Jackson High School - Jacksonian Yearbook (Jackson, CA)

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THOMAS PETRUSICH I took to my heels as fast as I could. CAMELLA PRUITT From you little troubles pass like little ripples on a silent river. MARGARET READ Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. EVELYN SAUER She is all our fancy painted her. MAMIE SKULICH Un with the dance, let joy be unconfined! MITCHELL Soso I am anything if not critical. GEORGE STANISICH Brevity is the soul of wit. AMIL VICKERS He wears the rose of youth upon him. EDITH VINCIGUERRA I have no other but a womarfs reason, I think him so be- cause I think him so. HARVEY VINCIGUERRA More matter with less art.

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FRANK GAMBA Wit is a happy anal striking way of expressing a thought. LENA FERDANI She seems so near-and yet so far. ANTONE GONZALES Happy am Ig from care fm free. ELOISE GIANNINI F railty, thy name is woman. DOROTHY HEAD A smooth and steadfast mind, gentle thoughts and calm desires. ROBERT HAMBRIC As merry as the clay is long. VERNOLD MOUNTER Come, give us a taste of your quality. RUSSELL HEALEY I abhor brains as I do toOls,' theygre things mechanical. ROY ONETO Silence is golden.

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CLASS WILL We must make a will, the chairman announced, 'LAnd we must make it before school it out. So each stand up and tell today, The things you'd care to give away . HI, Lester De Lemos, a wisecracking fool, Leave my cracks to Marvin Rule. MI, Noel Accher, leave my shyness of speech To Egisto Zancai loved by all those who teach. Then Donald Cox, with words quite handy, Spoke for himself and Lena F erdani: 4'We,ll both leave school qualified better, And when we leave it, we'll leave togetherf' All was quiet, no one stirred- The chairman stood up to say a word: 4'You, Foster Daoust, what do you say?', I have a dance, but won't give it away. I'11 say something, someone said. The voice was that of Dorothy Head. I, to Warreii Bernardis will, My adolescent typing skill. HI, Harry Brand, a genius by birth, Genius of beauty and genius of mirth, Leave my stature and adroit physique To any desiring a perfect technique. Mr. Chairmanli' someone roared, 'LWith such trivial matters I can't be bored. I, Mitchell Soso, in final remorse, Have really decided to leave my high horse? I, Evelyn Sauer, the bashful kid, To Bernice DeVeccl1io my shyness givef' nAnd I, Roy Oneto, shall answer the call To give away something far better than allf, g4What is it you give?,' the class cried in violence To Genevieve Howlin I leave my silence. '4Oh, I've something better, you make me sick! My comic expressions are quite a kick. I, Frank Gamba, to Sutton alone, Give my Wit, the best that I own. 'Tm next to speak! cried a voice from the rear, 6'Friends, classmates lend me an ear. I play chess in a most brilliant way, If anyone doubts me I offer to play, So I, Gene Cummings, with apt technique, Leave my skill to Sutter Creek? tm