Lompoc High School - La Purisima Yearbook (Lompoc, CA)

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t.oMPoe UNIONJIIGH seuoor. The L. U. H. S lags Ulm RYZ X THE LINEMANH Tell you about the excitement on the job? I'll admit theri-'s plenty of it at that. You never can tell whether you'll get nailed yourself one day or see the next fellow knocked, for a lineman's day. is pretty grim sometimes. But Ilve always figured this way: if a current of electricity comes along with 1ny name on it, no matter whether I'm wearing rubber gloves or working with a t.en foot stick, it will get me anyhow. ' ' ' ' But I'll admit I've been scared aplenty. I'll never forget the day I began work. The first morning I went on the job was told to grunt for a young man named Kelly. He started on up the line, whistling: I followed, somewhat puzzled as to whether the term grunt was to be taken literally or not. Pretty soon we reached our work and Kelly showed me a transformer. X Now, see here, he said, if you work this thing this way you get four forty volts, and if you work it the other way you get eleven thousand. Both of 'em will kill you. ' 'I'hat's all he said, and believe me, it was enough. I nearly passed out as it was. i But I liked Kelly and the job from the very start. He was a fine chap, always there when it came to showing you things, and so easy to learn from. Wl'hen I got around to the stage when I thought I knew a little we had fine times! He'd say, Now that fuse is supposed to go in this way, and he'd proceed to demonstrate. Naw! I'd argue, Don't you think you ought to make it go the other way? That way it'll overload right away. Oh, will it? he'd ask, looking up. And since when have you acquired such brilliance? he'd add witheringly. VVhy, it stands to reason that you ean't overload a fuse the way you're try- ing to. Might as well pile all the junk around I.ompoe on a poor Ford and expect it to run. There'd be about as much sense in that as in putting all'of 'Happy Valley on this fuse, I'd maintain, pulling a good bluff. By golly, kid, you may be right at that, he'd say, scratching. his head. Anyhow, it's worth looking intof' WV, I 2, Then no matter whether we were on a thirty or a fifty foot pole, he iwould climb down and I after him, and we would squat on the ground and argue the thing out. He generally was right, for he had it over me in experience. .But right away when we disagreed on something, I knew the1'e was no more work for a while. It was always, All right, let's get down and go over to the office, where it's warm, and finish this argumentf, A, , ,,,. , l hadn't been grunting Cwhich I found to mean working as xg-roundman'.'j for Kelly more than a month when, one afternoon, the boss told me to work on the line further south with another fellow. I didn't like to work with this man? He was a stumpy, queer, nervous Dutchman, who seemed to have heart trouble. A rm

