dancing, jazz band, hay-wire orchestra, and comedy. Bob Dwan acted as master of ceremonies. Martin Schadi directed the hay-wire orchestra, which was composed of Charles Loudon, Leroy Preston, Leo Gadd, Kenneth Wright, Russell McCaughna, and Ellis Wells, singer. Several flute solos and a pianologue were given by Marian Moulin. Doris Campe presented a dramatic gypsy dance and an eccentric number as the third act. A play, i'The Knave of Hearts , one of the big features, con- sisted of King, Betty Rainford, Violetta, Betty jane Hedden, the cooks, Blue Hose and Yellow Hose, Harriet Neuman and Betty Clare Hamilton, the Chan- cellor, Ellabee jones, the Knave, Marian Moulin, six pages, Rae Proctor, Dickie Searle, Beverly Foss, Dorothy Bennetts, Bernice Crippen, and Dolores Golden, The jazz orchestra and specialty dances, and the jazz trio were enjoyed by everyone. The show was sponsored by the Mummer's Club, under the direc- tion of Mrs. Robison. The Mummer's Club saw uThe Minuet presented by the San Mateo Play- makers after school March 17. This was the first exchange of plays for this season. The Mummers returned the compliment by presenting Ile', at San Mateo school. The school play for this semester was Clarence,,' a three-act comedy by Booth Tarkington. The cast consisted of Clarence, Bob Dwan, Violet, Mildred Maus, Mr. Wheeler, Donald Allen, Mrs. Wlieeler, Doris Campe, Bobby Wheeler, Peter Bailey, Cora Wheeler, Barbara Steinbeck, Stem, jim Sooy, Mrs. Martin, Betty jane Burke, Dinwiddie, john Jones, and Della, jane Taylor. A mystery was chosen as the theme for Mummers' Night on April 24: The Cat O, Nine Tails. The cast was Mr. Gordon, Maurice Williainsg Mrs. Gor- don, Margaret Warti, jimmy Gordon, Gould Henriksen, jacob Webber, Rex Hunter, Betty Webber, Dorothea Coleman, Theodore Maitland, Betty Rain- ford, Henry, Ted Wfayte, Fox, Bill Witherspoon, Miss Smith, Betty Defen- dorf, Bridget, Billie Lathan, Peggy, jane Oflield, Cat O'Nine Tails? P l56l 6 1 CAMPUS EcHoEs our- Airty By ANNE MCKEAN ROFESSOR OLIVER LEWIS was taking his habitual walk from Stuyvesant Square to Fourth Avenue. He lived in a little hall bedroom, four flights up, over the square. He had been born only three doors from where he now lived, but it was sixty years since he had been a boy and played in this park. South along Fourth Avenue he walked, a little man, scarcely five feet four in height, even with the silk hat and Prince Albert coat. The coat was worn and shiny, but was immaculate. The hat was carefully smoothed and glossy. His white hair grew long over his shoulders, and people noticed that more than anything else about him. Through the ten years he had become a walking landmark in this region. It was late afternoon in April, and Professor Lewis stood in his customary niche at the corner of Fourth Avenue and Ninth Street, watching the traffic from a sheltered spot against the wall of the building. He was becoming anxious about the approaching storm. It had come up since he had left the square, and he had no umbrella. He must not get his silk hat wet. His thin overcoat was but feebly protecting him from the wind, which had grown sharp and biting with the disappearance of the sun. It was rapidly becoming dark. The professor decided to stand in a doorway till the shower had passed. The chimes in the Metropolitan Tower struck the first quarter after four. Then a little man, carrying an umbrella, came to stand in the doorway beside the professor. I got to go! said the little man finally, Keep the umbrella! I got another where I work. Ilm only fifty-five. You're older than me, a lot. You'd better start home. You'll get soaked standing here! And the little man was gone before the professor could reply. Now he would start home and chance crossing the street. He saw a lull in the traffic. Wlmen he started, he was nearly swept off'his feet. He got to the middle of the street before the umbrella grew unwieldy and began to swing this way and that, as if tugged by unseen hands. It turned inside out. Blaring noises from the passing cars confused the professor. The shaft of the umbrella swung around, knocking the silk hat from his head. Lashed in the other direc- tion, the shaft struck his glasses. They flew off. Now he could see little or nothing. Great, glaring headlights broke upon him, passed himg and then immediately other lights flared toward him out of the sheets of water. He couldn't see. He rushed between two cars. He slipped . . . The chimes of the Metropolitan Tower rang out in wails of wild sounds the half-hour after four. wk sc ae af wk l58l BZl1'!j7?gd77Z6 H i gb School The attendance that evening at the annual banquet of the New York alumni of Barclay College exceeded all previous records. The drive for two million five hundred thousand dollars was on. There was a million still to raise, but old Barclay would put it over! They'd got out more of the older men with money than had ever been seen before at an alumni dinner. In the midst of the dinner the toastmaster rapped loudly with his gavel for attention. It was hard to obtain quiet. Men, said the toastmaster, and there was a curious note in his voice, I ask your absolute silence. Epworth, of the editorial staff of the Herald, has just come in. He came to tell you something. A man standing behind him stepped into the toastmaster's place. He was in business clothes, a sharp contrast to the rest of the diners. Boys,l' he said, I have a tragic piece of news for you-for those of you who were in college up to ten years ago. Four-fifths of you men who are here tonight remember old Olly Lewis, our prof in English. He served in Bar- clay College for forty years, the longest time any professor ever taught there. He made no demands-ever. He took us freshmen under his wing. I used to walk with him miles around the college when it wasn't built up as it now is. Don'r you remember the funny little walk he had, a sort of hop forward? But tonight, right now, he's lying in Bellevue, both legs broken, skull fractured, and not a cent in the world except insurance enough to bury him. And to- morrow he'll be ours to bury, boys-Old Olly Lewisf , A confusion of noise rose in the room, and over thenifall a No from some- one who seemed to cry out in pain. il ' Epwortlfs voice broke. It was some time before he coiuld continue. Well, that's all-except that I'm going down to Bellevue, and if one or two of you want to come-perhaps old Olly will know us-even this late. At a distant table rose Martin Howell. He was reputed to be the wealth- iest of the alumni of Barclay. In the street he was 'known as Merciless Mar- tin. This evening they were planning to hit him for at least a hundred thousand. Martin Howell stood holding the edge of the table with one hand, the other fingering a spoon. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his cheeks and forehead. Mr, Toastmaster, may I ask the privilege of going to Bellevue with Mr. Epworth? Thirty years ago, when I was a green, frightened freshman, Olly took me under his wing. I-Ie was known as the Freshm.an's Friend. Iim com- ing back here before you men are through tonight, and I'll tell you more. as wk ae Pk ae At about half-past ten Martin Howell came back. The toastmaster caught his eye and beckoned him to come to the speakers' table. Howell stood in front of the crowd. f59I CAMPUS ECHOES Olly-Olly has gone, boys. Then quickly, silently, three hundred men arose and stood. After a time they heard Howell say, i'Sit down, boys. He waited till they were seated. There's a lot that I could tell you men- terrible things-that I won't tell, for it's all over. It was the poor old Prof of ours-shattered, deathly white, a lot older, unconscious, and muttering- about what? The college! The college that gave him half pay and forgot him on the very night that it is trying to raise a fund so that such things shan't happen again! And boys, when I bent over him and whispered my name, he seemed to think we were back in the old room at Barclay, and he asked