Elk Grove High School - Elk Yearbook (Elk Grove, CA)

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X ,J 1 THE ELK Jessle fto Myrtlej and xx hat d1d you do xx hen he sald that? Derr1l fC0lllI11'lll11lg OI'Z1f101l There are enough people In the cast to exact ly fit the class and Harold f0'l3.I'lllg at Paul and .RlCl13.l'ClD If you txxo xx ould shut up, maybe we d get through rn t1me to go home tonxght Helen Say I nex er saw such a gang Harold Order' Order' you krds Order' Helen All r1ght Ham and for 1111116 JCSSIC Paul xx 1ll take some stexved Hoox er a la ohnson Derr1l the scenery can easlly be managed Myrtle Speakmg of eats Ive got to take home some dog lJ1SCll1t t Iessrej Gert read rn My Secrets of Beauty that lt xx as '1 great reducer Paul fxone prtthed on hrgh keyj Iohnson has the nommatlon 'ts good Helen Drag hnn out' Drag h1m out' I'ess1e St1Ck1I1g head rn the doorj Mather Field xv1shes to speak to M159 exvltt Fee hee' Harold O just look at Cup1d a1n t he sweet? there Exlt hastrly slammmg the doorj Helen Qshoutmg after herb Gxve h1m my love' Derrrl cS1tt1l1g doxxn xx 1th '1 bang I'here' noxx Im through I would have my say and I d1d Helen Noxv that we h xve heard the report I IT1Ot1OI1 xve adjourn essle I second the moxe Harold lt has been moved and seconded that xve adjourn all those Derrll mterruptlngj but yxe hav en t declded Harold Qcontmumgj m favor, sax Aye' Helen and TC iS1C Aye' fI'1l8.li11lg for the door Fmt all but Paul and R1chard Paul No' 'No' I tell vou that you are txvrsted Johnson xv1ll carry thls state by R1chard You heard me' I asked xou xvhat Johnsons war record was, and vou are '11r'ud to CURTAIN H M Z0 MAMMA' Coquett1sh co eds 111 fluffy dehcately tmted r'ument Jox ous greetmgs of mothers and fathers by exerted youngsters who sought to m'unta1n the drgmty of elghteen or twenty years snatches of conversatlon rah rah box s sportmg f'1ntast1c caps and gaudy ties COl'll1TlL'lIl1C2ltCCl to the live senses the nnpresslon of a gala day Every june thls scene wx as repeated on the campus of Eldrldge LHIVCYSIIV lt xx as the dax of days for the long suffermg Semors 'lhrough the S3.1.11'l'E6I'1l'10' merrx crowd '1 man Cl1St1l1gl1lQl'lLCl not so much by h1s easv bearmg or hrs xvell groomed appearance, as by 'tn expanswe hall fellow well met snnle strolled 1dly Caxton' How are vou my boy P Our man of cheerful aspect was accosted by an old frrend and a hearty handshake Wfell Well, Dargent' Wlnere d1d you l1 L1l from? I was just gomg to look you up You re lookrnd f1t as a flddle I m feelmg pretty gay myself today but not so much of a boy as I was fifteen veaxs ago Eh what' ' Forty mne fp ' , 1 'X' 'vida Y. 'ul Qjj',ax'f'r, fp :lla AN ,i6.',':g R . I, -- C . r V . . D- . , ' - . c D . c . c - I T 7 I I . c , . . . .-.. C , Y ' S il T l 1 1 Y , ' 1 , T , c L T . hi C 'YI .I n I 7 C J 1 1.1 ' C Y - C ' :, .' ' - ' ' . Q o ' 7 ' N 77 ' ry . C 1 . . . 7 .x J. x . --V C . . L 3.S , .- . fb. : b ' . . . .. C . - f - . . H ' . ' . . . b . , T J r ' Myrtle Cblushingj-Oh! I-I-I-er, that is, really. Tell him I'll be rrght . . . VV Y. C D-, v V , Q - I Q V , . I . Q 1 L- c .I 3 c ' D : I 1' . . --. c 'V . C . - . 5. 1 i- 1 n C 1 - J i V - is 'V f C -I C I cl 7 T . ., . C6 H V . - Q . , . C - . C. , . if . .i I I . c l , : X X , it C - 37 -ir . . K. C , c '. 'l f lc c c Y ' ' r ' I at cj t xv -X A ' ' . , . Y 5 . . . A w . . . 25' ' ' C ' I . . , r ' - C C - 9 - - - , U H . J , . 61 . 1 n I n , , c b ' . , c . . 1 G 1 - - , 9 , ' c J . . , ' .

