Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 66 of the 1925 volume:

5 The CHIPMUNK 1924 1925 Published by the Students of The Westwood High School, Westwood, California. The Chipmunk Page Five DEDICATION TO Mrs. Margaret R. Frodsham In appreciation of her untiring efforts and unselfish interest in ourselves and in the work of our school, we, the students of Westwood High School, do affectionately dedi- cate this edition of the Chipmunk.” Page Six The Chipmunk Dr. Fred J. Davis Mr. F. W. Koerner THE WESTWOOD BOARD OF EDUCATION Mr. Fletcher L. Walker The Chipmunk Page Seven Faculty and Student Body Officers Faculty: Mrs. Gardner, Domestic Science: Miss Ball. Commercial: Mrs. Frodsham. Mathematics. Languages: Mr. Miller. Principal: Mrs. Jayne. Oral English: Miss Neill. Spanish. Coaching: Mr. Ashcraft. Physical Education: Miss Flint. History. Physical Education. Art: Miss Lord. English. Economics: Miss Doyle. Science. English: Mr. Browne. Mechanical Drawing, Manual T raining. STUDENT Body Officers: Joe Sharon. Milton Lambert. Ellis Minshall. Fred Davis. Mr. Miller. Clay Fisher. Minnie Martin. Helen Morrison, Mary Ann Martin, Miss Doyle. Page Eight The Chipmunk SENIOR CLAY FISHER ALICE SWAIM MARYANN MARTIN CLYDE EASLEY VINCENT EELION ANGELINE PETTERSON The Chipmunk Page Nine CLASS ROSEMMA PRIEST HUGH ADAMS FRED DAVIS LAURA CHAFFIN LEONA SUMMERS RUDOLPH KLOTZ Page Ten The Chipmunk Senior Record HUGH H. ADAMS: Freshman Class Presi- dent, 1922-1923; “Princess Chrysanthe- mum.” 1923: Scholarship Rules Com- mittee. 1 923: 'Ze Moderne English ' 1924: Circus Committee. 1 923. 1 924. 1925. Laura CHAFFIN: Baseball. 1923. 1924. 1 925: Circus Committee. 1924: Senior Side Show. Circus. 1925: “Seven Keys to Baldpate. 1925. FRED Davis: “Situhe,” 1922: Business Manager. “‘Chipmunk. 1924: Editor- in-Chief. Chipmunk. 1 925: Vice President Student Body. 1 925: Track. 1925: Valedictorian. CLYDE Easley: Transferred from Floral City High School. Florida. 1 923: Bas- ket Ball. 1924: Baseball. 1924. 1925: Circus Committee. 1924. 1925. VINCENT PELION: Transferred from Ake- ly High School. Akely. Minnesota. 1922: Princess Chrysanthemum. 1 923: Basket Ball. 1 923: Circus. 1 923. 1924. 1925: An Economical Boome- rang. 1924: Come Out of the Kitch- en. 1924: Baseball. 1924. 1925: Edi- tor-in-Chief. Chipmunk. 1 924: Track. 1 925: Seven Keys to Baldpate. 1925. CLAY Fisher: ‘“Grumpy. 1 922: Vice President. Sophomore CLss. 1 923: Ex- ecutive Committee. 1 923. 1924. 1925: Baseball. 1 923, 1 925: Circus. 1 923. 1925: Student Body President. 1921- 1 925: Senior Class President. 1924- 1925: Basket Ball. 1924. 1925: “The Trysting Place. 1924: Seven Keys to Baldpate. 1925. RUDOLPH KLUTZ: Transferred from An- derson Union High School. California. 1924: Basket Ball, 1924. 1925: Base- ball. 1924. 1925: General Chairman. Circus. 1925; Track. 1 925; Salutato- rian. MARYANN Martin: Basket Ball. 1923: Princess Chrysanthemum. 1923; Cir- cus Committee. 1922. 1923. 1924. 1 925: Assistant Editor. Chipmunk. 1924; Nominating Committee. 1924: Senior Representative, Executive Com- mittee. 1924-1925; Vaudeville. 1924: Business Manager. Vaudeville. 1924: Literary Editor. Chipmunk. 1925: Property Mistress. Seven Keys to Bald- pate. 1925: Typing Contest. Alturas. 1 925. ANGELINE PETTERSON: Transferred from Crookston High School. Minnesota. 1 923; Circus. 1 924. 1925: Property Mistress. Come Out of the Kitchen. 1924; Literary Editor. Chipmunk. 1924: Vaudeville. 1 925; Property Mis- tress. Vaudeville. 1924: Basket Ball. 1924. 1925: Vice President. Senior Class. 1924-1925. ROSEMMA PRIEST: Transferred from Berke- ley High School. California, 1923: Princess Chrysanthemum. 1 923; Cir- cus. 1924. 1925: Come Out of the Kitchen. 1924: Vaudeville. 1924; “ Seven Keys to Baldpate. 1925; Art Editor, Chipmunk, 1925. f Leona Summers: Grumpy. 1922: Freshman Representative. Executive Com- mittee. 1922: Princess Chrysanthe- mum. 1923: Secretary. Sophomore Class. 1923: Circus. 1923. 1924. 1925: Economic Boomerang. 1924; Bas- ket Ball. 1924: Girls’ Athletic Manager, 1924-1925: Come Out of the Kitch- en. 1924: Vaudeville. 1 925; Seven Keys to Baldpate.’ 1925. ALICE SwaiM: Transferred from Red Bluff. California, 1 923; Secretary. Treas- urer. Junior Class. 1 92 3-1924; Basket Ball. 1923: Secretary-Treasurer. Senior Class. 1924-1925: Vaudeville. 1924: Circus, 1925: Legislative Committee. 1924-1925; Seven Keys to Baldpate. 1 925. The Chipmunk Page Eleven Horoscope Nickname Pastime Appearance Expression Ambition. To Be Doc . Soap box orator . Decrepit .... Doggonit! . A beauty specialist. Laura. . . . . Gossip reporter. . . . Plump Oh. say! . . A Phi Beta Kappa. Bun . Vamping Rough'n-ready . Maybe. . . . A doctor of Fords. Blackic . . . . Talking backwards. . Sunburnt O-wich! . . A musician. Vince. . . . . Provoking people . . Ministerial . . . I got it! . . . Mayor of Westwood. Fish . Radioing Keen Say, Buddy! An Arrow Collar ad. Rudy . . . . . Crabbing Snappy Look out! . An interior decorator Martin . . . . Making faces Pretty nifty. . . Huh—well! . A champion typist. Angie . . . . Tickling ’em Hard-boiled. . . Oh. fish! . . Always changing it. Bud . Envying Galli-Curci Happy-go-nutty Holy cow! . Dimpled. Peggy . . . . Squabbling Thrilling. . . . Oh. bluey! . A dancing mistress. Sparky . . . Arriving late. . . . Sleepy Number? . . Willowy. WESTWOOD Where the steel of commerce winds away Through the pines, and the sky at close of day Is charged with a sooty sorrow. There is high in the west the glow of a fire That dies not. nor fears again to aspire To the heights of heaven on the morrow. For the train of the logger makes never a stir In the pines that scorn its fretting. And the spirit of men is not dimmed by the blur Of the smoke when the sun is setting. Page Twelve The Chipmunk Senior Prophecy Alone in the world, I wandered aimlessly down the streets of Los Angeles hungry and tired, without the slightest idea where I was to get my next meal or where I was to rest my weary frame. I wandered for hours and finally came to Long Beach. It must have been fully nine o’clock when I stood looking into the water thinking how wonderful it would be to end it all. The thought struck me so hard that I lost my bearings and plunged into the cold, cruel water. Because I am writing this, there is no need for me to say that I was rescued. 1 came to, and expected to hear angels singing—one does expect too much sometimes, I suppose—but I was disappointed, for instead, I heard the strains and pounds of a jazz orchestra. Looking around, I found myself lying on a small couch in a rather bare but neat room. Over in the corner I observed an old gray-haired fellow staring at me with a rather puzzled expression. As would be expected, I said, Where am I. and how did I get here?” There was no answer and so I repeated my question, a little louder this time, thinking perhaps that he might be hard of hearing. At this he got up from his chair and walked over to a shelf where there was a glass of water out of which he took a plate of false teeth and placed them in his mouth, then turning to me said slowly, Well, as to where you are, if your hearing is good you can tell for yourself that you are at no funeral, but on the private yacht of Mr. Goldrocks, and as to how you got here; well, I heard a splash and saw you bob up and down a couple of times so I lowered a life boat and pulled you out. If Mrs. Goldrocks found out she would probably squawk like a pig caught under a gate. All the time he was talking I noticed something very familiar about him, but couldn't quite figure out where I had seen him before: and then when he made that remark concerning the pig I realized suddenly that I was speaking to no one other than an old schoolmate, Hugh Adams. I was speechless for a few moments; then as I slowly came to my senses I cried, Why, Hugh Adams, what in the world are you doing here? I thought if I ever saw you again you would be some noted physician. Don't you recognize me? I am Bud Priest. At first he looked sympathetically at me as though he thought that the water had in some way affected my upper extremities but at the mention of my name he brightened up and vigorously shook my hand. Well, well, so it is. My, but you have changed. If you looked around carefully you might see some more of our Senior class. Just a minute and I'll show you something that will be a rather surprise and shock to you.” At this he made his exit but soon returned followed by a personage who looked so abused and maltreated that I wanted to laugh and yet cry in sym- pathy for the poor fellow. As he stood staring at me, a stout, over-dressed, bejeweled woman appeared at the door and at the sight of Mr. Goldrocks sternly exclaimed: At last I have found you, Rudolph! I’ve been searching the yacht for you and----- why, what does this mean? Who are you? I can’t understand The Chipmunk Page Thirteen how such a vicious looking character dared even approach our yacht.” This last at the sight of me, and giving me the once over with her monocle. ‘‘Now Laura, m’love, don't be too hasty with her. Skipper Adams, here, has just saved her from the peril of the cruel, cruel depths of these roaring waters.” After they had finished their little confab. Hugh spoke for the first time since their entrance. ‘‘Now, if I may. let me introduce you folks. Miss Priest meet Mr. and Mrs. Goldrocks. You already know them, however, as Laura Chaffin and Rudolph Koltz.” I was standing up now, but this was too much and I reeled over, falling against Rudolph who was not expecting such actions and, losing his balance, toppled gracefully over, landing rather heavily on the bare floor. The racket brought me to and I was escorted into Mrs. Goldrocks’.room. There she left me for a few minutes and returned with some clothes that looked as though they might fit me. I hurriedly cleaned myself up and changed my clothes, and just as we were going out the door a handsome, husky fellow came running up to Mrs. Goldrocks with a telegram which said something about their youngest daughter being very ill and to rush home immediately. Turning on her French heels, Mrs. Goldrocks rushed away to find her husband and left me alone with the messenger. Pardon me, ma’am, but I’m sure I’ve seen your face some place before,” he said. You must be mistaken,” I answered, because I’ve had it right here with me all the time.” Well, perhaps I’m mistaken—er—no, by Jove. I'm not. Ah! I know now— How are you, anyway, Bud?” Why—Clay Fisher, of course. What are you doing here? Me? Oh. I’m the radio operator here. Swell job. I’ll say. I m treated just like one of the family and always invited to all the big blowouts.” Next morning by ten o’clock we were home again—or rather at the Gold- rocks’ mansion. That afternoon as I was wandering about the gardens I met Clay so we sat down and talked over old times. Please tell me everything you know about any of our old classmates, I pleaded, because I’ve never heard from any of them for so many years.” Well. I think I’ve kept in touch with most