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

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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

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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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to be known as Minnie in her younger days. There is a loud report, the cocoanut goes to Minnie, from Minnie to Mickey Mouse, and over to Seitz playing first base. A double play but OH! Seitz dropped it, and there is a cave lnan on first. Selenger-Hey, Seitz, get the air out of the inner tube. Seitz-Aw, cocoanuts to you, Selenger. Selen- ger-Hey, Gear, quit stalking around out there like a stork. Come on in and play cocoanuts as you should. We see a scrap over at third base between the third baseman and the third base coach. The coach is down and is down and is being beaten to a pulp by the third base man. Selenger-Hey, Hil- see, take it easy. You're too strong for that ape man. They proceed with the game. The pitcher, Mason Funabiki, winds up and throws the cocoanut. The umpire calls it a nut. Mason throws three more and the ump calls them all nuts. The cave man gets a base on nuts. Selenger-Hey, Radisich, look those nuts over. Are you blindg give it a break. Radisich-Yah, I'll give you a break on the head with a cocoanut. At catcher we see Walter Theobald. Selenger-Hey, Theobald, get your paws out in front. This is no time for manicur- ing fingernails, especially a big he-man like you. Off in the distance we see a man running. In asking who it is and why he is doing it we find that it is Robert Popovich taking a little exercise running over the lost world. Let's hope he doesn't get lost. We leave hurriedly as we hear there is a tribe of wild women farther up stream and that no one dares go beyond the bend in the river. On our way our dinosaur, sensing fear, becomes jittery, and it is quite difiicult for us to stay on his back. We now come to the bend at the river and we hear a loud Tarzan-like yell and see a woman swinging on vines to go tell her tribe. We put the dinosaur into high speed. As we catch up to the sentinel, we see that it is Esther Pop- ham, and she recognizes us, and we give her a ride in our rumble seat. She tells us that she is on watch for a tribe of wild women in the next cliff house. They are rustling in the tall grass, and the tribe comes to meet us, each with a handy cocoanut under her arm. But the sentinel tells them that we are friends, and whom do we see as wild women but Evelyn Sachau, Elsie Frigerio, and Electa Edwards as Chief cocoanut throwers. In the background are Margaret Kuhnle, B L U E A N D G R A Y twenty-five