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L! . X- I Xf ? l'f,5, 'fU L.. THE ,,jy,jj'f, ELK I . Wifi'- .,- J . Harold-Now let,s sit down and be sensible. QEveryone sits down with a crash, leaving Harold standingj Hugh Qendeavoring to speak with mouth fullj-Sit down ya'shelf, your tha only one thas sthandin'. Voice Cfrom outside below the windowj-Goin' on, Carol? Goin' on? QCarol jumps up, kicks over her chair, grabs racquet and rushes out, after accidentally knocking a piece of cake from Hugh's hand. Distant tinkle of glass heard.j ' V Myrtle-There goes the door. 'That's the third time she's broken it this Vear. Harold-We will now proceed with the regular business of selecting our play. Has any one any suggestions to make? Howard-I suggest that some one make a suggestion according to the sug- gestion suggested by our President. Richard-I suggest we adjourn until some further date, which, of course, will be suggested by our President. Voice Qfloating down from upstairsj-Oh-h, An-na, come and play the drum in the orchestra. Anna-The suggestion is a good one. I'll go. CExit.j Paul Cto Richard, voice rising above the noisej-To show you how cock sure I am, I'll bet you ten dollars that Johnson wins. Howard-I raise the ante one cent. Do I hear a second? Derril-It is absolutely imperative that we get our play copies sent for this week. Now the committee thinks- Hugh fbreaking inj-Hey! Helen, what time is it? Helen-It's high time we put in the riot call, I think. Derril- -the committe thinks- Howard fsweetlyj-Really now, does the committee actually ever think? Derril- -that they have found- I-Iugh-That reminds me. I lost that two plus that I had framed. I was saving it for a souvenir. Did any of you kids find it? Derril Qundisturbedj- -just the right sort of- Paul Qvoice rising above confusionj-I'll tell you how we'll manage it. I'll have Big Tick draw up a contract stating the amount of the bet. Hugh fpounding on deskj-I say, you hear me, don't you? Has anyone found that two plus mark that I lost? Voice foutsidej-Say, Tick, if we are going to play Courtland today, you'd better come out and get warmed up. Hugh-That's so! fhastily gulps a whole piece of pie and exits, stepping over four rows of seats, voice growing fainter and fainterj. Shay, now, if ya find that two plus, jus' lemme- Howard fsadlyj-VVell, there's another nut gone. The old f'livver's break- ing down. Myrtle Cto jessiej-And can you believe it? I saw him with his arm around her. Derril Qevidently having been talking all the timej-The play is a good one, has lots of pep and- I-Iugh's voice Coutside, under the windowj-Say, you poor prune of a first- baseman up there, do you think yer Ty Cobb the Znd? Howard fleaning out of the windowj-Tut! Tut! my boy, I'm so good, I don't need any practice. However, I'll do anything to please the baby. fGrabs hat and exits, tripping over Paul's foot.j Paul-The big bum! He stepped on my pet corn. Forty-eight

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ft' fr ' x ' Byrd, i f, e , THE F ELIx Aj' it ,i 4 ,lsr 4 , X In that case you probably manage to keep out of jail, Dargent interjectecl humorously. He was a tall, seriously benignant gentleman, who peered near- sightedly through tortoise-shell-rimmed glasses. How's the Mrs.? inquired Caxton. IVell--ah-I believe she is very well. I didn't-ah-bring her this time. But my daughter is with me and-er-I should-ah-like very much for you to dine with me tonight and meet her. Dargent spoke rather hesitatingly as if hardly knowing what to expect next. Delightedl But I can't come until about eight-thirty, as I've got to see old Ralston before I leave. ' Urn-well-er-l think that'll be all right. You know we are staying at the Fairmont. lt was quite evident that something was weighing on Dar- gent's mind, that he was unable to express some thought or feeling which demanded utterance. After exchanging a few commonplaces the two men separated, Caxton chuckling mischievously to himself as he continued his leisurely walk. From afar drifted fugacious flashes of jazz music. Betty stirred restlessly in her softly-upholstered porch chair. Dargent and Caxton were engaged in an animated contest of memories. Those were happy times! sighed Caxton, reminiscently. Didn't you ever do anything funny?', asked Miss Betty, concealing a yawn. I guess you've heard all these college yarns, Miss Betty. Seems as if I and Bob Ralston were always up to some trick, observed Caxton, turning to Dargent's daughter. VVere you, really? Didn't father ever do that sort of thing? asked Betty, her interest aroused. NVell, no, not exactly. f Caxton laughed. nllut you were the unhappy victim once in a while, weren't you, Dargent? Again Caxton laughed heartily. Er-ah-did you see Ralston tonight? How, ah-um-well, how long is he going to be here ? stammered Dargent. Yes, I had a chat with l1im and we walked over to Rand Street and saw the old frat house, replied Caxton. Guess it won't be there much longer. Do you remember- Really-ah-you must excuse me, Caxton, I just thought of a message I should have delivered to the night clerk. I shall endeavor to be back directly. I rather fancy that your father is suspicious of me, Miss Betty, remarked Caxton as his friend retreated hastily down the hotel veranda. Oh, I just know you've got a story to tell me, sparkled Betty, clapping her hands. It's a wonder you haven't heard it before. Believe me, you could not have lived long in Bancroft without being familiar with it. It seems to have an un- dying fame hereaboutsf' ' Maybe mother didn't know about it, suggested Betty, wheedlingly. VVell, if she didn't, Bob Ralston was never in hot water once in his life. You see it was like this. NVhen I started to college my mother was afraid I'd get the measles or something like that and neglect to tell her about it. She was awfully foolish about her only chicken and spoiled him to death. Her college chum, whose husband had been a college professor, lived here in Ban- croft: so mother put me under her wing. This lady,-we'll call her Mrs. X.,- Fifty