of them. Let's see now, there are a good many of them right here in Los Angeles and Hollywood. Gee. it's too bad you weren't here last week, because Clyde Easley and Vincent Felion— I presume you remember them—were on the Orpheum Circuit and were the hit of the season. They’re on their way to New York now, though. Perhaps you'll be able to see them on their return trip. It’s funny about Hugh, isn't it?” I said. Yes. it is. You see he and Bun Davis started a big hospital together, but Hugh got too old and so he got the job he has now: says he likes it much better, anyhow.” Now there’s MaryAnn and Angie. Where are they?” What! Haven't you heard about them? Well, probably not, you never Page Fourteen The Chipmunk did read the newspaper much anyway, so I guess I had better tell you. Mary Ann has just completed a world tour of tennis tournaments, defeating all her opponents: and Angie is one of the biggest hits in Ziegfeld's Follies, doing fancy roller skating. ‘‘I don’t suppose you’ve heard of Alice, either. She was an actress for a while but didn't like it much and the last I heard of her she had gone to Russia and married a Russian prince,—or some kind of nobility. I hat was nearly five years ago so if she's like Leona, you can’t tell where or what she is now.” It’s been almost eight years since I heard from Leona, I interrupted. Well, during those eight years it has been very, very hard to keep track of her. She got a job on the Literary Digest joke staff, and she has been sued for libel so many times by people who thought the shoe fitted too quick, that now she adopts a new alias and moves to a new apartment every three weeks. The last I heard of her, she was known as the Countess Kickoff of Minnehaha Falls Inn.” Well, there's not much I can say for myself, except that I went to work as a living advertisement for the Wig-Wag Gum Company, but I found that standing on the corner of Market and Geary in San Francisco all day chewing gum made it impossible for me to talk after hours, and I became so despondent I came down here to L. A. to catch one sight of my idol. Mary Pitchfork, before I ended it all. But the sight of the Skipper surprised me so, that my power of speech seems to have returned entirely. The Chipmunk Page Fifteen Senior Class IDill and Testament We, the Senior class of the Westwood High School, believing ourselves to be fully encumbered with all necessary knowledge, and on the verge of depart- ing from the portals of this worthy institution, do hereby draw up this last will and testament. As a class, we do will our ability to run all Student Body meetings to Ellis Minshall: our Senior Study Hall to the future Senior class, hoping they find better use for it than we have; and to the faculty we express our sincerest sym- pathy for losing such a clever class. Individually and separately we do hereby will the following articles: I, Laura Chaffin, do will my avoirdupois to Fred Drake, my chemistry marks to Toots Felion, and my quiet ways to the Martin Twins. I. Clay Fisher, do will my renowned and famous laugh to Victor Scnm- mon, my good looks to Oliver Torgerson, and my ambitious executive ability to Dreamy Somerville. I. Clyde Easley, do will my Southern accent to Marion Huggins, my ability to study the wrong history lesson to any one who needs a good excuse, and my mustache to Jesse Swaim. I, Rosemma Priest, do will my unmitigated nerve to Nettie Perini (although she doesn't really need it), my ability for talking fast to Margaret Gormanly, and my art of blushing to Myrtle Fuller. I, Rudolph Klotz, do will my ability to crab in Student Body meetings to any one who feels that way. my art of getting along with Miss Lord to Earl Lane, and my ego to Milton Rosentreter. I, MaryAnn Martin, do will my ability to get ice on approval to any one who will try it, my marvelous game of tennis to Bosco Sangster, and my ability to get placed on eats” committees to Una Durham. I, Hugh Adams, do will my oratorical powers to Fred Atkins, my sweet temper to Frances Hewitt, and my views on women to any hard-boiled pessimist. I, Alice Swaim, do will my musical giggle to Buelah Lowe, my jet black hair to Ellis Minshall. and my unsurpassed calm I will keep, believing no one else capable of upholding it. I, Fred Davis, do will my high-powered intelligence to Patricia Pratt, my ability to run after the girls to Howard Costar, and my Ford remodeling ability to Del Chipman. I, Angeline Petterson, do will my red hair to Dick Brown, my sarcasm to Viola Fuller, and my indifference to Bill Corbett and Helen Morrison. I, Leona Summers, do will my ability to create excitement for the sixth period mechanical drawing class to the next circus that comes to town, my punctuality to Luboff Helmich, and my baby stare to Audrey Sangster. —L. S., 25. Page Sixteen The Chipmunk mmm Homer Parker, Victor Scammon, Donald Sangster, Earl Lane. Ellis Min- sball, Milton Rosentreter, Henry Coyle. Harry Gilbert. Joe Sharon. Clyde Vernon, Elsie Steed, Patricia Pratt, Anna Jacobsen, Ella Shults. Fred Atkins. Class Flower: Carnation. Class Colors: Red and White Class Motto: Be Square. Class Officers President-------------- —.....—---------------------------- Ellis Minshall Vice President-------------------------------------------------- . Joe Sharon Secretary ---------------------------------------------- Henry Coyle T reasurer.... Patricia Pratt The Chipmunk Page Seventeen Class Colors: Blue and White President Vi:e President Secretary-T reasurer Class Officers _____Bill Corbett Kenneth Lofstedt Helen Morrison Einar Knutson, Howard Costar, Richard Brown. Kenneth Lofstedt. Bill Corbett. Milton Lambert, Robert Ross. Lewis June, Edward Felion, Arthur Cooley, Myrtle Fuller, Neva Walker, Anna Wallucks. Marion Huggins, Helen Morrison, Bernice Israelson, LubofF Helmich, Una Durham, Sylvia Pratt. FRESHMEN Audrey Sangster, Roland Jensen. Jesse Swaim. Charley Conley. Oliver Torgerson. Clarence Jacobsen. Maynard Wadsworth. Shirley Ricketts. Lester Ricketts, Rcinette Fowler. Beulah Darling. Viola Leonard. Marjorie Williford. La Yern Payne. Carl Young. Fred Drake. Carl Pearson. Gordon Mankins, La Verne Shaw, Margaret Gormanly. Isabelle Sorahan. Blanche Miller, Maggie Martin. Buelah Lowe. Minnie Martin. Marian Norton. Theodora Trask. Frances Hewitt, Lois Taylor. Viola Fuller. Nettie Perini. Class Colors: Blue and Gold. Class Motto: Together we stick; divided we’re stuck. Class Officers President First Semester Marion Small Vice President Theodora Trask Secretary Roland Jensen Treasurer. ._ Second Semester President ........................................... Theodora Trask Vice President........................................... Reinette Fowler Secretary . ....................................... La Verne Shaw Treasurer .................................................. Lois Taylor Page Eighteen ' THE CHIPMUNK The Chipmunk Page Nineteen Harry Lindersmith, ’18, is practicing law in Roseville. Theodore Walker. '19. is cashier for the Red River Lumber Company. Ramona Woodward Walker, '19, is living in Westwood. Enoch Israelson, '20, is working for the Pacific Gas and Electric Company in Berkeley. Walter Luff, Jr., '20, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Vern Ricketts, '20, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Elliott Cassidy, '20, receives his A. B. from the University of California this year. Bessie Coil, '20, is Mrs. Louis Straub. Elizabeth McIntosh, '20, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Evelyn Chase Israelson, '21, is living in Berkeley. Jennie Johnson, ’21, is attending the San Jose Teachers' College. Mildred Dixon, ’21. Mrs. J. J. Southard, is living in San Francisco. Emily Newton, '21. is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Ingerman Jacobsen, '21, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Jens Jacobsen, '21, is a Sophomore at the University of California. Lewis Erbes, '22, is a Junior at the University of California. Lee Norah Roberts, '22, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Louis Dixon. '22. is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Margaret Jacobsen, '22. is a Sophomore at the University of California. Fletcher Walker. Jr., '22. is a Junior at Stanford University. Lillie Maud Birdsong Luff, '22, is living in Westwood. Carl Allen, '23, is living in Oakland. Ruth Gadehon, '23, is a Sophomore at the University of California. Bernice Houghton Scott, '23, is living in Westwood. Agnes Israelson. '23, is a Sophomore at the University of California. John Carniato. '23, is about to return to the University of Nevada, having been absent on leave because of ill health. Page Twenty The Chipmunk Gus Dixon, '23, is a Sophomore at the University of Nevada. Agnes Johnson, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Capitola Quigley Dollarhide, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Vera Jones Drayer, '23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Erwin Morrison, ’23, is a Sophomore at the University of Nevada. Kenneth Walker, ’23, is a Sophomore at Stanford University. Joyce Ricketts, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Edith Williford, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Ruth Wilson, '23, is a Sophomore at the University of California. Ruth Jensen, ’24, is assistant to the kindergarten teacher in Westwood. Hans Jacobsen, '24, is working in the machine shop of the Red River Lum- ber Company. Floyd Myers, ’24, is attending Fresno Junior College. Stanley Davis, '24, is a Freshman at Stanford University. Winifred Rodman, ’24, is cashier in the Westwood Cafeteria. Harry Wilkinson, ’24, is working as electrician for the Red River Lumber Company. George Chipman, '24, is working in the blacksmith shop of the Red River Lumber Company. Fred Niepoth, '24, is working at Camp Forty-two, Red River Lumber Company. The Chipmunk Page Tivenly-one VENGEANCE OF THE STORM Old Ben Grayson was a lucky man; or at least that was what he thought when he struck one of the richest gold mines in Alaska. He was so excited that he quit work an hour earlier by way of celebration. When he entered, his cabin was dark except for a pale beam of light which penetrated the small, dirty window. He could barely discern a figure occupying the only chair which the room afforded. Somewhat taken aback, he was about to retreat out the door when a harsh voice said rather suddenly, “Stick ’em up!” The old man obeyed promptly, not knowing at what moment the intruder might shoot. “Hear you’ve struck it rich,” remarked the stranger, meaningly. “Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t,” said Ben, angrily. “None of that, now. I’ve got hold of this dump and I mean to get what’s coming to me.” “Never fear, you’ll get your deserts soon enough.” said old Ben. heatedly. That night the stranger occupied the bed while Ben slept on the floor. He awoke several times during the night, but being unarmed he could do nothing against the intruder with his rifle. The next morning old Ben prepared breakfast under the watchful