Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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WHAT - ' E ' LL DO Bernice ' ll go to Llunson ' s And Kendall to The Farm, ' ,7hile Hazel says thai, she v ' ill Grace ' Cal ' with all her charm I ' Now Reed is not quite certain, And Frenchy plans on Healds. Warren will to Davis go, And cultivate the ' fields. Thelm will also go to Cal Methinks they ' ll have a group That ' ll gain Cal distinction, And jUt the duch in soup. Paul s-ays he will go to work, And Foots will go to State. Fred will be the farmer V ' ith the mile— a— minuue gait ! ,f Hick says, she will type .all day. Yes, Lena says the S me. J. L. t. is not so sure Of anything so taiv.e I 9, .. Little One to C. ?. goes. And Hank will work with soil. Charlie, too, says ' Cal ' for me 1 ' El ' nor seeks dramatic toil. 4 ' Gene ma. ' y to Pacific go, Or at a job she ' ll be. If you drop in at Munson ' s, The writer you will see. T Mary vatt ' 28

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•• PROPIiECY for the GLASS of 1928 In a very conspicuous- place in the Personal Coli;iinn of the leading newspapers of the world, readers, during the month of May, 1948, might have seen the following insertion: MEMBERS OF THE CLASS OP ' 28, LIBERTY UNION HIGH SCHOOL, call at once at home of B. J. Callaghan. Big reunion planned; come early and make the rush; departure scheduled for June 8. (signed) B. J. Callaghan. It certainly attracted attention, and Mr. Callaghan ' s ' home ' became the rendezvous for some 19 not-so-young people who began arriving on June 7, The first member, who arrived at his call, was Rendall Burroughs. Rendall had changed remarkably . He wore spectacles of the horn-rimmed variety, a derby hat, rather a too-large flowing necktie, and loose, baggy trousers, Rendall- had, throu gh some trick of Fate, developed very muchly bowed legs, too. He brought with him his wife, formerly Thelma Richardson. Thelma had not changed very m uch, except that she seemed very quiet and sub- dued, in comparison with the old Thelma of our school days. Rendall v as the United States Ambassador to Rome, and his wife said that she was just a housewife We, Major Callaghan and- I, after ushering in the Ambassa- dor, were startled by a sudden, loud banging upon the door. Reed Cowan, the stiff-looking English butler who- stood at the side, sprang towards the door, and, as he opened it, the poor fellow who had been panting outside, fell in. V ith the assistance of the Major, the Ambassador to Home, and the butler, he was plac- ed in a chair, and revived. He was a grimy, be-whiskered, rag- gedy hobo. . His hat slouched dov n upon one eyebrow, A pair of overalls, a blue chambray shirt which was held together by means of nails, etc., a pair of shoes which had once been better, and a roll of would-be blankets constituted his wearing apparel and his baggp.ge. Mio on earth was ' he? I was sure that I had never seen anyone to compare with him, but still there was something famil- iar about his grin and there was a familiar note in his voice when he said Hello folks I At last the light of recognition seem- ed to come to us. It was Fred Heidorn ! By way of explanation, he began a long story of his adven- tures, and, incidentally, his misfortunes. ' His Ford had gone f looey in Minnesota, to use his own words, and he had to v alk to New York. Then a cop had chased him, and- - There he is! he shouted, - Yes there came a cop riding up to the door on an old black horse. Well, for cryin ' out loud, ejaculated the butler. What ' s the matter with you, Freddie? That ' s Hnnk Shellenberger. He ' s on the Royal North West Mounted Police. Didn ' t he know you? JG