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

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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

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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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Tel EO dA ured high-heeled shoes I leave to Gladys Pond. My “peg-top” trousers I be- stow upon Donald Carithers. I, Ruth Wilson, reluctantly leave my coal-black tresses to Ruby Peter- son. My noisy, boisterous manner I leave to timid, little Ralph Brown. I, Venna Bartleson, leave my popularity to Mabel Kuhn, and my heavy locks to Liela Green. My ability as a music shark I leave to Howard Fry. I, Alice Simpson, leave my brilliancy in History to Donna Lambert, and iny spirit in all school affairs to Ferne Huckaby. I, Juanita Melvin, an illustrious and highly-esteemed member of this wonderful class, leave my great admiration for Chau to Edith Coffey. I, Claire Coltrin, leave my musical ability to Isabelle Bolton; my bril- liancy in harmony I leave to whoever desires it. I, Ruth Anderson, leave my beautiful hair to Frances Pannel, to aid her in the arrangement of her tresses. I, Mildred Kyle, wishing to make my last will and testament, leave to any nice Junior boy my beloved sister, Edith. I, Mildred Richardson, wish to leave my school spirit, for which I have been so noted, to Teddy Kellogg, so that he may be popular with his fellow students. As the day of judgment draws near, realizing that I have no further use for such possession, I, Chauncey Peterson, leave countless broken hearts to one more deserving than I. To Howard Fry I leave those simple charms which have made me the idol of the school. My ambition to become a mem- ber of the clergy and join the Uplift Club of Santa Rosa High, I leave to Tom Miller. I, Hazel Ramage, realizing that I have no further use for my possessions, consider it my duty to bestow upon some unfortunate soul all my treasures. To Mary Bennett I leave my beautiful blue waist, knowing full well that she will wear it as faithfully as I have worn it. I, Ruth Todd, do desire to bestow my gifts as follows: To anyone who has to wait for a chum after school, I leave my most sincere sympathy ; to Dale Hollingsworth I leave all my extra E’s, to improve his record; and to Donald Lucas I leave my studious ways, that they may improve his own. I, Viola Graham, upon this joyful occasion, do desire to make my will as follows: The care of my small sister I leave to the faculty; my ability to make High in three years I leave to anyone who cares to work. I, Clifford Merritt, the insignificant, leave my voracious and unenviable appetite to “Fat” Colgan. To Wm. Heitsmith I will my cactus cheeks, hoping that by careful nursing of the non-Burbank spines he may some day appear to be a man. On condition that he wear it as faithfully as I have done, I leave my old brown shirt to Ted Kellog. I, Arthur Farnlof, of pugilistic frame, hereby leave my old farm duds to Russel James, knowing he will have frequent occasion for their use. To enable him to dip in the three-step, I leave my fondness for dipping prunes to Sammy Kistler. I, Lilhan Nelligan, leave all my worry over Civics to the Junior class, so Twenty-four