eye of Stubbs, as the stranger called himself. Now hustle along to the mine. I haven’t long to stay in these parts.” When they had reached the mine, old Ben thought he would have a rest, but Stubbs was adamant. “Get down there and go to work!” he said. “I’ll take a smoke and then lend a hand.” All day they toiled. When the sun at last sank they were both too tired to complain. Stubbs always cleaned the riffles of the “Long Tom” and put the coarse gold in a chamois bag. After a week’s hard labor Stubbs announced his intention to start for civilization. During the night a heavy wind came up. It whipped the ground furiously. With its cessation, tiny flakes of snow began to fall, gradually increasing until the air was filled with the white particles. Stubbs cursed roundly, when he saw the change of weather. “I’ll go anyway.” he said stubbornly. He ate breakfast hastily and after packing some food in an oilskin bag, he took the two chamois bags of gold and slung them into the pack. Then adjust- ing a pair of clumsy snowshoes, he started out. Page Twenty-two The Chipmunk Old Ben watched him until he was lost in the distance. A week later old Ben decided to go to La Portage for provisions. It was a hike of about forty miles. He took two empty pack sacks to bring home his winter provisions. He had gone scarcely ten miles when he saw a figure in blue overalls, half buried in the snow. It took him but a few moments to recognize it. It was Stubbs! B. M., '28. APRIL FOOL’S DAY The origin of April Fool's Day is not known. One investigator claimed that it originated at the time of the flood when Noah made the mistake of letting the dove out before the water had abated. He claims this day was created to preserve the memory of the event. The most reasonable explanation of this day is that which ascribes the origin of the custom to France. This nation took the lead over the Christian world when it started the year on January first instead of March twenty-fifth. Before the change was made the celebration culminated on the octave of the feast which was then April first, and gifts were given and visits paid. When the new calendar was adopted in 1564 New Year's day was carried back to January first and only mock visits and pretended gifts were given on April first, with the view of making fools of those who had forgotten the change in date. The custom was at once started and kept up. even after its origin had been for- gotten. It is not impossible that the English derived this custom from the French, for in spite of all guesses there are no records of the custom in Great Britain until the beginning of the eighteenth century. What are known as “sleeveless” errands are a great favorite in England on this day. Such are: sending one to a bookstore to buy a copy of the “History of Adam's Grandmother.” or to a grocery store for a pint of pigeon’s milk, or to a cobbler’s for some strap oil. Usually the cobbler, if he were on to the game, would give the victim the strap and oil to moisten it. —R. J., ’28. WHY THE CHIPMUNK IS LITTLE In the olden days when Jupiter was ruling the universe, Pluto the under- world, and Neptune the waters, when Apollo was god of the sun, and Diana was goddess of the moon, there lived in a sparsely populated part of the Greek world a chipmunk. The chipmunk was not sacred to any gods and he was glad of it, saying he could take care of himself. The chipmunk was also, as I should have said, a large animal about the size of our California grizzly bear. He was very proud of his strength, being next to king of beasts. He thought as some people do, “I’m best and you’re next best.” One day, as he was strutting about knocking small animals over and kicking them out of his path, he met a woman. The moment he saw her he knocked her down and would have eaten her, but he saw a curious light in her eyes. He did not wish an encounter with an immortal so he let her go. As soon as the old woman had regained her feet she said, “You will hurt an old woman, will you? If only the god of mortals can hear me you will hurt no more peo- The Chipmunk Page Twenly-lhree pie!” She asked Jupiter many times if he would grant her but one wish. At last he heard her and asked her wish. She said, “I have a very small wish: make the chipmunk forget he is big.” When the chipmunk heard this he would have sprung upon her, but he forgot he was large and strong, and thought he was a mere weakling about the size of a mouse. He kept thinking he was small until he actually began to grow smaller and smaller, until he was as he is now, a little bigger than a mouse. —C. C.. ’28. NO. 3. THAT'S ALL Hello! hello! that you Vogel? Coach Akely talking. Come right over to the house, will you?—yeh, a bunch of tough luck—all right, snap it up.” Lee Vogel, a second-rate distance runner of Alden Union High School, hung up the receiver and turned to his father. Coach wants to see me, Dad: be right back. He slipped on a sweater and grabbed his cap and hurried down the steps and out into the street. A quiet, serious-faced group of fellows met his glance around the room as he entered the coach’s house: Peters, captain of the team and star hurdler: Waters, who could heave a javelin like a Greek warrior; and Hadlick, athletic manager. Something in the atmosphere of the room told Vogel that all was not well. Sit down, Lee,” said the coach, as his eye ran over the slight, but trim figure standing before him. I suppose you wonder what we want of you. Vogel?” In answer to the boy’s nod, the coach went on, Bailey broke his leg this morning fooling around that confounded motorcycle. You will have to run against Baird at the meet tomorrow.” Like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, the words struck the boy. He gasped: But coach, Baird's men can run circles around me.” Never mind that, you do your best. Now let’s see. Ingle can take the 880 all right, but that means someone else to take his place in the javelin. Waters, you’ll have to win that. Peters of course will take the hurdles. Baird’s hurdler is down in his studies. The broad jump and high jump rather worry me. but we will have to depend on our men to place. See, old man, you haven’t a snap ahead of you: don't get that idea, but do your best.” After a few more minutes of conjecturing and figuring of chances, the little group disbanded and went home. At the corner where Hadlick and Lee parted, the big Dutchman turned to him and looked down on him from his six-feet of bone and muscle. Boy,” he said, it’s up to you. I wish to Heavens I could run, but foot- ball is the only sport for me. Maybe they'll beat you, boy, but make them run for it. So long.” As Hadlick left him, Vogel turned slowly homeward, a thousand thoughts rushing through his mind. Why had they picked him of all men. to run against Baird? For years Baird’s runners had ranked high in the lists, and they had placed him, a second-rate miler, to run against them. Well, thank God, he was in training and fit to run. and he would fight them to the last bitter stride. Saturday, the day of the meet, dawned warm and clear. The last few days Vogel had devoted to intensive training, and although his speed increased a Page Twenty-four The Chipmunk little, the coach had shaken his head grimly and turned away from the track, the last time Vogel ran before the meet. The field events were held in the forenoon and in the afternoon the track events. The score stood 63-65 in favor of Alden Hi. With Vogel winning the mile run. the score would be 68-70 and Alden would win the meet: if he lost. Baird Hi would again win the meet, as she had for the last three years. The bleachers were full, and the sides of the track lined with spectators, as the milers toed the scratch. Lee had drawn the fourth lane, while Michaels, Baird's star runner, drew third. The other two lanes were taken up by the opponent's second-raters. Second-raters, the thought flashed bitterly through his mind. After all, that's all he was, a second-rater. He scarcely heard the starter’s voice as he said. Get on your mark!” Ahead of him, on the home stretch, six white parallel lines stretched out, and standing on the side lines he made out the coach and Captain Peters. Get set!” the starter’s voice seemed miles away—crack!—they were off. scarcely a moment, so it seemed to be. since he was warming up lazily on the track. On the turn, Lee held himself back and took third place in the line, striding out after victory. Michaels was running the second, with a second-rater ahead of him. The positions were unchanged on the quarter and still on the half. As yet, Vogel had stood the pace: on the five-eighths mile his legs commenced to tire. Here the last man pulled up in the lead, trying to entice Lee to follow, but to no avail. He dropped back, finished, his race run. “Number one,” said Lee to himself, and plugged steadily onward. At the three-quarter post, the other second-rater pulled ahead, then dropped back, done for. Number two,” Lee mentally chalked him up. Now Michaels really began to extend himself, and slowly pulled ahead. At the seven-eighths post, Lee thought his legs would crumple under him, but he gasped an extra big breath and swung out after Michaels. Closer and closer he came: closer and closer came the tape. But black dots began to flash back and forth before his eyes, and a thunderous roaring came in his ears. His legs wobbled crazily. What was everybody yelling about, anyway?