College of San Mateo - Campus Yearbook (San Mateo, CA)

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SAN MATEO JUNIOR COLLEGE 81 SATURDAY, JANUARY 25 -Last night I stayed at Lil's all night so we could go to the Men's Club Dance at the San Mateo XYfomen's Club. It was perfect. Joe Bishop's orchestra was hot rhythm and the C. spirit was in the air, the ceiling being hung with blue and white balloons. Aerial attack, you know. THURSDAY, JANUARY 50 The Public Speaking Class gave a couple of one-act plays at 2 oiclock today. I wanted to cut class and go, but you have to be miserly with cuts in a 2-unit course, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 1 l'm dead tired after the NYJ. A. A. hike today. There were only eight of us, but we all had a good time. Wlien we got to Lake Lagunitas, we played base- ball. If only Dean Taggart could have seen us! WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 5 Times change and so do requirements for Cal, as I learned to my sorrow in advisory today. Seems thereis no use planning to spend less than two and a half years in good old C. Oh, well I couldn't leave them in the lurch anyway. Gee, Diary I've been walking around for the last week playing eenie- meenie-minie-moe, but today was the election, so I just had to make up my mind. Witli three nice fellows like Carl Mitchell, Tiny Hayward, and Tom Fletcher all running for student-body president, what is a poor co-ed to do? I finally voted, but Diary, I did it in such a hurry I donit even remember who it was for. Anyway, I hope he wins. MONDAY, FEBRUARY 10 If I were a boy, l'd sure join the De Molays. At their luncheon today the speaker was Tom Laird, sport editor of the San Fmmirco N ewrj He answered all the quesions the boys asked him. Would I ask him a thing or two? I'll say I would! I've always wanted to meet a real newspaperman. FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 14 Well, the sophs won the brawl, as usual, but, as Frank Henrotte says in Caustic Campus, the frosh could hardly have felt terribly vengeful after the delicate hazing they sustained. The frosh didn't exactly heave cream puffs, however, for when the joust was over, some of the manly sophomore chests were smeared quite as thick with gooey green paint as those of the frosh. We all had plenty of laughs and a little excitement, but still, I have vulgar tastes, and I couldn't help missing the mud and slosh that made the brawl so hilar- ious last term. l-lorrors! Mid-terms next week. Guess I'll start studying.

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30 The CAMPUS 1 1930 great to be a high Freshman and know exactly what to do and how to do it. I'rn all set to go drag down the Honor Points this semester, no foolinf MONDAY, JANUARY 6 Oh yes! I got in the lineup all night, and stayed there until eleven o'clock. I rushed through the signup -if you call an hour and a half rushing. My program was all worked out fheh, hehj. Oh well, we live and learn and maybe there are worse things than daily 8 o'clocks and afternoon lab! Next term I'll be a low soph and know better. At least I had the pleasure of wearing a pitying smile for the frosh in the auditorium agonizing through the Subject VUEDNESDAY, JANUARY S Bad start! I arrived for my eight olclock at a quarter to nine . . Q all my best boy friends in the class too! THURSDAY, JANUARY 9 I Noon-hour these days is just one guffaw after another, Diary. One fellow Qdon't get me wrongj . . . one scrub wears long underwear! Can you bear it? Fancy how it looks under his rolled-up cords! FRIDAY, JANUARY I0 Bought my student-body card today from the most adorable blonde man . . . if you please. MONDAY, JANUARY 13 The service society had a luncheon at the Ben Franklin. Memorandum: Find out what '!Amphyction means. -WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 15 The Welcome assembly today was pretty good. We sang all the good old songs and yelled the good old yells, and Torry Bryant gave out the foot- ball awards. The round-up of the herd fre. of the male froshj was very effective with the forced ejection through the side doors into the rain. THURSDAY, JANUARY 16 I found out this noon that my steady has other weaknesses besides me, namely, radio, bridge, and male society. In other words the Men's Club room was opened, and he was just like all the rest of the fellows . . . not at large. WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 22 Today we found out all about the real desert and how the Arabs act out- side of the movies. It was an assembly at which Dr. Hulme, history professor at Stanford, was the speaker. He just came back from French North Africa, so he ought to know his stuff. T HURSDAY, JANUARY 25 This afternoon I went to the A. W. S. tea at the Ben Franklin. Played terrible bridge but made friends with some of the freshmen, and, after all, that's what the tea is for,

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82 The CAMPUS 1 1930 immimun auuummnnmumnnuuummInununuinuinununnunmIInIinnnuninnunninunmiuinInummunuiImurmurmmmmininnn MONDAY, FEBRUARY 17 ' The Players' Club had Taylor Holmes, in person Qnot a talkiej at their luncheon today. Some people have all the luck! Good-night, Diary, I've got to cram for Hygiene. Ex tomorrow. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 20 Mid-terms be . . . well, I won't say it, but I won't blame me if I did, for the sudden remembrance of an ex coming up tomorrow has just popped into my head to spoil the end of a perfect day. Oh well, letit come! The teachers never ask the things I study anyway. I'm going straight to bed and relive the frosh reception in dreams, and I hope the sandman won't leave out one single thing, from joe Bishop's orchestra and Syl Anderson's lilting voice to the green and white streamers hanging from the rafters. Was it good-just esk me! SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22 Yesterday was a holiday and I certainly spent it in holiday fashion. I drove to Sacramento with Lil and some of the other girls from college and we all went to the big game. We've been raging around in a heat ever since. We lost, oh dear me, what a blow to our conceit. Cut the tears, baby. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 27 I'm sure glad I went out with Dick last night. It'll probably be the last time between now and March 12, because he's entered the beard contest and I know he's got more self respect than to ask a girl to go anywhere with an escort who looks like a jail-bird feven if she would go, which I wouldn'tj. Wliat worries me most is that his foliage seems to be coming in brown, and doesn't match his blonde hair at all. I hate to think how he'll look by next week. Oh well, if Lil can stand Tom's, I guess I can put up with Dick's. flncidentally wouldn't it be fun if Tom sprouted a red one?j And if Dick wins that Fox Theater pass, or even the tickets to the Green Goddess . . . Oh Boy! SATURDAY, IVIARCH 8 There wasn't much doing all this week, Diary . . . unless we count the photoplasmic activity raging unchecked on sundry chins. 'What is really worth telling this time is that I went to the Varsity S dance last night. I had a pretty good time, but darn it, Diary, I might have gone with Dick after all. You wouldnit believe it, but at least half of the Whiskerinos had the 'nerve to appear, and sassiety wasn't even shocked. VVEDNESDAY, MARCH 12 At last! Dick is human again! As soon as the awards were given out at the Green Goddess assembly today, he made a bee-line for the barber shop, and