Ukiah High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Ukiah, CA)

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PRGPI-IECY Last night as I hiked down the railroad For the pleasure and fun I derive I dreamt that I saw my old classmates Who were with me in the year '35, I used to believe they were friendly And when I sang why they used to hum But that was before I went haywire And started downhill on the bum. Who'd thought I was doomed to misfortune That I'd live to be an outcast That my dinner would be where I found it- I'm sure it was none of my class. Now look-they're all so successful, And me-a broken down scamp. We all had identical chances, And 'twas I who turned out a tramp. Now take Eleanor for instance. She's teaching at University of Cal. Who'd thought she'd ever get married, And least of all-marry old Hal! We next think of Caroline Anderson The girl with those deep somber eyes, And to think that she'd ever go Bake Shop And fashion out sweet apple pies. A topping her list of good clients, The name of George Wenglein appears. His weakness for pies not been fatal Though its followed him down through the years In the sports of each Sunday paper You can see Flash Ledeboer's name. Yes-his bones are becoming a bit brittle, But chess is an aged man's game. Perhaps his success is divided With his manager Bartow Van V. And to think that I once was his equal And had the same chance as he. And next we have Doctor Davis, A man now-reclining in years. He's married a nurse-Carol Nevin, And was endowed with three sons it appears. Evelyn's presiding in congress Oft times she makes the front page. It seems as though she's in favor Of Doc Townsend's Plan for Old Age. Well me-I'm certainly in favor If there's anyway for me to help

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I, Evelyn Koory, leave my gift of gab to Kenneth Mahurin. I, Betty Lawrence, leave my size to anyone who doesn't have to play basketball center. I, Doris Lawrence, leave my head of flaxen curls to Genevieve Doran. I, Fred Ledeboer, leave to Yasuo Wada my numerous athletic awards. I, Hale McCoWen, leave to Earline Abbott my ability to never get flustered. I, Doris Moulton, with due respect to the stern faculty, leave my ability to chew gum in class and get away with it to Veltha Davis. I, Gail Neuhaus, leave to Cecille McClendon my domineering personal- ity. I, Carol Nevin, leave my position as yell leader to Olive Cromwell. I, June Parker, leave to Arzelle Dennen my unexplainable popularity. I, Arnold Rains, leave my post of Butterball King to Thoren Fravel. I, Laurence Rogers, leave to Charles Norfolk my firmly knit Grecian figure. I, Margaret Romer, leave my stately way of walking to Betty Nehring. I, Eleanor Schneider, leave to Frances Hill my ability to laugh at the worst of Mr. Chessall's jokes. I, Hal Storer, leave my reputation as a Don Juan to Ernest Thornton. I, James Stougton, fhaving no desire to rememberj leave to Don We- selsky the memories of my train ride to Fort Bragg on March 16. I, Lucille Lange, leave to Edna Sanderson my numerous musical talents. I, Ralph Thompson, leave my boisterous ways to Glenn Gibson. I, Viola Tindall, leave my numerous brain convolutions to Frances Hub- bard. I, Hazel Turri, leave to Kazue Onomiya my rank of Ukiah Hi's Home Run King. I, Sylvia Ulvila, leave to Julia Broggi my position as Girls' League President. I, Bartow Van Voorhis, leave to anyone who is capable of filling it, my position of Student Body President. I, Harvey Weatherhead, leave the goal unguarded in the hopes that Don Weselsky can put as many points in it as I have done. I, George Wenglein, leave to Milton Ford my pernicious appetite for those good apple pies. I, Virginia West, leave my love for flowers, bugs and things to Florence Miller. I, Chaplin Williams, leave to Lloyd McAfee my outstanding scholastic ability. I, J une Williams, leave my MaeWestian accents to Betty Ryder. I, Victor Williams, leave my knowledge of a Royal Typewriter to Miss Perry. I, Elaine Morgan, leave to Adelina Graziano my map of Calpella. I, Jess Rawles, leave to Dick Davis my ability to get to school on time. I, Clista Lorraine Lang, leave to Carol Grothe my ability to do things with a violin. ' I, Stanley White, leave my vast supply of longitude to Bill Hopper. Realizing the pleasure the heirs and heiresses will receive from these endowments, we, the Senior Class, leave as a whole our position of prestige to the J uniors-our knowledge through experience to the Sophs-and our dignity to the Freshmen. SENIOR CLASS

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Well, maybe I'd better say nothing They'd just think I was trying to yelp. A bigger sensation than Lindberg Even though there's no boy to kidnap Is Harv-aviator of daring He's flown everywhere on the map. And always in the co-pilot's cock-pit May be seen Barbara Davis' head. It seems as though she won't trust him As a good wife would do in her stead. And Leslie turned out an inventor Perfecting an auto plane light The rays of which liquidate darkness- He was helped by Assistant Stan White. Now, Leland and Clarence are captains In the Expeditionary Force of the Air Their General seems to be Chaplin All three must have learned how to swear. So Arthur turned out a musician And Laurence an artist of fame And Marvin became a great banker, Employing as cashier, A. Rains. John's flying a 'bomber for China And may blow Japan off the earth. Jean Kinsler is covering the fighting And her articles are all filled with mirth. Blond Ernestine joined with a circus And tells fortunes for the sum of a dime. Elaine became a detective And forms a great menace to crime. D. Moulton is writing a story Entitled The Planet of Mars. It contains all her vast store of knowledge She gathered while visiting the stars. Now Adeline's running a hen farm, And culls all but double yolked eggs. Viola is running a tea shop. It appears she came down just a peg. Maryella's the county recorder And Turri the talk of the town. It looks as if she's bee'n voted As Hollywood's most famous clown. Barbara Branscomb, the great nature lover Just returned from a trip to the Nest, Where she purchased a new kind of flower Perfected by Ingram and West.