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

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WINNADA on the first day of- r e s h m e n Record to Humboldt County Hir- by the older students. On September 4, 1934, thirty-six members were enrolled as Fresh- men in the Humboldt County High School. Trembling Freshmen may have been seen for several weeks inquiring as to the tactics used on Field Day. Finally the great day arrived and with it, were some queer looking human beings who proved to be only the lowly Frosh in disguise. Despite the clever make-up of the Frosh, the Sophomores were triumphant at the close of the contests. The Freshmen of this year showed willingness to participate in all activities. Those who went out for Basketball were Leland Berk, Charles Bell, John Crawford, Thomas Garteiz, William Hornbarger, William Hoxey, Frank Saunders, Charles Brown and Philip Arant. Those who represented the class in Football were John Crawford, Thomas LeBroke, and William Hoxey. At the close of our first year in High School we are looking forward to finding our proper places as Sophomores. Jennie Becker, '38. CLASS OFFICERS First Semester John Crawford Annie Mentaberry Mary Hornbarger Robert Siard Mr. R. O. Wagner Second Semester President - - William Hornbarger Vice President - - Annie Mentaberry Secretary - Ruth Damon Treasurer - - Glenn Richardson Advisor - - -Mr. R. O. Wagner

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WINNADA Lost and Found By Marianne Breier Is Mrs. Johnson registered here? inquired a small voice. The man at the desk raised his cold, blue eyes and saw a thin girl with a tired, worn face. Her body was so stooped that one might judge she was carrying an unbearable burden. Her clothing consisted of a cheap gingham dress which showed signs of much wear. Her straight yellow hair was concealed under a black straw hat. Her feet were covered with black, badly scuffed, square-toed, Oxfords. A hole showed at the heel of her woolen stock- ings. In one hand she carried a much used, straw suitcase from which protruded a corner of a dress similar to the one she was wearing. Under her arm she ca fied a large black umbrella and a kitten. Quite unconscious of the peculiarity of her wearing apparel and the attention she was drawing tp herself, she repeated the question, I'm looking for Mrs. Glenn Johnson. You surely 'know her. She is a pianist, and plays at concerts frequently. The clerk by this time had gained his bearing and answered, Mrs. Johnson is registered here, but is she expecting you? With this the girl's face lit up with a smile, an extraordinary smile, which trans- formed her thin face into something that could almost be called beauty, and replied, Oh, no, you see, I'm her niece. She has never seen me, but I know that she will be pleased. The clerk gave her a doubtful, half-laughing glance and turned to the switch- board. He knew Mrs. Johnson's attitude toward people such as this young girl, who knew no better than to walk into the lobby of this important hotel in such clothes as she was wearing. As the clerk turned his back, the girl thought he had krgotten her. Tears which she had endeavored to keep back ever since her hurried leave from Linden, the only place she had ever known, began to fill her eyes. Mrs. Johnson will be down right away, ''•u may sit over there and wait, if you wish. The clerk indicated a chair and the girl sat down to wait, impatiently. She had started on the trip with only a few dollars which her mother had given her. Thinking of her mother caused her to forget where she was and tears came into her eyes. She choked back a sob and thought of her mother's friends who had told her about Mrs. Johnson, her wealthy aunt, who was going to be so glad to see her. They had put her on the train and sent her away. With thoughts of fame in her mind she had left home for the city which she imagined would be more than glad to welcome her. Now that she was here everything was much different. She was looked upon with wondering eyes, and people all but laughed in her face. Thinking of these things, she made the resolution that someday she would make these people look at hep with awe and admiration. With these thoughts going through her mind, she was unconscious of the fact that a tall, well-groomed woman was lookmg at her with questioning eyes. Finally, the woman spoke in a cold tone. Well, what can I do for you? Oh, you're my aunt. I'm Loretta Langdon, your niece. My niece! Good heavens A haven't a niece. Run along. Tm not the person you're looking for. But you are, I know you are. My mother had a picture of you. I am certain you are. Her voice began to break, because she knew it was useless to plead with this heartless woman. Loretta began again, My mother passed away a week ago, and I was sent to you. I promise to help you in your work all I a'm able, and I'll 'rfev Jpother.