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

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THE ECHO ee SOEN—MLV[[U——M9NCOS I, ‘‘Shylock’’ Grayman, am sick at heart when I behold the seareity of my dueats which I was saving to bequeath to John Parmeter, so that he might be able to use them in his industrious campaign for the hand of my fellow classmen. My block ‘‘S’’ I bequeath to ‘‘Bunny’’ Belden so that he may be able to wear his ‘‘S” sweater. I, George Hasek, feeling that I have had enough of school life, have decided to take all with me so that Ted McLaren may not have any draw- backs. I. Charles Borden, leave my experience as a farmer to the agricultural class in order that they may develop the science of hog raising. Knowing that my days are numbered, I, Mildred Wells, will here make my exit, and will to Clarice Collister my plush coat. To Elizabeth Wyland, my hobby of chewing the ends off Eversharp pencils. I, everready Steve McTigue, leave my good looks and sunny smile to Nick Demeo, hoping that he may become a star on the 130’s some day. Realizing that the end is near, I. Cecelia Bacigalupi, wish my delicate appearance and unassuming air to Marda Leppo. I. Edwin Hawkins, leave my wicked eyes and my dress suit to Gale Johnson, knowing that then he will be able to take Gladys Bennyhoff to the DeMolay dances. I. Ruth Connor. leave my pleasing manner and sweet personality to Lawrence Green, as I think that he has need of them both. [. Esther Brians, will hereby leave my possessions, one pair of rhine- stone earrings which I leave to the smallest Freshman oirl. A red, white and blue paper hat I leave to Marjorie Corrick. [. Wilbert Connors, leave both my Cadillac and my Ford to Collin Claxon. My extra credits I willingly give to Bennie Miller. I. Charles Reinking, leave my flat purse to Billy Shaafsma, so that he may be enabled to impersonate a bank messenger, I. John Thomas, leave my ability as a physies shark to Mr. Baily to pass on to the next squad of unsuspecting future (?) physicists. (Siened and settled), THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1922.

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THE ECHO thirst for erudition to John Parmeter, who expects to graduate from the new high school, I, Wallace Henderson, leave my good looking car to anyone who ean get as far as I have in it and my good looks I sadly leave to Harry Stuart. I, the demure Sara Jacobsen, leave my old green sweater to Maurine Boone, knowing that she will greatly appreciate it. Feeling that the inevitable has arrived, I, Lillian Cullen. leave my place in Miss Turner’s heart to anyone desiring a one in eym. I, Harold Stump, the Darwin of the Senior class, leave my abilities to the Junior class as a whole, realizing their weakness, I, Elizabeth Thompson, leave my affection for a certain Dunean's Mills boy to Ethel Walker and hope that she will sueceed as I have. I, the well known Maleolm Weeks, leave my pleasing manner and ex- perience as Student Body president to anyone wishing to become a messeneer boy. My Roosevelt Doctrine I leave to Miss Fisher. Now giving up hope, I, John Morin, not wishing to leave my spikes, will take them with me—but do leave my speed and power to ‘‘Fat ‘‘ Spencer when he makes his start in the business world. I, Mildred Wright, leave my quiet manner to Ellen Townsend, realizing that she needs to be heard. I, Ralph Holchester, leave my impressive appearance to ‘‘Bud’’ Shea, as he always will be a shining licht. Knowing that this terrible case of sneezing which TI. Erwin Braun, ac- quired at the Freshman dance, will in due time be the cause of the termina- tion of my terrestial existence, do leave my beautiful ecomb-back to Emmet Seawell; my dizzy appearance to anyone desirous of making a hit with his teacher. I, Eva Dont, the rage of the commercial department, leave my position as manufacturess of hot dogs to Alta Cox. Being informed by the bulletin boards, that I am about ready to cash in, I, William Brewer, leave my ability as class chairman to Roland Hudson. My block ‘‘S’’ I leave to anyone desirous of becoming a most stately mem- ber of society. I, Ellsworth Barnett, alias ‘‘Red Roberts,’”’? do make my will as follows: To Albert Clapp my undying love for bright colored shirts and sox; to Mr. Wardell, my worldly streneth and stature. I, Joseph Pagani, leave my possessions to Warren Richardson. Feeling that my days are numbered. I, Ruby Feliz, do bequeath my terpsichorean attitude to Elaine Badger. I, Alice Wolf, the heart breaker of the Santa Rosa High School, leave my corduroy dress to Gladys Crowfoot to add to her numerous collection of gowns. I. Alma Henningsen, leave my smiles and knowledge of Spanish to any deserving Sophomore, so that he may b eeome head of the Junior class next vear., Being of the opinion that my days are nearing an end, I, Ruth Gran- berg, leave my stately appearance to Jean Whitley.

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anal THE ECHO A Grip Throngh Hades Ellie Barnett, substitute third baseman of the Sebastopol Parrots, (base- ball team), while making his two hundred and seventy-fourth (274) sueces- sive fan-out, struck so vigorously at a ball thrown to second base that he lost his rear collar button down a hole back of home plate. Pressing into service the bat boy, Francis Piazzi, he set forth in pursuit of his elusive pet collar button (Rosenthal special). With teeti set in grim determination. our valiant pursuers of the es- eaped collar button speedily fell through the hole in their earnest endeavors to gain on it. The demon button, havine a head start and being such a fast button, soon brought the frenzied hunters to the banks of the River Styx, where it bounced off a pile of powder puffs and landed on the opposite bank safely, without paying the slightest attention to the shrieking ferryman, ““Pug’’ Stocker. Stocker claimed that it was not according to Hades reeu- lation (Article 4, See. 12) to cross the Styx without coming through with the fare. Stocker’s aggressiveness in dragging the fare out of weary shades had led to his promotion over Charon. the former ferryman of the Styx. Hailing Stocker ‘in all haste to transport them to the side where the button danced in fiendish glee, the frantic searchers interrupted Stocker’s game of solitaire billiards, which he had resumed after his arduous vocal gymnastics after the speeding button. ‘‘Pue’”’ immediately ferried them across for the modest cut rate of ten cents. Barnett got reckless and tipped the ferryman five cents, and Stocker bowed seven times while ringing up the fare. Once across the Styx, the pursuers came upon a short, stubby, blond shade, who formerly traveled under the monicker of Roy Heyward, fishing for his broken heart in the River of Woe. Upon seeing them he immediately asked if there was something he could do for them. They asked for the address of the best“detective office in Hades and were directed to the office of Peterson Borden, shade-hounds of the nether regions. Thanking him for the information, the two pursuers soon came upon the three-masted dachshund Cerberus playing put-and-take with Johnnie Thomas. Dashing past the pair of gamblers, they passed through the gates of Hades. Here they were met rather forcibly by an antique Studebaker, aimed by Mabel Wiggins, demon chauffeur for the Dont Deliver(y) Co., per- petrated by one Eva Dont. Hoisting themselves from their respective reclining positions, they were in time to see the reckless speeders making an appointment to visit Judge Gladys Covell, on the charges of manslaughter, arson, and disturbing the peaceful progress of traffic. The police-woman, Vesta Bledsoe, approached the two injured onlookers, and they were told to appear in Court as witnesses. Promising ‘to keep the appointment, the wayfarers went to the Brimstone Office Buildine, and boarded the elevator for the detective agency. The elevator boy was a