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

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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

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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 HCHO laree, dark, handsome youth, sporting a block ‘‘S.’’? Noting carefully the color of his necktie, the two recognized him as Johnny Morin, the former sprint-star and math shark of Santa Rosa Hi. Jawn was now blossomed forth in red socks and a mustache, which gave dignity to his appearance. At the fifth floor, Jawn opened the doro, put the elevator in reverse, and the passengers landed eighteen feet, four inches down the hall, bounced nine times, and drifted through the transom of an office at the end of the hall. The sign on the office docr read to them—, oxny op Sdotyyneeg: “oy -ssoyy aapssoyy, ,-— They were assisted to their feet by a boot-brown, Irwin Braun, and the mareelle artist. Eleanor Cockburn. Braun appeared to have used a razor since they last saw him hoeing spuds at his country residence near the famous Rineon eoyote farm. Miss Cockburn, who seemed frail, as- sisted Braun in boosting the dejected duo to a perpendicular position. Thanking the happy pair, the jaded jazzboes entered the rear room and asked for the bosses. Two sprightly shades, the Mossler cousins, did an about face from in front of a pair of easels where they had been putting a fine coat of Prussian blue on the cheeks of two fair young movie stars. Apologizing thirteen times for intruding, the two detective seekers asked to be directed to the gumshoe exponents of the precincts. They were shown and directed across the hall to a modest but luxurious office lobby. Glaneing around the room with a satisfied air, they perceived, saw, took in and gazed upon a coterie of clerks, stenogs, bookkeepers, office boys, and peanut butchers. Aceostine two office boys. who removed their hats, watches, monkey wrenches, and other accessories, they asked for their royal nibs, the ““Dook” and Charlie. Upon hearing these two vagabonds speak in such familiar terms of the two ereatest detectives ever imposed on Hades, the two boys threw one eross lot of assorted fits. While in these familiar contortions, the two hoboes recognized them as Joe Pagani and “‘Tevi’’? Hawkins, the two best office boys who had ever struck the Sulphur City. The recognition was mutual, and soon the four old cronies were locked in each others’ arms. After be- ing pried loose by Watson Wymore, the lanky bookkeeper, ‘‘ Willie’? Fin ley, the assistant peanut butcher, and Mildred Wright, Alice Sheridan, and Dorothy Farley, stenogs to their imperial eiblets, the two mortals interro- cated the head clerk, Earl Kuykendall, as to the locality, whereabouts, or hang- out of the two elusive sleuths. They were immediately ushered into the next office. Here the general manager, ‘‘Unk’’ Devoto, sat them down in a chair and opened up his private bottle of netherworld nectar. Devoto’s introduction of this liquid in the nether regions had made him so famous that he was elected Justice of the Peace of the Latin Quarter. His private secretary, Dorothy Thomas, re- moved the lightened bottle and refilled it from the water cooler, against the coming of the next visitor. Again they stated their mission, but were sorrowfully told by Devoto that the bosses were out on a wild duck chase after a drove of chareoal smugglers.