me to ICC1EC.n Merciless Martin Howell could not go on. Finally he spoke. And so Mr. President, I wish, sir, as a slight token of my appreciation of what that simple great man has done for Barclay College, to give to our alma mater two hundred and fifty thousand, to be used for the erection of a build- ing for whatever purpose is most necessary. That building is to be named for Oliver Lewis. i'And, sir, I also desire to give to the fund for providing proper salaries for our professors and other teachers the sum of two hundred fifty thousand dollars. And I ask one word more: I have arranged that Professor Lewis is to be buried from my house. If you will permit me, I will leave now. The alumni of Barclay College were silent. There was no sound save the occasional pushing back of a chair or the click of a plate or a glass on a table as Martin Howell passed from the room. He was in an agony of overwrought emotion as he recalled the events of the early evening, for he remembered that his car had passed the corner of Fourth Avenue and Ninth Street at precisely half after four that evening. He had happened to take out his watch at the moment the Metropolitan clock had struck the half hour. He would never know whether it had been his car or another. f60l Burlingame High School ide I-Azhgs I Love By MARGARET FISH WONDER if other people, when they are alone and cheerful, and without any- thing definite to do, ever indulge in dreaming as I do? That is the sort of thing that sensible, solid people will not confess. Wluat do people, for in- stance, think about when they are walking along or before they go to sleep? Today as I walk in the rain and splash gaily through mud-puddles, lovely pictures keep crowding to my mind of other places and of green valleys, dark, snow-clad mountains, an old ranch house, scrubbed kitchen floors, starched curtains, great pans of milk, and a sort of curdled cheese. I see the morning grass glisten with warm dew, and stubby, snow-white clouds float over a sapphire sky. I am out on the broad, gray-ribboned highway, then the firm, brown road, the lazy little byway, and the up-and-down road that winds from deep water locks and great ships to guns that roar with authority. I drink in the swell of the heaclwind sweeping over an emerald lake. I listen to a tumbling stream surging through deep canyons, to the soothing music of an old creek, winding and rippling contenredly along through the willows and grasses, to the buzz of bees, to all the familiar home sounds, to the faint low- ing of a cow in some pasture. I rest once again in a grassy dooryard on a roomy porch full of cool comforts. I hear ice tinkling in glasses, Grandmother hum- ming and singing to herself. The scent of jasmine comes to my thoughts, and little girls, in all their after-nap sweetness, playing house with their dolls in shady dooryards. I hear the industrious hum of the lawn-mower. My thoughts wander on. There is a dip in the road, with the meandering brook running through the meadow at the bottom. On the slopes above are groves of birches, with oaks here and there and tall pines standing up among them. I see a little grey-and-white town, and I walk through the friendly, familiar coolness of shaded gate-hung streets. I go on dreaming-I hear music of gongs struck softly after dark, the clash of cymbals, the pink shells, bits of coral, green velvet moss, fairy pollen of poppies, the robin's breast, cobwebs and flowery dresses, colors-russet and red-and cherry-red carpets, and dark shining mahogany, yellow gypsy pansy, pure white sand, and scraggly dunes, the luscious-leaved ferns and cheery geraniums, bakery smells and washing on the line, blackberries' ebony stain, candlesticks, palaces, dewy leaves of silver and glass, cellar smells of apple and jam. It is time I stopped my dreaming. The light has sloped to the west, and the clouds have faded from purple and are as blue as indigo now. just another picture added to the list. Hall CAMPUS ECHOES I I , I 1 summer lgdt s Igiqtmare fIVilb apologier I0 IV!!! Slmleerpearej By BETTY CLARE HAMILTON H, for some excitement! Cobweb elaborately yawned and stretched out on the soft green bank of moss. This court is the dullest place nowadays, grumbled Mustard-seed. Same old court functions, same old ring-a-round-a-rosy dances- Titania and Oberon haven't had a decent fight for ages, and if you ask me, Oberon isn't as goodlooking as he used to be, interrupted Moth. Oh, Moth, how can you speak so disrespectfully of Their Highnesses? Peasiiosunn put on herrnostshocked look. BeQdegH she connnued in a smug, self-satisfied little voice, if you'd occupy yourself with some work, you wouldn't get so bored. Indeed, sneered Cobweb. I suppose you think we don't know why you're so industriously polishing your slippers. The way you carry on with every hand- some courtier is a disgrace to our fairy kingdom, and, furthermore,- But her remark was never finished, for a deluge of leaves showered down on them and merry laughter echoed through the clearing. Puck, you mean thing! shrieked Peas-blossom, as she struggled from un- der a particularly large leaf. Puck grinned at her and nimbly leaped to the top of a stump. Don't get angry, ladies. I have news. You won't be bored any longer, for things will soon be humming around here. Titania and Oberon are going to have the biggest quarrel since the one during the time Elizabeth was Queen of Englandf, How do you know?', demanded Moth, brushing her wings. You'd be surprised, laughed Puck with a wink. just wait and see if I'm not rightf' He broke off and glanced at the sky. See here, the moon will be up soon, and you're not dressed for the processional yet. Better hurry up, or Her Majesty will be displeased. 1 Ten minutes later the clearing was a scene of great activity. Members of the court were standing around in groups and talking. The poor harassed Court Chamberlain and his assistants rushed around instructing fire-flies when to flash their lanterns, trying to keep a mischievous group of goblins and elves in order, and putting every leaf and twig in the clearing in place. This was an extra gala occasion, since it was the Grand Court of Midsummer's Eve. just as the first pale rays of the moon illuminated the clearing, a fanfare of trumpets was heard, and through an opening in the trees the procession came. Four trumpeters were followed by the famous Fairyland Guard. Banners fly- ing, plumes waving on each jaunty helmet, their polished lances glittering in the combined rays of the moon and fireflies' lanterns, they were indeed a brave sight. Six prancing wood mice, resplendent in gold and purple trappings, drew E621 B111-'lingame High School a gorgeous moonflower chariot, in which sat the King and Queen of the Fairies. Following the royal carriage came Cobweb, Moth, Mustard-seed, and Peas- blossom in another carriage, as befitted the chief attendants of the queen. Puck, mounted on a particularly spirited kangaroo mouse, headed a section of cavalry, while overhead a squadron of moths was guided by the members of the air force. Apparently the pomp and ceremony of the processional and the scores of subjects, bowing low and shouting hurrahs, annoyed Titania more than they had done the year before. Stupid affair, she said under her breath to Oberon between bows to the crowd. Riding in a carriage! Absolutely antiquated! The only thing modern we have in this kingdom is our air force, and iff none too goodf Now, what's the matter with a carriage? You used to think they were good enoughf' Well, I don't see why our inventors can't invent something like the auto- mobiles the mortals have. Moreover, your crown is old style, and your hair is too long for the present mode. Any more complaints? inquired Oberon sarcastically. Fortunately, before Titania could reply, the carriage stopped before the throne. As soon as the Royal Ballet, which opened all festivities, had begun to dance, Titania found time to continue. i'They've done that same dance since the Sphinx