Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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LITERARY

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Pajce Twenty-four THE CHIPMUNK Seventh Grade Top Row: Vern McDonald, Coy Brown, Lynn Heath, Floyd Clark, Robert Litzler, Linton Emerson, Irving Kendall, Bob Murrell, Neil McNevin. Roy Key, Frank Prior, Loren Morey, Albert Yarbo, Max Strickland, Calvin Casey, Thane Madrid, John Sabrido, Jimmy Jacobsen, Edward McPhee, Benny Abila, James Johnson, Billy Becker, Dale Packard. Second Row: Harold Foster, Lane Warren, Dolores O’Brien, Joyce Cooper, Jessie Silva, Mary Colombero, Elsie Denna, Anne Fiora, Leona Yokem, Vivian O’Brien, Jean Wilcox, Charlotte, Pierce. Rosie Chatoin, Ruth Chandler, La Vern Richardson, Jean Moe, Joe Yanko, Orval McFadyen. First Row: Hortensia Calvo, Carol Meffley, Eileen Valley, Alvera Timoni, Mildred Aznoe, Lois Cooper, Wilma Wilson, Carrie Linn, Julia Lauer, Corine Andrews, Rosalie Phillips, Phylis Hull, Dolores Chandler, Grace Furlong. At the beginning of this school year sixty-six members were added to Westwood High School. Although new to the High School they have immediately fallen in line and supported their class and school in all activities. Both boys and girls have shown a great deal of interest in inter- class sports and the class has been well represented on Junior High Athletic Teams. The interest shown is probably due to the fine spirit of the class. We hope to hear from them a great deal in the future. Marjorie Woolman ’30 Alyce Miley ’30

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Page Twenty-six THE CHIPMUNK Just a Memory I’ve wandered to the old home town And stood there on the square And looked for some familiar face I knew could not be there. But still—somehow I’d see again As though ’twas in a dream The dear old Seniors standing there Just like they used to seem. I even thought I heard them sing “When the Westwood Boys all Fall in Line,” Or perhaps it’s “Go Into the Game”, ’Twas then I pictured everyone ; “Spud”, “Ox”, “Bill” and Bob McKeown. Until each one would fade away Like sun-light at the close of day Because my sight grew dim. The dear old Seniors have drifted far From these loved haunts we knew But still—I’ll bet they often dream Just like I’m telling you. ’Cause sometimes when I’m dreamin’ About these haunts we used to roam I meet them coming down the path That leads to “Home, Sweet Home.” Earl Fitch ’31