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The L. II. II. S. LoMPoc uNxoN HIGH scuoox. THE SENIOR CLASS WILL VVC, the class of 'QI of L, U. H. S., Santa Barbara County, California, being of sound mind and sane disposition, do hereby publish and declare this our last will and testament: I, Lawrence Armstrong, do will my flaming hair to Hazel Scolari, that it may light her down, the path of knowledge. I, Dorothy Ashe, will my sweet disposition to Howard Smith. I, Ruth Burnor, will a foot or two of my height to Dora Morillo, but warn her to duck when she goes through a low door. I, Donald Cherry, do bequeath my cute little wiggle to Lawrence Heiges. I, Randall Daniels, do hereby will my athletic tendency, especially my ability with the bellesfnot dumbb, to Harold Risor. I, Neville De Vaul, give and bequeath my rose blush to Nina Knudsen, to aid and abet her coy nature. I,'Anderson Douglass, do bequeath my devilish temperament and shy-entific mind to Agnes VVestrope. I, Charlotte Douglass, do will my noisy and boisterous manner to Dorothy White. I, Lucile Fratis, do will my seriousness of mind to Gertie Rice. I, Cecilie Glidden, do bequeath my excessive weight to Skinny Lewis. I, Esther Glidden, do will my dislike of men to Kathryn Adam. She needs it. I, Olivia Grosse, do will my- comb to Carmen Oliver, on condition that she takes it to the dentist whenever it loses a tooth. I, Edna Godet, do entrust my desk as a waste paper basket to Milton Larsen, as hc has already made such splendid use of it in that capacity. I, Forrest Hibbits, do give, bequeath, and entrust to Maurice VVatson my superfluous stature and my ability to woo fair maidens. I, Cedric Huyck, do will my wildness to Remington Treloar. I, Ulga Larsen, do will my saucy lips and eyes to Earl Calvert for use during his courting days. I, Murray Hall, do will my baby voice to Edward Negus, but warn him not to drop it or it will crack. I, Irene Lewis, hereby bequeath my ability to train bashful boys in the ways of the world to Katherine Brendel, trusting she will develop it to the fullest extent. I, .lack Lundbery, do will my winning way with women to Andrew Dutra. I, Ted Lundberg, do will my big feet to Hugh Hall to be used for dancing only. I, Roy McHenry, will my irresistible way with the teachers to Charley Hibbits. I, Lothele Miller, do will my very successful art of bluffing to Ila Callis. I, Annie Scolari, bequeath my chair in the sewing room to Edna Van Clief, knowing that it will support only fair forms. I, Violet Shanklin, do bequeath a portion of my hair to every Junior bobby.f' I, Hal Stater, do give outright my share of the drinking fountain to Lea Palmer. I, Ethel Upton, do will my Armand lip-stick to Marguerite Klein, that it may enhance her beauty in the eyes of future admirers. I, Allan Westcott, bequeath my domineering personality to Artlmr Pearce. I, Elsie Van Clief, do will my brilliancy in Spanish III to Arthur Elexon. I, Alvin Schuyler, do will my bashfulness and charming innocence to Ray .Iac-obs, who is in dire need of both. IN VVITNESS VVHEREOF, we have hereunto set out hand and seal this thirteenth day of June, A. D. One Thousand Nine Hundred Twenty-four. CSEALJ fSignedj Class of 19241-. Lompoc Union High School. I 101

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The L. U. H. S. LoMPoc UNION HIGH SCHOOL man in that condition ought not to stick around where the currents are hot. VVell, anyhow, he and I and a couple of others went to work. Just as we were starting off, Kelly came up to me. Kid, 'Dutchie' was drinking and gambling all last night. For Heaven's sake be careful! I promised and walked away behind Dutchie Up we went to the top of nowhere on a fifty foot pole. We were pulling wire and we had to be careful, for it was hot. Right at the start I noticed that Dutchie was acting rather finicky. He'd push himself his way, then shift around nervously a little more. I didn't like his state of mind at all. I was busy on my end of the cross section and wasn't minding him much any more when suddenly I heard a funny wheeze. Instantly I realized what had hap- pened. I gave a warning yell to the men down below and whirled about towards the Dutchman. There he was, limp, with his foot on the twenty-three hundred and the four-forty in his hand. It had nailed himl A sickening odor of scorched flesh came to my nostrils. I pulled him loose and hung on to him while the men down below got ready for him. We got him down, and somebody came running up with a pulmotor. Maybe this would set up his breathing again, but the chances were mighty small. VVe strapped the rubber mask on his face and fell to pumpingg We worked for two hours, hut he never once showed any sign of life. It was night now. All the camp had gathered around, yet everyone was as quiet as the tomb. After the Dutchman had been wrapped in a blanket and carried away, Kelly took my arm and shook his head gravely. -H. S. '25. REGRET If it only could have beeng If I had only thought: But I didn't, And it's not. WVhat's the use to fret Worry and regret? lt's done! So let's forget. -Charles Hibbits, '25. A SKETCH His spurs clinked sharply as he strode into the little old store. He stopped and narrowed his eyes on something he saw 'on the counter. He stood there look- ing fixedly at the paper for a few minutes. Then he looked up and there was a look of furtive fear on his face as he said with an uncertain smile, I know that fellow they want there. As he said this he pointed at the paper on the counter at which he had been staring. But I don't know where he is now, he added dully. There was a hoarse murmur heard throughout the room as he spoke, for a large reward was up for the man's capture. Craftily the man had slipped from sight when he found out he was wanted. Some from the back of the group said indifferently, Why don't you hunt him up if you know who he is? You ought to be able to get some trace of yer pardnerf' But above the sound of his spurs as he stalked out of the room he was heard to mumble, I donlt want to find him. -Ted Lundberg, '24'. U21