—he was so tired, but he ran on. “Beat Baird, beat Baird, kept ringing in his ears. Why was the end so far away? He wanted to rest. Now things were going black. His legs moved up and down and out like a piece of machinery. Now he was abreast of Michaels, and twenty-five feet to go. He called up the last of his reserve power in one mighty effort that flung him across the tape, a victor. The coach caught him as he fell, and heard the strange words coming from his lips: Number three, that’s all, number three.” —E. M.. '26. ODE TO A SCHOOL TEACHER Unappreciated tasks! All is given,—little asked. Quiet courage through the years, Stifled sighs and unshed tears. When your hair has turned to grey. There will come a brighter day. You will win a harp of gold. Then your virtues will be told. How you held until the last An unappreciated task. —R. L. R„ '21. The Chipmunk Page Twenty-five A CLASSY MYTH Marguerite was troubled. She was young, fairly beautiful, and meek, but in all her twenty years no knight bad won her colors in tournament. She was down-hearted and discouraged, thinking that she was doomed to be an old maid. But there was one chance. Merlin, the seer, prophet and magician, could surely do something to make her charming and attractive. So to Merlin she went and meekly told her story. Merlin, the wise father of his people, had a plan immediately. He told Marguerite to close her eyes and when she again opened them she beheld a wondrous strange vision. Before her stood a boyish looking figure dressed in a long, tightly-wrapped dress. The face had strange red spots in the cheeks, the lips were painted in a crimson cupid’s bow and a cigarette was held alternately between the lips, then between two fingers, the eyebrows were shaved to a very slender line and all this was topped by a mop of short hair which was cut in the back so there was scarcely any at all. The curious figure took out a small round, gold box and added a little red there and here and then some white and then turned and gazed at Merlin and Marguerite. Marguerite had been gazing with amazement and now said, “What is it?” “A twentieth century flapper,” answered Merlin, with a twinkle in his eyes. “She is going to show you how to manage men.” There followed days of instruction and work and after a while Marguerite appeared exactly like the flapper. Merlin then sent the flapper back to her own century and Marguerite set forth to conquer worlds unknown. There was to be a large ball which everyone for miles around was going to attend. Marguerite decided to start her work here. She dressed for the ball with great care and when she entered the ball room she was sure that she would create an impression. As people saw her they stood petrified and then a great gasp ran around the room. What was this strange creature? Surely it must be some creature of Merlin’s. But she seemed life-like and real. The ball started. The stately dances were executed gracefully and the immense skirts of the women swayed and swung with the motion of the dance. In great contrast was Marguerite with her long straight lines. The men had rallied and she had partners a-plenty. At first they had looked upon her in something of scorn mixed with admiration but had soon come to be all admira- tion. Then came the hour when Marguerite intended to have her final triumph. As a rather lively dance started, instead of joining the others as usual, the heroine of the evening put one of her lovely bare arms around the shoulder of her partner, put her other hand in his. Then started the most amazing dance ever seen, a fox trot. The men liked the short hair, the rouged cheeks, the cigarettes, the unusual clothing, but they were afraid of this creature who did not hesitate to put her arms around a man while she danced. The day after the ball found Marguerite again in the home of Merlin. Again she told him her tale of woe. “I was a huge success at first,” she sobbed. “But no one is wearing my colors in tournament and I'm a failure.” Merlin thought for a while, then said, “My dear, these men are not far advanced, but I am a man of all the ages and I understand you, and I have loved you. If you will be mistress of my borne, I will be very happy.” And Marguerite was happy and satisfied and felt that her work had not been for naught. M. W., ’28. Page Twenty- six The Chipmunk WHEN MY UNCLE WENT GOLD PROSPECTING In the Black Hills, South Dakota, my uncle used to do a good deal of gold prospecting. On these prospecting trips he was almost always accompanied by a friend who had a very nervous disposition. He would be so nervous, in fact, that he would start his donkey on the gallop if he saw horsemen in the distance for fear they would make him show where his claim was or hold him up for his gold. One afternoon as my uncle was returning from a prospect in the hills with his friend, he noticed that his companion was particularly nervous. He knew that the nervousness must be due to the fact that they had seen some prospectors a little way behind them not long ago. When they arrived at their cabin my uncle’s friend immediately sought out a hiding place for his gold, and when they were ready to retire later that evening he was sure to bolt the doors and windows. About midnight my uncle was startled out of his sleep by a loud report as of a gun. “I’m shot! I'm shot! They've got me now! They've got me now!” he heard his companion yelling. Let me see where you are shot, man?” my uncle asked, coming over to where he lay in bed rocking back and forth. My uncle gently lifted his com- panion’s hand from the place where he thought the bullet hole to be. and upon close scrutiny he could not discern even the slightest mark, except that of finger prints. Presently the odor of yeast was plainly recognizable in the room, and it was not till then that my uncle had the slightest idea of what the cause of the affair was. He remembered that upon leaving home for the Black Hills he had taken with him a bottle of yeast. He now went over to the place where he had left the bottle and noticed that the bottle was no longer in a vertical position and that it was corkless and, what's more, he noticed that there was yeast all over the floor. C. P„ '28. THE MODERN TOM SAWYER AND HUCK FINN “Only ten days till fishing season opens,” shouted Dreamy in his efforts to get Amos out of bed in time for school. I don’t care. Lemme sleep,” yawned Amos. Let you sleep nothin’! We can't play hookey today ’cause it’ll look worse when we lay off to go fishing the first. Doggon’, but I wish that school house 'ud burn up.” Shut up, an’ lemme sleep, you dreamy idiot,” expostulated the furious Amos. “Well, I’m going to school and let you crank your Dusenburg alone.” replied Dreamy. “Just a minute. Dreamy, I'll be right with you,” hastily cut in Amos. Golly, this wreck started easy this morning,” puffed Amos after an hour's cranking. Well, that’s that. Let’s get to school. We’ve only got a minute by my wind-jammer.” They arrived at school one minute late and bravely faced the “prof.” We went to Clear Creek to get my mother some water, as she is sick,” was Amos's alibi. Then in came Dreamy who had remained to block the wheels so the Dusenburg Ford would not run away. The Chipmunk Page Twenty-seven “Amos and me went to the store for his mother and were late in getting back as we had a flat tire and had to carry the groceries and come to school on a flat.” Dreamy got his slip and wondered at the broad smile on the “prof.'s'' face. After school one night they met and started to plot for their day off on the first. “You come to my house at five o'clock and get me out of bed. Dreamy.” “All right, but don’t kick if I have to throw ice water on you to get you up.” “Between now and then keep your eyes open for tires, and some change for gas and oil. A good cushion wouldn’t go bad, either. After more days of bait digging, tire collecting, and cushion hunting passed, they made the startling discovery that the first fell on Saturday, and they would have no fun playing hookey. —E. S.. ’26. THE SNOWSTORM The snow had been falling all afternoon. The wind was blowing strongly and carried the snow so swiftly that when it came into contact with anything solid, it struck with such force that it clung and covered everything with a blanket, fleecy white. To step outdoors was like stepping into fairyland. Every branch on the trees was weighted with its wealth of dazzling whiteness. The trunks, like- wise. were covered and were, against the leaden colored sky, marvelous, indeed, to behold. The houses were like fairy castles and one tiny house, enclosed by a fence made from pickets, reminded one of the old witch’s home in the story of Hansel and Gretel. You could almost expect to see the old witch herself come riding out of the chimney on her broomstick and away to the witch’s revel. You felt so certain that you were in fairyland that it would not have been at all surprising to have looked in at one of the open windows from which the light was streaming, and see a fairy ball, with a king and queen and every- thing else needed to make up a fairy ball. Every little sound of the wind was a fairy harp, the music sometimes being sad and low, at other times so gay and happy that you wondered if the little folk had ever had a care or sorrow. Children, fairy children, of course, since no others could possibly fit in with these wonderful surroundings, were out making snow men and playing snow- ball. It then began to snow again, and since neither human beings nor fairies either, are supposed to stay out all night in a snowstorm, even to admire such a beautiful world, you took yourself home. —E. S.. ’25. THE HAUNTED HOUSE It was an old house, dilapidated and weather-beaten. One corner of the porch was sagging: the floor was rotten and the chimney had tumbled down. A few cottonwood trees, leafless and gray, stuck their bare tips above the house. The moon was just coming up and the black and low-hung clouds hurried by. A cold night wind rustled the yellow leaves. The only cheerful sound came from a tiny brook that ran noisily past the cottonwood trees. The wind made a strange noise as it whistled through the empty windows. I decided to enter the house. I had just pulled open the weather-beaten and creaking door when I heard a laugh. Page Twentg-eight The Chipmunk It was a coarse and inhuman laugh, full of threat and anger. I slammed the door shut and ran with all my speed out the front gate. I didn't stop until I was home and inside the house. Next day I saw my friend Bob down town. I told him about the house and what I had heard. It was a nice day and as we had nothing else to do we went out to the house. We had ideas of bootleggers and tramps so we approached the house very cautiously, stopping every now and then to listen. Hearing nothing we peeped in through a crack and saw nothing unusual. Encouraged by this we entered the house. The roof was half off and the floor was littered with leaves and old paper. The wallpaper was torn and hanging in strips from the walls and ceiling. Old broken glass lay around on the floor and numerous holes and missing boards made walking difficult. We searched each room thoroughly, even turning over some of the rubbish. We even looked in the attic to see if we could find any- thing. The only thing we found was a big, long-bladed, horn-handled pocket- knife such as a cowboy or robber might use. No tramp, we decided, would use a knife like this. It was of too good a quality for that. We thought some robber must have lost it there while he was staying in the old house. Bob. by this time, was beginning to think that I had been seeing things. In order to prove that I was right I told him to come and watch with me the next night. I went down to his house about five. As it was early in the season and the night was long, we went down to the house at about six o’clock. It was dark and raining slightly when we got there. A cold and wet wind was blowing steadily. We sought refuge in an old shed that was fairly wind-proof. In order to kill time we started to talk. Instead of talking about things that would screw up our courage, we talked about the laugh. I was sure that it came from a crazy man who had taken refuge in the house. I proved my statements by the sound of the laugh and the fact that it was a stormy night when I had heard the laugh. He was equally certain that some robber or murderer had lost the knife and that the fugitive from justice was still around. He proved his statements by the quality and shape of the knife and the lonesomeness of the place. After about an hour of this we became too scared to stay any longer, expect- ing