Tulare Union High School - Argus Yearbook (Tulare, CA)

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ARGUS 0 1916 Qllflfle ZTCAEJ Un ,.-75,3 Chief liatckeeper f lscar ll'itzelbitz of the llappy Hunt- S ing Ground awoke with a start from his long slumber as the toni-tom, announcing a runner, started its deafening roar. Ugh. said Chief Oscar. Heap pretty much commotion. Mcbbe come bio' shi uncut. s l E 1 YN 'lf As the bronzed runner sped into the clear far ahead of egg . . . M A 1 'ies ff a screaming mob he yelled to Llncf. Hey, Osc. better slam those gates. They look pretty tough. gf! . Not to be outwitted, and renicmbering the training of J 'A' -a,-..v-f his Indian ancestors, Oscar obeyed, swinging the rusty iron gates together just after the runner and just in front of the mob. Hllllllllf, he said, Where you kCtCllllIl1?H The runner, who lay panting on the golden streets, gasped between breaths, I was in Tulare. I walked around a beautiful building that had been completed in 1936 and called a high school. This gang was busy trying to figure out how to get something for nothing. I told them I knew a Way. They chased me here to the Happy Hunting Ground. Chief eyed the mob, then, scratching his head. raised his hand and issued this ultimatum: Me, Chief Oscar Llewellyn VVitzelbitz, se , fs, Chief Gatekeeper of the Happy Hunting Ground. me look- - + 5 'f 5 um over. Me like, he stayg me no like, he go other place. X Witli these few words chief started to open the gate. - There was a mad scramble as Carl Vogt, Red- Davis, Don Hoffman, Carl Henard, Freddie Valenzuela. Punk Fowler, Ivan Clark and Swede Swanson, trampled classmates under foot in a mad scramble to get there first. U0fh,,' said chief, Look pretty tough. Maybe no good. X. 12 , VVhat yimur name P ' ' ' 'H-L-ily'- ,fl t J I 5 -,,m- Carl Vogt? Naw. too much girl. Red Davis? Not enough girl. Don Hoffman and Carl I-Ienard? All play, no work. Freddy Valenzuela? No come to scho01'much. Punk Fowler? Heap big noise. Potsy Clark? No work, no play, no nothing. Swede Swanson? I.ike too many girl. bah! Me no like none. Take to other placefl . As this group silently walked away there was heard the stirring music of a light spring dance and 10 nattily attired individuals tripped lightly into view dancing a simple little . flower song. Each wore a dainty little flower in his but- f tonhole. 'Z Chief, said Ashley Orr. the spokesman. I represent the flower boys. VVe hear of flower girls, but we demand our just rights, equal rights. I have with me here 18 flow- .N ' x . Nt - ...Du N X . . . , . R ' ,f - . ers of vouth who wish to entertain vou with The Dance I 'Zh I f 2. Y - 1 S- in-s---... .. of the Rosebuds' before you make your decision. At a gesture from Orr, the chorus, consisting of

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ARGUS 0 1916 CI1L0'C pf., l,lGI 'l' T0 HlGll'T-ll,azel Christensen, Margaret Htirper, Ashley Orr, Ellen Louise Mitchell, lmrluw Sarkusinn, Nadine Plaee, Jack Wynn, Jack XVill0ughby and George Babcock. The Seniur class, uncler the clireetiun of Misg Luis 'l'lmn1psun, presented the mystery thriller, The Cat Anal the Czuizwy. at the Tulare Theatre on Thursflay, April 23. The east succeeded in thrilling' the packed house to such :ln extent that the play was plaeerl as one of the best presented in Tulare High Seliuol liistory. The east oft'll2ll':lCle1's inelnclefl: Ruger Crosby--Rex Sweet. Mainmy .l?lez1sant-Nadine Place. .llzirry Blythe-Jag: Vifilloughby. Susan Sillshy-Hazel Christensen. Cieely Young-Margaret Harper. Charles VVilder-Ashley Orr. Paul jones-jack Wyiiii. J . Xll1l?llJCllC XfVest-lillen Louise Mitchell. K llenclrieks-Barlow Sarkisian. Patterson-George Babcock. K The play centered :irouncl the inheritance of a large We furtnne :intl the insanity uf t'lizn'les, plniyecl by Ashley Orr, I which lezuls tu niurmler. The rmnzintie touch was :uldefl hy ,jj lillen Louise Mitchell as Annzilmelle, and Jack NVynn as A, - Paul. AHS

