Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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QUIN AULT 13 I, Aibin Wagar, leave one tiny swimming suit to Kathryn Appleyard. I, Pauline Wilmoth, leave my correspondence course on how to study on the street car to Dick Nichols. I. Helen Wylie, leave a perfect articulation to Tubby Tuttle. I, Edith Eberline, do not leave as I intend to succeed Marion. I, Melvin Fosjack, leave one seat in the Wishkah bus to George McKay. We, Lorraine Giffin and Ila Evans, leave all the demerits we did net use to Olga Knoph and Esther Lund. I, Hank Murphy, leave because I fear that if my sweater had many more stripes I would be mistaken for a convict. I, Dorothy Noll, leave a brilliant flapper’s career to Gertrude Johnson. I, Sam Norin, leave my record of having killed no one while adjusting scenery to Tommy Edwards. I, Ellen Nordman, leave my paint brush to Opal Austin — and how! I, Clifford Smith, leave with a hop, skip and a jump. I, Jean Stewart, leave my Greta Garbo hairdress to Mildred Price. I, Ruth Strom, leave my dancing ability to my sis. I, Kate Scure, leave the school, not for long, however, as Eddie Dolan and I have formed a partnership and plan on taking over the auditorium. I, Aile Leaf, leave my ability to be mistaken for girl’s basketball captain to Shirley Dean. We, Dorthy and General Robert E. Lee, leave, as we think we have been here long enough. I, Bernie Wiseman, as I do not care to leave Jack to any Junior girl, will take him with me. I, William Waara, leave the Student Body to Aune Waino Olga Lauri Aile Toivo Laukanen as I do not think the Student Body should be under foreign control. I, Taynton Thayer, leave my Don Juaniness to Bronko Boskovich. The Woods, having confused me, I, Bus Le Roy, leave this wild territory to Bill Fultz. I, Cecilia Talevich, leave my position as chief sales girl to Madge Car-bery. I, C’ara Knoph, if I leave at all, will have nothing left to leave. I, Harry Osgood, leave, singing merrily. I, Geneva Russell, leave for the city of my own name, having formed a plan for world peace. I, Gudrun Krogh, leave to join a zoo. I, Irene Letho, leave myself, if I may. I, Malcolm Manwell, leave a head of curly blonde hair to Ade Jaskar. We, Lucille Shoun and Margaret Soule, leave nothing in particular; but everything in general. I, Louise Swanson, leave for the Sahara Desert where I will come into my rightful kingdom, as SHEIK. I, Sally Haapanen, leave a round-trip ticket to South Aberdeen to be used by Richard Baikema when on a slumming party. I, Joe Reynolds, leave for Cosmopolis where I will take up my father’s work as Missionary to the heathens. I, Esther Lundberg, leave to anyone my — regrets. I, Ellen Mahonen, leave a Leave to be left by the left leaver when on a leave. I, Neil Cams, having just completed my masterpiece, entitled “How

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12 QUIN AULT son and Avis Marvin have become rival radio announcers over Station SOAP. Helen Fredenburg, Grace Hamilton, Lorraine Giffin, Don Hall, Wilbur Cyrus, and Bob LeRoy felt the call of the Wild and started on a perilous journey to introduce the up-to-date dish of apple cause to the inhabitants of the Fiji Islands. It is sed that Karl Karshner and Bud Davenport made a small fortune by selling the copyright of their photographs to replace the picture of the Smith Brothers on cough drop boxes. Hilma Johnson, Dorothy Noll, and Betty Hentley, leading phycho-analyticianists, have discovered the reason why. Alan Crammatte, editor of the Ocosta Gazette, dydde feature this month a humor column written by the well known satirists, George Savage and Ed Evanson. Alberta Allen, Helen Studebaker, Fern Ross, Helen Wylie, Gweneth Chamberlain, Lucille Shoun, Carolyn Hopkins, Lila Jean Robinson, and Myrtle Gustafson, are all enthusiastic examples of the ability of any woman to have both an marriage and an carreer.............” At this point, even tho ye scroll was only half finished, the boatswain coughed surreptitiously. As he was about to continue, a shrill whistle resounded throughout the pirate vessel. “Stir your stumps, ye lazy rat,” wheezed the bedridden commander. “Doncha