Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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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.

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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

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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.