to be killed every minute. We made up our minds to give the house a final search and then go home. We armed ourselves with rocks and cautiously went up to the door. I opened it with a shaking hand, expecting a pistol shot. Again came that weird and inhuman laugh, seemingly right in front of us. We were scared speechless. Our hair stood on end. We barely had presence of mind enough to throw our rocks and run. We were almost flying when we reached the front gate. I was leading, and in my terror forgot to open the gate. Instead, I ran right into it. The old rotten gate fell down and I fell sprawling on top of it. Bob did not have time to stop and he fell over me. Just as we were getting up to resume our flight, we heard a great amount of cawing and a big black crow flew out the open door, scared as badly as we were. It was all clear to us then and we had a big laugh over it. The crow had been somebody’s pet crow and had roosted in the house on stormy nights. When I had opened the door it had waked up and laughed in terror. And as for the knife, we thought that the crow had seen it lying around and having a passion for bright and shining obje ts had carried it to the house and lost it in the rubbish. —F. D„ ’25. The Chipmunk Page Twenty-nine AN INCIDENT IN THE MOUNTAINS It was a wild June morning when I decided to pay my aunt a short visit. She lived in the mountains and the only possible way of reaching there was by horseback. My brother was to accompany me there and return immediately. We had a very pleasant ride for the first few miles. The trail wound upward through pines and spruce and several varieties of oak. Some of the latter were straight, some sprawling, all massive. Now and then a break in the timber revealed wooded hills beyond green pasture lands, other hills covered with dense growths of buckhorn and manzanita. Poison oak grew everywhere and, this time of the year, was most plentiful, most beautiful in its dark, rich green, but most poisonous. The path became so steep that we dismounted and led our horses to the summit. There we rested a few minutes before our descent. When we were partly down the other side of the mountain my horse stopped and looked back up the trail as if expecting something to emerge from the foliage on the right. I made her go on. but after she went a few steps she hesitated, turned around and snorted. Just then we heard a sound that resembled the voice of a human being in great fear or agony. We listened intently, but did not hear it again. The sound had come from the ridge over which we had recently passed. We both were alarmed and had difficulty in holding our horses. It couldn’t possibly be a woman we had heard in a place which was almost inaccessible even to one accustomed to mountain trails. Was it some kind of an animal:’ We started on but did not go very far. That terrible scream was repeated, this time very distinctly. Our hearts nearly stopped beating we were so terrified. Then to our horror we saw a large gray animal slinking down the trail behind us. In an instant we knew that it was a mountain lion. We mounted our horses, gave one more look at the awful creature and started down the path at full speed. We at last came to a creek. After crossing it we stopped and looked back. We saw no sign of the animal until I caught sight of an object in a tree on the opposite bank. I could not imagine how it ever followed us so quickly, but there it was. We ran our horses the remaining mile to our aunt’s house. Our uncle took a rifle and started down the trail toward the crossing. In an hour he returned and told us that our enemy had made good his escape through the dense undergrowth. This is one of the most unnerving experiences that I ever encountered, although numerous wild animals are known to inhabit those wooded regions. —I. S., ’28. SCENE FROM SOUTHERN LIFE AT CLOSE OF DAY The cotton pickers were slowly wending their way to their little cabins at the close of a long hot day. The pickaninnies were not too tired to call to each other in their soft gutteral tones. The sun was slowly creeping to rest behind a gorgeous bank of clouds. A sunset on the prairie! There is none other like it unless it be a sunset at sea. It seems as if the quietness of the evening had stolen into the hearts of the lowly laborers and lifted the burdens of the day. Some among them began softly to sing in their indescribably sweet and plaintive tones: others took it up until it swelled into a chorus of song in the old plantation melody, “Swing Low. Sweet Chariot. Their faces were lighted by the last beams of the setting sun whose streamers of crimson, purple, rose and pale gold rivaled the colors of the famed northern lights. Page Thirty The Chipmunk The green pastures and snowy fields of cotton lay in beauty and peace in the softened light. As the sun approached his place of rest these colors blended into one harmonious symphony as if the very gates of heaven were opened and the glory of the Eternal City allowed to shine through, making this world for a few brief moments a place of surpassing loveliness. The colors faded and died, but in the hearts of these humble people was left His message of peace. —M. H., ’27. FIREPLACE MEMORIES If you ever sit by the fireplace With the glow of the fire on your face; Then look into the flames and see, T hose old familiar faces of the days that used to be. There you see those dear old pals. With their sweet old-fashioned gals. But the ones that you love best Are those who have gone to rest. When at last the flames all die And you gaze at them and sigh, Those old familiar faces fade away As the twinkling stars at break of day. —A. J„ '26. The Chipmunk Page Thirty-one BOYS’ BASKET BALL Basket ball! Another year has rolled by and with it one of the most unusual basket ball seasons yet recorded in the annals of Westwood Hi. Prac- tice began early, and the first team was fairly well organized by the beginning of the season. GreENVLI.E—The first game was played with Greenville on October 10th. Although handicapped by a small, poorly-constructed court, the team showed that they knew the fundamentals of the game, defeating the Black and Gold basketeers 44 to 31. A second team played Greenville's second team and gave such a good account of themselves that a lightweight team was later organized, playing games with like teams from Susanville and the local grammar school, and furnishing scrimmage for the first team. The return game was played with Greenville on the home court, October 17th. Here the team made a better showing, the score being 31 to 11. MODOC.—The third game of the season, played October 24th, aroused con- siderable enthusiasm as it was played with the Modoc team, which has always been one of our strongest opponents and a bunch of good sports. There was a good deal of doubt about the probable outcome of the game, as Fisher, the regular standing guard, had dislocated his shoulder in a practice game and was unable to play. The team rose to the occasion, however, beating the strong Modoc quintet 18 to 7. Following the game, a banquet was given for the visitors. CEDARVILLE AND MODOC Return—Two weeks later the home teams journeyed to Cedarville and easily defeated the opposing teams there. The following day. November 8th, the teams returned to Alturas, traveling through snow to the depth of six inches, not to mention the depth of the mud. The game that was played with Modoc was one never to be forgotten. It was by far the best game ever played by either team and undoubtedly the greatest game ever played in Alturas. The fact that Modoc was leading by seven points at the end of the first half increased Westwood's determination to win the game, and they were “raring to go” when the whistle blew for the second half. In the closing minutes of the fourth quarter the interest and excitement had become very tense, because the Cardinal and Black team was slowly and steadily overcoming the big lead gained by Modoc in the first half. Modoc was still on the long end of the score, leading by one point, and then Gosney, captain Page Thirty-two The Chipmunk Boys' Basket Ball: Edward Felion, Joe Sharon. Clay Fisher, Harry Mitchell, Milton Lambert, Fred Morrison. Lloyd Gosney (captain), J. H. Ashcraft (coach). Girls’ Basket Ball: Helen Morrison (captain), Buelah Lowe, Maggie Martin, Anna Jacobsen. Miss Neill (coach), Ann Wallucks, Reinette Fowler, Minnie Martin, Marion Huggins. The Chipmunk Page Thirty-three and 3tar center, threw a field goal from behind center, one of the most remark- able shots ever seen. The ball sailed lightly from his hands, described a high arc and dropped through the ring: a one point lead and six seconds to go! The teams were fighting a terrific battle, the spectators were so wild with excitement that the building fairly rocked and it was impossible to hear the referee’s whistle. In the last three seconds of play a Modoc player threw the ball against the back stop and a player from each team jumped for it. and together they knocked it through the ring. At the same instant the whistle blew, ending the game with Modoc leading by one point, 19 to 18. This was the hardest game the boys’ team ever played, and it was harder still to be defeated by just one point, but smiling, the team acknowledged their defeat, feeling that they had done their best but were defeated by superior strategy and team work. After the game the teams were given a banquet by Modoc Hi, and when it comes to hospitality, good-fellowship, and sportsmanship. Modoc Hi is supreme. The next day the teams returned to Westwood, over muddy roads through stormy weather, however, no serious accidents occurred and they arrived home happy, though defeated. TOWN Team—The next game was scheduled with McArthur, but they were unable to come, so a game was arranged between our lightweight team and that of Susanville, as a preliminary to one between the boys’ first team and the town quintet, who were defeated by a score of 35 to 24. SUSANVILLE—The following week the first game with Susanville was played on their court. Westwood was beaten by two points, the score standing 17 to 15. This was another hard game, and though Westwood was handi- capped by the absence of the captain, it was a very good game. After the game Susanville entertained royally with a party and dance. A return game was played at Westwood on December 12th, when the home team was beaten decisively by a score of 18 to 11. The first string men were missing in this game: Mitchell, who had played an excellent guard in all pre- vious games, had left school, and Fisher’s shoulder was again dislocated in the first few minutes of the game. A dance and feed followed the game. ALUMNI—Later in December a game was played with the Alumni, who were defeated by a score of 40 to 24. UNIVERSITY OF Nevada—The final game of the season, and one of the best, was played when the cagers of the University of Nevada Freshmen jour- neyed to Westwood and were given a tough battle, from which, however, they emerged victorious