was built! I'm sick of it all, and Iim tired of staying in Greece! I want to go to a new and up-to-date country-America, for instance. Titania began to tap one dainty little foot. America! Do you mean to tell me you want to leave these quiet isles of Greece for that noisy place Puck described to me? Nonesense, Titania-Peas blossom! Stop fiirting with my captain of the Guard. Oberon, how dare you talk to one of my attendants that way? Titania no longer cared whether the lords and ladies of the court heard her or not. Wl1at difference does it make if she Hirts or not? If I had any sense, I'd do it too! I-Ie's by far the handsomest male fairy around hereli' Her last remark stung Oberon to action, so to speak, for he leaped to his feet and shouted at Titania, How dare you talk that way to your lord and n1aster?U At this Titania, too, jumped up. Lord and master! If you weren't so old- fashioned and stodgy, you'd know that lords and masters are out of style. I'll not stand your bullying any longer. You can't treat me like this and get away with it anymore! Titania picked up het train and scepter and rushed across the clearing, not stopping for her chariot. For a moment everybody was too bewildered to do or say anything, except Puck, who whispered in Cobweb's ear, I told you so. Then her personal retinue obediently followed her. To his credit, Oberon passed off the incident with kingly nonchalance, light- i633 CAMPUS EcHoEs ing a corn-silk cigaret. But it was plain to the court that he was disturbed. As the evening wore on, one by one fairies silently left the clearing when Oberon wasn't looking. Even Puck was no longer to be seen. just as Oberon woke up to the fact, Puck appeared and requested a private audience with the king. The merrymakers promptly retired to the other side of the clearing, and Puck delivered the message. Her Majesty sent me to tell you that she has decided to stay in another Part of the wood with her followers until you consent to go with her on a trip to America. And you know, continued Puck in a confidential tone, as he chewed on a bit of mint leaf, I think it's a very reasonable offer. She could easily go to America by herself and leave you. Oh, hang it, for whatever the current court expression wasj grumbled Oberon. Why does she have to make so much fuss over a little thing? He stopped and chewed his finger-nails a minute. I can't think when I'm hungry. Ask a footman or a waiter to bring me a bite, will you Puck? The refreshments are very late tonightf' Oh, I forgot to tell you. The Royal Cook and his assistants went with Her Highness, and so the feast tonight is unprepared, said Puck as he hunted for another bit of mint leaf in his pockets. What, Oscar gone? Well-can't you find another cook? I'm starving. The king actually looked worried. Your Majesty knows that Oscar is the only cook who suits you, reprov- ingly answered Puck, pulling his ear lobe. You know you can't abide bat steak unless it has crystal sauce on it, and Oscar has never allowed anyone to see the reci e. EWell, can't you get Oscar to come back? persisted Oberon. I'm afraid not, Puck answered sadly. He says he prefers to cook for Her Majesty, because Her Majesty never insists on having things prepared the way her mother used to make them. , Then what can I do? inquired Oberon, who was nearly exhausted from Puck's arguments. I think you might accede to Her Majesty's demand, replied Puck, examin- ing his long hose for a possible run. It will do you good to visit America. You've always had your own way before, anyway. There really isn't anything else to do, because Her Majesty could never be brought to your way of think- ing by any simple trick like the time you put the ass's head on that fellow in the time of Theseus. Well, I guess Iill have to let her have her own way if you won't help me. Oberon went on reproachfully, It really isnit like you at all, Puck. Why are you so anxious for this trip? Puck giggled a bit. I met an awfully cute fairy named Mabel in New York on my last visit, Your Majesty. Queer names those American fairies have, don't you think? With which parting remark Puck skipped off whistling. f64l Burlingame H i gh School Ae Duel By DONALD WHITE N the early American days, before the War of 1812, it was the custom when one man was insulted by another either to challenge the other to a duel or to admit himself a coward. When Andrew jackson was a young man in Tennessee, he was making con- siderable progress as a lawyer. A man named Douglas became quite jealous of him. At a public gathering he decided to insult Jackson. He did this, and as Jackson was no coward, he offered his challenge, even though he knew Douglas to be the best pistol shot in the country. As jackson had challenged, Douglas had the choice of weapons. He immediately chose pistols at twenty paces. The duel was to take place at seven o'clock in the morning. At the appointed time each man appeared with his two seconds, as was the custom. The pistols were loaded in the presence of the seconds, and the two men stopped to have what might be their last words with their seconds. When the command 'Fire' is given, just watch the second button on his coat Hy , said Douglas to his seconds. Jackson had made up his mind, since Douglas was the quickest and most accurate shot in all the country, to let him shoot first. After they had stepped off the ten paces, at the command of Fire, Douglas wheeled and fired. His seconds saw the button fly, but jackson did not move. What! Did I miss him? cried Douglas, who then started to back away. But jackson's seconds made him stand to the mark. jackson took deliberate aim and fired. Douglas fell to the earth, shot through the heart. jackson's seconds then walked away with him. After they had walked for a short distance, Jackson said, Wait a minute. He then sat down on a log and pulled off his boot. He turned it upside down and poured blood out of it. ' Wl1y, you gave no sign of being hit, said one of his seconds with aston- idmnent I would not have let that fellow have the satisfaction of knowing that he had hit me, even if he had shot through the brain, said jackson. Jackson had known that Douglas would shoot for the second button, which would be right over his heart, so he had padded his right side and moved the buttons over so that they were over his tight side rather than over his heart. This clever trick had saved the life of the man who later became one of our greatest generals and Presidents. f65Il CAMPUS EcHoEs Goulcl ft Be Vitae? By JOAN WHITNEY IT1-1 his face cupped in his hands, Johann Usigli sat gazing at the dying fire. On other nights, as soon as the fire died out, he went to bed to keep warm. That was the life of a poor musician. But tonight? Was not his masterpiece to be performed by the Symphony directed by Molinari? He sat thinking of the past and of his possible future. A neighboring church bell be- gan ringing the hours,-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. The bells were cheery and happy tonight, announcing the birth of his masterpiece. I shall have a chance if it only succeeds. Will the audience be kind and applaud-or will they hiss? This feeling of suspense-will they appreciate it? IdemnppedlnsHowcfthoughmlongenoughtosnrthenre Maybe they will hiss. But nog they cannot. My whole soul is in it. The food, the pleasure, and everything I have done without in order to finish! I don'r regret it, though. This room shows what I have done without. He glanced around the room as he said this. An old, lumpy mattress and rusty springs, set upon some boxes, served as his bed. Upon a rickety desk he wrote his compositions. These compositions were wonderful and some day would be known to the world. His friend, Lewis Devanse, had secured for him an audition from Molinari, who, upon hearing his work, had declared it a composition that would quickly become famous. He had promised to bring it before the public. And tonight at the monthly concert of the Symphony it was to be played. Quick, Johann, or we will be late, said Devanse, standing in front of the fire warming his hands. We'll make a festival of this. A taxi is waiting. Let's walk if you donit mind. I need to calm myself, called Johann from behind the screen in the corner which he used as a dressing-room. The friends set out by the dingy alleyways to the Auditorium, where the Symphony was giving its concert. Johann was as nervous and proud as a small child who is about to recite a piece. His only suit had been especially cleaned and brushed for the ocasion. When they arrived, the concert had begun, and Usigli dragged his friend in- to the dark corner of the hall. Now, as soon as the applause died down, they would play his work. