Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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THE ECHO. LS Gould, for 1 know that she will miss my valuable assistance in that subject. My failing for the fair sex | bestow upon Ben Drake. [, Kenneth Bryant, leave my art of queen- ing to Guy Grosse, that he may be as popu- lar with the fair sex as I was. My abun- dant supply of hot socks I graciously will {9 Raford Leggett to add to his alread: large supply. I, Edna Crane, will my peaches and cream complexion to Allison Dickson, and my meek and gentle ways to Rosaline Boido. My well-worn, old bicycle I wil! to Miss Leddy, as she has so far to walk. I, Haltie Lewis, on this last and serious occasion, do will to Luella Sibbala my fa- vorite jeweled back comb, in hopes that she will appreciate my eenerosity. My scolloped collar I leave to Mr. Vivian as it is low and very comiortable. [, Gertrude Cnopius, do will and bequeath iny long, white sweater to cmily Reud, my dimples to Kintey Ahl and my art for stick- ing on my fiery steed, I leave to Weston Anderson. 1, Rohert Lockhart, bestow upon Walton Hasting my beautiful head of curly hair, which I think will add greatly to his appear- ance; tiny brown suit of clothes I leave to Chester Case, hoping that he will be as careful of it as [ have been. I, Jack Sibbald, do impart to Madeline Cowan my good opinion of myself, and m) case on Kathleen Miller I leave to William Morrow, hoping that he will call as often as [ did. sweater shall go to Fred Holmes. My last request is that my white I, Maud Hinds, knowing that my days are numbered, do solemnly confer upon Ly- mon Hehir my fondness for studying; my hook-strap I leave to Dorothy Steele in or- der that she may more conveniently carry home her books. The wads of gum under the lid of my desk I bestow upon Leo Noo- nan so that he may have something to do during study periods. I, Lulu Helman, leave to Erba Peugh my blond rat, knowing that she is in need of it. My fondness for laughing in the study hall I leave to Grace Dougherty, and my skill in hair-dressing | fondly bestow upon Nina Doyle. I, Victor McDaniels, leave my track suit to Mervin Forsyth, knowing that he is highly interested in athletics. My becom- ing “pomp” I leave to Edna Pierce as my most highly-prized treasure, which she must keep to remember me. I, Marie Farnlof, will to Mary Mathews, my frivilous way, which I hope will not cause as much trouble as it did me. My terrible habit of cutting I leave to Lena Jaun, that she may succeed as well as i did in not being caught. I, Ethel Purrington, leave my spectacles to Roy Kuvkendall, that they may increase nis aspect of profound wisdom. My pug nose must go to Vernon Ross to giv him that fetchingly saucy appearance, while my red skirt I leave to Gladvs Carithers, as know she is sadly in need of it. I, Beulah Lockwood, will my shrill giggle to Esther Scott, which must not bother the teachers in the study hall. My faithful, old steed that I always drive to school I leave to {he one most deserving. I, Constance Mader, bequeath my unsur- passable record of tardiness to the school. Please frame and hang it by Mr. Searcy’s 1 desk so that he wil! be more lenient with those who are not so proficient in this line. My tall, slim stature is to be left for Ada Smith. [, Howard Brush, wish to impart to Rae- gan Talbot my rosy cheeks; to Mr. Searcy | leave my rubber heels, and to Howard Gilkie must be given my brown kid gloves, hoping that these last gifts will be duly ap- preciated. We desire that the above be duly execut- ed, and as executor of this, our last will and testament, we appoint Mr. Sarcy, knowing that he will promptly attend to every detail. (Signed) Class of June, 1910. Vitnesses: Mr. Vivian and Miss McDermott.