with a final score of 28 to 25. This game was featured by exceptional individual playing on both sides. Sharon and Lambert did the bulk of the scoring for the Cardinal and Black. A party followed the game and the Nevada boys were shown some of Westwood’s hospitality. AWARDS—The sweaters and letters were awarded on Febuary 26th and for a few days black sweaters and red W's were confronted at every turn. On account of the long season, the regular interclass games as well as indoor base- ball gave way to outdoor sports, with the arrival of the balmy spring weather. —C. F„ ’25. Page Thirty-four The Chipmunk GIRLS’ BASKET BALL GREENVILLE—After a few weeks’ practice, the first game of the basket ball season was played at Greenville, October 10th. Although defeated, not discour- aged, our team promised a better fight in the return game which was played on Westwood's court, October seventeenth. Greenville was again victorious. MODOC-—The next game, with Modoc, was played on our home court, October 24th. Both teams were full of vim and fought hard until the final whistle blew, which found Modoc in the lead. C.EDARVILLE—-On the 7th of November our teams journeyed to Cedar- ville. If anything could have downed Westwood’s rep it would have been this hard trip- to Cedarville through snow and mud. We arrived half frozen, but when the whistle blew and the game was called every girl was in her place determined to do her best for Westwood High, and we came out with the game to our credit. MODOC—The next night our teams were scheduled to play our second game with Modoc, and never have we had the pleasure—if it may be called a pleasure—of being beaten by such good, clean sports as the Modoc team. SUSANVILLE—Our next foe was Susanville. This was a very close game, the score being 9 to 7 in Susanville's favor. The return game was played on the home court December 1 2th. Never was a crowd more enthusiastic than the crowd that witnessed this game, it being very closely contested. Both sides played a great game. The score was a tie: 8 to 8. The girl’s light-weight team played two games with Susanville, in both of which our opponent was victorious. In every town we were handsomely treated and royally entertained. While we were not often the victors, we think the lessons learned will enable us to play better ball next year. Thus ends our basket ball season. —M. H.. ’27. GIRLS’ TRACK A girls’ track meet is to be held at Westwood on May 2nd. The teams of the high schools of Westwood, Greenville and Portola are expected to compete. The following events are scheduled: seventy-five yard dash, sixty yard dash, baseball throw for distance, baseball throw for accuracy, basket ball throw for for distance, relay race. The members of the home team are Luboff Helmich (captain ), Ella Shults, Anna Jacobsen. Anna Wallucks, Marion Huggins, Helen Horrison, Minnie Martin, Reinette Fowler. Buelah Lowe, Marjorie Williford. —R. F„ ’28. The Chipmunk Page Thirty-five Baseball Team: Edward Felion, Clyde Vernon, Joe Sharon, Lester Rick- etts. Arthur Cooley. Fred Morrison. J. H. Ashcraft, (coach), Bill Corbett. Milton Lambert, Vincent Felion. Ellis Minshall, Clyde Easley, Einar Knutson, Clay Fisher. Rudolph Klotz. Track Team: Milton Lambert, Roland Jensen, Howard Costar. Kenneth Lofstedt. Fred Davis, Lewis June. Vincent Felion. Ellis Minshall. Edward Felion. Earl Lane. Clarence Jacobsen, J. H. Ashcraft (coach), Rudolph Klotz, Clay Fisher, Dick Brown, Fred Morrison, Clyde Vernon. The Chipmunk Page Thirty-six BOYS' TRACK The interclass track meet was held on April 3rd. Owing to adverse weather conditions the entrants were heavily handicapped. No noteworthy records in either track or field events were established; however, we were able to ascertain who the best track men were. Fred Morrison was high individual point win- ner, having a total of fifteen and a half points, for which he was awarded a bronze medal. The Sophomores carried away the honors with forty-three points; the Juniors were second, having forty points; the Frosh came third with fifteen and a half: and the Seniors wound up with eleven. On April 13th. Ellis Minshall was elected track captain for the current year. The following Saturday, April 18th. the boys’ track team went to Greenville to compete in a triangular meet with Greenville and Portola. The weather had been very uncertain for several days but we went although it was still trying to snow on Saturday. The meet was held in the business section of town because their regular field was too muddy. The girls’ meet, which had been scheduled for the same day, was called off on account of the rain. Westwood won the meet, scoring seventy and a half points. Greenville took thirty-five and a half points, and Portola eighteen. The track men showed up much better than the field men. as we won every track event with the exception of the 220-yard dash and the 120-yard high hurdles. In these two events we tied for first place and took third place, respectively. Joe Sharon was high-point man. having a total of eleven and a half points; Johnson of Portola took eleven; and Vernon took ten and a half. After the meet, the members of the three teams enjoyed a swim at Mineral Baths. The Westwood team returned to Mrs. Fiske’s restaurant where supper was served free of charge. In the evening a carnival and dance were held at which the visiting teams were guests. A few stayed for the dance, and some remained in Greenville over night, not desiring to return over the slippery roads. We all agree that the meet was everything that could be expected consider- ing the weather, and we gleefully add Greenville and Portola to our list of good sports. We are looking forward to a meet with the same two schools in West- wood on May 2nd. —C. F., ’25. BOYS' BASEBALL As soon as the basket ball season was over, we turned to baseball, as the weather was such as to invite to outdoor sports. Our first game was played at Susanville with a team from Reno, representing the Boy Scouts and the Y. M. C. A. Westwood defeated the Reno boys 8 to 6. The second game was played with the Kappa Lambda fraternity of the University of Nevada. The university men easily beat us in a loosely-played game. The score was 11 to 6. At the first of the season, Milton Lambert was elected captain of the team. —C. R, ’25. The Chipmunk Page Thirty-seven WEARERS OF THE W Girls’ Block Letter: Reinette Fowler. Helen Morrison. Anna Wallucks. Elsie Steed. Ma- rion Huggins. Minnie Martin, Buelah Lowe. Boys’ Block Letter: Milton Lambert, Bill Corbett, Edward Felion, Clay Fisher. Ellis Minshall, Fred Morrison. Joe Sharon. Girls’ Circle Letter: Maggie Martin. Rei- nette Fowler. Theodora Trask. Marian Nor- ton. Anna Jacobsen. Anna Wallucks. Boys' Circle Letters: Lester Ricketts. Ken- neth Lofstedt, Rudolph Klotz, Victor Scam- mon, Henry Coyle, Harry Gilbert. Page Thirty-eight The Chipmunk Dramatics HIGH SCHOOL VAUDEVILLE The members of the Student Body attempted something new this year in the form of a high school vaudeville. It was very gratifying to the students of the school, when, after several weeks of preparation, the auditorium was packed to capacity before the curtain was rung up at eight o'clock, November 21, 1924. Nothing could have been lovelier for the opening number than a graceful and charming minuet. Leona Summers. Alice Swaim, Harry Mitchell and Howard Costar, beautifully costumed, danced through the stately steps as though they had never heard a jazz orchestra, but were living in the age of powdered wigs and lace ruffles. Following the minuet. Josephine Peaslee. impersonating a Dutch doll, entertained the audience with a song about the pain in her sawdust. Rosemma Priest came next with two pianologues, “Chum and Mah Li'I Bit Sistah,” which were very well rendered. The climax of the program came with the presentation of “The Trysting Place, a one-act comedy by Booth Tarkington. Lydia McKinney as the mother. Patricia Pratt as the daughter, and Clyde Vernon as the younger son, constituted the Briggs family: a family much upset by the infatuation of Launcelot for a young widow, impersonated by Leona Summers. The hilarious complications in which the members of the little cast entangled themselves trying to keep each other ignorant of their respective love affairs were very well worked out. Ellis Minshall as the mother's lover, and Clay Fisher as the daughter’s sweetheart finally brought things to a climax, with the aid of Howard Costar, the Mysterious Voice. As in all comedies, every one is satisfied in the end. and the applause of the audience was sufficient testimonial of the quality of the production. Following the play, came the Gold Dust Twins, whose parts, because of the lack of small boys in the high school, were played by Jack Rookaird and Ray- mond Chipman, of the grammar school. The clog dance by Einar Knutson, Tom Weitzel. Ken Lofstedt and Bob Lamson met with enthusiastic calls for an encore. Another charming old-fashioned act, Tell Me Pretty Maiden from the Florodora Sextette,” concluded the entertainment. The ladies, Angie Petter- son, Marion Huggins, MaryAnn Martin and the gentlemen. Bill Corbett, Einar Knutson and Harry Mitchell, with their dancing and singing, gave a pleasing finish to a most interesting program. The returns from the show help finance the annual, a worth-while under- taking. MaryAnn Martin, as business manager, Earl Lane as stage manager, and Angie Petterson as costume mistress contributed their share in making the vaudeville a success. —E. M., '26. The Chipmunk Page Thirty-nine SIRKUS NITE At night, on February 28th, when the doors to the big white tent were opened, every one was anxious to see what it looked like. In the center was a large arena and on all sides were the concessions and sideshows. Everything was there. The dark singers from the sunny South, the people with their brogue from the Green Isle, here and there a clown, a magician from the mysterious country of Egypt. Yes, there was even a raving mad-house. The eats and “skin games must have lacked something by the way the people stayed close by. Even Al. G. Barnes, himself, would be glad to find that reason. Snakes, real, live ones, too, hula babies, poodle dogs and canned goods were to be had at the concessions. Wait a minute! Don’t forget the Juniors’ candy—honest-to-goodness home-made candy. Near midnight there seemed to be a lull over the crowd, and why shouldn’t there be,—for wasn’t a beautiful cedar chest full of the most desirable things soon to be awarded? When the drawing commenced a dull silence pervaded the entire place. As the numbers were drawn and read, sighs and gasps were heard. The ninth—and then—the tenth—Dame Chance proclaimed the lucky winner. A real jitney dance was in progress during most of the evening. “A good time by all” seemed to be the sentiment expressed by the people when leaving. Once more we want to take the opportunity to thank the people who have so unselfishly helped us to make it possible to send two more students to higher institutions of learning. In