Humboldt County High School - Winnada Yearbook (Winnemucca, NV)

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WINNADA £ H.C.H.S. ■!U For track, Carl Deiss and Fred Holloway upheld our name. Our activities we concluded for the year as hosts to the school at the Junior prom. Did it seem possible as school opened in September 1924 we were to be known as staid and stately seniors, on the top round, where the view was clearer and brbader and the responsibilities more grave? But how gratifying too, just a few of our number had gone. Cuipd’s darts made targets of three of our girls; Mae Leonard, Ida Gregg, and Ida Lorentz, who are now Mrs. Bangs, Mrs. Egan and Mrs. Williams. Ben Myers and Geraldine Harvey had gone as graduates with the class of ’24. Ben Jones of Ogden joined us as did Carol Savage from the junior class. Class officers elected this year were, Junior Leidy, president; Frank Garteiz, vice-president; Gladys Pearce, secretary; and Ida Gregg, treasurer. Winnemucca’s first football team found ardent support from the seniors; all except two berths on the basketball team were held by seniors; and track claimed its share of athletes from senior rank. Two of our girls, Mary Dern and Lona Abel played on the girls’ basketball team. Late in the first half of the year, the first senior play, “The Elopment of Ellen” was offered and well received, receipts from which helped in buying class rings and pins. We are yet looking forward besides graduation, to a second play entertainment and the senior ball to be given at the end of our school year. In choosing our motto, we believe it was not without justification. Our hope is that we may always carry the high standard in the book of life that we leave on the record book of H. C. H. S., and throughout our life may we keep that motto ever fresh in our memory.—“Rowing not Drifting.”

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WINNADA £ H.C.H.S. k J SENIOR HISTORY MEMORY wanders back into the past four years when a group of frightened little freshmen wended their way toward high school re- joicing, yet trembling. Rejoicing to know we had taken a step for- ward, placed our feet upon the first round of the ladder of higher educa- tion, but trembling when we thought of our fate at the hands of the upper classmen. From that day until the present, through the four years, we can very proudly say that the class of ’25 has done its share in the upbuild- ing and uplifting of IT. C. H. S. We were twenty-five in number, green as all Frosh, forced to bow to many, and assume the belittling dink caps, but under the guid- ance of Bud Goldsworthy as president, Mary Guthrie as secretary-trea- surer and Miss Louise Liotard class teacher, passed the crucial tests, culminating our efforts in the frosh glee barn dance which is still re- membered as the success of the year. On the second round of the ladder, as Sophmores ,our number remained parctically the same, some dropping out and others coming to fill their places. This time we could laugh at the unfortunate below us. The midget basketball team was organized from the sophomore boys consisting of Frank Garteiz, Fred Hoilawey, Bud Goldsworthy, Robert Kennedy, George Watt, and George King. Two of our girls, Florence Sears and Ida Lorentz and three boys, Fred Holloway, An- selmo Laucirica and Bud Goldsworthy, represented the school at the state track meet, helping Vin two cups in interscholastic meets. Among the trophies left as fo the school is one gained this year for securing the most members for the Red Cross in the school drive. To top the year was our Soph Hop, again a big social success. Commencing the third year, dignified Juniors, many changes had occured. Three sophomore girls, Mabel Connor, Myrle Trousdale and Mary Quilici, infatuated with our clasp worked unusually hard and be- came members, as did Emma Duarte and Junior Leidy who trans- fered from Golocnda and Reno. We elected as class officers, Fred Holloway, president; Berton Smith, vice-president; George King, secretary; Frank Garteiz, treasurer. Bud Goldsworthy was the editor appointed for the newly estab- lished H. C. H. S. Humboldt, the school newspaper, having as his assist- ant, Ben Meyers. As was customary, we were well represented in athletics with Ida Lorentz, Lona Abel and Myrle Trousdale on the girl’s basketball team and Robert Kennedy, Frank Garteiz, Fred Holloway and Bud Goldsworthy members of the boys’ team.

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WINNAPA £ H.C.H.S. ijjl— — - Q25V SENIOR PROPHECY THE world today has its secrets and as a chronicle of those secrets, I wish to tell of one which will do much in revolutionizing our world. Being forced to give up work and go in search of health, Berton Smith, the motorcycle wizard and myself had traveled into the wilds of Canada, pitching our tent at Arrow lake near the city of Nakus. It was one of those mornings which set an unsatisfied feeling in a person, a feeling for travel. So Smith and I started out hiking in search of something to satisfy that feeling. Walking up-grade where the boulders are few and the pines small, a sudden change sent the clouds rolling overhead. The wind, increasing in violence, screeching through the timber and occassionally sending a boulder rolling, told us we were in for a blizzard. We walked faster and faster. Cold, wet, and exhausted, it was an age before we happened onto a welcome cabin. No one came to our knocks at the door, so finally we forced it open, finding at a rough hewn bench, an elderly man. He did rot seem to notice our approach until Smith tapped him on the shoulder, on introducing ourselves, we found him to be a man of generous manner, asking if we were hungry and at Smith’s “I’ll say,” prepared us a meal of bear steak, muffins and coffee. After we had eaten and had the last of our coffee, Smith and I started to wash the dishes while the old gent went back to his bench. When the dishes were washed, we drew our stools along side, noticing for the first time a mess of wire and other electrical items about which we were greatly puzzled. Slipping over to a redwood cabinet, our host lifted out a black shiny box with many dials and loops of wire on it. He placed it on the table explaining that we were looking at his newly perfected electrical contrivance which he called a Radio Futora. Very carefully he covered every detail, the action of various dials and finally suggested that we might be interested in hearing it powers of peering into the future. “Our class mates, what will they be doing ten years from now? Can this machine tell us, “we asked.” For an answer the old man set one dial at ten, moved a few clips on the battery. In a clear, audible tone the machine began to speak. “George Watt has been elected governor of Texas, winning from Ma Ferguson by one vote.” Next we hear that Junior Leidy is one of the greatest lawyers of his time. He starts to speak, but alas the Futora becomes silent. The old man touches up the wires and again we hear some one speaking in a familiar voice. We find that it is no other than Gladys