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

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Last Will and Testament Ik, the dignified and illustrious class of Christmas, 1912, be- fore leaving this dear old building, do desire to make this, our last will and testament. We bequeath to various mem- bers of the student body our most treasured possessions, as follows: iret. Vie lovingly bequeath to our respected teach- ers, our small change, that they may purchase red ink and blue pencils, of which they ceem to be so fond. Second. To the Freshmen, we leave our quiet, dignified manner, and our surplus E’s. We especially request that they keep a watchful care over the faculty, as we fear perhaps they will miss us too greatly. Third. As a class, we dedicate to the new annex, a picture of ourselves, and we hope that those who gaze on our beautiful countenances, will be- moan our sudden (?) departure. We dispose of our personal property in the following manner: I, fred P edersen, do will my position as class president, to Fred Holm, and hope that he will prove as faithful and as ambitious for his class as | have been for mine. To my friend, Floyd Wilkinson, I leave my classy blonde pompadour, for | know it will blend with his. My peculiar habit of queening, I also give to him. My cute walk I leave to Mae Hodgson, to- gether with my low-cuts, for I know she will appreciate them. My good opinion of myself, I hand down to the future Senior class, hoping that it will be treasured by them. I, Gladys Berry, on this very solemn occasion, do desire to make my last will and testament. My beautiful brown hair, I leave to Agnes Vought, as I fear, perhaps she may need it sometime in the future. To Mary Thompson. I leave all of my stock collars and jabots. My old white shoes, I lovingly leave to Ruth Overton along with my cunning ways. My dear little brother, I leave to be taken care of by Tillie de Bernardi. Please tell her not to let him sleep too long in the study hall. My beloved teachers, I must leave to be comforted by Gladys Bagley. I, Annie Matthews, do bequeath to Anita Nathanson, my yellow hair along with my rat. My ability as an English “shark,” I leave to Ned Lari- mer. My green dress, I will to Dorothy Percy, and if it is too short, will Dorothy’s mama please lengthen with a plaited calico ruffle. I leave my fiery steed and my checked hat to Mae Andrews. My crooked smile, I leave to Mr. Steele, and my boisterous ways, to Irene Campbell. My keen methods of recitation, I bequeath to Ethel Helman, so that she may reach as high a standard as I have. I, Esther Gilkey, do desire also to make this my last will. My position as Miss Crane’s “pet,” I leave to my beloved friend, Fred Adams, together with a copy of the January Echo, so that he may have my picture. My won derful diamond ring. I leave to Isabella Tod, and hope that she will treasure it as I have. My lovely smile, I leave to Earl LaDue, with my best wishes. Page eleven]

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THE ECHO wounded. The streets of London looked very dim to me through the telescope, but still bright enough for me to see the fair Eliza Andrews, a militant suffrag- ette, standing upon a London mail-box, urging her ardent followers to fight for woman’s rights. In a small town in fartherest Africa, I saw the shining countenance of ‘red Pederson. He was conducting a most successful revival meeting for New Thought, among the natives, who seemed to think he, with his fair hair and blue eyes, was nothing short of a god, consequently, flocking to hear him, by the thousands. In an instant I was looking down on our own country, and the prosper- ous city of Windsor. There, in a general merchandise store, was Gladys Berry, flirting with the townspeople, and receiving from them her amount of “tips.” Next, I was looking at Sebastopol, and was not at all surprised to see that a most fashionable dancing school was conducted by Miss Esther Gilkey | was again looking at the planet. The hills and valleys were there, but the little man was gone. Turning from the telescope I thanked the keeper, and went my way down the mountain, hardly knowing whether or not to believe my own eyes. | Page ten]

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THE ECHO To my friend, Gladys Combs, I leave my watch-fob and old blue skirt, re- questing that she wear them every day. To Douglas Cameron, I leave my little, beady eyes and ask that he use them on his teachers as | have done. I, Eloise Yarnell, do hereby bequeath my black and white checked dress, to the faculty, and ask them to please place it in the new annex, as a relic. To Gladys Dougherty, I leave my Psyche, for I know that her appearance will be greatly improved. My powder-puff, I lovingly leave to Dale Hollings- worth, hoping that he will not be caught using it as often as I have. I be- queath to Viney McDonald, my extra weight, knowing that she needs it badly. My ability to write penmanship copies for Mr. Allen to hang on the wall, | leave to the class as a whole. I, Blanche Bannard, do hereby will to Helen Fraser, all of my latest modes of hair-dressing, knowing that they will aid her in her conquest for the opposite sex. My share of the mirror in the girls’ basement, I leave tu Gertrude Lee. My ear-rings, I bequeath to Elvera Polliner, asking her to wear them regularly. My ability as a German “shark,” to Cliff Merritt. My mu- sical voice, I leave in care of Elaine Norton, asking that she assist Mrs. Mills in the Friday morning programs. My classy blue dress with the red Robes- pierre collar, I desire to will to Nora Fees, because she will look very charm- ing in it. I, Eliza Andrews, leave my ability to bluff, to Emily Rued, on condition that she does not take my place in the hearts of the teachers. My gentle manners, I graciously bestow upon Elizabeth Talbot, together with my slow walk and graceful carriage. To Helen Fraser, I leave my many gentlemen friends, but advise her to treat them kindly. My black eyes, I will to Ruth Hill. I, Amelia Thole, desire to make my last will. To Edward Koford, I leave my cherished gold tooth, for it will add greatly to his beauty. My brown suit, I leave to the highest bidder, and my good stand-in with the faculty, I leave to Clyde Stewart. I hope he will appreciate it and use the gift as I have done. My Roman nose, I will leave to Lola Boyes, for her own profile will be benefited by the change. My extra car-tickets, I lovingly leave to Ruth Wright, so that she will not always be late to school. To Hazel Devoto, I leave my curly locks and combs, with the desire that she look neater. My lovely voice, I leave to Flora Blanc, hoping that she will sing again my favorite song, “Tit Willow.” I, Arthur England, in this, my last will and testament, leave my position as president of the Student Body, to Raegan Talbot, because his voice will carry to all parts of the study hall when he presides at the general assemblies. My cute, little sear on my cheek, I leave to Shirley Baxter, so she can wear it in place of beauty patches. My soft, turn-down collars, I leave to Mildred Wilkinson, and trust that she will appreciate them. To John Mitchell, I leave my shiny, red ears, so that he may be able to hear Mr. Steele’s voice better in History ro. On this very sad accasion, I, Myrtle Peterson, make this, my last will