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

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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

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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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THE ECHO ———aa— ee Knowing nothing about the derivation of the word, the two wander- ers boarded a street car. Once on the car, they were ereeted by a loud, jovial guffaw, emanating from somewhere behind the vest of ‘‘Bud’’ Feliz, the conductor, who passed them the joyous palm and led them to a seat with- out first collecting the fare. Elmont, feel ing the responsibility of his position, related to them the latest gossip of the smoky city (not Pittsburgh). Pointing to a portly old lady, accompanied by a pale, wan-appearing shade, ‘‘Bud’’ explained that this was the most fascinating pair in Hades. The lady had formerly been Miss Portia Hopper, and the old eentleman, Charles Reinking. Leavine their seats they went to talk to the motorman, George Leppo, and engaged him in a superheated wranele concerning the price of bulldogs in Rome, (Georgia). While encumbered with this argument, the motorman rushed by five corners without a halt. During this time, six enraged pas- seneers who had been carried past their corners, had collected around the eroup and were clamoring to be let off. Wishing to extricate the motorman from the serape into which he had been lured, the two argument-augmentors pacified the mob by feeding them jellybeans. In the scramble for the jelly- beans, the mediators pro tem recognized the famous Wild West troupe, con- sisting of Ruby Feliz, Ellen Holm, Edith Letold, Helen Wells, Kenneth La Point. and Theodore Brians. When the ear stopped, this acrobatic troupe eavorted down the steps, played leap-frog over the fire hydrant, crawled through an empty nail keg, and disappeared into the obscurity. Dropping off at the next corner, the two somnolent sight-seers asked a policewoman, Elaine Babbino, for the exact whereabouts of the hotel where they had registered. Arriving at the hotel, they obtained their key from the night elerk, Adon Poli, who had taken Grayman’s place for the night shift. The solemnity of the remainder of the night was greatly intruded upon by the loud but enthusiastie snores of the slumbering: snoozers. They were rudely awakened early next morning (10 a. m.) by two un- familiar gendarmes, Raymond Clar and Wilbert Conners, who spiteful) informed them that they were due at the Covell Cireuit Court, and if they were late, they would be fined ten simoleons for contempt of court. Four seconds later they tore down to the corner ice cream service station, where they blew themselve to a row of Eskimo pies. While the clerk, Lois Karnes, was adding up the bill on a cake of ice, the two witnesses fled for the court. Arriving at the gladsome portals of the City Hall, they were accosted by an officious-looking suffragette, Esther Brians, who asked for their ereden tials before admitting them to the private witness room. Once in the room, a clerk, Lillian Cullen, told them that their’s was the fourth ease, after which a court inspector, ‘‘Phat’’ Forsyth, took their names, hats, and spare change. They then bulged into the court to wateh the first three acts. The women seemed to have taken the upper hand in all the arguments as all the court efficials, Jury, lawyers, the judge and the janitors were of the female of the species. The judge, Gladys Covell, crashed the gavel upon the