La Jolla High School - Viking Yearbook (La Jolla, CA)

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l, Kenneth Clover, do will my effort at hard and serious work, in my Senior year to Gardner Putnam, hoping he will use it to his best advantage. I, Christine Rullman, bequeath my practically inexhaustible vocabulary to Cart- wright Hunter, that it may offset his baby stare ! I, Edward Easton, leave my sedate manner to one of the incoming Freshmen, hop- Znfy It may be able to disguise him as a Soph and thus save him many sad moments. I, Grace Randall, leave to the person who most desires it, my ability to trip the light fantastic without stumbling. I, Lestcr Fernstrom, will my excellent ability to swan-dive in the shallow half of nh! MTs ion Beach Plunge, to Eleanor Hurley on the condition that she will not take advantage of same by swallowing more than the allotted amount of water. I, Ilowcna Ilcward, will the virtue to mind my own business to someone who will take good use of it. I, Joe Hinds, bequeath the samples of Spearmint gum which I have left planted u.nler th - desks about school to anyone who can identify them. I, Regina Meizer, f6EIi1Zg particularly generous, will anything I have to anybody who wants it. I, Thomas Gwynne, leave my ability both as a distinguished orator and as a soap- box lecturer, to my honorable opponent Philip Stockton. I, Edith Clarke, will my futile attempts to argue with teachers on various points of interest to anyone who thinks he can use them. I, Hazel Underwood, will my boisterous manner to Genevieve Van Patten, hoping she will show signs of life during the next Football Season. Signed this day of June in the year of our Lord One Thousand, Nine Hundred, and Twenty-Six. -Harriet Gridley. SENIOR PROPHECY High in a castle by a purple sea, I sought the secret of what is to beg Found the magician, Aggarat Agglestain, And asked the question torturing heart and brain. What, I besought him, is the unknown fate, The Future holds for us who graduate? Where, and what shall we do, begged I through tears, When June comes round again in otheruyears ? Ah-ha! he cried, And so it's come to this, That thou wouldst penetrate the Future, Miss ? Thunder there was, and shouts, and shrieks, and criesg A momentary gloom assailed my sight. A flare, a flash-a most unearthly light! And lo!-the Future opened to my eyes! Bowing and smiling midst admiring throngs- There was our old friend Edith on the stage.

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CLASS OF 1926 WILL We, the Class of June, 1926, being now at the end of our rope, wish to bequeath certain of our shortcomings, accomplishments, and belongings to those poor unfortu- nates whom Fate, Time, and the Board of Education have decreed must wobble on in our coveted shoes. I, Harriet Gridley, being in an extremely foolish mood, do here-by bequeath, will, and give Woofenpoof to the first person who promises to keep it shined as well as I did. I, Joe Richert, hereby will my uninterested manner to anyone capable of making good use of it. I, Willard Barnes, will this advice to the Freshmen: Always be kind and indulgent with your teachers, if they should come to you for advice, do not assume a haughty mien but rather act with a simple dignity and generosity which will endear you to all. I, Mildred Robinson, bequeath the secretary's post of the Senior Class to the Dictograih, knowing that no sensible human being would want it. I. Billie Wfatrous, feeling very sympathetic, do leave my soft brown curls to one of the many little girls who have so often admired them. I, Marguerite Donnelly, bequeath my talent in dramatics to Mr. Bloomenshine to distribute as he sees fit. I, Paul Wihlams, leave to the next Editor-in-Chief of the Annual a good job with plenty of work, responsibility, and fun. I, Eleanor Barnes, bequeath my good disposition and patience to the incoming Seniors, knowing they will need both. I, Chas. Ray, leave my brains, few though they be, to Tudor Scripps, hoping he will plant them somewhere and watch closely to see if some rare plant for weedj sprouts from them. I, Gladys Darnell, being in a generous mood, do will and bequeath to Fran Lane, my taste for soda-mints, and also the many empty bottles which occupy Locker Number 22. I, Sam McFarland, leave my ability to captivate the girls with bewitching looks to John Christie. I, Connie Copeland, leave to Doris Kramer what little ability I have as a scholar, which she may combine with her own to some advantage perhapsl I, Fred Martino, leave to Bobby Lehner, my baseball shoes which he has never returned. I, Aldine Dickson, will the fun of making people stop to watch me while I'm danc- ing to anyone who needs amusement. We, Eileen, Tessie and Bea, do will and bequeath to Helen Maier, Tillie, and Tliora, all of our good luck and ability on the field. I, Sanford Berenson, before starting for the home for the feeble-minded, leave the implements with which I labored in Mechanical Drawing to anyone who can put them to such idiotic use as I have done. I, Henry Adams, leave my position in the Orchestra to John DuLaney, hoping he will appreciate it as much as l have. I. Margaret Allen, will the joy of collecting Senior cuts for the annual to any- one who is dumb enough to accept such a job. I, Donovan Bess, do hereby will to Philip Stockton the many poems written to Marguerite and signed with his name. I, Jane Rose, leave my waiting list to the girl who is fortunate enough to capture thoni.

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Shimmying and singing latest jazzy songs. A very famous actress-quite the rage. Wlhile just around the corner, smeared with grease, Joe Richert sold hot dogs-a dime apiece. And with him, slicing onions and all that- Was Aldine Dickson, now grown broad and fat. Joe Hinds and Freddie M. quite rich become. Were touring Africa-and chewing gum. While-in far China where the heathen rolls, Gladys was saying prayers-and saving souls. Mildred, in a circus, danced on tightened wire, And somewhere, Tommy Gwynne sang in a choir. My poor friend Jane was surely in a jam. She was an old'maid-couldn't find a man! And Tessie, Connie, Grace, and Josephine, Were making millions on the silver screen. While--in Grand Opera where the millions throng licnny's sublime srprano floated forth in song. And high upon a horse so white and tall, Ilcgina rode, the favorite of them all! Les' Fernstrom, Edward Easton, and old Paul, Were slinging mortar up against a wall. And Harriet, with funny Charlie Ray, Was washing dishes down in Dame's Cafe! Billy, a monk, at the gay world did scoff, He wore long, Howing robes, and had his hair shaved off. Margaret Allen, Hazel, and Eileen, Were writing for True Story magazine. There was old Donovan whom we'd picked for fame, Running a fruit-stand down at Fourth and Main. And Sandy Berenson, with nice Bea Leach, Was raising bull-frogs in Pacific Beach. Rowena Howard, a senator of note, Had passed a law forbidding men to vote. And Eleanor Barnes, the girl we all thought mild, Went round without her stockings-naughty child! I saw her brother, Wfillard, dear old scout! lle drives a Packard now-his Ford wore out. While deep within a valley where lost fancies sleep, Our hero, Sam, was gently tending sheep, The girls pursued him into every clime, And so he hid himself while there was time. Christine's name appeared on a glass door, And Henry had usurped John Barrymore. The Future faded and the stars went out, And choking, inky blackness seemed to press about. And as I stood in depths so thick with fears, A thunderous voice broke on my startled ears: f' Mid thou, it rumbled, while my heart grew sick, Shalt be a teacher of Arithmetic! And so it was this knowledge came to me, High in a castle by a purple sea. -Marguerite Donnelly