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

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I St 4 1 c ., :N TH 1 THE ELK M, 6 1 I 'IU -4.3,-f's: :' ?g , 'mpcf-fa -::V-V --fi-'ri-, E 'N' -u , 1 G... Z HOW YOU GONNA' KEEP 'EM DOWN ON THE FARM AFTER THEYIVE FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL? Lt can't be done,-at least not now-a-days. Times have changed since George VVashington made the English admit we'd made a home run and got in free. I should say, yes! just listen to this conversation ,tween two ladies, Mrs. Witt and Mrs. I-Iouston, who've watched just about all of 'em graduate from Elk Grove High School. Going to the graduating exercises this year ? asked Mrs. Houston over the back fence. Wl1y, of course! This is the first time any member of the alumni has ever had a child graduate, replied Mrs. Witt. I wouldn't miss it for worlds. I-Ioward Wackniaii you know, son of Frances Putney. My! My! don't it just beat all how these youngsters grow! It doesn't seem a year since May Duffy an' Stanley Gage an' Lester Everson an' Arthur jenkins got thro', an' now they're all grown up and having a hard time keepin' their young 'uns out of the very same mischief they usta' get into. Yes, an' don't you remember how Crede VVackman used to hang around those high school girls all the time? That is, until Frances Putney gradu- ated, and old Mrs. Vtfitt chuckled gleefully at her joke. An' now he has a son who is a reg'lar chip off the old block. I suppose you've heard that Edna Coons is to be married this summer, queried Mrs. I-Iouston. Matt's a Fine fellow, too. I hadn,t heard that, but I knew that Pone graduated from Normal this year. After all, times donft change much, tho'. Alma Liljigreen and May Ring and Ethel Baker are still tcachin'. .Iinny Mix graduated from the Uni- versity in May, but she's gotta' take a a post graduate course. These young folks really don't stand still now, do they? But then I guess it's best they shouldn't, 'cause where,d this world be if they did? But how about all those nice young children who graduated only last June ? O, them, began Mrs. VVitt, they're all scattered over this state. Take Mae Taylor, for instance. She just couldn't stay home and make her samplers like you and me did. She's off to San Jose to become a school marm at that normal place they've got there. An' where did the tall, dark one go. PH Seventy-sex en

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Xb . 'Egg 4.1 Y 1 THE ELK triumphs. Their unflagging enthusiasm and regularity at practice games is truly commendable. Considerable interest has been manifested in tennis this year, particularly by the Freshman girls. Several tournaments have been started with plenty of pep but, with the exception of one now in progress, have fallen through. The girls fought for the tennis court during physical training period until Miss Hyatt tactfully aroused their interest in the fascinating sport of girls' baseball. Under the able leadershp of Jessie Cumpston a well-matched game is now hotly contested every physical training period. Physical torture has caused many groans and grunts of anguish but Miss Hyatt's interest is infectious. No further evidence than the rosy glow of our girls' blooming cheeks, the supple grace of their every motion, and the bulge of their Hexed muscles is needed as proof of the value of the ninth period exercises. -C. S., '20, sol Nbbln N M M Sfdlgg S 1 gm 1 ssswsltm .'3t3vtg+,ofZl1g,1, rags'-1:1344 0 ev -A b . fr 'e lif' Seventyssix

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1 1 ua ll fl, 1 I 5 it A. 5 ?!'! !!'l!E!,'. 'm.n. ' Her with the stacks of black hair, Pearl Weideman? Well, now, she's a wonderful girl, ain't she? just to think that she'd be teachin' already! Gettin' a good salary, too, I hear. My! My! My! WellgA Ain't that just grand now? Wliere is the one 'twas called Marga- ret Mix? Left the country, 1 suppose, like most of these here youngsters. - O, yes. She's gone to that university down at Berkeley. An' the two rather small 'uns that said a scared Thanks when Mr. Gage handed them a commercial sheep-s-kinapiece last June, Bonita Evans and Grace Shaw, are at home. But don't you ever get the idea that they ain't doin' nothin'. Bonita's a sort of community bookkeeper and Grace has a big family to take care of 'tween times when she's somebody's StC11Og1'2l1Jl1C1'.H An' the nice, nice girl everybody liked, Helen McConnell, where's she ? ln Sacramento bein' a helper for her brother-in-law, Dr. Kennedy. Oh, they're all busy as bees, the young people now a' days! Here Mrs. Witt paused. VVan't there some boys in that class? I kinda thought- , Boys? Of course! Lct's see. The bovs-flong pausej. Boys will be boys and what can us poor old women folks do to keep track o' them? There's my Dora callin' me. See you i11 a few nights up at the Masonic Hall at the doingsf' - And Mrs. Xvitt hurried away. The boys? VVho knows about 'em? Certainly not the men who never gossip. Oh no! They're above that, as any male person can tell you. But here-ls a puzzle-what are they sayin' when they sit around the barber and butcher shops with tongues afioppin' and jaws awaggin' all day long? W'ell, I'll tell you. Elmer Sturges flips cash and general merchandise across the dry goods counter in jones store at the Slough House part of the time an' then he works at various jobs on the ranch. joseph Brugler is back at High taking a most valuable post-graduate course. Well, foe, we really can't see how you can stand the sight of that masrniiicent high school structure for live long years. and we wish you better luck next year. The bashtul timid boy with the subdued air that we called Squeaky but whose Christian name is Cecil, is with his daddy extracting the milky Huid from the mooing bovine. Squeaky's shy CPD ltttle friend, Willie Gage, is a rancher , that is, he helps wherever this great world has need of him. Comprenezvous? Do you remember last year's captain, Lester Baker? They say he's busy preparin' the nest for the wee red-headed birdie he expects to captivate next August or maybe sooner. Who knows? Ira, our darling,', pride, and joy, realized that now is the time for all great men to come to the aid of their country, and so he searches for the little, wiggelty bugs that sometimes grow in milk. OE course, they grow elsewhere, but that ain't his jobg see? g Fred Stohlgren is a sheet-metal apprentice worker in Sacramento, I hear. Stick to it, Fred, that's the only way you'll ever win out in this wide, wide world. Our operatic nightingale, Lowell Coons, carries billy-does, etc., on Elk Grovels mail route No. 2. Seventy-eight