Washington High School - Washingtonian Yearbook (Fremont, CA)

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ll1asliini tontan Class Prophecy While on a recent tour of the world,” writes Mary Willis, world famed violinist, who studied under Professor Owen, met many of my old associates who are widely scattered through the different ports of life. ‘‘During my short visit in Los Angeles I visited Oliver’s Automobile Corporation Building. It is said to be the largest in the world. Because of its massive size the em¬ ployees move about on roller-skates, so as not to waste time. Jeannette Porter has been hired as chief messenger and receives a very high salary, since it is seldom a company finds such a swift, graceful skater. It will be remembered that Jeannette always took her skates when she went riding. “In Detroit I visited the Ford factory and was very much surprised to find Ed¬ ward George seated at the desk formerly occupied by Henry Ford. Edward has taken over the management of the factory, and Fords are now running on hot air. “While in Chicago I called on Ernest Brown and found him deeply interested in a book entitled, ‘How to Reduce Quickly.’ Ernest plans to enter the men’s contest for the title, ‘Mr. America,’ but feels that he is a trifle too stout just at present. “I spent several days in New York where many of my celebrated classmates now reside. “One evening I dropped in at a night club just in time to see a graceful dancer glide across the polished surface of the floor. She was greeted with wild applause. I was astonished when I was told that the celebrated dancer was none other than Isabel Ferry. She is fast climbing the dizzy heights of fame as one of Broadway’s gayest butterflies, and is known as the talker of New York. “The next day I visited James Collins who now holds an important position with the government. I attended the world series to see my old classmate, Nori Nagai, the home run king, in action. The absence of Babe Ruth on the team would have been very conspicuous if Nori had not taken his place. Poor Babe Ruth resigned when he saw Nori knock home runs. Cheerio Nori! You’ve brought honor to the class of ’27. “Time was growing short, but I could net resist taking one little peek at Coney Island where Margaret Moore is now entertaining patrons by singing popular songs and selling hot dogs. Mr. E. Coney, owner of the Island, is her manager. “Feeling rather gay and wishing to do something exceedingly wicked, I walked up to a news stand and purchased a Whiz Bang. I felt terribly guilty and was glad that I was in New York where none of the deacons of my church could see me, for there hasn’t been a scandal in our family since my great grand aunt walked home from Paul Revere’s Ride. I opened the book and was horror stricken to find that Inez Brown is now the joke editor. It must have been her ability to get a joke while in high school that enabled her to obtain such a position. “Just before I left for Europe I attended a bathing beauty review and was over¬ joyed to see the judges award the title, ‘Miss America,’ to Josephine Boggini. As Miss America, Josephine plans to star in several movies. “As I was about to leave I grabbed up a paper and found that LaVerne Stivers is still pursuing her journalistic career as editor of Dickerson’s Daily. Floyd plays an important part in the publication by acting as printer and paper-c arrier.

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I, Alma Logan, will my drag in chemistry to Bob” Amyx. I, Margaret Lowrie, leave my freckles and my famous hair to Hugh Steinhoff. I, Margaret Moore, hereby will to Daisy Mendenhall my marked preference for large men. I, Nori Nagai, will my midnight oil and also bequeath my shy attitude to Lloyd Hygelund knowing that he will use both sparingly. I, Mila Norris, will my mirthful tee-hee to Ellen Dusterberry so she can use it in vamping James Cull. I, Michael Overacker, will my Easter bunny sweater to Charles Dana. I, Mary Peralta, will my position as private secretary to Mr. Solvason to Edna Wellington. I, Ernest Pimentel, will my delightful cornet solos to Clarence Anderson. I, Jeannette Porter, bequeath my sylph-like shape to Lillian Cesari and also leave her my volume, More Sustaining than Meat.” I, Addison Richmond, do will and bequeath my cherubic smile and line of chatter to Joseph Fontes. I, Gladys Rose, will my ability to talk and talk and then talk some more to Mar¬ garet White. I, Theresa Santos, will my perfect boyish bob to Evelyn Amaral. I, Marian Sekigahama, leave my penmanship to the Green twins. I, Anna Silveria, will my come-hither glance to Lena Rivers. I, Viola Souza, bequeath the typewriter that I wrecked in the interests of the Wash¬ ingtonian to Hazel Hempleman. I, LaVerne Stivers, leave my information on how to be the class cut-up in com¬ mercial law to Helen Andrade. I, Lucy Shinn, will my fiery locks to Ichiji Matsuda. I, James Takesaka, will my scholarship record to Anthony Bettencourt feeling that he needs it more than I do. I, Mary Willis, bequeath my ability to grow one way to Della Dennis. Signed and sealed this ninth day of May in the presence of: Skippy” Somerset Gohagen.”

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)ctsliini;fontein The headlines, ' DIAMONDS MISSING,’ attracted my attention. Reading on, I learned that Mae Dias was again on her way to Reno in search of another diamond, her last one having mysteriously disappeared. It will be remembered that Mae started her collection of rare jewels while in high school. After a dull journey across the ocean, I felt the need of some amusement, and so decided to visit the Bohemian quarter of Paris. In one of the studios I was looking over some paintings when I saw a poetic looking person feverishly writing on a piece of paper. It was Mila Norris, well known poet. She had just had an inspiration and was hurrying to make note of it before it left her. In a remote corner of the same studio I came upon a man in a paint smeared artist s smock. He smiled as I approached, and I was astonished when I saw that it was Wilbert Bettencourt, the distinguished artist. His popularity as an artist far surpasses that of the famous Raphael. In Italy I attended a concert at which Billee Langdon, Galli-Curci’s successor, sang many ballads composed by Ernest Pimentel. Ernest is also a composer of jazz, ranking next to Irving Berlin as a jazz artist. ' That evening I attended a theatre to witness Pavlowa’s first appearance with her new dancing partner, Addison Richmond. Add is the only man who has ever achieved fame as a toe dancer. On the train from Italy to Germany I spent the greater part of the time reading the season’s most popular book, Terry Tales, by Alice.’ It has made a big hit in literary circles and has been translated into all languages. Before arriving in Germany I had expected to have a very dull time there, but on my arrival I learned that Souza’s Band was playing in Berlin, and the thought of seeing Viola, the director, brightened my hopes. While talking to Viola I was disappointed to learn that Marian Sekigahama, now known as Mile. Marie, leading lady of the Ziegfield Follies, had been in Paris at the same time I was, and that I had not met her. In Russia I met Pearl Horn wandering sadly about trying to decide on the most dramatic way of committing suicide. An unlucky love affair and the failure of her chicken ranch on Nob Hill, Irvington, have made her discouraged. At Moscow I visited the insane asylum. While going through one of the corridors we came to a padded cell. The occupant was sitting on the floor counting buttons, and the guard explained that he was Michael Overacker, former secretary of the treasury at Washington. Brooding over the loss of both his position and his wife had caused him to become insane. Just at that time Michael arose and started doing a little spring dance; so we left. My tour then led me to Switzerland. I visited a little goat ranch high up in the Alps where James Takesaka, the owner, spends his time trying to apply his knowledge of higher mathematics and science to the milking and raising of goats. Our boat landed in China late in the afternoon. Going through a small village, I saw a missionary with his group of converts gathered about him. As we rode by, the converts were shouting, Tong live Reverend Fournier. As minister of the Gospel Velois has converted thousands with his silvery tongued orations. He ranks next to Aimee as an orator.