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ARGUS 0 19!6 Zim. JHWAM Q, gg f ,Iackie Nvilloughby. ilimmiw. Allen, ,-Xllie Arends, liddie Bird, lc 1, . .F Q lilddie Crookshanks, Glennie Hamilton, ,lessie Lancaster, ' W, J, A Ralphie Monroe. llavie Rickards, Genie Smith, Sissie Smith, . 4: Lawnie Snider. Bobby Taggart. Charlie 'l'hompson, Buddy ' -5 XVilIiarns, jackie XVynn, Barlow Sarkasian and Pattie ,pq 'i Murphy danced out into file and sang a swinging little mel- J If ody honoring the Chief. ' A VVhoops. shouted the Chief, Bring 'ein in. Make 1 J heap good targets to shoot at when all other deers are -ALM J., gone. Next in line came a quiet, serious looking group, about 20 in number, each carrying a huge armful of books. NVhat big idea? queried Chief. We are the honor students, they sighed in unison. Ubi Still fall for old gag, huh!! said Chief. Let me give you big poem: The more you learn, the more you know. The more you know, the more you forget. The more you forget, the less you know. So why study P , XYith an amazed cry, they threw their books in one pile and rushed inside the gates while the Chief was busy bow- r ing to the applause of the multitude on his speech. As they p-assed in the recorder entered: Elizabeth Herd. jean Soults, Mary Andonian. Letizia Borzi, George Babcock, . .L Alice Cardoza, Hazel Christensen, Helen Danielson, Mar- L .,f,. 'I' garet Harper, Anna Mitchell. Evelyn Modderman. Nadine K 1 Q W Place. Dorothy l'olson, Lorraine Rolfi, Louise Slaughter. V y Q Y Q ' r 1 j ' lxuth btadleman, Rex Sweet, lxathryn VVallace. Saralee J ,L My Zumwalt, Betty llusong. ' .Ks they finished entry into the llappy llunting llround the Chief was heard to start mumbling under his breath, There is no flower without thorn. XII guucl things must come to end. Must takum bitter with sweet. In the midst of this up came llelen Bailey. Laura Carkeek, Shirley Ann Evans, Nell Fowler, lirma Mcliuen. llelen Nagata. Dorothea Randle, Mary Russell, Gladys Rose. llelen Souza. Mildred Utter, Althea Vosburg, .losephine Burk- hart, Merle ilaynes, jerry Nagel, lylildred Rising and Doris Olson, ,liaqh was complacently enjoying a stick of gum and they greeted the Chief as follows: llowr'ye Chieftie old boy, old boy l The Chief shuddered: 'l'akum away!! No speak linglish ll Me here for rest and quiet ! l. if Y Q. , fg , n fl .. X. e . A X X Several couples swung into view, holding hands and swinging along merrily. Chief swelled up, took in a big breath. threw his hands high in the air and shouted: MW 'f emu' Listen, Me tell big truth. lt is much better to have loved J fy! ,1.7- C ,A Y and lost-yea, much better!l The couples stopped in their N tracks. unhanded each other, stuck their noses high in the 1 ' f air and marched in through the gates. As they passed they Nyi 'UB were identified as: Yance .Xsay and Betty Bergman: Ray- mond .Xzavedo and Frances Besseg Marjorie Biliardi and ME