behalf of the Student Body of the Westwood High School, I thank you. —R. K.. '25. “SEVEN KEYS TO BALDPATE” “Seven Keys to Baldpate, a mysterious melodramatic farce, was given April 23rd and 24th in the old opera house. The play, which consists of a prologue, two acts, and an epilogue, was dramatized by Geo. M. Cohan from the novel by the same title, written by Earl Derr Biggers. At the opening of the story one learns that William Hallowed Magee, a novelist, has made a bet with Hal Bentley, a friend and the owner of Baldpate Inn. that he can write a “best seller novel in twenty-four hours. Magee goes to this Inn. on the lonely mountain top, and from the quaint old caretaker receives the key, the “only key to Baldpate in existence.” This key, or rather, the keys and keys” which admit ghosts, a charming adven- turess, crooks, politicians and a young woman newspaper reporter open the way for a night of wild adventure for Magee. Just as he is about to be arrested for the murder of the adventuress, the owner of Baldpate enters with the seventh key and says that it has all been a joke. He explains that he has hired a stock company to come to the Inn and enact these thrilling scenes to show Magee how improbable and impossible his stories really are. The play, which was produced under the direction of Mrs. Jayne, afforded ample opportunity for character interpretation and for the illusion of atmos- phere. Page Forty The Chipmunk 'Seven Keys to Baldpate Cast: Ellis Minshall. Richard Brown, Howard Costar, Joe Sharon, Milton Lambert, Clay Fisher, Earl Lane, Einar Knutson, Vincent Felion. Rosemma Priest, Alice Swaim, Mrs. F. M. Jayne (Director), Leona Summers, Laura Chaffin. “Chipmunk Staff: Fred Davis (Editor), Earl Lane (Cartoons), Milton Lambert (Manager), Bill Corbett (Josh Editor), Miss Doyle (Advisor), Patricia Pratt (Assistant Editor), MaryAnn Martin (Literary), Rosemma Priest (Art), Helen Morrison (Activities). The Chipmunk Page Forty-one TEAMWORK Teamwork is one of the greatest things we learn in school or elsewhere. Think what an important thing teamwork is in our lives. Think what would happen if every man were for himself and would neither work for nor help any one else. Everything a man wore or used would have to be made by him- self or by some other one man. All of our modern conveniences would be impossible and unnecessary, because one man alone could not make them, and even if he could make them he would have no use for them, having no friends, neighbors, or outside business interests. Big business, or any other business requiring more than one man. would be impossible because business is team- work. Government would be impossible because everybody would do what he pleased. Teamwork is with us in school, in play, and in doing the work of the household. We help each other with our school work, whether for good or for evil. It is one of the most important things in our lives. We use it every day, consciously or unconsciously. It makes the work lighter, makes possible greater work, and has been instrumental in raising us to the high standard of civilization we have today. —F. D.. ’25. THE CALIFORNIA INTERSCHOLASTIC FEDERATION The general purpose of the California Interscholastic Federation is to make possible uniform practices in conducting athletics in all parts of the state, to centralize control, and to foster clean and sportsman-like competition and conduct in all inter-school contests. The C. I. F. is built up as a federation of small sub-leagues, and in each activity the sub-league decides a winner. These winners play until a sectional championship is decided. I think our membership in the C. I. F. would be very good, because it would help to make our school known. This year our school was run on the basis that each student entering into athletics had to be passing in four subjects, while in other schools each student had to be passing in but three subjects. The C. I. F. rules of eligibility for competition must be used by all schools who join it. The result of our joining the organization would be that we could schedule games with more schools. If Westwood High School decided to take up football next year some of the schools we have been playing may not do so. This will cut down the number of games scheduled for the year, but other games with C. I. F. members will give us a chance to try for the championship of Northern California and also of California. Westwood High School might win the trophy, and in this way become recognized by the other schools of the state of California. Even if our school did not win, it would become better known. The tournaments held by the organization are of great interest, and help to promote the spirit of good sportsmanship in a high school. Let’s join! —L. R., ’28. Page Fong-two The Chipmunk SOCIAL THE FRESHMAN INITIATION AND RECEPTION The Freshman initiation began on Thursday morning the eighteenth of September. As each of us came to school we were taken to the dressing room and painted up to look like aborigines. At noon a few of us were dressed up in costumes and taken down town to be shown to the people. Then in the afternoon all the girls were sent upon the -stage in the Assembly Hall, where they were called upon for solos, egg-rolling contests, giggling contests, a beauty parlor, and also some of us were obliged to pick peanuts out of flour with our mouths, with cold cream on our noses. After that we all went to the back yard where the boys were initiated. Here there were races, fights and many other things. This finished the day, and for us it wasn't the end of a perfect day, either. Friday night came the Freshman Reception: every one of us was there. The Grammar School Gymnasium was alive with sunbonnet babies to show that it was for the Freshmen. Then the music started and in a little while there was a dance for Frosh only, but sad to say only a few turned out. When twelve o’clock came, not one of us felt like going home, so Mr. Miller let us stay another half-hour. Then we all left happy, being very glad that the initiation was over, and feeling that we were full-fledged Freshmen. —L. T., ’28. HALLOWE’EN PARTY The high school assembly room was the scene of a Hallowe’en party held by the Student Body on the evening of Friday, October thirteenth. • The room was decorated with black cats, owls, and witches hung on orange streamers from the lights and the archways of the stage. During part of the evening the room was lighted by jack-o-lanterns placed atop the piano and the book cases. The music was furnished by the Victrola. which was very agreeably supple- mented from time to time by volunteer pianists. At the close of the evening, hot tamales were served down-stairs. THE FRESHMAN PARTY The Freshmen had worked hard for two weeks, making plans for the Freshman costume ball which was to be given at the Westwood Auditorium on January twenty-third. Oh. what a big night that turned out to be! Everybody was there full of pep and fun. Some went back to their childhood days when they had just about half of the teeth they should have had. Some came as jolly old clowns, while others came as ballet girls, dancing around in their full skirts. Just think! There were two dreadful pirates there, and many other curious looking personages. Everybody was enjoying himself in a Paul Jones, when one little girl fell down on her nose:—she had been running too hard. The Chipmunk Page Forty-three The hall was decorated in the Freshman class colors, blue and gold. On each side of the stage were the numerals “28. About eleven o'clock everybody seemed to be getting dead. Then the orchestra played a snappy tag, and the dullness was soon overcome. Now comes the best part of the evening. At twelve o’clock, lunch was served. Good was no name for it! Then the party broke up with goodbyes and remarks of the good old time we had had. —L. S.. '28. SENIOR SKATING PARTY One cold, clear night in January the Seniors donned their hiking clothes and made their way. in various cars, to Goodrich Lake where they intended to have a good skate. Fuel was gathered, a roaring fire built, and skates were donned. Later we were joined by other members of the high school who added to the merriment. There were many other things going on besides just skating, such as coast- ing down a near-by mountain-side, coasting on sleds on the ice—this was more for the benefit of the girls—and thrilling rides on the ice in an old Ford. About nine-thirty the Seniors disappeared around the bend in the lake where they found a lovely spot just suited for their purpose. After building a roaring bonfire every one roasted weenies, which were placed between buns, spread with mustard and eaten with a keen appetite. Steaming hot coffee was also served. By eleven-thirty we were all on our way home with our minds fully made up that as our first party had been such a success we would have many more before the end of the year. —R. P„ '25. SOPHOMORE BUNCO PARTY The Sophomores met in the Assembly Hall on Friday. February thirteenth, for the annual Sophomore party, which is always an enjoyable affair. This one was no exception to the rule. The first part of the evening was spent in playing bunco, the high scores going to Alice Swaim and Fred Morrison. Low scores were made by Helen Morrison and Kenneth Lofstedt. The latter part of the evening was spent in dancing. Music was furnished by Bill Hayes. At eleven-thirty delicious refreshments were served. The evening was declared by those present to be among the most enjoyable spent in the school year. —M. H.. '27. THE SENIOR THEATRE PARTY On the night of February twenty-first, all eyes were upon the Seniors as they came parading down the aisles of the theatre, carrying a large shamrock. They then took the seats that had been reserved for them, still keeping the shamrock in the air so that every one would see it. A great deal of curiosity was aroused, and the curiosity grew, as a shamrock with a large question mark, was flashed upon the screen. Page Forty-four The Chipmunk The picture, Reginald Denny playing in “The Fast Worker,” was enjoyed by all of us. After the picture, the party went up to the school house and danced. At length, every one became so hungry we went into the kitchen where we found sandwiches, cake and chocolate. Every one declared he had had a good time, under the sign of the sham- rock, which was only an advertisement for the Senior side show at the Sirkus. The Irishman’s Heaven.” —A. P„ ’25. THE SENIOR BUNCO PARTY On the night of March sixth so much noise was heard by a number of high school students it was decided that the source must be found. They finally came to the school house and after plugging their ears they came upstairs. There, on the platform of the high school auditorium, were the Seniors playing bunco! Their dignity seemed to have flown with the winds and they seemed to be having a wonderful time. After playing bunco for some time (the time flew by with amazing rapid- ity) it was decided that dancing would be enjoyed for the rest of