Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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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.

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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.

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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.