Citrus Union High School - La Palma Yearbook (Glendora, CA)

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secured our pennants the year before, we first set about to get caps to match. Soon we were sporting about tams and caps made according' to our class colors, maroon and white. VVe made a name for ourself in football, track, and girls' and boys' baseball and basketball. Is that all we did? Oh, no, for our team of debaters, Helen Baker and Carl Munson, won the interclass championship. Our social life was not neglected, either. Two picnics and a party constituted our chief diversions, the one picnic at Fairmont Park, Riverside, the other in the form of a Weenie-bake at the foot of a canyon in the Glendora foothills, just back of the Crows' Nest. The Crows entertained us with charming hospitality. The party, given at the Glendora Club House, left the conviction with us that Citrus was something to work for-even in play-and that Citrus Spirit had even then gripped our hearts, never to let go. This year, our successes have been even more pleasant to recall. Haven't John Roberts, Walter Chenoweth, Carl llflunson, Elmo Beatty, Stanley Olmstead, James llIcArthur, Clarence Knieling, Raymond Kamp, Ray Eager, and Vincent Archuleta made us proud of them in athletics? Our girls have done splendid work on the field, too. With the second semester came the task of management of the cafeteria. Frances Heth has thoughtfully planned menus to satisfy the raving appetites of boys and girls. Jessica lyliller, with her able staff, has successfully accomplished the editing of school notes in the newspapers. John Roberts has been editor of the Citric Acid, that keen little paper so well known to all. We are proud to say that the prize for the best short story handed in for' the contest was awarded to a very able junior author, Nlary Brockway, and those stories receiving honorable mention were the ones belonging to Elmo Beatty and John Roberts, both juniors. We early selected our white sweaters, and when they finally arrived they were the envy of the school. The only reason our rams are not so often seen is the sufficient room in them for a year's development and enlargement of our heads was not provided. U Our class party was planned by Alice llrlerritt, and held in her beautiful home. The decorations were green, in honor of St. Patrick, and even the originality of the favors delighted us-being in the form of tiny green rabbits, frogs, and bears. All who were there remember the jolly good time we had. We are grateful to our class president, Carl llflunson, and to our faithful and painstaking class teachers, ll'Iiss Illoore and llflr. Cook, for their guidanace and help. Standing now upon the third rung of the ladder, we turn from gazing back upon past adventures to the height yet to be attained. The hard, green little bud which first started to open in 1919 has now partly blossomed, showing the real bright color of the flower. May next year bring it forth into full bloom, to add itself to the already bright wreath of laurels on Citrus' brow! GIRLS Aguilar, Ella Andrews, Eloise Baker, Helen Baker, Ina hlay Beck, Clarabelle Brockway, lVIary Burner, Adella Chadwick, Zola Crow, Virginia Godwin-, -Eudora JUNIOR CLASS ROLL BOYS Beardsley, King Beatty, Elmo Boye, Arnold Chenoweth, Walter Dingman, Tom Dorning, Harold Eager, Ray Hoff, Harold Hoff, Howard Kamp, Raymond Twenty-nine

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N E fx '71 1 Jw A 'J 'A N. I N .4 'Ez .1 fi fi ' f N , fqfgfillft s -' ..gC' 1 ' ,a f - ' :. f. I. A , ' 4 f 1 ! I . X I - A 1 x 1 ll l -L -f ...- Tfwerzty-eight THE ONCOMERS President .................... Carl lvlunson Vice President .... Stanley Olmstead Secretary ................ Ruth Grandstaff Treasurer ........ Eula Smith Anderson Colors .............. lllaroon and White Advisors ...............,.... S lliiss lyloore l Mr. Cook If you should wander with me through the sacred precincts of Citrus, and, upon finding the most bright and smiling face, should ask its owner, VVhy are you so happy? you would probably among other reasons receive the answer thrown tantalizingly back, Oh, l'm a junior. It's an indescribable feeling, that of be- ing a junior, one which is strangely in- capable of being analyzed. Unly those who have experienced it understand. At this period in the life of a student, he glances back rellectively upon his vic- tories and defeats to see just what he has accomplished. Just at this point We pause. Come back with me to the year 1919 when first the class of '23 entered Citrus. As is usual with infant classes, our hues re- sembled those of the landscape. By October, however, when we were royally entertained by the other classes at the Azusa VVoman's Club House, we had been so bleached in the atmos- phere of Citrus that we felt quite like old-timers. As we bent studiously over our books or breathlessly made our first attempts in athletics, we could hear our elders saying, Bless their baby hearts. Then as time wore on, when We had held our first picnic and party, and long trous- ers and ear-bobs began to be evident, the upper-classes realized that the cute little babies were actually growing upl And well they might realize that we were-if they could have peeped in at our first party, held in the Art room by courtesy of llfliss Nims. 'lt was beautifully decorated with wild flowers and ferns, and we had as much fun as at the picnic-later held at Brookside Park, where we wandered among the growing wild flowers within its sunny gardens. The next year as sophisticated sopho- mores we began work anew. Having

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Grandstaff, Ruth Gravell, Hazel Heth, Frances Knieling, Clara Larnoreaux, Louise La Verte, Leslye Linder, Alberta lVIerritt, Alice llfliller, Jessica lVIurphy, Elsie Norcross, Verna Ott, Violet Reed, Velma Rudmann, Ruth Shorey, Gladys Siddall, Violet Smith, Eula Smith, Velma Knieling, Clarence La Fetra, Clement lVIcArthur, James McKenna, Ralph Munson, Carl Neet, Claude Norberg, Charles Nusbickel, Frederick Olmstead, Stanley Pattee, Herbert Roberts, John Robinson, Bennie Rogers, Henry Rowell, Raphael Stair, Jere Stotlar, Harold Tucker, Samuel ' Turner, Louis Hertenstein, Carl VVhitmore, Harold Stonebarger, Fern THE HERO OF THE WEST - in The desert wind blows softly on my cheek, llfiy pinto shakes his head in playful fun, The sage exhales its fragrance through the air, - The dying day is very nearly done. The west is crimson-mantled, azure shot, The soft dusk closes o'er the deepening hush, The cactus spires stand shaded 'gainst the gloom And wild things scud into the sheltering brush. Afar, through all the shimmering close of day A cowboy stands beside the rocky course, Keen drawn upon a lonely point of gray, The figure of a Knight-that-loves-his-horse. MARY Bkoclcwfw '23 X X x N N X X Thirty