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands and clenched his teeth. Molinari tapped his stand, and the musicians lifted their instruments into position, ready to play. The opening note was played. But what was wrong? Was that the composition on which he had worked for months? That couldn't be it-those horrible discords, the wrong instruments playing, and the way Molinari was conducting it. !'This is mockery! Am I going crazy? That isn't my composition! Wildly he rose and stumbled out into the hall, with his friend quickly following. My friend, what have they done to it? The audience . . . their mocking faces . . . their whispering to each other. What does it all mean? E663 Burlingame H i gh School Come, Johann, you are overwrought. Let me take you home! He took his friend by the hand and pulled him out on to the street. Paper, sir? asked a small newsboy, shoving a paper in Johannis hand. Johann mechanically paid him and, unseeing, walked on. Extra! Extra! cried the newsboy. Musician's masterpiece hissed by audiencefl What? Is that in the headlines? What have I done to deserve this? he said in agony. Once more in his humble room, he sat in his old chair in front of the fire, the same position as before the concert, but before he had been full of hope, eager in anticipation, and cheerful. Now he was broken by a cruel, unseen hand, shaking, sobbing. He heard the bells of the church again ringing the hour. It sounded as a death toll to him-the death of his work. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven- eight-hard, cruel, somber sounds. A knock sounded at the door. Wearily he lifted his head from his hands and, sadly glancing at the door, muttered, Come in. Cheerily stamping his feet and rubbing his hands to keep warm, Devanse entered. My friend! Johann! Wfhat is wrong? Why aren't you ready? We will be late for the first performance of your masterpiece. . l Chzhese Lanterns, ' ROSEMARY P12151 3 I Chinese lanterns on a string, Lightly dip and sway and swing, Softly shines their mellow light, Through the warm midsummer night. Still we see them, light on air, Hanging here and hanging there. But we never think that they VU ill sometime burn and fadf: away. Breezes softly sift and drift, Gently putt and stir and lift. Lanterns tall and lanterns small, Swinging, swaying, one and all. Fishes, houses, bridges, scenes, Illuminating china dreams. All of these quaint pictures are Chinese lanterns from afar. f67l CAMPUS EcHoEs T e of tde Dated Cow By MARGARET FISH ' Y host of the tavern shook his head sadly. The old inn is not what it was in the days of my grandfather, he said, setting down his mug. Then-ah, the fine gentlemen and beautiful women! The coaches in the stables and the serving maids! No better times were to be had in the colonies than at the Sign of the Dutch Cow. This is the same hall of the good old days, my host? asked the stranger from the other end of the long table. joan, daughter of the tavern-keeper, and serving maid now in its degeneracy, had noticed that the stranger was different from the usual class of people who visited her father's inn. 1 Yes, about the only thing left me,', answered my host, though there still remain, young sir, some pieces from the grand service of silver on which my grandfather dished up his dinners. Let's take a look at your silver, friend Merkel, cried one of the tavern's roysterets. It's almost three months since I've had a peek into your chest. Out with 'em, and with your stories of old New Amsterdam as well. Since there is a storm outside, we'll have good fun within. My host nodded and left the hall, while the guests of the tavern drew around the roaring fire and joan refilled their mugs with clear ale. Returning, the old man took his chair among them and opened the great oaken chest. The firelight flashed upon quaint old pieces of Dutch silver. Truly, it is a fine showing, said the man who had before spoken. Here's to the old fellow who brought them all across the water-Augustine Van Ranslierln T The stranger guest started at the toast, but none except joan noted the sudden movement as the mugs clashed high over my host's head. It is, by jove, a fine collection, the young stranger said a moment later when the bottom of the chest was reached, a fine collection, from the finest land God ever created. My father and grandfather, sits, were silversmiths in old Amsterdam, and I know the value of such workf' f'joan, said my host, go bring the young sir the silver cow from out of the chest in the guest room. Now then, lad, did you ever see work as line as that? ' This time more than one of the company caught the start of eagerness with which the stranger took the silver from the hand of the tavern-keeper. He turned it about in the hrelight. It was the figure of a cow, beautifully chased, of the heaviest old Dutch silver, not more than eight inches long, with a large f68l Burlingame High School fat body and short legs. In the middle of its back was a lid, and when it was lifted, it showed that the interior of the animal was hollow. It was for the use of cream, explained my host, it holds a good half pint. It is really worth something, too, lad, for, though it is hollow, it is fairly heavyf' Let me drink some of your excellent ale from so original a pitcher, said the silvetsmith. He stepped to the table, took one of the mugs, and poured the contents into the pitcher. Had my host been an observant man, he would have wondered at the words which his guest muttered below his breath: Ah! I was not wrong when I thought it holds a little less than my host's half pint. The tavern-keeper was restoring his silver to the flannel bags in the oak chest. The strangers next words startled him somewhat. At what price do you value this relic from the hands of some old Dutch silversmith, my friend? I know little about such things, my boy. The pitcher came to me with all the rest of the silver from my grandfather, who bought it from the creditors of young Van Ranslier when the extravagant young rake had spent all his money and had to go back to old Amsterdam. It may be worth some forty florins or so-I' I will give you that for it, was the stranger's quiet reply. My host of the Cow sat erect. The bar-loungers .stared at the young silvetsmith. I have no wish to sell it, my lad, said the tavern-keeper slowly. I will give you forty Horins. It is worth that, said the stranger, quietly as before. Tell him the story of the cow, cried one. The lad will not be wanting to waste money on it then, I'll bet. Give us the story of the cow, Merkel. No, not tonight,', said the tavern-keeper, but, lad, this cow never brings luck to its owner. In my mind it was the death of old Van Ranslier on the very day of his landing in New Amsterdam, and of his son's downfall, too, and- lad, you've seen the sign over my door? The sign of the cow? said the stranger in his quiet tones. Before my grandfather bought the silver from the creditors of young Van Ranslier, this tavern swung another sign. It was changed when the chest of silver came, and the old Dutch cow took its place. Since then the glory of the tavern has gone down-down-until only little Joan and I and the silver re- main. Donit ask to buy it, young sir. It carries ill-luck with it. Fifty Horins is all I will give for