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

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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

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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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SAN MATEO JUNIOR COLLEGE 83 none too soon, either, for some of the other fellows were 'there already. Only one shop. , But wait 'til I tell you about the assembly. First we were shown two scenes from the play without scenery or costumes, of course, but the acting was so good, Diary, that you hardly missed them. Cecil Edney was a real rajah, even in a blue sweater and cords. Everybody got a kick out of Bob Shuey tossing Off a drink OLU1 of a convenient match box. That Whiskerino assembly today, Diary, I thought it was a robber camp or a bum's roost when the curtain rose On those bewhiskered fellows hanging around on the stage. Four of the dear profs acted as judges. One of them had a pair of shears to snip off the specimens , another had a big tray to catch them On, and a third carried a long tape measure. We were all in hysterics by the time the judges made their de- cisions. They hnally chose Windy Coats for first prize and Bill johnson for second. Wlmzrt beards! fI'll have to cultivate their acquaintance, eh Diary? Gold diggers of San Mateoj. Poor Dick didn't even rate a tube of shaving cream, but he says he won't mind if I go to see the Green Goddess with him. Will I? Really, I almost think I like that guy. Gold digging? How can you? SATURDAY, MARCII 15 I just got home from the play, and Diary, I'm actually afraid to go to bed . . . I know I'll have nightmares! That was the most thrilling play I ever saw, even better than The Skull. And we sure have to hand it to the Art Club for the settings. FRIDAY, MARCH 28 Oh dear! Oh dear! DO you know what that means, Diary? Well, I went ice skating tonight, and how can I go to the High Frosh Formal tomorrow with iodine smeared on both elbows? I ask you! Will I stay home? Sure . . . Take a talking picture of it. SATURDAY, MARCH 29 Well, I went all right . . . and how! Oh, what a perfect time I had in a new black transparent velvet gown. The music was inspiring, and the ride home afterwards . . . Oh! Oh! MONDAY, MARCH 51 Mid-terms again! FRIDAY, APRIL 11 I Easter Vacation . . . Whoopie! MONDAY, APRIL 21 What a hectic vacation this has been, Diary. I'll be glad tO be back in Geology, where I can get some sleep.