Ferndale Union High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Ferndale, CA)

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6. THE FATE OF THE SENIORS. Oh where, Oh where, have my classmates gone Oh where, Oh where, can they be? I'll go and ask the magic man Their steps in life to see. The minute I looked in that great round ball A sight came to my eyes. There was Lucille Kelly upon the stage, In a great big opera hall. Then next came Lois in grim despair, With a rolling pin in handg She had her husband dancing round, In time to her rolling pin band. Oh and there was Del. in a maid's costume, NVith breakfast tray in hand. She waits upon the Presidenfs wife, As nice as e'er she can. And then the next thing that I saw VVas a house full of splendor and fame. An old man's darling owned them all, Florinda was her name. Oh, and there was Lawrence Cummings, A barber of great renown. A-shaving whiskers and cutting hair Off men around the town. The next brought horror to my eye, For there was Marie so fair, A-making pills full of poison For people in despair. Then what should appear but a dear old maid With white morning cap so stiff. I looked again and then I saw It was dear little Margaret Smith. An old maid schoolma'm next I see With etiquette book in hand. It was no one else but E. Slingsby, Who was teaching away down in Alabam 16

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SENIOR WILL We, the class of 322, wish to bequeath our property to the Students and the classes of the Ferndale Union High School in the following manner. To the new Seniors we wish to bequeath our reputation for pep and also all the cares of the Senior Class. To the Juniors we wish to bequeath the hardships of making up lost credits for the coming year. ' To the Sophomores we wish to bequeath our ability for initiating the Freshmen. To the Freshmen we bequeath our old Wads of gum under the desks and our lack of knowledge and sleepless nights over exams. INDIVIDUAL ENDOVVMENT I, Elmer Christensen, do bequeath my wisdom and wit to NValter Guil- leri as he seems to need it. I, Delphine Moranda, do bequeath my giggling apparatus to Helen Reas as hers is fast wearing out. I, Margaret Smith, do bequeath my way of combing hair to Gertrude Fletcher. I, Maloa Taubman, do bequeath my meekness and shy way to Nellie Hartley. I, Beatrice Leighton, do bequeath my dignity and great ideals to Esther VVolfe, who seems to envy them. I, Rena Ambrosini, do bequeath my ability for learning Biology to the, next victims of this disease. I, Marie Gamboni, do bequeath to Rose Mary Regli my curls and hair nets. I, Lois Morrison, do bequeath my knack of teasing Freshmen girls to Arlene Christensen, who I think will appreciate it greatly. I, Florinda Ambrosini, do bequeath to the in-coming Seniors my abil-A ity to bluff the teachers. I, Lucille Kelly, do bequeath to Mary O,Leary, my typewriter, paper, and period of work in Mr. Markley's office, with every wish for her success. A I, LaWrence Cummings, do bequeath my nickname QGeneralj and my walk to Herman Klingler. . I, Helen Heath, do bequeath my ability to make eyes at the boys to Elsie Ambrosinig this may help to add to her collection. I, Evelyn Slingsby, do bequeath to the future American History Class, my knowledge, ability, and reference books. I, Madeline Calanchini, do bequeath to the future Latin Classes, my great ability to translate the said language. I, Louise Goff, do bequeath to Mae Early, my ability in making Merle, my brother, behave in school. I, Agnes Pedrotti, do bequeath my ability to read the Treasury report to the in-coming Treasurer. Witnessed by' Mr. Markley. Signed-CLASS OF ,22, is

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'a Oh, how can I tell you the next one, But 1,11 do as best I can, There Was Bud, our once time hero, But now a ladies' man. The next one brought a smile to my face For who do you think it could be? There was Helen and Carl in a neat little hor Right down beside the sea. Then into that wonderful ball ' Came a nurse who was skilled and famed, You'd never guess who it was for years, For Rena was her name. Oh, the next one just filled me up with pride For there at the presidents desk, Sat Maloa the once time Sec. of the F. U. H. S Taking notes at the Presidents request. Oh, the next was worse than ever, Many suffragettes I see, But who do you think was the foremost one? To throw at their men in the future. Then came that dear Louise Do you remember how we loved her? She was teaching girls to make hard tacks, To throw at their me in the future. The next I knew to be Madeline, And I wondered why in deep repose she sat, Then thinking of her aim in life, I remembered that she never thot of that. Have you ever heard of Tiny Who dances on her toes? That's me: but some day I'll be dancing on my nose. Now that you've heard the awful fate Of the class of ,22 Please don't judge us too harshly If we didn't do what you would do. 17 lk