it, was the answer. That is all I have and more than the thing is worth, but I have taken a fancy to it. You say it has brought bad luck to you? I do notrnind any such chikhsh superminon. Fifty Horins I'll offer you for your Dutch cow and no more. The wayfarers in the tavern gaped in amazement. It was strange that one E691 CAMPUS Ecuoiss should wish to rob his pockets of fifty good florins for an old evil pitcher. The landlord was staring, too. Put away your florins, lad, he said at last. The cow must go back into the chest. I do not rob boys. The pitcher is not worth the forty florins that I paid for it. You know that. I know my own mind, said the stranger. Will you sell me the cow? Noi said the tavern-keeper shortly, but he still looked at the young silver- smith strangely. There was silence in the great drinking hall. The disappoint- ment on the young man's face was very evident. Lad, said the tavern-keeper presently, you shall have the cowg but it shall be yours only if within twenty-four hours it doesn't cause you any mis- fortune. Gentlemen, you all are witnesses. If the cow does not bring bad luck to my master, the silversmith, within twenty-four hours the cow is his. If it does, he shall return it to me as it stands now. Is it understood? Yes,', laughed all the guests, we understand, but you play the fool, friend Merkel. Here is your silver cow, lad. What, boy? You're not going out in this storm! I must, replied the silversmith, My business is many miles from here. I must rush on. Never mind. I will go after my own horsef' My host tried to urge him to remain, but his pleadings were of no avail. Shortly after, Joan, with her face pressed close to the wet panes of the tavern window, saw the handsome young stranger go galloping off into the rain and the darkness. x ' 2 x x x Ten miles up the road stood a deserted barn. Into this the stranger led his tired and dripping horse. He himself seemed to feel neither cold nor weari- nessg and hiding himself in one corner, he lit a dark lantern and drew from his coat-pocket the tavern-keeper's silver cow. After a ten years' search, he muttered. At last! The protruding green glass eyes of the cow seemed to blink mockingly at him. I was sure of it to- night-first when I read the sign, and then when Merkel brought out old Van Ranslier's silver. It's the same cow in which my grandfather, the silversmith, hid the jewel that Van Ransler brought him the day before he sailed to the colonies. The jewel was hidden in the bottom of the cow and a false bottom put over it. Ah, I thought so! The silversmith had very skillfully separated the cow into halves. He had made out the line that marked where the upper plate of silver had been fastened to the sides of the inner wall. A moment later he held in his hand a beautiful ruby, which gave flashes of light like the rays from the lantern. He laughed softly. Superstitious old fellow. How little he knew what his old silver cow might have given him. It is well old Van Ranslier did not trust the jewel to l70l CAMPUS Eci-1oEs Ilwdere is tde Blue Q71-ock? U By NONA BEARD HE wind whistled and whined around the farmhouse of Old Joe MacKenzie. The rain slashed angrily at the windows as if seeking admit- tance to the cheery main room, wherein Old Joe sat before the dying embers of a log fire. In the bedroom adjoining the living room Old Joe's granddaughter, Jennie, slept fitfully, because the rumbling of the thunder of this stormy night disturbed her. One particularly loud blast was followed by a rumbling note of thunder, which seemed to shake the old house. Jennie opened her eyes, and, looking through the open door into the adjoining room, saw her grandfather rise and go into the kitchen. Judging that he had gone to ascertain the Cause of the disturbance, she closed her eyes and fell into a light slumber. When she awoke again in the early hours of the dawn, Old Joe was just coming in, white hair tossed wildly about, raindrops glistening on his tired face, and boots covered with mud. As he stood before the fireplace, one hand rest- ing on the mantel, the other holding the stick with which he scraped the mud from his boots, Jennie heard him mutter, There's just nine thousand dollars- neither more nor lessf' Wondering what he meant, but glad because the storm had ceased its raging for a while, Jennie turned over and fell into a sound sleep from which she did not awaken till the sun streamed in through her windows in the morning. Wlmen she arose and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she immediately missed a familiar object-the old blue crock. It had sat for years on the shelf g in fact, when she was a tiny child just beginning to look upon her surroundings with comprehension, she had seen it always in its accustomed place. This morn- ing the eggs that it usually contained were in a pan on the sink. She was sur- prised, but, having much to do, she did not take time to look for it. Another surprise greeted her as she descended the stairs into the cellar to get the cream for breakfast. The walls of the cellar, which were made from stones taken from Logtown Creek, had been washed in by the storm. Among the debris Jennie saw a pick and shovel, and, on looking more closely, she dis- covered footprints in the soft mud. This, then, explained Old Joe's appearance last night. Jennie knew that her grandfather hoarded the gold he had taken from the streams in the Mother Lode district in which they lived, and she knew that he must have accumulated quite a fortune during his lifetime. Putting two and two together, she knew that up till last night he had kept his gold in the walls of the cellar, and when the storm came and caved them in, he had removed it E741 Bm Zzngame H z gh School cotc BJ RoB1:RT ROBERTSON WAX back 111 umty erght a loyal old Scotchman was travelrng afoot across country In the v1c1n1ty flowed a rrver, and rn order to get to the opposrte bank, one was forced to cross on a CCIEZIIH brrdge But one was also forced to pay for the prrvrlege of crossrng on Ifl11S brrdve Now the Scot wanted to cross the rrver he drd not want to pay the toll If he d1d not pay the toll, he must find some other means of crossmg To th1s end he s1t down to thrnk In hrs mrnd he checked off all the possrble modes of crossrng If he were the possessor of 1 boat he mrght row across, but he d1d not own one nor was onc accessrble to h1m Had he been a b1rd he could have flown b11t he was not a brrd and could not fly Therefore, that method was out He mrght have dug a tunnel beneath the rrver but he d1d not have a shovel To solve the matter he rnvented swrmmrng and swam across Th1S srmplrfied everythmg I CIEC thrs story merely as a representatrve type of the many thousands of storres related at the expense of the Scotch race each day The sole reason and purpose of the evpendrture of so much energy rn the manufacture and tellrng of these stones 15 to rllustrate the so called trght Hstedness of the Scotch people However most of the people who manufacture and pass on these stones to others are totally unaware of the facts Anyone who struggles to derrve sus tenance from SO1l as bare and rocky as IS that found rn Scotland IS bound to be a b1t careful of the manner rn whrch he scatters the com of the realm and when thrs struggle for a lrvrng has been gorng on for centurres there IS naturally mbred rnto the character of a man a sense of cautron conce1n1ng currency Th1s 15 what has happened 1n Scotland Such 1 cond1t1on exrsts rn the north east sec non of the Unrted States and rf the Scotch are a degree more careful wrth therr l1fe savrngs than are the New Englanders, I wrll personally push 1 peanut up Prke s Peak Then too, nrnety nrne per cent of such storres CODSISI of gross ew: 1ggetat1on A story has to be exaggerated 1n order to be r1d1culous, 1nd If must be r1d1cu lous rn order to be funny Of course, a Scotch story should be funny to bc worth whrle There IS one good feature about these SIOIICS They grve the Scotch race a great deal of free advertrsrng It has been sard that there are two thousand c1v1l1zed languages spoken on the face of the earth and that Scotch jokes and storres are told ID 1pptox1mately two thousand of these languages The Scotch people may be a poor race but they are certarnly 1 vrell 1dvert1sed one Us InnlnlnnnnnunInnun-nu-un--nun r . , - rr - n - . 