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

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CHIOI' Class CCOIIIIXIUCCID I, Otto Hacket, leave my dramatic ability to Pat Goff. I, Evan Holbrook, leave all my study periods to John Blackburn, who has need of them. I, Urman Edeline, leave my ability to soothe the wild beasts with my saxophone to Gordon Slingsby. I, Rigmor Vinum, leave my supply of hairpins to Williziiii Ambrosini. I, Leo Sullivan, bequeath my ability to grew a beard to Edward Bertifthus proving him to be a man. I, Clarence F. Heney, do hereby bequeath my ability to keep the civics class from expiring, to Robert Morrison, so that he may keep the next lovers of the sub' ject alive. I, Wesley Ambrosini, leave my general good nature and excuses for being late to class to Edgar Etter. I, George Hartley, leave my athletic sweater to Albert Hemenover, who seems to be a coming athlete. I, Dora Ambrosini, leave my renowned giggle and happy disposition to Mzlbel Mossi. I, Marjcmrie Kausen, leave my success in writing and passing notes without de' tection UQ to my pal, Gert Hartley. I, Marioii Vinum, leave my nervousness when reciting in class to Robert Smith I, Jennie Bruga, donate to all the girls in general, my comb so that they wont have to borrow some one elsels. I, Bernice Brown, will my typing ability to Frank Katri. Signed and Sealed by the said Class of 1928. Witiiessesz Dumb Dora. Felix the Cat. I'af:e 'Fwenty-fou 1' s

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CIIIOI' Class Q,1'?9il6v.'1 E, THE ONE AND CNLY CLASS of nineteen hundred and twentyfeight, having completed the courses prescribed in the Ferndale Union High School and having reached an elevated scale of intelligence far above that of most mortals, do bequeath a few of the things which have caused our superfdevelopment. To the Faculty as a whole: Ten yards of black crepe in which to fittingly mourn the passing of the most remarkable class in the history of the school. To Mr, Auten who has been our class adviser from our freshmen days to the present: Our thanks and appreciation in helping us to become what we now are. Individually we bequeath as follows: I, Henry Marvel, do leave my brilliant lectures in civics to Shirley Cathey. I, Glenn Perry do bequeath my only pair of silk hose to Helen Anderson. I, Hadley Hemenover, leave to Kenneth Prust my originality as a speller. I, Darrel Flowers, leave my ability to make the girls sore, to Felix Zana. I, Rosamond Klingler, leave to Katherine Ammer my type of haircut wishing her success in curling up the ends. I, Elsie Berti, bequeath my secret of gaining a gigantic stature to Evelyn Renner. I, Elsie Wztlker, do hereby bequeath my gift of gab to Evelyn Shinn. I, Edwin Clausen, will my ustandfinu with the blondes to Ivan Redden. I, Elizabeth McKenzie, do hereby bequeath my brilliant blushes to Clara Taubman. I, Amy Taubman, leave my first chair in fiddlers' row to Ernest Wiiikler. I, Marion Diedrichsen, do hereby leave my permanent paper curl to Aileen Kausen, knowing her admiration for it. I, Everett Perry, will my tactful methods and decided good humor to Alden Marvel. I, Evelyn Perry, leave my troubles and worries over this annual to the next victim. I, Leonard Dedini, bequeath to Leonard Willialnisoii my perseverance and pa' tience to rewind electric motors. Page El'XYQ'I1lX-lll1'!'l

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JUNIOR CLASS 'Pop row, reading from left to right-Leonard Early, l4'runc'is Enos, lirnn-st 'Vurni-r, J-rt'f Nissen, Robert Morrison, Leonard NVi11iamson. Rohr-ri Smith, Frank Kzitri. Second row-Jn-nniv Pedrotti, Gertrude Hartley, Hazn-1 f'hristi-nsvn. Hum-1 Main-liln-y. Pres., Mildred Hendrickson, Gertrude Brunstctter, lillllll. Riasva, Plara 'l':illImi:iii, Bliss MCKQKO, Fluss Adviser. uniof' Poem Although our class is very small Cui' students are the best cf all. The teachers always give us praise Because we never sit and gaze. In study halls we are so still Our time we do not try to kill. In plays, and games we all partake Showing ourselves to be widefawake. The best typists come from our class And Sadie, no one can surpass. If fine music you want to hear, Listen to Clara and Gertrude dear. Each of the Hazels get six Bones And Gert Branstetter, how she runs! When Bob leads yells no one is drear Our class will be remembered every year. fElma Biasca, '29. Page Twenty-five