know that’s a Fire Drill?” And groaning with agony, Captain Neil Ulysses Cams III of the pirate ship Mary Anne turned to his nurse and mumbled innarticulately, “Quick! I’ve had a relapse!” Ye Class Will By cA4ay G. Hall and Warren CAustin W’E, the class of 1928, the most brilliant, versatile, oratorical, literary, athletic, dramatical and peppiest class ever to grace the annals of Weath-erwax history, finding the weather favorable; being in sound body and mind; having complete control of our senses and realizing that we must bequeathe something of value to the needy; do hereby make and publish out last testament, to-wit: To the Juniors we leave the school, knowing that it is now on its way to the dogs. To the Sophs we leave them — flat! To Mr. Balkema we leave some new alibis to be used when refusing the next Senior class various and sundry favors. To Mrs. West we leave peace and quietness. I, Mildred Abrams, leave my stronghold at the Hi School store to Ruth Temple. We, Ruth and Merle Atkinson, leave our brotherly and sisterly love to Betty and Bill Desmond. I, Howard Anderson, leave Dewdrop Cheek to anyone wishing to care for her. I, Willabell Atkins, leave my great understanding of chemistry to any future victim of the art. I, Helen Studebaker, leave to join Alexander the Great. I, Sophie Trask, leave my ability to get along with Mr. Baker to Ursula Ovitt.

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14 QUIN AULT To Go With One Girl More Than Three Weeks,” leave it to Morris Bowes. We, Waino Talso, Ben Ruuska, Lauri Karvonen, and Aile Kangas, leave one copy of “East Side, West Side” to the next group of Scandanavi-ans in the Senior class hoping that they will emphasize the first part of the title and dominate elections as we have. I, Ruth Jones, leave my wonderful dramatic ability and my men’s disguise to the next Dramatic class. For further information “SEE JONES.” I, Bert Jennings, leave my canary — voice to Donald Murphy. We, Karl Karshner and George Savage, father and son, leave for Europe and the brick-yards, respectively. I, Meb Klufton, leave my Charlie Chaplin “gags” to Chuck Lane to be “guarded” as I have “guarded” them. I, Charles Ecklund, leave my base to ball. I, Russell Eddy, leave one pair of oxfords to the football team, to be used as dugouts for themselves and visiting teams. I, Edward Evanson, leave one half-used can of Sargent’s Tea, guaranteed to make the hair absolutely coal black, to Bill Jaskar. I, Jack Fowler, leave my Overland to Kathryn West who is to convert it into a bus running between Junction City and Weatherwax. I, Helen Fredenburg, leave to get “la joy” out of life. I, Irwin Galbraith, will let A1 do the leaving. We, Walter Gibson and Don Hall, eave this life as we are joining the Army. I, Florence Glaser, leave my job as Honor Society president to Charles Preble. I, Lillian Greer, leave two good ear-muffs to Frances Moore. I, Carolyn Hopkins, leave to civilize a new addition. To Gerty Pfund, I, Bob Irish, leave one bowl of Lima Beans. I, Myrtle “Babe” Pcrtier, leave for Hollywood to accept a movie-con-tract in which I am to be starred in competition with Clara Bow. I, May Horrocks, will be lucky if I leave at all. I, Chester Kalinowski, leave the school in peace as I take my saxophone with me. I, Myrtle Gustafson, leave my usher squad as I have been transferred to Roxy’s. I, Dora Hauge, leave — forever. I, Harold Hegg, leave my rowdy manner to Whatchacallem. I, Marie Hilberg, leave for Wishkah again, to take up my former duties as Student Body President. I, Betty Hentley, leave one volume of unfinished poems to be completed by Mitchell Gasparovich. I, Edward Jacobson, leave for Culver City to be starred in the new movie called “The Patsy.” I, Geraldine Champ, leave my school-teacher complex to the next librarian. I, Joe Janzik, leave a thousand-page summary of American History to Mr. Baker. I, Esther Kaiyala, leave to answer the call of the wild. I, Taimi Lassila, leave to Mi'dred K. West, one thousand absentee slips. I, Oliver Kelly, will attempt to leave cnce more. I, Harold Lightfoot, leave to enter life with leaden feet. I, Avis Marvin, leave my Lappish ways to Georgina Gibb.