1 L . - , o ' c Q 4 . 1 . 2 u C o C 7 A I . . . , . c 4. , , . . , C - . C . ' L I 1 L A C . . . U . ,, 7 L I I - c c ' , 7 c . I ' , c . . I . I V C L - 1 7 - . L c . L ' 2 ' . . C - ' A . L ' . c c L 4 , ' ' Z. 4' . L 7 2 ' 2 . -1 Burlingame High School to a more secure hiding-place. However, having been born without that trouble- maker, curiosity, she kept her own counsel and did HOC mention a word of what was in her mind even to her grandfather. Some months later, Old Joe lay dying from a stroke. Knowing that he was going, he called for Jennie. When she sat beside his bed, he tried desperately to tell her something, but all he could manage to murmur was, Blue crock . . . buried- Then a sigh escaped him, and Old joe MacKenzie straightened out and died with the secret on his lips. And to this day Old jooe's great, great-grandchildren ask, Where is the blue crock?', Tde fwustarcf Ween, By CLYDE RYAN In the Spring in California a person may walk over the green hills and see a whole valley covered with yellow, caused by the plant called the black mustard weed. The yellow blossom of the black mustard weed would never have been in California if it were not for the Spanish Padres who made and founded the mis- sions throughout California from San Diego on up the coast. The reader will no doubt wonder what connection the mustard weed has with Spanish Padres or the missions founded by them on the trail called El Camino Real, which, by the way, means the Royal Highway. The yellow blossoming mustard weed originally grew in Europe and Asia. Wlmen the Spanish Padres made the trail from San Diego, there were no such things as regular highways with road signs. But the Spanish Padres knew of a plant with yellow blossoms that could be seen for miles. For the sake of those that have not guessed the rest I will explain. The Spanish Padres planted this mustard weed as they went so that others could find their trail in the spring by following the yellow trail of the Howers. Of course, they did not realize that black mustard weed scatters its seeds every year. But now California valleys are covered with this yellow-blossoming flower. That is the history of the mustard plant in California. This story has been handed down from father to son for a long time. I do not know where one should look to prove the story, but the reader must admit it sounds reason- able enough. l75l CAMPUS ECHOES Wonderful Horse By BETTY JANE BURKE Oh, Horse, you are a wonder bruteg No buttons to push, no horns to toorg You start yourself, no clutch to slipg No spark to miss, no gears to stripg No license-buying every year, With plates to screw on front and rear No gas bills climbing up each day, Stealing the joy of life away g No speed cops chugging in your rear, Yelling summons in your earg Your inner tubes are all O. K., And thank the Lord they stay that way Your spark plugs never miss or fussg Your motor never makes us cussg Your frame is good for many a mileg Your body never changes style. Your wants are few and easy metg You've something on the auto yet. VdCdfIlOH Song By EVELYN PAUSMAN XV ith the opening of the schools They took me from the swimming pools And gave me homework nights Morning always comes too soong I cannot bear the afternoon, And, oh, those homework nights! I feel those teachers 'round me. Their voices linger yet. They taught me all my A B Cs- I wish I could forget! They broke my heart a million ways Wlien they took my happy days And gave me homework nights. U61 LT I 1 i .Z K ' NU fl f X , I ,yy v A fx. I X -,.,A CAMPUS ECHOES 'x SQUAD if Vars1?y Team X A, wg RICHARD EPTING, CAPTAIN . X ' I QQCX- X fC 'Y mf:-'-'FRED HUNT .... BILLY HANKINS . CLYDE DEVINE . . . WALTER KLEVASAHL . . BILL EDLER ..... L BRANDT WICKERSHAM . X GORDON HEAD . . . . D' DICK JOHNSON . . PHIL LEE ..... EMMETT BRODERICK . . E731 . . Left Tackle . .Right Guard . .Left Emi . . Center . . Left Guard . Right Tacklk . . Right End . Left Half Back Right Half Back . Qum'ter'Back . Full Bach Burlingame High School football HE Burlingame football team was very successful during the 1930 season, winning the P. A. L. championship without a defeat. They lost only the first two practice games, those played against Mission and Lowell high schools. The call for candidates came on August 26, and within a week the teams were ready for scrimmage. The first practice game ended in Mission's favor with a score of 12-0. The following week-end the Panthers were beaten by Lowell high by a score of 6-0. The next two practice games were won: from Monterey, 9-63 and from Antioch, 25-0. In the nrst P. A. L. game, played between Burlingame and Redwood City, the first scoring was done by Sequoia. Then Phil Lee received a pass and ran for Buringame's first touchdown. Ray Arnold and john Watts made two more touchdowns for the Panthers. The final score was 20-7. The Burlingame eleven next played Palo Alto. The teams were very evenly matched, neither gaining the advantage over the other. The game ended in a scoreless tie. Several touchdowns were made by the Panthers in the game with the San jose eleven, which was able to score but once. The score was 25-7. The rivalry between Burlingame and ,San Mateo assumed new importance this year because of the fact that the victor also became winner of the P. A. L. campionship. The game was hard fought and close, the teams being very evenly matched. -However, by the end of the second quarter the Panthers had ad- vanced to the fifteen yard line, where a place kick by Captain Richard Epting made the score 3-0. As the game advanced, first one team, then the other had the advantage. The game ended without further scoring. Following the P. A. L. championship, the Panthers played the Monterey team for -sectional honors. The game took place on Thanksgiving day on a very muddy field. Monterey defeated Burlingame 6-0. Scoiuas Burlingame . . . 0 Mission .... .12 Burlingame . . . 0 Lowell .... . . 6 Burlingame . . . 9 Monterey . . . . 6 Burlingame . . .25 Antioch . . . . 0 Burlingame . . .20 Sequoia . . . . 7 Burlingame . . . 0 Palo Alto . . . . .0 Burlingame . . .25 San Iose . . . . 7 Burlingame . . . 3 San Mateo . . . .0 Burlingame ...O Monterey .... 6 l 791 CAMPUS ECHOES H301 Burlingame High School i811 W CAMPUS Ecr-tors l5'as.4ef6all AINTAINING excellent. teamwork throughout the season, the 110's won the P. A. L. championship this year, crashing through every league game without a defeat. They started well by winning the majority of their eight practice games. San jose, South San Francisco, and San Mateo were all vanquished as the 110's swept on to victory. Because all the other teams of the league had lost at least two games, the Burlingame five was assured of the league championship even before, the season was over. All of the games were very fast and skillfully played. The team is one of which the whole school may be justly proud. The 110's scored 124 points to their opponentfs 58. Captain Malatesta, a veteran of several seasons, was high- point man with 40 points to his credit. George Chessum, Arthur Anderson, Donald White, and Harold Young were the other members of the victorious team.. Losing but one game during the entire season, the 120's were also successful in winning the P. A. L. championship for Burlingame. Their only defeat came in their first game with San Mateo. This was compensated for, however, when they overcame San Mateo in a return game by a score of 18-16. Palo Alto, the nearest competitor, suffered defeat twice. Of the 166 points made by the 120's, Captain Robert Meyers made 42. john Repp followed closely, making 39 points. Walter Girdwoyn and john Repp were the two forwards, Henry Guld- borg