Jackson High School - Jacksonian Yearbook (Jackson, CA)

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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

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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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MI, Vernold Mounter, shall speak while I can, I leave my love to Dorothy McGhan. I, Edith Vinciguerra, small and fair, To Grace Vela give my giggling flair. '4And I, her brother, to whoever will use it, Offer a blush, but do not abuse it.'7 MI, Paul Bernardis, strong and robust, Take the floor to speak if I must. To all class treasurers I leave my views And experience to aid in collection of dues. HI, Russell Healey, of Irish descent, Will the Onetos my temper-amentf' MWe'lI hear from a girl,', the chairman began. 'GWill Marguerite Bignotti please take the stand?' HI leave to all Juniors my perinent wrath When trying to, solve that execrable math. uAnd I, Mamie Skulich, of walking skill, To Irene Russell my cute lisp willf' Eloise Giannini arose to speak A click of a compact, a puff to her check. My knowledge of art applied to my face, I wish to bequeath to the entire racef' 4'My suave expression I should give to none, I am Tom Petrusicli, the baker's son. But my chivalrous nature, the non compus mentas Compels me to leave it to Tony Fuentesf, I, Tony Gonzales, am speaking-so listen. I, with my brown eyes that glimmer and glisten, Leave my glances with untold sorrow To a bold little rascal named Billy Morrow. HI, Bob Hamhric, am exceedingly glad To leave my nickname to Mary Obrad. I'm called 'Mistletoe', why, I don't know, Still they pester me with it wherever I go. 'AML Chairman, may I speak? What I'd like to say would take a week. I had my speech but can't seem to find it, Oh, woe is me, I'm absented-minded. To wait just a moment-I know you wonit mind. Until somebody my speech does find. Oh, yes! Here it is, I'll start right away- I, Camella Pruitt, do here, on this day With malice toward none, now give away My absent-minded, forgetful way. To Joe Fuentes falls the fate, For Joe is the pride of Jackson Gate.' ' U21 !