Chico High School - Caduceus Yearbook (Chico, CA)

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Her dark eyes hold a mystery deep, That puts her far apartg And though we're not allowed a peep, Here's tribute to her art. ESTHER ANDERSON Stuffy offices I disdain, The great outdoors shall hear my name 3 I'll study life in the open air And live with men who do and dare. WALTER ANDERSON I like good times and they like me, We are always seen together. You ask me if I'll always be Like this? Oh yes, forever! DOROTHY ARMSTRONG I hope that no one seeks a fortune in his face Till I at least have claimed my place, And though I truly don't believe the tale, They say I really am a handsome male. HUGH BELL For thoughts that are deep, ways that are neat, And deeds that always ring true, I'll call out your name and give you the blame For thinking of things that are new. CLAUDINE BELL Here is to our comedy maker. Sly is he as the slyest fakerg Though we like his clever tricks, We often wonder if his conscience pricks. CLYDE BOWMAN

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Here sits a future statesman great, On Whose shoulders perhaps shall rest The burden of his native state, While we look on with interest. HARRY AISTHORP Bobbed hair, cute clothes, winning smiles Louella has them allg Oh, if more girls were just like her Old Gloom would have a fall. LOUELLA ALBRIGHT Those taking ways which always play In his affairs of heart, May cause some tears, some sobs, some jeers But they're honest from the start. LLOYD ALBRIGHT Tribute, tribute, at thy feet, Gentle maiden so discreetg With thy talent, Future hold Thy deeds in history will be told. HELEN ALLISON Some say he shakes a wicked foot To syncopated tunesg Perhap-s a dancing master he will be Ere pass these many moons. VERNOR ANDERSON An honor card to her is staleg She never bothers with the average male Her time is spent in vvorks all staid: We fear she'll be a bachelor maid From choice. MABEL AMERMAN 9

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The farm, the city, sea or state, Have no appeal for meg I'll save my ambitions for a later date When all the world may see. GEORGE BOYD We think of the fairies whenever we hear A song that to us you are singing, Your voice is so sweet and so strikingly clear You entrance as you set the notes ringing RUBY BLAN TON '4Woman-hater he is oft proclaimed. With his serious, studied gaze, But the girls cannot be truly blamed For liking his courtly ways. EDWARD BUTTS With voice as soft as summer breeze As it filters softly through the trees, She does her work in a sweet, quiet way, Does it gently, day by day,- Dear South. LUCILLE BUTTS A pleasant word for all Who pass him in the hall, To friends he gives his very best, A happy smile, a passing jest. MAJOR BUTTS She has a brain that's far too big For a poet to sing about: But nevertheless, I will confess They'll try, without a doubt. LOUISE BROWN