Washington High School - Washingtonian Yearbook (Fremont, CA)

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Geraldine Harlan “Jerry” has personality phis— She’s g’ot “It” on all of us. William Wyatt O, women! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy and hard to please. Lucille Knobles Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content, The quiet mind is richer than a crown. Kathryn Bliss In a “Puss” catty ways are often found. Not so in “Our Puss,” except when lessons stand around. James Bunker I ne’er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me. Doris Dutre My crown of glory was my curls. I’ve cut it now like other girls. Rosalie Joyce She says her likes are many, and her dislikes very few; We know the one and only— we guess she knows him too. Richard Silva He wants to go places and fix things, I hear, That’s why he’s going to be an electrical engin¬ eer. [ 17 ]

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IsoBEL Thomas Isobel wants to be a ro¬ mantic poetess, Let us encourage her and wish her success. Mary Caldeira Hated by fools, and fools to hate. Be that my motto and my fate. Albert Hirota A futuristic artist, we hope “Al” will never be. When we think we see a train, we’re looking at a tree. Mae Fontes Talking is a waste of time, Silence is the key to thought. Paul Gygax With the women, he’s a wow. He plays the saxophone, and iiow? Ella S ullivan She’s just a ray of sun¬ shine In whose joy we find de¬ light. Dorothy Van Dervoort Mild in manners, bright in mind, A friend, a scholar, an athlete combined. Sabino Ramos He need never expect to get fat. He does the mile in no¬ thing flat.

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SENIORS 197 9 Albert Leonardo Geef a look, Albert is wan beeg- man. Can he play football ? I’ll say he can. Pauline Amaral Eenie, meenie, miny mo, Which is which, nobody knows. Emeline Amaral For one of us was born a twin. And not a soul knew which. Edith Oliveira She who comes to me and pleadeth In the lovely name of Edith. Oh g-rant me. Heaven, a middle state Neither too humble nor too g-reat. Vivian Joseph We like her frank anti smiling face. Her sensible and quiet grace. Edith Goulart Andrew Andrade He’d rather choose that he should die Than his predictions prove a lie. Claire Bettencourt He doth give his joy to all; He becomes an infant small. [ ]