and Robert Meyers acted as running guards, and Howard Stern played a good game at center. The 130's did not make such a glowing record as did the 110's and the 12O's. Although several of their games were very close and hard fought, they won only two games. San Mateo won both their games with the 130's, but were hard pressed to do so, as the scores show. In the first game the score was 15-12, and in the second it was 19-17. The team won its first game with Redwood City and its second game with South San Francisco. In the latter the contest was closer than the score, 17-14, would indicate. With only one minute to play, the score stood 15-14 in favor of the Panthers. The last basket was sunk just before the final gun sounded. With 24 point to his credit, Alex Gordon captured high score honors. Captain Roy Rustice followed with 21. The other players on the team were Fred DeMaestti, Kent Atwater, and Bernard Heckenkemper. Winning only one game in the P. A. L., the Unlimiteds finished the season without gaining the coveted championship. The team was made up mostly of boys who had never gone out for basketball before. However, they improved rapidly and at the end of the season were playing a splendid game. fS2l Bwlinganze H i gh School Boys ' Sports HE track teams started a successful series of meets right after the annual in- terclass meet, won by the seniors. The twenties and thirties won over Palo Alto, San Mateo, and Balboa and then climaxed their season by winning the P. A. L. meet at Stanford University, May 2. The tens, handicapped by the loss of boys who went into higher classes, could not equal the outstanding showing made by the other limited squads. The unlimited team placed second in the meet with Palo Alto and San Mateo and then defeated Balboa. The final Peninsula meet for the heavyweights was scheduled to be held at Stanford on Bday 9. Although the Panther baseball team made a poor start in the practice games, winning but one out of four, they ended the season in second place in the Penin- sula Athletic League. In the first league game they defeated San Mateo by a score of 4-2. Palo Alto then fell before the Panther squad, 14-9. In this game the Burlingame nine made four runs in the first inning, and maintained their lead throughout the contest. San Jose, who won the P. A. L. championship, took the next game from the local team. By a rally in the ninth inning, when the score was 4-0 in favor of Burlingame, the San jose team scored five runs to win the game. Half Moon Bay was defeated 10-0, Redwood City succumbed 8-3, Jefferson was overcome by a score of 6-3. In the latter game, home runs were made by Talcott and Hallett. South San Francisco forfeited the closing league game. The swimming pool, opened last August, has proved to be a very popular institution. The girls are allowed to swim on Mondays, Wednesdays, and alter- nate Fridays, and the boys on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and alternate Fridays. Mr. Roberts, who has charge of the upkeep of the pool, gives some very interesting statistics about the tank. He especially stresses the fact that the water is kept very pure. The entire body of water passes through filters every eight hours. It also goes through a chlorinator and a purifier. From two to four pounds of chlorine are used daily in the purification of the water. The tile in the bottom of the pool is thoroughly cleaned with a special vacuum cleaner. The pool is 55 by 75 feet, and ranges from three to eight feet in depth. It holds about 185,000 gallons of water, which is kept at a temperature of 700. The pool is operated under state board rules, which require that an accurate check be kept of the temperature and purity of the water. The original cost of construc- tion of the pool was about 3518,000. f33l CAMPUS EcHoEs Speedball 1 Basketball H541 Burlingame High School Valley Ball 1 Tezzlziy f85l CAMPUS EcHoEs Gzkls I fltdletzcs HE past year has seen a larger turnout for girls' sports than ever before. The new feature of the season was the swimming meet. Much enthusiasm was shown for this sport, and there is no doubt that it will hereafter be be one of the most popular at Burlingame. There was much good material in all teams, but after many exciting contests the Seniors won first place. Although soccer had always been popular with the girls, the new game, speedball, was tried this Fall, and everyone found it to be a much more exciting and speedy game. Large numbers came out for all teams. The final game, played between the Sophs and Juniors, made the Sophomores winners of the numerals. Volleyball is enjoying an increasing popularity among the girls. There were no high or low teams this year g but theggirls of one class were divided evenly, so that each team would be equally strong. The upper class teams were very evenly matched and played hard for first place. After a very exciting tourna- ment, the junior B team won. . ' Basketball is still the most popular sport of all. Many girls who had never come out before signed up for basketball this year. Again the juniors and Seniors were prominent. Both teams had won all their other games and on the last day in the series a hard-fought game was played to decide the winner. The high juniors came out first, but keen as was the Seniors' disappointment, they showed fine sportsmanship throughout. Several playdays were held during the year. There was a volleyball playday with Sequoia, and a basketball playday for Palo Alto. The girls enjoy these playdays very much, as they tend to further the girls' interest in sports and to bring the girls all over the peninsula closer together. The baseball teams are divided as usual according to class, but there are no teams in tennis. The names of all the girls who are going out for tennis are listed on a chart. A girl challenges the one ahead on the chart until she can go no further up the ladder. In this way a girl is able to find just how she ranks with the other girls in tennis, and she gets much better practice than if she were playing on a class team. The girls going out for tennis have organized a Tennis Club which sponsors the tournaments within the school and also with otherschools The turnout for baseball was not very large, but there will be four class teams. The final game for the numerals will probably be between the Soph- omore and Senior teams as they have seemed stronger than the Freshmen and juniors. Many girls come out for track even though the time given for practice is very short. The events included in the track meet are: basketball and baseball throws, soccer kick, broadjump, 50 yard dash, and the relay. i86l -1 4 N W N v i W E in CAMPUS ECHOES nnuIunIInuInnulllunllnuunuunlnnnlnulnuulnIInnun:lIlnunIanlnnulnnnnnnnnlnnuununnn Baby Pirmre: D381 Burlingame H i gb S Choo! Baby PiL'fllI'6J' f391 CAMPUS ECHOES E901 Burlingame High School f91l H CAMPUS EcHoEs My Greatest 7i'1'umpA By MARSHALL TREADWELL T looked as if janice's bridge party was sure to be a failure. All of the bridge friends were present-Janice, Ethel May, Percy, and Timothy. I left out myself, of course, because I never play bridge, my game being backgam- mon, and I only come to bridge parties to referee and see that no foot signals are exchanged under the table. The reason that this party seemed to be on the rocks was, as you probably have guessed by now, the failure of jack to arrive. Now don't tell me that you haven't heard of Jack! I guess that I'd better ex- plain. jack was the only person within sixteen and a half miles who was gifted with the ability to put up a card table. After about ten minutes of anxious waiting Janice decided on a bold step. She faced the two aforesaid gentlemen and with a tremulous voice asked which of them would endeavor to set up the table. She didn't ask me, because I had been out of Napa for only about a month, and I still possessed the habit of chewing my toenails when excited. I glanced at the faces of the two to whom this dreadful task had been assigned. There