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THE ECHO. a LR OY the one who thinks that he has a better show than I have. I, Beulah Miller, hand down, with a spirit of resiguation, to Albert Hockin, my fond- ness for rough-housing in the study hall. My glasses and iunch basket I leave to Blair Dickson, and to Toward Gilkie I bequeath all my old hair ribbons, with which to tie his stray locks. I, John Rued, leave my stunning kid brother, Paul, in the care of Edith McNutt, hoping that she will treat him kindly. My school clothes [I leave to Henry Brush, and my ability as a football player I will to Wes- ton Anderson. I, Elsie Rickard, give to Estelle Holches- ter my friend, Shirley, with the provision that she walk to and from the electric car with him so that he will not be lonely. To Russell Snyder I bequeath my lovely man- ners and attractive eyes, and my fondness for “cutting” [I leave to Ruth Luttrell. I, Percy Williams, bestow upon Ruth Thompson my much-cherished class pin. To all my other girl friends I leave a lock of my hair so that they will remember me when I have left this dear old school for- ever. My tan shoes I do hereby will to Mr. Barker. I, Anita Haub, before departing, do give and bequeath, my girlish and attractive style of hair dressing to Tda Haynie, and my supply of rats and false hair I bestow upon Gladys Eardly, in hopes that she may have more satisfactory results in puffing and marcelling her hair. To Ruby Ahl I leave my coquettish laugh, but hope that it will not bother Mr. Vivian as much as mine did, I, Hazel Graham, do leave to Lenora Moodey my “stand-in” with all the teachers, in hopes that in that way she may succeed in getting as many F’s as I did. To Elza Frese I give my abundance of fussy wool, hoping that she will be as careful as I was about keeping it up from my face. I, Parry Litton, do hereby bequeath my rosy cheeks to Cecelia Crowly, and my bash- ful ways to Charlotte Van Wormer. To Leo Noonan, I leave my industrious attitude, hoping that it might benefit him. I, Minnie Cooper, do give to Dorothy Smith my highly-treasured black sweater with the big “S” in hopes that it will fic ner as weil as it did me. To the one who 15 most capable I leave my position as cap- tain of the girls’ basketball team, and my favoritism with Mr. Vivian I leave to Blair Dickson. I, Grace Hinds, in this last will and testa- inent, leave to Gladys Hodgson my boister- ous laugh, and my “Buster Brown” collar to Albert Maroni, and my little watch to Dorothy Steele, that she may be able to be on time for schoo! once a week. I, Fleanor Smith, on this solemn occa- sion, do bequeath to Ida Haynie a few feet of my unnecessary height, my curly locks I leave to Helen Keegan, knowing that she will appreciate the same. My meek and gentle manner [ bestow upon Ruth Over- ton, hoping that my gift will be used to ad- vantage. I, Marion Pierson, or rather “Bill,” do give this day my graceful amble to Nina Doyle, my abundant supply of hair I do bequeath to Adah Smith, and my fondness for my history teacher I leave to Roy Kuy kendall. I, Joseph Lombardi, realizing that my time has come, desire to leave to Skip Grove, a handful of shot, which he will fina in the right-hand corner of my desk, with the request that it be taken from the build ing immediately. My popularity with the opposite sex I hand down to Lawrener foore. I, Kathryn Smyth, leave to Ralph Wal- lace my much-terasured specks in case he should lose his. One of my few freckles [ fondly bestow upon Marie Bish, together with my favorite sailor blouse. My auburn locks T bequeath to Jeffrevs Birch, and to Vera Dessau I leave my delightful gigele. I, Wilfred Luce, do hereby bequeath to Charles Clark, my prominent Roman nose, knowing that it will add much to his an- pearance, My “Latin pony” I leave to Nan

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THE ECHO. CLASS PROPHECY E had been praying to every divinity of earth and sky for help on that prop- hecy, but to no avail. But on the night of May, the 18th, when the earth pass- ed through the tail of Halley’s comet, we were overcome by the gases. Immediately we seemed to be in a far country; from all we had read, we knew it must be fair Italy. Coming along the dusty road was an organ-grinder, and when he saw us he struck up a gay tune. Stopping before us, he took off his hat and gave it to the monkey to pass for the coins; and we saw to our astonishment, Ralph, the once dignified and wily president of the June ‘to class. He said he had started out to see Europe again, but his funds gave out and he had taken up this high calling. We wished him success and, giving the monkey a nickle, passed on. It was grand opera season in Rome, so we secured tickets for “Carmen.” When the curtain arose, the singer, a beautiful woman in dazzling evening dress, stepped forth amid thunderous applause. She open- ed her lips and the clear notes filled the great building. We could hardly believe our eyes for there was Mary, the quiet little Mary of June ro. Before we left Rome another pleasant surprise was ours. We saw Beulah Lock- wood and Nellie Lonergan interpreting Beethcven’s “Moonlight Sonata” in most exquisite classical dancing, which brought to our minds the classic dancing we had seen in the girls’ basement of the old High, morning, noon and night, for four years. One evening, taking a gondola ride in Q Da Venice, we passed closely by another gon- dola, carrying a charming young lady and a gentleman, distinguished by the regularity of his features. He was leaning over the lady, and gazing into her face, speaking in tones charged with feeling. Gazing closer at the lover we recognized Wilfred Luce. t+ | At a railroad station in Germany, we met a fat, jolly-looking policeman. Approaching him, to question about railroad schedules, we recognized by the dimple in his chin, Frank McArthur. Passing along the beautiful streets of Paris, we met a bevy of convent girls, with a nun, coming from a famous Catholic school for girls. Her face was sad. and we overheard two ladies, walking ahead of us, say: “Isn’t it too bad about the young nun we just passed; you know he never came back.” We knew in an instant it must be Jean. and that her handsome young lover, who had sailed away to Japan, had never returned, and she was trying to drown her sorrow here. While resting in a park we read the fol- iowing item in a paper: “Mademoiselle faltie Lewis is now in her new hair-dress- ing parlor prenared to dress the latest Par- isian coiffures.” We were just about to lay the paper aside when a name caused us to snatch it up again. We read: “Perry Litton, young and handsome, angelic disposition, wants a wife. She must be witty and comely. Same apply at Box 23.” We knew by the de- scription that this must be our old class- inate. Crowds were thronging to and fro in a ereat cirucs tent, but the crowd gave way as an old maid fought her way to the ropes, so she could get her darling yellow cat to the air, lest it would suffocate. We were surprised to find Alice Letold, but she was too concerned about her cat to discuss old Iigh School times.