the evening. Bill Hayes was at the piano, so make your own conclusions as to the music. Then the eats! Um—But where was the cake? Finally, the plate, wrap- pings, and a few crumbs were found, but there was another cake and besides— hot tamales! After every one had eaten as much as he possibly could and had told of some experience he had had, the Seniors recovered their dignity and went home, tired but happy. —A. P„ ’25. THE SOPHOMORE HOP The Sophs, after much arguing and shouting, decided to have the annual hop on the day in March when green is the predominant color and when all Irishmen wear a grin from ear to ear, namely, St. Patrick’s day, March seven- teenth. The gymnasium was beautifully decorated with four-leaf clovers and streamers of green. The lights were shaded just right for moon-light waltzing. About eight-thirty the crowd began arriving and dancing commenced almost at once. Every one was inclined to dance because the music was good and put pep into everybody’s feet. After so many extras that it made one’s head dizzy to try and keep track of them, an old-fashioned square dance was announced with Howard Costar officiating. That was the scream of the evening. At eleven-thirty supper was announced and the boys carried the lunch con- sisting of ice cream, cookies, and a wonderful punch, in from the grammar school. The party broke up about twelve with every one conceding that it was the best hop of many a long moon in W. H. S. C. B„ '21. The Chipmunk Page Forty-Uve SOPHOMORE THEATRE PARTY The Sophomores once more justified their reputation for pep on the evening of April twenty-second when they had a theatre party on the occasion of the opening of the new theatre. Because it was impossible to obtain seats in the loge for all, lots were drawn for the few there were, and the unlucky members went in on general admission tickets. The romantic story of The Sea Hawk” and the enthusiasm of the crowd made the evening most enjoyable. After the play, the Sophomores adjourned to the high school, where the girls made and served refreshments, liberally spiced with merriment. Some danced to the tunes of the phonograph, others put on an impromptu burlesque of a typing contest: all ate and laughed. The efforts of Miss Neill and the committee in charge were amply repaid by the evident enjoyment of the class. THE JUNIOR-SENIOR BALL The Juniors and Seniors will hold their annual ball on May fifteenth in the Auditorium. Special efforts are being put forth to make this dance worthy of being long remembered. The hall is to be attractively decorated in spring colors. There will be good music, plenty of refreshment, and, we hope, a large and enthusiastic crowd. The parents of the members of both classes, and the facul- ties of the grammar and high schools are to be invited. It is hoped that, at the close of the evening, every one will make his way home tired, perhaps, of body, but happy in spirit. —M. A. M., '25 Page Forty-six The Chipmunk CAN YOU IMAGINE Toots wearing a necktie? Elsie wearing her hair straight? Rosemma’s nose shining? Bill not making a wise crack? Vincent not trying to argue? Hugh forgetting his past? Neva without her gum? Buelah not having to borrow a pencil? Minnie not getting bawled out in study? The profs., F.ed and Carl, agreeing on any subject? Maggie not trying to a:t hard-boiled? Roland making one in Spanish? Anna W. forgetting to powder her nose fourth period? Del without his Ford? Jo Peaslee coming to s.hool every day of the week? Marion Small not wanting to know the time? Frances H. not making breaks? Nettie not asking questions? Alice not going to the dances? La Vern Payne with her hair cut? Clyde E. not trying to grow a mustache? Marion N. making use of a study period? ♦ Mrs. Frodsham (in Algebra, trying to teach Maggie something): All right, Maggie, explain to the class how you get that answer.” Maggie: “Work it.” Fred Drake: Give me twenty-five dollars' worth of scratch-paper.” Clerk: Good gosh! What do you want with all that scratch-paper? Fred: 'Tve got the seven-year itch.” 4 HEARD IN CHEMISTRY LAB. Where’s the consecrated hydrochloric acid?” Who's got the sulfurious acid?” Gee, my experiment's gone flooey, the stuff's all participated out of solu- tion.” Have you got the aesthetic acid?” This gas is generating too fast!” Well, let it degenerate a while.” Flow do you make white gold?” “Scare it.” 4 FORCE OF HABIT A student in Chemistry, trying to ignite some material in a deflagration spoon, put the wire spoon-handle in his mouth and began to draw on it. Page Forty-eight The Chipmunk Miss Doyle (in General Science) : “You people are so noisy, it would be a real pleasure to teach a deaf and dumb class.” Chewitt: “We re only half bad,—we’re dumb, all right.” 4 4 4 LOVE Love is like a punctured tire— I'm very sure of that— For after one big blowout. She went and left me flat. 4 4 4 Clyde Vernon (washing a test-tube with the brush sticking a good two- inches through the bottom of the tube) : “Say, Fish. I’ll get to the bottom of this matter yet!” 4 4 4 WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF Bosco woke up? Bill graduated by ’30? Leona got grouchy? Howard forgot his marcel? Luboff arrived at school before the first bell? The ape looked dignified? Toots didn’t whisper in Student Body meetings? Angie quit frowning? Doc said nothing in Chemistry first period? Del had good tires on his Ford ? Ann J. quit chewing gum? Klotz broke the world’s record in the mile? Sharon missed a dance? Connors missed the first day of fishing season? Dreamy left his eye shade home? Felion agreed with any one at all? The Juniors paid their class dues? Harry wore a coat to school? Spanish III class disagreed? Miss Neill forgot to be pleasant? Vernon forgot Elsie? Every Frosh got his lessons for one day? Bubbles returned all the pencils she has borrowed? Lois didn't get on the honor roll? Una fell in love? Davis didn’t know his Chemistry? Myrtle reduced to 100 even? Bernice didn’t smile when spoken to? AND THE SCHOOL HOUSE FELL DOWN? 4 4 4 REPORTER'S ERROR Dr. Reinhardt (in her lecture to the Student Body) : “There is a way of making a kingdom in a nut shell. You may make a kingdom in your own head.” 4 4 4 AT THE MEAT DEPARTMENT IN THE STORE Earl: “Hey, you got any dry herring? Butcher: “Yes, why?” Earl: Well, take ’em out and give ’em a drink.” The Chipmunk Page Forty-nine lWA.en. you. a jo( I youv j - - Joe j A- M'Jnh, 2- Bill t H- ®U, 'L j Sm-T‘ «Tsj t-Edrl 7- ? a c y J 8- Laur J f- ■=r r Iff nmm The Shop u eur Page Fifty The Chipmunk Miss Lord: “Shirley, take your seat.” Shirley: “Where to?” Buelah (to Minnie) : “I am a little stiff from track.” Minnie: “Where did you say you were from?” ji- lt has been said of Toots that he is so tight that he never buys an all-day- sucker in the afternoon. Angie (watching the pole vault) : “Just think how much higher he could go if he didn't have to carry that stick.” MaryAnn Martin (Chairman of Eats Committee for the Freshman Recep- tion) : “I’ll go and phone for them to send up the ice on approval.” Minnie (preparing to take a Spanish vocabulary test): “Miss Neill, are you going to skip around this morning?” Miss Neill: “No, I haven’t that much pep.” 4 IN CHEMISTRY Ellis: “Gee, I smell rubber! Fisher, get your neck away from that flame!” - STARTING A FORD ON A COLD MORNING First (if you feel lucky) in starting a Ford you have to go and get the jack and jack up one rear wheel. Then go in the house and get some hot water and fill up the radiator—if you only burn one finger you will be an exception. Then start the old drag of cranking. After you have cranked for about fifteen minutes you will find out that you have not released the emergency brake, so you release it. Then, start cranking again, but without results. You take all four plugs out and prime the Ford, then, before starting to crank again, make general inspection and find out that you have forgotten to turn on the switch. Well, that doesn’t help, either, so you, at last, go and find a bunch of kids and push it, thus getting results quickly, or in about half an hour. This is not the end of your troubles, but I will stop here, anyway. Why be a pessimist? —K. L., ’27. • 4 DEDICATIONS The Go-Getter___________ Dixie Handicap Siren of Seville Back Home and Broke_____ Fast Worker___________ - How to Educate a Wife Thundering Hoofs The Man Who Came Back Fools in the Dark_______ Excuse Me_______________ The Galloping Fish The Snob___________ The Covered Wagon So Big Me and The Boy Friend .....— Bill Corbett Clyde Easley --- Leona Summers ------Toots Felion Clyde Vernon Hugh Adams Buelah Lowe Blanche Miller Senior Class Bosco Sangster Clay Fisher Patsy Pratt Maynard Wadsworth Homer Parker -.........Elsie Steed The Chipmunk Page Fifty-one S OLD E oRHOW yE YOU THIS I SAT, ROTTEN If WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE VMHFrt IT HIT AbTUflAS - MO ON Muflr T !l fl? oNUT BAD ROADS ’vJM-tlf 4 ?E yeu CHEwinG G u to? yes Teac-He- .' r THAT'5 'c cj DO N'T S'w fa D w l T« fAnOUS UAfT W or OS -f+fE DOG FIGHT Page Fifty-two The Chipmunk Jn Trre. o-ys af}' T if. ffOAKPWM-K ury S h i ty TiaaeTte. Hinds Tun Chipmunk Page Fifty-three Miss Doyle (seeing Donald Sangster bang his head with the lid of the gas- box) : “Woodman, spare that head! Miss Lord (making an announcement in study hall) : “Will all the Fresh- men who brought milk to the party last Friday please go into the domestic science room and get their bottles?’’ Frances H. (in General Science, after reading a chapter on the stars) : “Miss Doyle, were you out where you could see the stars last night? Miss Doyle: No, but I was the night before.” Miss Lord name Oliver?” Maggie: (to Maggie, who has answered for Oliver) : ‘I hope not.” 4 “Maggie, is your Toots: “I want my tooth pulled. What do you charge?” Dentist: “One dollar by gas, and two by ether. Toots: “Can you pull mine by kerosene for fifty cents?” A blind man’s cat once disappeared. He cried, “Ah, she’s a traitor!” I said, “Don’t be too harsh, my friend. Perhaps the radiator!” —Ex. . IN THE LABORATORY Teacher: “Is there any way the Red River could make the waste sawdust marketable?” Bright Pupil: Stuff teddy bears with it.” Autographs WESTWOOD PRODUCTS REACH A WIDE MARKET Forty-three out of the forty-eight States receive lumber products from the Red River plant at Westwood. Some of these States produce their own pine, but the Quality of PAUL BUNYAN products opens the door. Shipments are also made to foreign countries in both hemispheres. California White and Sugar Pine of exceptionally fine natural growth, manufactured into YARD AND SHED STOCKS. SASH AND DOORS. BOX SHOOK I.ATH. MOULDING CUT STOCK TO ORDER VENEER. VENEER PANELS Red River Lumber Warehouse Chicago Continuous Year Round Production, Logging, Manufacturing, and Ship- ping Winter and Summer. Annual Capacity over 200,000.000 feet. TRADE MARK Lake Almanor “Producers of White Pine for Over Half a Century.” THE RED RIVER LUMBER COMPANY MILL AND FACTORIES WESTWOOD. 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