stood Percy Postlethwaite, one of the greatest little cocktail-mixers between Milpitas and Alviso, but as for set- ting up a card table, that was a different question. My glance then fell upon Timothy Wilkinson-Wilkinson. I've seen- that man lick stamps at the rate of forty-two a minute, but this job was absolutely beyond his conception. The two, with their Adatn's apples going up and down like a couple of elevators, glanced at me expectantly. About this time a struggle was going on within me. Would I . . . or rather, could I do this astounding feat? As I looked back over a long span of years, I saw that I never had been able to make any sort of an impression on Janice. Of course she had seen me win that poker tournament at the club, but I always be- lieved that she had suspected me of cheating. However, this was my big mom- ent. I couldn't let it pass by, as I had everything to gain and nothing to lose. Taking a deep breath, I said my prayers for two seconds, stepped forward, and asked my hostess if she would permit me to set up the table for het. Natur- ally, they laughed when I sat down at the piano, figuratively speaking, but the tables were turned, or, in other words, the table was set up one hundred percent correctly. But only after a struggle with the unruly piece of furniture for fifteen minutes and an effort to remember whether stey x was before step y as set down in the book of instructions. Finally the task was completed, and the astounded four milled about me, plying me with questions. Collecting my scattered senses, I gathered them around, and far into the night, the next morning, and the next afternoon I related to them how with unerring patience I had taken out my trusty scissors and labored to cut out a coupon, how I had slaved with brawn and muscle to earn the twenty cents to play for the forty-five lessons, and how I had spent the best years of my life digesting their contents. I92fl Burlingame H i gb S 619001 ver A Qdocolate Scala By ELIZABETH SCHREPEL That's nothing. Why my big sister's boy friends bring her candy or somethin' almost every night, said the red-haired, much-freckled boy at my el- bow. He and his companion, a scrawny lad with two or three teeth missing, were busily drinking a chocolate soda. Sister thinks 1'm a pest, resumed the freckled one. At1' she gave me fifteen cents to keep out of the parlor Friday night. That's how come we're here now. It's funny how Ma never lets any of the rest of us in the parlor when Sis an' her friends is in there. Now when you come over, Ma gerfrally makes us go out in the kitchen, and don't let us have the parlor to ourselves at all. Pa gits to grumblin' about havin' to stay in the kitchen or his room, too, but Ma says they're only young once, so why not let them enjoy it. An' then 'bout ten o'clock Pa wants to go to bed, but Sis makes so much noise he can't sleep. Well, as I was goin' to say, I kinder hankered to know what went on in the parlor. 'Course I'm 'sposed to be in bed at nine, but when Ma says it's bedtime, I go upstairs an' put on my pajamas an' git into bed. An' 'en when Ma comes to see ef I'm all tight, why there I am all okay and pretendin' to be asleep. She never turns on the lights, 'cause she's afraid she'll wake me up, else she'd have seen my clothes wasn't there. Well, I was hankerin' to see what Sis and her feller did, so after Ma had gone down stairs again, I took off my pajamas an' sneaked down stairs an' behind the curtain between the dining room an' the parlor. Then I started crawlin' towards the davenport. I got over there all right without them seein' me. What I can't see is why sister was sittin' on his lap when there was the whole thing to sit on. An' Sis was ackshally talking baby talk to him, an' he was ackshally looking as if he liked it. The boy's face registered extreme dis- gust. Girls is funny that way . An' then, Spud, I got stretching my neck too far an' knocked down an ash tray. 'Course it made an awful noise. Sister screamed an' Ma came arunnin' to see what was the matter. Natcherly I started to crawl away from there pretty fast, but Ma caught me just as I was almost to the stairway. 'Go to you room at once, young man, and don't ever let me catch you doin' this again.' Well, I beat it upstairs, glad to git out of it that easy. Didn't you even git a lickin', Red? asked the awed Spud. Now hold yer horses, I'm comin' to that as fast as I know how. Well, any- way, when I came down to breakfas' next morning, Ma started tellin' me how low, mean, and despicpable it was to do a thing like that. An' Sis chimed in with her bit, too. But Pa didn't say nothin' an' kept sorta chucklin behind his paper. He didn't let Ma see him doin' it, though. Ma finally got the leckture off her chest an' said that Pa would take me down in the basement an' give me a good tannin'. Pa jumped up an' grabbed me by the collar, an' down to the cellar we went. But as soon as we got down there, Pa began to laff an' said 'Good for you, son. Now start yellin' as if I was spankin' you! CAMPUS EcHoEs Picture of a Boyle fwlhcf By BOB owns: Holy Smoke! Why doesn't that girl get her hair cut? . . . You wouldn't see me runnin' around with my hair lookin' like that . . . Women are funny things. . . . Always doing somethin' like poisoning somebody, like that Lucrezia Borgia did . . . or turning a guy down on a date .... Gee, who'll I ask to the Prom? . . . I'd ask Mary, but she's probably got a date anyway .... Darn that guy, Alex, anyway. . . What's he want to hang around her for? . . . I-Ie's a dumbell, any- way. . . Shucks, I had to show him how to do that English today! . . . What's the use of learning all that stuff about Nominative Appositive Participial groups, or whatever they are? . . . Nobody's ever gonna ask you what restrictive gerundive phrase is . . . except a teacher. . . . My gosh, that girl talks a lot .... Some girls never stop talking, I'll bet .... And this is supposed to be an Honor Study .... This physics homework gets me down .... Let's see the intensity varies in- versely as the square of . . . the square .... Gee, it's nice out .... Look at the ball park .... I wonder how many square feet there are there .... Lemme see . . . area equals the length times the width . . . or maybe it's the height .... Anyway, I'll bet there are a lot of square feet .... Gosh, only fifteen minutes have passed of this period .... I'll bet they gyp us and hold the clock back a little during eighth period .... Let's see now . . . where's that rotogravure section? . . . A Mystery By MARIAN EDDY The storm clouds rushed wildly and silently across the sky, hiding the moon. Invisible hands tossed the branches of the trees. There was not a sign of life in the house. Suddenly a dark blot stirred in the shadows, then moved without a sound across the lawn and up to the porch. A streak of lightning was followed by .a loud blast of thunder. Then from the shadow of the porch came a shriek that rose louder and higher each second. . A pale light glimmered in an upper window for an instant, then all was darkness and storm once more. A key rattled inthe lock. The door jerked open-and Mrs. Mahoney let in the cat. i94l Bzzrlifzgame High 5619001 Can you lmagzhe? - an Wfickn in a pair of rompers? Mr. Young taking the place of Hoot Gibson in a Wild Western? Soapy johnson without Speed? Eleanore Druehl riding a kiddie car? Don Allen winning a spelling match? john Burrows playing Little Eva? Gordy Head using a monocle? Mr. Ohlson leading a street mob? Jane Taylor giving a spring dance? Heine Henricksen without a date? Betty Defendorf Without an idea? Mrs. Robison teaching biology? Flo Schaffner without the Hunters? Miss Corcoran, Miss Bundy, and Miss Lewis eating lunch separately? Len Spaulding studying? Bob Doidge alone in the dark? Lee Wessel playing ping-pong? Dud Lindner walking home? Pete Bailey playing Macbeth? Miss Northrup trying to find something to do? Mr. Keeler without his eye-shade? 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