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

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H. C. H. S. «3 WINNADA 1928 Once upon a midnight lonely, as I wondered with thoughts only Of my classmates that had passed from me with time. I could faintly hear a mutter, as a monk inclined to stutter, (Yea) a demon, for it filled my soul with fear, As I reached to clutch a missile, I discerned a deep shrill whistle, Twas a sound that caused my thoughts to disappear. I jumped straightway for my table, scarcely fast as I was able, For I wished to be aloof from crawling things; And the wind moaned ghostly haunting, yet I held my ground undaunting, But I felt my head grow lighter by the strain. As I trembled-shaking-reeling, the thunder loudly pealing Added only to my suffering and my pain. Now the door burst open wide, bathing everything inside. With an atmosphere unlike the room of red, And my heart now ceased its racing, and quickly I was facing An answer to my wondering of fate. For behold! Before me stood, not an image carved of wood, But a member of the class of twenty-eight. I climbed down from my high perch, and with a headlong lurch J sought now to embrace my long lost friend, But his voice sqawked ghostly-wheezing, a warning quite displeasing, And I sat bewildered down upon my bed, “I have come” he boomed amazing, his large eyes fiercely blazing, “To show to you the powers of the dead.” “My friend,” he said with sorrow, “let us look into the morrow And behold the present labors of our class.” As the wind blew out the light, and enshrouded me with night, I could faintly see a scene upon my door. My sense was pulled asunder, with the spell that I was under. Yet I marveled at my friends in human lore.

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H. C. H. S. 3 WINNADA p 1928 Class Will WE, the class of 1928, of Humboldt County High School, realizing that we are soon to pass from this institution of learning, and being sound in body and supposedly so in mind, do hereby will and bequeath our earthly and unearthly property accumulated by four years of unceasing toil to the following lucky heirs: Jointly, do we will and bequeath the following: 1—To the Juniors, our supreme and haughty bearing and our power over the rest of the school. 2—To the Sophomores, our excellent reputation. 3—To the Freshmen, our angelic and sweet manners, hoping that they make a good example of them. 4—To the faculty, our excellent and remarkable grades. As individuals, we do will and bequeath the following: I, Blanche Cosby, my studious habits to Barbara Smith. I, A1 Seeliger, my ability to get Latin to Bill Blattner. I, Leslie Brophy, my interest in Donnie to Gooley Fetti. I, Glenn Jones, my power over women to Tony Duarte. I, Cecil Martin, my crop of beautiful red whiskers to Katy Byrnes. I, Orvis Reil, my hard-boiled manners to Paul Moore. I, Roy Bankofier, my “loud” bow ties to Walter Burhans. I, Florence Jones, my ability to vamp boys to Margaret Wells. I, Girwin Bullis, my athletic ability to Bruce Hubbard. I, Merna Fritchen, my quiet manners to Electa Rollins. I, Joe Boggio, my wavy locks to Mr. Fishburn. I, Theresa Fritchen, my art of making love to Ralph Lorentz. I, Bob Rossier, my “pull with the teachers” to Lloyd Mullinix. I, Frank Ford, my vocabulary to anyone who needs it. F.F. 28 HAM BURGER, LIM BURGER, Notary Public.

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H. C. H. S. 3 WINNADA 1928 I could see my old friend Moon in an up-to-date saloon, With one arm gently resting on the bar, And the owner of this joint, (should I come straight to the point) Was our loved and noble president, Mr. Bob. As it vanished from my view and another shown anew, Twas a pleasure that from me none could rob. On a farm in Idaho, I behold my aid friend Joe, t A-singing while a-hoeing up his corn, And lo, there at his side stood his fair and blushing bride, Twas Theresa for she smiled at him so sweet. I know he was content for everywhere he went, A tiny tot was playing at his feet. Then Gus shown on the scene, his features drawn and mean, All he needed to be Jesse was a horse. And Leslie at his side, was out to get his hide, For now he was the sheriff of Rose Creek. And Florence, plump and fat, on a feather pillow sat. For she was now the towns well known antique. Now this scene was done, and another had begun. It was “Dutch” Reil, the proud papa 6f twins; And how his face did beam and strange as it may seem, . Stood Merna in all her radiance of bliss. He took her in his arms and gloated o’er her charms, Who ever thought that “Dutch” would come to this? I could see our brilliant Frank as an officer of rank, Upon the South Sea islands far away, And Bonnie in her splendor, was the well known female spender. For her man had croaked and left her all his cash. And Cecil in his prime, was also in this clime, Just waiting for his chance to make a mash. 4m And Roy had passed away for he had had his day, A slaving just to drink Nevada dry. Then struck as by a spear, I was nipped upon the ear, And the vision dropped abruptly from the door.. For Girwin (darn his hide) had calmly slipped outside, And passed off into space forevermore. ar •• G. J. ’28 g -- r : i - ■ , r -.j i.' • -v-; . 1 • • 4':,$ ........