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

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THE ECHO correctly to James Stanislawsky. My strong and husky appearance I leave to Russell James. I, Bernice Rowe, knowning that rest is near, leave all my trials and tribulations to frivolous Freshmen, hoping that it will teach them the dignity of a High School student. My own dignified behavior I bestow on Catherine Crane. I, Matilda Nelson, to relieve my conscience of that awful burden, do leave to Ora Caldwell those ten pages of Roman History that I was asked to copy for Mrs. Wells. My beloved green dress and my willowy figure I leave to Mona Kelly. [, Dain Yarnell, wish to leave my ability as an actor to Wayne Weeks, and my grin to Milbe Pardee, that he may not be so solemn. I, Zalene Manion, desire to leave to Gladys Sherman all the dramatic ability she should have gained by watching my performances in the dramatic class ; but the knowledge I have attained there, I wish to take with me, hoping it will meet the approval of any 1915 graduates who frequent the moving pic- ture houses. [, Margaret Smith, leave my interest in the orchestra to Isabella Bolton, and my dignified behavior in the English composition class I leave to Brick Lambert. My contagious little giggle I think would improve Mae Hodgson’s masculine laugh. , Vivienne Collister, realizing that my days here have been lessened by the terrible shock of finding that I can graduate, do regretfully leave my valued ring (it belongs to Ray) in the care of Mr. Montgomery; with the instructions that it be placed in the cabinet with the cups, and be kept under jock and key. [, Earl Baum, knowing that my happy hunting ground awaits me, do hereby bequeath my gay, frivolous spirit to Leona Alley, hoping that she may derive as much pleasure from it as I have. I, Sewell Farwell, as the dignified president of the ’r5 class, hereby leave my staid decorum to the Freshmen class. My penius in furnishing brain- food for the boys’ chem. class I leave to Howard Fry. I, Clyde Stewart, do hereby make my last will and testament. My ability to convince my teachers that I really know something, I leave to Homer Percy. My last request is that Miss Crane gently lay my Trig. books and papers in her private waste basket. As I leave this vale of tears, I, Earl Covey, the renounced author of “How to Raise and How to Cultivate a Moustache,” do hereby leave all my interests in that famous publication to Sammy Kistler. As my eyes grow dim, I, Louise Peterson, do hereby make this my last will and testament. My quiet and unassuming manner I leave to Fay Hiatt. The care of my sister Roselle, I entrust to Orien Reno. [, Albert Entzminger, feel that it is full time that I bequeath my present possessions to the most deserving. To Edith Miller I leave my ability as a Dutch shark. My school spirit I leave to the Junior Class, to be distributed Twenty-two

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THE ECHO we should be. Eddie, Jack, Boots, Eva, Covey and Baum and several others have distinguished themselves and won the Inter-class meet for us. Our debating members are: Leo Sullivan, Alice and Edward Koford. Now, after having completed our High School course, we are leaving the old school for the greater work which lies before us. As we stand on the threshold of graduation, we are glad for all the lessons you have taught us, dear old school, and it is with sorrow that we bid you good-bye. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF JUNE, 1915 We, the class of June, ’15, having convinced our teachers that we are finished products, seek to be relieved of many burdens and responsibilities which are now upon us. After due consideration of everything, we will and bequeath the following: To the Freshmen we bequeath this kindly advice: Don’t try excuses with Miss O’Meara,—‘‘a word to the wise is sufficient.” To the band we leave one hound to increase its harmony. To the music department we sorrowfully leave Wesley Colgan, the rock that wrecked the Hesperus. To the Juniors we bestow the honor of emulating the Minerva of our study hall, and we also leave to them, in trust, our Senior seats. To the Sophomores, we leave the school javelin to spear the elusive E’s, and a bottle of glue to stick them to Mrs. Yost’s Book of Records. To the entire Student Body we wish to leave the impression that it was in honor of the graduating class of 1915 of Santa Rosa High, that San Fran- cisco decided to have a world’s fair. To the various students of our school, individual members of the ‘15 class have decided to bequeath the following: I, Elma Quimby, bequeath to the quiet Freshmen all my boldness. My ability to get “E” in deportment I gladly leave to Don Drysdale. My ability to give an oral report in History 12B I leave to anyone who is willing to spend four nights a week at the library, and who will read thor« yughly all the references that Mr. Steele suggests. I, Zelma Carithers, do leave to Marie Rosenberg my queenly attributes. To Gladys Pond I leave my innocent expression, to be used in all emergencies. I, Sophie Seymore, leave my fondness for Senior parties to Margery Ellis, and my beloved yellow sweater to Mildred Wright, realizing that the two, her own and mine, will blend very well. I, Genevieve O’Connor, give all my lost raven locks to Dorothy Wright, knowing they would make a matchless switch for her own golden tresses. To Dorothy Brush I leave full use of the basement mirror from 1:05 to 1:10 3h inal I, Gladys Tuttle, leave all the advice I have received on how to speak ™“wenty-one

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THE ECHO equally among its members. My howling success as yell leader I leave to Ross Pool. I, Margaret Forsyth, leave my haughty manner and immaculate appear- ance to Lenora Shearer. My seat beside the chauffeur of the Lozier I leave to Anna Fiske, and my deepest regards I leave to Salem Pohlmann. I, Isabella Tod, do hereby bequeath my blouses to Ruby Peterson to add to her collection. My ability to attain the presidency of the upper class girls, together with the honor of presiding, the dreadful speeches, my place as a hostess at all the teas, and all my numerous duties, I leave to anyone who has a requisite amount of patience, enthusiasm, and dignity. I, Fanita Jewell, leave my honored place as editor, which, I believe has chortened my days, to those who are able to secure majorities at future elec- tions. To induce some member of our school to run for the office, I herein declare that I have lost three and one-half pounds during the term. I, Bessie Jonas, realizing that the Sophomore boys will miss my gentle advice given at our confidential chats during recess, relinquish all claims on them to any motherly Junior girl. I, Carl Steinnort, leave my superfluous growth of hair to any institution that will make it into a wig for “Bally” O’Connor. My monopoly of the company of Miss Crane I relinquish to Vernon McGough. I, Fay Erwin, leave my ability to fathom the depths of English XII to Irving Cameron, advising him to put it under lock and key until time to make use of this valuable bequest. I, Grace Titus, do bequeath my knowledge in Latin to any student whom Mrs. Leddy may find lacking in this superior language. I also do hereby be- queath my frown to Mildred Richardson to add to her own supply. I, John Matthew, on this momentous occasion, leave to my small brother, my popularity with the fair sex. My ability as a wandering minstrel I leave to the unfortunate Senior who may be chosen next year for that part in the Senior play. [, Elizabeth Hendren, leave my treasured giggle, to be bestowed upon the most deserving, while my hobby for deer hunting I leave to any girl who can find as much pleasure in the sport as I have. I, Frances Finley, as a former member of the illustrious class of the “Fair” year, do hereby bequeath my sunny disposition and winning manner to Anna Fisk. My love for the free and unadulterated country air I leave to the Freshmen class, hoping that they will thrive as I have. I, Emma Davaz, feeling that the end approaches, hereby leave to the school a statue of myself, to be placed in the rear of the study hall, opposite that of Minerva. I, John Russell, in the hour of my doom, desire to make the following bequests. My position as “Mr. Steele’s Pet,” I leave to Wayne Weeks. To any worthy South-sider I leave my ancient title of “Boots” and my English low-cuts. I, Donald Seaton, after due consideration, leave my various trophies, relics of my numerous conquests of the fair sex, to Tom Miller. My treas- Twenty-three