Mountain View Union High School - Blue and Gray Yearbook (Mountain View, CA)

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SENIIDR WILL Class of February, 1933 VVe, the Midyear class of '33 do will and bequeath: To the school at large: Sorrow and regret of the noblest and most genera ous type for losing the best, worst, and smallest class that ever had enough grit to graduate in February. To the Iuniors: Our place as bosses of the school, which they may never possess, we hope. To the Sophomores: Our sympathy-You're only half way through, To the Freshmen: Our congratulations-You're not as 'Agreenn as the new ones coming in. To the Faculty- Mr. Aitkin: A bottle of chloroform. Miss Birkland: A few postgrads. Mr. Bollinger: A few of the latest books H901 Captain Brunton: Some ones in history. Mr. Campbell: Some rusty, worn-out saxophones and a trumpet. Miss Costa: Some door keys to play on, for a change. Miss Coleman: A few Ufivesf' Miss.Doak: Our old black and white suits. Mr. Gibson: All our dramatic ability. We have so much. Mr. Grubb: 'AOur lucky charm football stars' suits. Miss Hogan: Some operas. Mrs, Doust: A new marriage license. Miss Mylne: All the insects and wild flowers from our class. Miss Pearce: All our faded-out colors. Miss Schmidt: Our good English. Mr. Smith: Tortillas, frijoles, y cebollas. flixcuse us, please, he can't read Englishj Mr. Sypher: A gold basketball. Mr. Thompson: Sympathy for losing us. Miss 'Wilburx Our ability to act in Shakespearian plays, Mr. Wilder: A grammar school text on arithmetic. I, Michael Angelo, do will and bequeath to Miss Mercedes Pearce, my ability of posing for an artist. l, lean Abe, do will and bequeath to Ruth Wittinqton my lovely blond hair. nineteen thirty-three 23 BLUE AND GRAY ,

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shouldered from stooping so much. Ah, there goes the whistle. The man is getting up-and-it's Chester Eschenln how fitting! There's a billboard advertising 'I-Iow to Re- duce,' by Thelma Noah, one of America's health authors! Back in the old U, S. A. again: but what's this? A house! Wonder what it's like inside? What colors! It must be the home of an artist. Who's sitting there painting? I-Ier profile looks fa- miliar. Why-yes-it's Eva Viscovichf' What next? asked Tony, delightedly. Doesn't Little Old New York look great? Oh! Its newest night club. What peppy music they have. Well, how on earth, Iohn Cutler-the leader. Say, that smiling face at the piano looks very, very familiar, Sure enough, it's Gladys Knudsenf' A big house flashed into view, Cn the lawn a little curly-headed boy was playing. His nurse is speaking to him, 'iCome, Carl, like a good boy. Wh-wh- Tony expostulated, Hits Lucilie Reynolds' The wide open spaces flashed into view. Look at that rider coming, said Tony admiringlyg he sure knows how to ride. H---Q why+er-a-hum, it's a she! And it's Ann Tepsich at that. Enough said. Look at that tiny shack out there all alone. Must be empty. No, there's some smoke coming from that chimney. Scene shifts to the inside. Look at the maps on the table. There's a man and woman. They're turning around nowg why, it's Ioel DuBose and Alma Rose, together as usual. 'iDear, dear, murmured Tony. 'iThat girl does--why-she's- say! Well, I'll be dinged. It's Ann Popovich! A botanist. How tenderly she touches those flowers! And that's all, eh? said Tony. That's wonderful, Don. You'll certainly get a patent for that, And once again Tony fell to musing. But he sook awoke. Say, Don, was that all there were?-students, I mean, that graduated when we did? Yes, smiled Don, that was all. That was quite a few, I think. Isn't it funny how far each has gone?-and there are no two careers alike! There is a small world after all when it 'comes to a machine like this. And Don caressed it lovingly. And the two sat there for-shall we leave them there with their fond memories and withdraw. quietly to the unknown? It's best because they'll soon be saying that life is a stage -etc. 22 nineteen thirty-three BLUE AND GRAY

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I, Iohn Carey, do will and bequeath to Henry Marshall my Scholarship standing. I, Iohn Cutler, do will and bequeath to Douglas King my ability to walk home with my woman. I, Ioel DuBose, do will and bequeath to Frank Swall my formula of working my pull with Captain. V I, Chester Eschen, do will and bequeath to Bud Mastin my ability to 'Astand still for ten minutes. I, Rhoda Fischer, do will and bequeath my dramatic ability to anyone who can die gracefully. I, Gladys Knudsen, do will and bequeath to Edythe Sweeney my ability to stick to one man. I, Thelma Noah, do not will and bequeath anything to anyone, on account of the depression. I I, Tony Polizzi, do will and bequeath my mustache to any Fresh-- man boy. t I, Anna Popovich, do will and bequeath my fastness to Katherine Bewley, who needs more pep. I, Lucille Reynolds, do will and bequeath to Iosephine Marcella my job as chaperone between Diana Marcella and, or, well tjust guessj. I, Don Rodeen, do will and bequeath my stunning profile to Arno Ragghianti, who needs it worse than I do. I, Alma Rose, do will and bequeath to Adeline Rose, Ioel's little brother, Iohn. I, Mary Rose, do will and bequeath to anyone who will have him, my advisory teacher, Mr. Thompson. I, George Scott, do will and bequeath to Ed. Sharp my resem- blance to I-Iarpo Marx. I, Catherine Stahor, do will and bequeath to Elsie Erigerio the care of my little brother. I, Ray Scharman, do will and bequeath to Mr. Gibson my ability to master Utrippingly on the tongue. I, Ann Tepsich, do will and bequeath to Thomas Brunton my sister, Little Eva. I, Margaret Vidovich, do will and bequeath to Iackie Cardoza a few inches. I I, Eva Viscovich, do will and bequeath my flirting ability to Louise Connor. ' I, Eloise Walton, do will and bequeath to Esther Brooking my power over men like Iimmy. 24 nineteen thirty-three BLUE AND GRAY