Los Gatos High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Los Gatos, CA)

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Always quiet, undisturbed, dignified and cool. Edvige Cerruti, the fickle, jolly Miss, Is a living image of happy foolish bliss, Since she got so very low in her High School grade, The saying goes well, The less the better said. Master or Mistress, whichever you like best, Of Latin, German, French, Swedish and the rest. The only living specimen now alive With a title of Professor with affixes five. Nellie Mann, as her name implies, Is like a man who always flies. Nothing like the regular adaption, But a peculiar thing of her own contraption. She rises straight up in the air In weather bad or weather fair. She's a record breaker of some note, But very modest when she wrote. This little envelope is very, very small. It doesn't represent the sender at all. A modest young maiden, slightly frail, Not whom you may think, but Helen Fail. A splendid and flashing society Miss, Wears a watch on her ankle, not on her wrist. Who many and many a time has said No. To the numerous suitors who after her go, S0 you see she yet has a chance very fine, To make a good choice from the promising line. This one looks very neat and trim. It's all in poetry, from Mary Zim. For she has become Shakespeare's rival. And caused in poetry a great revival. High in the Sierras she has her home, And there writes jingles and tales of Rome. And epics and sonnets and epitaphs, Produced the world over on phonographs, Not least but last or last not least Is a figure upon which our eyes may feast, A fashion designer with Parisian fixtures, Yellow and pink or any such mixtures, For figures slender, small as toys, Then for others with avoirdupois. Side skirts, finger bows, all hyfolootin' VVho could it be but our friend Virna Hooton? This ends the list except for you and me, They know what we are and so do we: So let's ring off and go out to lunch. We'll drink to ourselves and then to the bunch. CAROLYN HUGHES DWIGHT RUGH 25

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Professor D. F. Godfrey, teacher of English stori At a private school for maidens fair, There he teaches and there does wear Fashionable clothes and silk socks fine. jovial and pleasing, but never gives a nine. He's got a good cook, good eats, you bet, And is thinking deep of marriage yet. Ethel Colbath, in her envelope filling Says the movies are certainly thrilling. She has the leading part in Julia Maud. A thrilling play of sea and land. She jumps from a cliff one thousand feet high, And then in the end she doesn't die. This comes from Paris Hotel de Onna. It's from Lucile, the world's Prima Donna. She can hit high X with a note so clear It'll carry ten miles, or pretty near. When she sings one song or a pretty lore, She pulls enough money for a year or more. She's happy and well as she always has been, And if she comes over she may drop in. ' This letter in envelope big and alarming Is from Evangeline, ever so charming. In a long black gown and with awesome mien, She honors the bench in the Court Supreme. For just decisions she's made quite a name, And far and wide has spread her fame. Here's a letter, if my eyes don't fail From Elsie, reporter for the Los Gatos Mail, A sample paper in which I hear es vital Los Gatos has four hundred sunny days in a year. The moon there shines in many bright ways, Perhaps they mistake some nights for the days. Lynda has had her letter typwritten. She keeps a place for things that are smitteng A hospital grand of the latest style, Steam-heated rooms, hot water all the while. Pretty bedrooms, every thing neatg Flowers at your head and at your feet, Flowers at your feet and at your head, COnly that is just when you are deadj, That a Los Gatos girl a nurse has become Should, as you know, be kept very mum. But of course in Mexico there may be Use for such things, not in Los Gatos,-see! This pretty letter in a pink envelope Must be from some one who can't elope. It's Edna Brown, no relation to John, The physical director best in town. She swings the husky dum bells and the club To the merry little tune of rub a dub a dubg She directs the pupils in an elementary school, 1 24

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IT III: I I 1 I I I I . I fi I I r , J. ,- m ' ' I Deathlike, Yet Alive It was dusk and the lamps were not yet lighted. All the room was filled with a dreamy dimness. I shut the ponderous volume I had been read- ing and looked out of the window. It was storming furiously outside and the rain pelted the glass like a host of tiny arrows. The spruce trees, silhouetted against the sky. swayed and tossed in time to the chanting of the wind. They bent, stood still, then flung themselves back till their fibers strained, throwing their limbs upward. Then swayed slowly, all in perfect rhythm, while the wind shrieked and wailed an accompaniment. It was like a witch dance, wild and weird. What magic were these dancers brewing? VVhat kind of a spell were they casting over me? I wondered and watched as they lifted and swung their branches while the keen rain shot thru them and hurled itself against the window. Faster and faster it fell till the glass was dimmed and I could see only the blurred shadows of the trees. JF Pk :If 31 lk Fl: flf PIC rk S4 PI: P21 PK HF Then all grew dark and still-deathly still-so dark and still that time seemed not. Then a gray light appeared, and a forest arose from the vague darkness. It was a strange forest. The trees stood close together, their frong-like branches hanging motionless and heavy as if to bear the weight of the oppres- sive vapors that steamed upwards. There was no sun, but only a dull grey light that cast no shadow. Off in the misty distance I saw the trees rise gray- green. The nearer ones were greener and darker while those in the fore- ground were quite distinct with dark shadows and soft high-lights. They were like palm trees-yet I had never seen palm trees like them, Below me lay a river-a wide river-deep, and still, and black, that seemed to have no banks but lost itself in the fathomless shadows. I saw the 26