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

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 H. C. H. S. 3 WINNADA fa 1929 Class Prophecy “Tis, been many years past,” the Stranger’s voice was slow, •‘Aye, tis been at least full twenty years ago. “Queer, have been the careers meted out by hands of time, And queerer yet, the happenings of the class of ’29.” “Hmm-m, let me see,” and his gaze was shifted down. “Earnest Elliott, a funny boy, became a traveling clown. Rena Pedroli, poor kid, has herself tied down for life, For she became another clown and also Elliott’s wife.” “Welsh—? you say—? why I used to know him too, Now he is a big magistrate of Bolivia, and Peru, “They say he has waiters, servants, and one thousand churls, And also has a hundred or so of pretty hula hula girls.” “Lossy, Giroux, and Branting, folks wondered at their fate, For they went to Chicago and never returned to Humboldt gate. Some would have you believe that they have been lost these years But I’ve reasons to know and believe they joined! the Racketeers.” “Two more figures, I remember, the Bowrins, oh my yes, Ruth has married ‘Lindy,’ or I will miss my guess. But poor old Ralph has gone straight to the dogs, He’s a wealthy kennel keeper at his lodge called the Logs.” “Schmith, ah his lungs and wind that boy has sold, He went east and took the blindfold test for Lucky and Old Gold. And Katie you say? she too has from here fled, For she demonstrates henna guaranteed to turn hair red.” “Specs? do you mean Burhans? of course I am so dumb, I believe he leads the orchestra, he almost was a bum. Carmen and Marion also two darned good kids, Have opened up a millinery, and now are making ‘lids.’ ” “Another girl named Robinson, achieved a brilliant start, For she has made success by her work and skill in art. Mary and Chewoowie, to more that made the break, For they have crashed the footlights and fun for all they make.” “And Kay Pierce is now enjoying richest splendor, She wed a rich man who believes in being her spender. Yearly she travels to some foreign clime, And takes along Kasy to help her spend the time.”

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H. C. H. S. oq) winnada 1929 (“LOOK”) YE (“LOOK”) YE ALL THOSE persons or personages who may be directly or indi- rectly interested in the disposing of certain properties accumu- lated and guarded for safe keeping during our four fruitful years spent in Humboldt County High School, City of Winnemucca, Nevada. We the undersigned members of the Senior class of this year, 1929, knowing that we are to pass from these doors never to return do will and make the following bequeathments: To the Juniors: Our girls interclass basketball penant, knowing that until now they dared not touch it. To the Sophomores: Our class spirit. To the Frosh: Our athletic ability. To the Faculty: Our ability to argue. As individuals, we do bequeath the following, earthly and unearthly properties: I, Mary Backus, my studious habits to Hermine Jones. I, Walter Blattner, my ability in tennis to Gooley. I, Cleto Bengoa, leave my strength to Charles Adams. I, Ruth Bowrin, my ability to get geometry to Lois Otis. I, Ralph Bowrin, my typewriter to Bob Gingery. I, Charles Bran ting, my office of Student Body president to a Junior who can get a split vote. I. Walter Burhans, my uke to someone who can get more noise out of it than I can. I, Kathryn Byrne, my power as an actress to Mildred Backus. I, Virginia Echave, my shy and winning ways to Hermine Giroux. I, Ernest Elliott, my beautiful voice to Dutch Reil. I, David Giroux, my art of speech to Fred Waltz. I, Carmen Laucerica, my go get spirit to Julia Morse. I, Don Laucerica, my permanent wave to Merle Snider. I, Marion Lorentz, my shining teeth to some Frosh who is losing his first bicuspids. I, William Miller, my power of keeping cool minded under all con- ditions to Lloyd Mullinix. I, Ted Moore, my love for blondes to LeRoy Brophy. I, Elsie Kibbee, my screeching apparatus to Antonia Gartiez. I, Virginia Robinson, the moan of my sax to the orchestra. I, Kathryn Pierce, my ability to get by to someone who needs it. I, Kathleen O’Carroll, my basketball suit to Marie Bording. I, Lester Schmith, my sheiking ways to Glenn Lyons. I, Rena Pedroli, the senior roll to a junior who can take it on the run. I, Stanley Welsh, my football suit to someone who can find a hole in the line. These being the last wishes of those who have gone on before you, consider it your duty to make the best of your newly acquired legacies, thus obliging the class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty-Nine of the H. C. H. S. Signed this day of June Seventh by those who have in the study hall set their bond and seal. Per CHARLES BRANTING

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H. C.H. S. WINNADA 1929 “And handsome big Bill Blattner, has since turned many a head, Since he’s been in the ‘Talkies’ brunettes are cut dead. Cleto and Miller, these two have known fame, For they became magicians in a sort of a mystic game.” The Stranger’s eyes grew narrow, and he muttered, “I wonder who you are.” Then she with a sudden jerk, replied, “I’m. Kibbe on the ‘STAR.’ ” The recording was finished as the writer started for the door. The Stranger cried out, “Wait! lest you forget I’m MOORE! You may list me as the one who loved his fellow men, And kept this faithful record to be recalled again.” —E. K. ’29