Washington High School - Washingtonian Yearbook (Fremont, CA)

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I’age Twenty-seven

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Histoin) of tl)c Class of ' 2M On August 25, 1924, our class gathered for the first time in the new High School. You can just imagine how big we felt as we rode to school in the fine new busses that first morning. We were very proud, for we realized we were the first pupils to enter the new building, since the Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores did not meet until Tuesday. After we had been here for a few weeks, we organized our class, and elected the following officers: President, John Ruskofsky; Vice-President, Edward Coney; Secretary, Dorothy Smith; Treasurer, George Lowrie. When it comes to yell leaders we have them,— ' The Green Twins. ' ' They are not so green now as they were when they were unanimously elected by the class. Ours is the first class in the history of W. U. H. S. to have twin yell leaders. In the beginning of the year, we were kept in constant fear by the upper classmen, and many was the day we trembled as we saw the Sopho¬ mores whispering together and casting side glances at us all the while. However, nothing terrible has come of it, but a delightful reception given to us by the Girls ' League. The most important event in our history as a class, was the Valentine Party, given to the school, which, with the help of our class teacher. Miss Sandholdt, was a great success. We have always been eager to help on committees or as a class in any way that we could, and sincerely hope that we may leave a good record and thus show our appreciation to the citizens of Washington Township for giving us this fine new building. Page Twenty-six

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-i ' a Kathleen Clarke had lived in Panama since she was small. Kathleen was now nearly nineteen. Her skin, never delicate, was browned from ex¬ posure. Her eyes were blue and her hair a glorious brown that no amount of tropical sun could harm. She was slender and athletic. ‘‘Come, called Kathleen to her brother, ‘ IPs time for a swim.’’ ‘ Coming,” answered Art. Kathleen was waiting in her swimming suit. The becich was just be¬ low the house, so they always went down in their suits. Kathleen could swim like a fish. Ever since they were children she and her brother had swam. At the beach they found their crowd. It was near dusk, the time a swim is most enjoyed in Panama. “Who’s that?” questioned Kathleen of Art. Strangers on this beach were few. Only people living near, American people, came there to swim. “Oh, I meant to tell you,” replied Art. “He’s a cousin of Pete’s. He has just come from the States. He’l l be here the rest of the season. I’ll introduce him to you.” “All right, he looks like a good addition to our crowd. Can he swim ?” “Don’t know. Find out.” “I’ll have to. If he doesn’t swim, he’ll be a flat-tire.” Art introduced Kathleen to the stranger, who was Roger Mendon. He was light-haired, tall and good-looking. “Kathleen,” said her brother. “You’ll have to call your race off. Jim isn’t here.” Page Twenty-eight