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

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H. C. H. S. WINN ADA p. 1927 SENIOR CLASS WILL ET IT BE KNOWN to all men by these presents, that we, the Class of ’27, realizing that we are about to leave forever the Humboldt County High School, do hereby will and bequeath: First, to the Juniors, our parking place by the gym stairs. Second, to the Sophomores, all the extra erasers that can be found in our assembly, hoping that they put them to as good a use as we did. Third, to the Frosh, our ability to put things over, hoping that they have better luck at putting things over on the faculty than we did. Individually we make the following bequests: 1, Alice Garteiz, my ability of vamping boys to Pearl Martin. I, George Vargas, my well groomed hair to Orvis Reil. I, Ethel Maraska, my school girl complexion to Theresa Fritchen, providing she usese Pond’s Vanishing Cream as I did. I, Glenn McAllister, my artistic poise while dancing to Walter Blattner, providing he gets over his bashful ways and starts dancing. I, Acquilina Castanaga, my gum to Pansy Johnson. (It can be found under almost any desk in the Senior assembly.) I, Elmo Recanzone, my shoe polish to Gustave Seeliger. I, Marie Laca, my ability to rate diamonds to Maude Ricks. I, Edmond Recanzone, my girlish form to Cleto Bengoa. I, Bernice Rossier, my curly locks to Phyllis Cocks. I, Charles Mefh'cucci, my manful stride to Don Laucerica. I, Bruno Ramasco, my “drag” with Prof. Kilian to Joe Boggio. I, Edie Meniccuci, my boyish bob to Ruth Bowrin. I, Lloyd Stites, my ability to get the most out of a gallon of gasoline to some- one who can get more. I, Geraldine Blattner, my wire gate to Vada Boyd, hoping she finds a wire eater. I, Joe Lyon, my golfing ability to Margaret Wells.

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H. C. H. S. «3 WINN AD A p. 1927 EDMOND RECANZONK Football 2, 3, 4 Block “W” 3, 4 Orchestra 3 Winnada Staff 3, 4 “A Womanless Wedding” “Action” “A Girl to Order” “Charm School” “Adam and Eva” MARIE LACA Fallon High School 1 “Gypsy Rover” “Isle of Chance” BRUNO RAMASCO Paradise High School 1 Intermountain Institute 2, 3 Football 4 Class Basketball 4 Track 4 “Adam and Eva” Glee Club 4 .

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H. C. H. S. WIN NAD A p 1927 SENIOR PROPHECY HE OLD SHEIK ALI- BEN- HASSEN was vaguely troubled. Sev- eral times during the night he had risen to watch the clouds gather in the east. A storm was brewing, not a few grains of sand scattered about by the night wind, but one of those soul-terrifying storms which sweep the earth like a plague. It was nearing midnight when a loud crash shook the very earth as the storm set in. Loose tents took to the air like birds, camels crouched in a position of abject terror, dogs whimpered as the storm roared on, lightning played on the scenes as flames from the dungeon of hell—a fit display for the wrath of angry gods. Ali-ben-Hassen suddenly sat up with a jerk. Outside the storm had increased into a raging maelstrom. The peals of thunder from the black sky seemed to rent the very earth asunder, a spirit of evil appeared to brood over the storm-swept desert. Suddenly the feeling that he was not alone came over the old ruler. A sixth sense warned him that the luxuriant dwelling contained a being other than himself. Was he seeing aright? It seemed as though a shadow had deatched itself from the surrounding gloom and was floating toward his bed. What could this be? Were his eyes deceivers of his soul. A cold sweat broke out upon his brow. He raised himself to shout to his followers, but as the words sprang to his lips a demoniac cackle struck his ears only to be drowned in a deafening peal of thunder—mean- while a streak of lightning split the roof of his tent and threw into bold relief the scene contained therein. The old sheik fell back among his pillows with a low moan. Another dazzling chain of lightning showed the surprise and horror mingled upon that bearded face, for at the corner of his bed stood the most horrible apparition ever seen by mortal eye. From under the grave-mouldered turban peered a grotesque fleshless face as a wild imagination can conceive. A pair of red-rimmed eyes glared malignantly at him; a pair of toothless gums grinned horribly into his face, while a long bony body dangled gruesomely at his bedside. Not trusting himself to look again, the old sheik spoke in a high, strained voice. “Who be ye that walks in the night and disturbs me from my slumbers?” Bony arms rattled against a fleshless body as the phantom attempted to speak. Finally a hoarse, harsh sound arose to those bloodless lips: “I am a descendant of the ancients, sent to rule the desert and its people. I control the destiny of any man of the desert. Your time has come; however, I shall grant you one wish before you pass unto your maker.” A peal of thunder drawned out his voice. Then all lapsed into silence. Out- side a dog howled mournfully while the restless movements of the bedded camels could be faintly heard above the clamor of the storm. For a long time the old sheik pondered over the strangeness of the situation. Finally a clattering, restless movement roused the old ruler from his deep meditation. He attempted to speak, but no sound proceeded from his throat. After repeated