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

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Prophecy of the Class of '34 Pihl-Hey Lawrence, c'mon play tennis. fNo answer.j Lawrence Ericllsen-Whatis the matter? Pilxl-Well. you promised that you'd play tennis. Erichsen-Aw, this book's more fun than tennis. Ever read a thing of Conan Doyle's? Pihl-Sure, Sherlock Holmes. Ericllsen-Well, but this is better. Wfhe Lost World , sit down and read it together. I'll read one chapter and you another. 1940 in the lost world. We are entering into a beautiful valley with mountains surrounding it. Our attention is attracted to strange holes in the side of the mountain. We discover that these holes are the caves in which the natives live. As we approach there is a tre- mendous rush for the caves. Erichsen-I wonder what in the world is the matter with them? Can it be that they're afraid of our pet dinosaur? Pihl-That's probably it-let's blow our horns so they can see there will be no harm. Down the valley there runs a beautiful stream. Let's go over there. What's that fellow doing? Erichsen-Look, it's Frohlichg I wonder what he's doing. Pihl-It looks as though he were teaching a swimming class. Erichsen-But whom is he teaching? Pihl-Look, he's showing a school of fish the latest strokes. Farther down the stream we see a life guard perched on the trunk of a tree, with an elegant coat of tan. As we arrive the rest scurry to the woods. But the life guard comes to meet us and we recognize Masakazu Fujii. He calls to the people to come out and we recognize Jack Izu, Bill Kato, Rankin Kimura, and K. Oku, who runs up our pet's bent neck to greet us. Hiya J ack, Hi Bill, Hi Rank, What's doin' Babe? Oh, just taking a dip. This water is almost as pure as a crystal and it's just the right temperature. Rankin tells us that up the river there is another tribe of people so we hastily depart. As we proceed, we go under the trees of a large grove. B L U E A N D G R A Y Iwenty-three

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I, Leon Rahe, do bequeath all the knowledge about 'cenunciatinw' and pronounciatin' which I acquired in Public Speaking to Arno Ragghianti. I, Adeline Rose, bequeath to Camille Kortes my feminine tastes of picking out new comers, especially those with classy cars. I, Evelyn Sachau, bequeath my uschool-girl complexion to Edith Carney. I, Itsuye Sakai, will my promptness in doing things to Joseph Grant. I, Dorothea Schultze, bequeath my means of finding transportation to baseball games to Nan Peters. I, Kingsley Selenger, bequeath my gigolo characteristics to Henry Eschen. I, John Shenk, do bequeath my willingness in taking some Los Altos girls to and from school to John Mack. QSO you think you can get a car, John?j I, Scott Seitz, bestow upon Katharine Bewley the care of my younger brother, John. I, Lucille Singh, bequeath my brightness in French to Reynolds Camp. I, Ross Spenser, will my place in the line-up of the Four-Horsemen to Gwen Van Epps. I, Peter Stahor, will my position on the 120-lbs. teams to Pete Spiely. I, Alan Stanish, will my uratingn with the women to Pat Nesler. I, Hildred Stanish, bequeath my Shakespearean acting to Bob John- ston. I, Frank Swall, bestow upon Jack Randall my courtin' in the halls. I, Phyllis Sweeney, bequeath the care of my younger sister, Nell, to Lew Vidovich. I, Betty Theuerkauf, will my skill at horseback riding to Bill Cham- berlain. I, Laverna Vincent, will my expression, uWell, I'm pretty particular to Freddy Pfleger, who may also have some use for it. I, Jane Wllittington, will my mirror and cosmetics to Kirby Van Leuwen. I, Pete Zarevich, do bequeath my ability and fastness of tackling in football to James Jennings. twenty-two B I.. U E A N D C R A Y

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Erichsen-Look out, duck! I do so, and we both blow our horns. Immediately a squadron of men swings down from the trees and Swall grabs the cocoanut and runs around left end. Whom do we greet but Pete Draper, Pete Zarevich, Pete Stahor, Pete Rahe, Pete Newnan, Pete Hardiman, Pete Haulman, Pete Spenser, Pete Stanish, Pete Gleason, and Pete Swall. As they swarm up to greet us, we realize with mingled feelings that we are meeting our old friends of the Slavoda Club, all of whom are named Pete. In an admiring group gathered around a rock shelf are Betty Ingraham, a waltzerg Peggy Mylrea, Phyllis Sweeney, Betty Theuerkauf, Jane Whittington, and Matilda Herrero, who are watching a cave woman jumping through some antics that resemble the prehistoric carioca. Ah, it's Janet Hartz. A shaggy-haired ape man on the left mutters something unin- telligible which with great difficulty we interpret to be UAW Nertzf' On closer inspection, we find that it is Ed Moore. On the right we see John Shenk waddling around Stone Henge, and there we see Anthony Nicholas putting the shot as in the days of old. This time he is putting a huge boulder about the size of Bill Loerke. Farther down the stream we see a group of girls standing around a bamboo pole. They are doing a Maypole dance using wild vines as streamers: Rachel Hansen, Marian Kortes, Marjorie Drum, Marjorie Daneke, Clara lsaksen, Adeline Rose, Luretta King, Hildred Stanich, Florence Noll. Close by is another part of the May Party and we recognize in the center the Queen of the May, Tomoko Kiyomura. Her maids in waiting are Kinuye Myashita, and Louise Nagao. The herald, Itsuye Sakai, is about to crown her. We figure that the queen will have headaches, not due to worries but to the heavy stone crown. We ford the stream, catching sight of two studious mortals, reading from stone hooks and writing their observations in the sand. Behind the tremendous thatch of whiskers we recognize our old friends Alan Stanich and Ernest Dunham, and we know that they must be getting up a student book program. Going upstream we see some men play- ing a game hitting a small green cocoanut with a stick of wood, and we hear a voice that sounds familiar, saying, 'GHey, Brandon, quit jumping around out there on second base. Who do you, think you are? Mickey Mouse? At short stop we see Maxine Minton who used twenty-four B L U E A N D C R A Y