Cloverdale Union High School - Spectator Yearbook (Cloverdale, CA)

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itself is hereby granted. The Senior Class join me in the hope that the above will aid materially in mixing drinks at the Soda Fountain. To you, Nells Johnson, I relinquish all rights to my eurting irons,, which have served me so faithfully in the past. The use of this little instrument will east a spell over the weaker sex and I know you will be •quick to follow up the advantage gained thereby. Knowing that Mabel Loom is is an ardent basketball fan, 1 make her custodian of the C. H S. catcher’s glove and mask. These articles have led to many a broken finger and bruised shin, so take the very best care possible of them. To Mary Moody I loan ray Ford, not having the heart to give it •away. With it also, goes my favorite phonograph record, A Little Bit of Heaven.” I have always associated them and know she will do likewise. I, Paul Weage, leave a good assortment of well chewed pencils and ‘•one thumb tack in good condition to Roy Tod for mechanical drawing next year. I leave my privilege of arguing in Fnglish class, to Phil Brandt. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hands and seals, ■this tenth day of June, A. D., Ninteeen hundred and twenty (1D20). Signed: Zelma Black, Marjorie Carrie, Josephine Bassetti, Mar¬ tha I libberd, Louise Hastie, Paul Weage, William Shipley, George! Coolej 7 , In the presence of John Ornbaum, Robert Leavitt, •Nels Johnson

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that she will not experiment on the Faculty. To Doris Van Winkle I leave my ability to give lectures on how- other people should act. v , rnl rT . ... To Clifford Adcock I will nay invaluable book on The Hazing nt the Freshest Freshman,” as I know he will need it next year. I hope he will keep it in circulation. To Arcada Williams 1 leave my well behaved eyes, and desire that she use them with discretion. To Nels Johnson I leave my knack of getting through classes with¬ out serious concentration on my part. I, Bill Shipley, do hereby bequeath the following to my Tower class¬ men friend . To Cliff Barker I leave my special hat hook in the gent’s cloak room. For a whole year I have used this hook and protected it from the ravages of Freshmen and the like. I hope that he will pio- fect it in the future as I have in the past. To Rubv Ingram I leave my ability to refrain from blushing at tli wrong moment. 1 know Ruby will appreciate this, as she is some what troubled by very pretty but rather unruly blushes which have an un- comfortable effect. To that demure little Fresbman girl, Algetlia Rogers, I leave m broken fountain pen. It was a very good one, even if it was cheap, but it is now flambasticated beyond repair. Nevertheless, it will make a Very neat souvenir and I hope she will accept it in the spirit in which it is given. I also want her to have my “Heroes and Hero Worship” by Carlyle. I have waded through its mysteries and wonderfulness and I know that it will be a great source of comfort to her, should she ever fail in a test or other school annoyance. Lee Bettinger I know will appreciate my faculty for forgetting to do English and then making it up the next day. I also leave to him my famous glasses which I know will give him the appearance of one with a masterly mind. They might even enhance his chance with the fUlT To Bernice McPhearson I leave my mechanical drawing board and what is left of the art gum, as she is a great art enthusiast. I know these little remembrances will be not only ornamental but useful. I, George Cooley, do bequeath to Eulah Adcock my chemistry apparatus, with the admonition that she guard it more zealously than her life. This outfit is the result of many weeks of painstaking col¬ lecting. The privilege of adding to it when ever the opportunity shows

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In the summer of 1935, I took my first trip to the Hawaiian Islands in a bi-plane. The visit was pleasant and interesting. The first thing I noticed were the odd-looking people there. They were a dark race, mostly Japanese. I found a delightful climate, game and fish in abun¬ dance, and fruits and vegetables of many varities. During my first day in Honolulu, as I was coming out of the fine library building, a voice from the distance called, “Hello Joe! Hello Joe!” I turned. Who was this fine looking woman! An American? Why Zelma, of course! I was delighted to see I had met a friend away off in this strange island, one of my classmates of the year 1920. “Why Zelma, how are you! What have you been doing these fifteen years?” I asked. “I am very well, thank you. I don’t imagine you know that I am married to the United States Ambassador in France, Mr. Burke, do you? We came over here on our honeymoon trip.” “Why no, Mrs. B-u-r-k-e, really?” We quickly decided to go down to the hotel to have luncheon to¬ gether, as Mr. Burke had an appointment w ith one of the city’s officials, and had left his wife to amuse herself until evening. “Do you know what has become of any of our classmates?” “Why yes. Mr. Burke told me the other day that he met Martha