Washington High School - Washingtonian Yearbook (Fremont, CA)

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Senior Class History Class Officers President . Ernest Pimentel Floyd Dickerson Jeannette Porter James Takesaka Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Motto Forward Lies Our Goal Class Colors Red and White Class Flower Roses Ye who d hear this classes story, Hear the fame that e er ptLrsties ns, Hear the doings of our leaders. Listen to this tale we tell here, Hegend of the FwentySevensy OFr the fields and oYr the houses. Through the tranquil air of morning. Heard we all that signal calling. Ed jew Caishun, he the mighty. Stood erect and called us to him. How these four years we have spent here. Found and conquered all this learning. Going now we stop and ponder. Wonder where our boat is sailing. Thinking, too, of what we e done here; Of the good times we have had here; How our warriors eYr have conquered; And our parties were successf id; And our war chiefs — they—the teachers. How theyHl weep and sigh, lamenting That SO grand a tribe is leaving. But our goal we now are reaching And the prize—a slip of paper — Four years labor representing. Looms before us as a symbol. As we part for unknown regions. We hear hallways, dark and lonely. Sigh, Farewell, Oh Twenty-Sevens. ’ —Mila Norris, ’ 27 .

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Hlasltinittonian HARRY KONDA Harry is a hurdler Whom everybody knows, For he strikes fear into the hearts Of all our high school foes. ISABEL FERRY Though Isabel may seem quite meek, She’s a very defiant girl; Though everyone else may bob her hair. Still she’ll blossom forth in curls. Class Officers James Takesaka Floyd Dickerson Jeannette Porter, Ernest Pimentel

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llUislnni toni in Class Will . We the senior class of Washington Union High School knowing that on June 16 we are doomed to leave this school and depart for unknown regions, and having in our possession certain articles which we feel we cannot take with us, do hereby will them collectively and individually as follows: To the faculty we leave: Relief and regrets struggling for supremacy. To the juniors we leave our class symbols for their senior rings. To the sophomores we leave our ability to guide the lowly freshmen. To the freshmen we leave our agreeable dispositions, knowing how much they will need them during the remainder of their high school career. I, Helen Amaral, do will and bequeath my curly locks and smile to Stella Mendonca. I, Jewell Anderson, leave my tininess to Marie Escobar. I, Wilbert Bettencourt, leave my beautiful piece of dentistry to Tony Duarte. I, Josephine Boggini, will my everlasting supply of gum to Florence Aust. I, Antoinette Botelho, will my position as pianist for the glee clubs to Elmer Lewis, provided it does not hurt his eardrums. I, Eva Brazil, leave my willowy shapeliness to Alice Agna. I, Inez Brown, will my ability to make lengthy orations in assembly meetings to Ina Hiller. I, Ernest Brown, fear that I have little left to will after some senior girls and other wild things have done their worst to me. However I leave my love for women to Percy Broberg. I, James Collins, leave my knowledge of geometry to John Andrade. I, Mae Dias, will my ability to laugh and grow fat to Anna May Fy ffe. I, Floyd Dickerson, leave my Chevrolet and everything else that gees with it to Jack Awbrey. I, Isabel Ferry, will my habit of knowing everything about everyone’s business all of the time to Frank Steinmetz. I, Kenneth Ferry, bequeath my aloof indifference of the vampish wiles of women to Phillip Sousa, who needs it sorely. I, Velois Fournier, leave my fondness for women to Raphael Souza and Marino lacopi. I, Edward George, bequeath my ability to spell to Elizabeth Costa. I, Pearl Horn, bequeath my seat on the Irvington bus to Margaret Sinclair, know¬ ing how she has coveted it for the past year. I, Harry Kcnda, will my famous red socks to Edward Enos. I, Billee Langdon, will my charming personality to Leon Mendonca. [ 16 ]