Polytechnic High School - Polytechnic Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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2-cl l- filo 21.5 J 0 i-' 1171. uf. 1 'fi 'S tkcfii. -L ' i' 'H ax' Wi? . .' -- ' , Ji, 11 v 1 z mr My xlgkf' ghxi, :gy Y X - -.I Y Au--J fffej . Li AU A gg - Lb 'Q' 1 5' S591 f J.l.l 'f fi NAR Q Bai se fe Nun upon a time we, too, wore big, stiff hairbows and forj short black and white checked Norfolk suits. We, too, were properly looked down upon and squelched at every meal by our elder sistern and brethren, who thought that they carried the cares and dignity of the school upon their bony shoulders because they could scrawl H. 4 after their signa- tures. tl thought that meant 4 helpings until informed by brethren that it stood for Super-man or Super-woman, as the case might be.J Therefore in order that you, the Seniors of '21, '22, and '23 may be saved some of this mortification, we hereby inscribe lto write downl the life history of each and every Super-man and woman ot' the class of June,'20, during his or her healthy sojourn through Poly Highg knowing full well that you will profit by our lessons. Our kind heart, or hearts, prompt, or prompts, us to do this in words of few syllables, so that you will not have to study, translate, or ponder over it. Necessity is the mother of invention is as true as the unwritten class lll0lt0, Hang together or we'll hang separately. NVe have experienced both activities. During our first year we invented a brand new set of excuses and jokes, which have since worn rather threadbare but still hold good, when occasion demands. Our second year saw a few more gray and white hairs resignedly borne by our honorable faculty. All we can say to apologize is to sing softly in chorus: I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean to do it. As Juniors we began to talk mysteriously of Class Meetings and Dances and Pins. We grew bold, dared to take the lady of our choice to the dances and games. Conscientiously forgotten are the quakes and breath-holding moments we inva- riably felt before our cards were passed outg also the hours we spent after school, and meekly, ever and ever so meekly, raised right hands and whispered, Please, Miss Q , may I go at five? Innumerable are the deeds we have accomplished as High Seniors, aml ever- lasting our fame. Never before has a single class held so many candy sales, dances, and rallies. Truly the school was generous in putting up with our nerve, even though the janitors did murmur once, when the building was almost snowed under with popcorn. We admit very frankly that we have made mistakes, but they were few and far between, and on the whole we are a well-meaning, kindly and fun-loving bunch. To further prove this fact I would have you glance over the virtues of the personnel of the Class of June, '20, as follows: First and foremost comes our Class President, Paul Shannon. Cliindly omit 'abt Page Thirty-one

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ROLAND ZIMMEHMAN As lhe Farultg knows him As we know him- Zinnniv Whore io find him-Court How he looks to us-Dutch Vocation in 1950--ASt1'cM sun-vpc-1' QRJI' W..-Ng , x HICHARIJ LAKE the Favully knows him As we know hi1n4 Tohy XVhc-re to Ilnd him-Blue Luke How he looks io usANVolI fs-il Vocation in 1950--Modol . .fu K CLARA KRONHOLM As the Faculty Icnows her As wc know lxm'- Clara VVhere to find her- Third fluox- How she looks to llSflwC'0k Vocation in 1950-Vallltlc-x'ilIv Shu' CLINTON ROSS As lhe Faculty knows him - As wc know himA Clini NVlll'l'l' to find him-Missing How he looks to us-Blank Vocation in 1950AIrish Sym- phony Puyv Thirly

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all applause.J His fame as a basketball and baseball player is widespread. Student Body treasurer, president of the Poster Club, P. H. S. yell leader-oh, his record is too long! Suffice to say that he is the pride of June, '20, Backing him up is dainty Ottelia Bindewald, as vice-president. You have surely seen her, prominent at the dances, and in all social activities. There is only one thing wrong with Ottelia, she hates gymnasium, but thenl. Our second vice-president has, by the efficiency of the higher officers, been spared from much actual service along that line, but the basketball Midgets could not exist without him. The Drama Club would feel slighted and-oh, who is he? Of course, little, smiling Jerome Smith. Ethel Mohr is our class valedictorian. Ethel has probably done more for her school and class than any other girl of June, '20. She has successfully filled the offices of vice-president of the P. H. S. A. S. B., president of the Girls' Student Body, and vice-president of the National Democratic Convention during this past semester. Walter Terry has held almost every office that it is possible for an interested, loyal, wide-awake Polyite to hold. Why did the school elect him? They recog- nized the good stuff that is in him, and that whatever he undertook to do, he did, and did well. Walter has yet to meet a problem that he cannot solve. He is our salutatorian. Secretary of the class and drama lover, that's Captain Harry W. Witt. Minutes and hours are all the same to Harry. He cares not nor tires- when drilling his cadets. Oh, surely, he'll rival General Pershing some day. Our quiet, handsome treasurer may well be taken for a pattern for all future treasurers that wish to succeed. Marshall Davies never pesters nor embarrasses you by inquiring into your financial state. He gets the coin just the same. Have you heard him warble the clarinet? Now, just what an A. C. Shark is may be a mystery to some of the feminine gender, but if you will glance at Clarence Baker and Burrage Weiss you will see two such beings, who, we assure you, have no competitors. Wireless and elec- trical appliances have no puzzles for them. Can you imagine them changing places with Bernita Reddy and Clara Kron- holm? Sweet Bernita and Clara fearlessly challenge anyone to come up to their standard as milliners or dressmakers. The R. O. T. C. Band would not be complete without the curly-headed bass, Clinton Ross and Ray Resing. The former seldom makes much noise except in the band, the latter's fame for chivalry and manliness needs no further advertisement. Ray has successfully carried almost twice as many hours as any other of his class- mates, and deserves a great deal of credit for his ambition. If you dislike history youill find a sympathetic ally in Catherine Shankling she just can't make herself a history fanatic, she's too full of fun. We envy her her bobbed, blonde hair. Sydney Hawkins's golden head, also bobbed, is chuck full of knowledge, English, history, French, and everything. Guess Sydney knows 'bout all there is to know. A game sport, grand good companion, and a heroineg she is all of them. How would you like to have a jynx tagging you around, that kissed you with flu, or sprained your ankle or something else, every time you looked at you own shadow? Tiny Lauretta McClelland and Dorothy Seebeck are inseparable. Their favor- ite little trick is rushing down the hill to class half a minute late, every morning. How do I know? I'm right behind them. Page Thirty-Iwo 'GUY ignlytttbnit