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

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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.

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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 Piazzi then took matters into his own hands and dragged Barnett away to a cheap hotel. While registering, they gave the clerk the onee over and observed the round features to be those of ‘‘Shylock’’ Grayman, who had successfully peddled out rooms to the most prominent plumbers assigned to the cataclysmal regions. Grayman slipped them the best room in the house for the same price as the other one. It being ust 6:30 by Grayman’s Bib Ben, the two star boarders drizzled into the dining room, where they ordered a full meal, ineludine a double order of prunes. The waitresses who deigned to perform the functions necessary to the progress of such a peaceful meal, swune trays like old timers were discovered to be the inseperables, Dorothy Seawell and Elizabeth Thompson. After disposing of all the fodder in the house. tipping the two expectant waitresses each a nickel, the two gormandizers adjourned to Loew’s Hippodrome. Helmuth and Gladys Loew, the proprietors, had- be- come quite as affluent in the infernal regions as their namesake had in California. After sleeping through three acts of old stuff. they were suddenly awakened by loud applause from the seventh baleony. Borrowing the opera glasses from the fat lady in front, Barnett perceived with consternation that the toe dancer now ecapering on the stage was none other than Thyra Morrill, the bobbed hair shade whose dancing had won her ereat renown. Joining the seventh baleony contingent, they succeeded in applauding her off the stage. Mlle. Morrill, exceedingly vexed. sent three usherettes in hot pursuit of the trouble makers. The usherettes, Madeline Alexanderson, Franees Brown and Agnes Wilder, ambled down the aisle to the seats occupied by the lone- some lads where they were given back their press passes and sent upon their weary way. Led by Piazzi, the dreary duo sought out a hash-house and ordered two lemonades in order to drown their sorrows. Barnett came up for air and called ‘‘Gareong,’ in his quaint French, for the waiter, and ordered a bowl of deviled ham. The waiter, giving him a disdainful look, sneered: ‘“My name is Holechester. What did ja gimme the hoot for?”’ Three quarters of an hour later, Ralph Holchester brought in two tur- nips and a dish of green peas. A kick was naturally raised at this outrage, and the proprietor, Harold Stump, a large, florid, personage, entered, bring- ing with him the entire staff of the house, the cook, janitor, manager. and efficiency expert. These important positions were all held by Georee Bath. the old heart-breaker from Bellevue, a ously propelled the food-moochers to the sidewalk. Here they met a shum- ming party, led by Helen Mallory, which was headed for the library. The party, which was composed of Alice Wolf. Ruth Connors. Goldie Foland and Louis Raicevich, had an inordinate desire to find the derivation of the word smootech,’’ which had lately been added to the nasally twangine lanenage of Hades, by that genial poet, Bill Brewer. The two husky bouncers, aldean Anderson and Ray Krotser, vi