Calaveras High School - Skull Yearbook (San Andreas, CA)

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A peaceful church door bids us in, Sihing, we enter to avoid the din. Behold! High up so tall and fair BERT BLAKELY dressed in a reverend ai-r His hearers catch the saintly sound Not I, but he has become renowned! Thither far from common sight A tiny shop bedecked with posies bright, All glittering in the sparkling rays Behind a dainty counter EDITH says, Flowers for sale, so much per pound. Bless us all, we are renowned. We'll leave the future thoroughfares We'll quit the future balmy airs To be the you and I again, Whose years are only eight and ten, And with our class to graduate When you're not famed and I'm not great V THE SKULL

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A cinder settles in my eye, . I hail Doc MORSE careening by. He flourishes his handkerchee Demands a hundred dollar fee And gets .three-fourths of it at least When you are famed and I am fleeced. Down the street in a gay newstand, I catch a line from a foreign land. MELVIN LLOYD, minister to Rome, Speaks his voice in a certain toneg Has simply fired the world around If you're famed and I'm renowned, We take a bus to Santa Clare, HOWARD HATLER collects the fare While tiny ELDA across the aisle Displays a million dollar smile To TREEN who peddles popcorn 'round, Though you are famed and I'm renowned. Loud music beckons us in a door, WALT PODESTO still calms the roar With a reputation known in every cityg Beside him warbles our popular LOMBARDI, Those two have held the world profound You're not famed, nor I'm renowned. We blink our eyes at a tall trafhc Cop Using a whistle E, WINKLER,S not a flop, Now he hails a speedy goggled guy HOWARD LITTLE, bless my right eye! Thought the street a curving race course mound Yes, you're famed, but I'm not renowned! THE SKULL

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THE SENIOR CLASS WWLL E, the Graduating Class of 1934, being of sound mind and body, do hereby make these solemn bequeathments. To the Freshman class, we leave our dignified manners, and matured minds. To the Sophomore class, we bequeath our mental attainments and scholarly achieve- ments. To the Junior class, we heartily bestow our refined behavior, and cultural accomplish- ments. To the Faculty, we gladly present our cheerful attitude on the world. I Bert Blakely, will my desire for speeding the motor to Miss Cruden, 1 I, Treen Burrow, will my scientific research ability to Frank Apichino. I, Cleo Ekwall, will my pleasing personality to Helen Hagquist. I, Robert Finnegan, will my necktie to Laurance Pliler. I, Dan Geary, will my long arms and legs to joe Hiuberty. I, Howard Little, will my desire to run races to Calvin Brown, I Wilfortl Gomes, will my well-groomed hair to Stanley Land. 7 I, Woodrow Gomes, will my turn matching pennies in shop to Bob Winkler fwhen Mr. Annin isn't Iookingj, I Evan Hall, will my catching ability to Francis Kent. 2 I, Elda Harrison, will my short stature to Elizabeth Gurney. I, Howard Hatler, will my basketball suit to Ray Meyer. I, Myrtle Mae Hertzig, will my boy friend joe to whoever wants him. I, john Howke, will my extraordinary pitching arm to Donald Joy. I, Lois jenkins, will my petit form to june Snyder. I, Melvin Lloyd, will my patched eye glass to Mr. Berry. THE SKULL