Punahou High School - Oahuan Yearbook (Honolulu, HI)

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So we come to the last lap — Senior Academy. Some have left us, many have joined us. The Lincoln moh descends upon us en masse. In the three years that follow we carve our names in the class of 1930 Roster of Who ' s Vho according to our ambitions and inclinations. Bunny, Marian, Bug, Trent, Cedie, and Euclid choose dramatics as their special interest and scintillate before the footlights in The Great Broxopp and The Devil in the Cheese. From the moment Marian lands a la freight until her final lines, she has her audience on the very edge of their seats and all agog lest they miss one wise-crack. Euclid in Lindy attire is a real story book hero. While in The Great Broxopp, ' Bunny and Bug captivate their audience — as the press agents say. Porky, Gosling, and Catherine win literary medals. Dorrance, Marguerite, and Trent talk the judges into giving them Damon Contest honors. Francis, Wire Jane, and Tommy get the honor roll habit and can ' t stop it. The gridiron attracts Field, Campbell, Rice, W ong, Fernandez, Buscher, Cutter, Newport, and Kishi, where they do their best for Punahou. In swimming we produce se eral mermaids and others who are mere men. Gin Gin, Julia, Anita, Spotler, Bill, David, P. S. Gage, Jr., and Sexton rre among those who splash for time and place. Out on the track David and Gosling burn up the mile, and Captain Rice proves him elf the king of the prep school sprinters. Pete goes over the top with ease and eclat plus the aid of a pole. Campbell, Cutter, Piltz, and Fernandez make the diamond glitter and baseball fans sit up and take notice. But none of these sport write-ups is complete without a tribute to Hop and Hoggie, who as managers were on the job sixty seconds of every minute. No class has produced finer sportsmen or better examples of Punahou Spirit — the real stuff. Betty Judd, Lila, Izzy, Marie, and Elaine do their stuff in P. G. A. A. and proudly sew yellow P ' s to their sweaters. Dorrance, Doris, and Marian Warren dance their way into the hearts of Caprice ' s audiences and sta - there. We are the first class to hold chapel in Dillingham Hall. In our Junior year, the Student Body is organized, and Leabert is its Senior year President. He conducts chapel and asks us to be early at Hui as we are going to have an interesting speaker. To give all the high-up apropos of this wonder class would mean a second Britannica. Our fame goes forth, and new members annex themsehes until the class is the largest on record The faculty, too, breaks a record, for they abso- lutely agree on one subject, that being that no more satisfactory class has ever passed through the Wilder Avenue, the Alexander, or the Hasting Street gates, — going out. 25

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original classes, while we as patrons of the arts stand by, elucidating, instruct- ing, and fingering everything in sight. Another stupendous undertaking is our Bunny Rabbit sale. Happy hours and not a few bruised thumbs go into the cutting, drawing, and painting of rabbits of every shape and hue. Sometimes our imaginations run amuck, and a pink or lavender bunny causes consternation in the hutch. It is our first experience as salesmen, when our wares, or rather, hares, go on the market at the rock bottom prices of fi e and ten cents. Maybe this first lesson in high-powered salesmanship is the answer to why, aj Seniors, we were able to stage the most successful Hui-Oahuan Rummage Sale in Puna- hou ' s history. We hold our first class picnic. Probably to prepare us for the wide, wide world into which we are soon going, our Teacher initiates us into a very new and most thrilling pastime called Post Office . We give forfeits — nuff sed ! Hop grasps the rudiments of the game faster than any of us, and with what zest and enjoyment he does! But ask him for all the details. He may blush, but he ' ll give you the lowdown. He just couldn ' t forget that first fling of his! We must stage a fitting finale. Our inventive minds set themselves to the task, and lo an inspiration comes to us. We will be flowers, lovely little flowers. What could be more fitting? We evolve marvelous tissue paper costumes of shrinking violets, red, red, roses, and fair lilies. We compose verses appropriate to a modest pansy or glowing sunflower. We are dear little blossoms ready to decorate Junior academy. A bit reluctantly we pass down our baseball, our top, and our jump rope to little brother and sister. We are in Junior Academy now. Doris appears in long black cotton stockings and produces a compact. Maternal protests go down in defeat before the onslaught that follows, and three-quarter soxs go to the rummage sale. If only those mothers could have looked into the Stockingless future, how many saddened hearts would have been cheered! We go to Miss Appleby ' s dramatic classes and add super and keen to our vocabularies. On Who ' s Who Day we run the gamut from Ichabod Cranes to dainty powder puffs. We dramatize the Man Without a Country and the Lady of the Lake , — both the man and the lady covering themselves with laurels. Three of our number are the first of a long li- t to win their letters, — Bill New- port in swimming, Harry in football, and Cutter in baseball. The Endowment Fund has our financial support to aid it. We sell fudge and butterscotch in five-cent packages, each short-weighed by at least one delectable mouthful before it reaches the final consumer. And just to be different we run a punch sale, fully seasoned by various and sundry fingers. We pre-date Lei Day m Hawaii by a wonderful May Festival. Losse is our beauteous Queen. Can ' t you just see her and her May Queen curls? As vigorous and efficient Student Body president, Lucille sways a firm sceptre. Few are the daring ones to run in the halls when Lu is around. Eddie takes his first lessons in cheer-leading o a chorus of Oh, isnt he cute? 24

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Now, as aptly expressed by Shakespeare, we have played our little parts — and many of us in our time have played many parts. After twelve years we sing Oahu-a, Oahu-a, Punahou our Punahou for the last time as students. With the work of these years have been many compensating joys in the way of happy times and binding friendships. Punahou has given to us freely, fully, and of her best ; now she sends us forth, but we take her with us, — a part of our very life blood. This description of the class of 1930 is quite inadequate. Justice cannot be done it until a second Webster thinks up a few bigger and better words. 26