Lowell High School - Red and White Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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Kimio Topa: It pays to study ROBERT TONNESEN: What need we say about Bob? CLIFFORD TOOLEY: Our pocket edition. MADELINE TRACY: ‘‘Sweet- er than the roses...” RAYMOND TRUELSEN: ‘Chess a good fella BERNARD TURGEON: He's bound for success. DUANE TWEEDDALE: Now we're kidding MARY TWEEDIE: Quiet and studious BARBARA TAYLOR: We neve! tired of her tones PHILIP TYRWHITT: Nothing bothers him YVONNE UPHOLD: A future Angel of Mercy Hans Ury: Enjoys learning MILTON VAIL: My hobby— gym ANNA VALENKO: Of course, I’m in a hurry WALTER VELLA: My weak- ness—'‘A’s”’ Tutte VORSTER: Leaves a Shield vacancy HowA RD VOLDMAN: “How” played ball for Lowell ROBERT VON DER LEITH: Here’s a real musician BETTY WALDEN: Those unt- forms fascinate me THOMAS WALES: Carrot- topped R.O. biggie HENRY WALSH: A natural leader DorOTHY WARREN: Sports galore! JUNE WarsInc: ''A pretty girl is like a melody ’ BFVERLEY WATSON: Here today. gone tomorrow MARJORIF WEIGEL: Every- one’s friend CLAIRE WEINHOLD: Nifty and nice, say that twice DONALD WELLS: He liked the cor-inne his apple MARGARFT WELTY: Let the flame burn brighter JACQUELYN WEYL: A small bundl e of cuteness BEVERLY WHITCHURCH: Is another bewitching blonde BARBARA WHITE: Perfection personified RITA WIELAND: Is one of Lowell’s “‘A’”’ grabbers —te Jrne -

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WILLIAM SHERIDAN: Is Poly glad he finished? JosEPH SHIJO: Shuffles the crayons with artistry Lois SIDEMAN: She skated, she sang, she worked CHARLES SIMMONS: He’s another pigskin prancer PATRICK SIMMONS: An ath- lete at heart RUTH SIMPERS: Our auburn flame MAXINE SIpPES: She really got things done Joyce Skopp: A “G.W.”’ convert DorotHyY SMITH: “‘I hope jobs are plentiful’’ ERNEST SMITH: The silent type HowArD SMITH: Is State bound IAN SMITH: So long, pal ELEANOR SNEAD: Hockey won't be the same MAXINE SoBEL: Another Pyoen driver ! WRANALD SODESTROM: ‘“‘Jam- boree Jones, II’’ ; Dora Spouse: We'll miss you, Dora GEORGE STANLEY: Played while they marched EVELYN'| STANTON: Why so serious? Doris STEELE: Literature lover ELIZABETH STEWART: Right up there with Pons DorROTHY STRANTON: Will soon sing ‘“‘All Hail’’ JUNE SUTTON: ‘‘Farm’’ bound—need we say more? MARY SUZUKI: Silence is golden PATRICIA SYNAN: The de- pendable type WILLIAM TAKAT: A steady CSE er MASATO ‘TANABE: Masato Tanabe—rah! JOHN P, TayLor: Good ol’ dip Sa i he JOHN W. Taytor: A Poly transfer—congrats ELAINE ‘THIBODEAU: Her motto: ‘‘Be prepared”’ ROBERT ‘THOMSON: ‘The rooting section’s favorite ROBERT THURBAN: He went through in 31% years NORMAN TIERNEY: Norm braved the Caf

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ANNE WIGLE: Shield prexy and a good sport FRANK WIGMORE: Brains, brawn, and UM! DAvip WILLIAMS: All hail, prexy CONSTANCE WILSON: Come back often, Connie GEORGIANNE WILSON: Ah, an aquabelle! LOREE WILSON: A cage queen WILLAMAY WISSING: They don't come any better UrsutA WOLFF: ‘“‘Brain Trust’’ prexy BETTE WooparD: The best is none too good JosEPH WYNN: Casaba ka- doodaler KUNITAKE YAMANAKA: Can you spell this? EIKO YosuHiIzaTo: A killer- diller on the violin ROSALIE ZIEGLER: My king- dom for a horse THERESE ZIEGLER: I ride, too DONALD AIRD: He had his fun at Redondo Beach MARGARET ENGSTROM: She adores movie stars Sot Press: The scientific type JOHN SANZ: Bonne chance a usted! PuHiLip LEE: Who's Lowell’s cutest boy and why am I? EpwIN ANDERSON: A Hono- lulu lulu (To the memory of our departed classmate, Bev Hermann, we dedicate these brief words. This was to be her graduating class; now she must be with u in spirit alone.-—Editor) . With the perfume of spring and its roses Or the sound of a sweet melody, Or the note in a voice full of laughter, A vision of you comes to me. For your room was banked high with flowers As sweet as the smile on your face; Your expression was peaceful, contented, When you left for that far-away place. And I know that there you are happy, Eternally young, sweet, and gay, That the blue of your eyes will never dim Nor your flaming red hair turn to gray. ‘Tho the land where you are may be distant Far over Life's sheltered Bay, I'll cross the sea that’s between us, And I’ll meet you there some day.