Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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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

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LITERARY

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THE CHIPMUNK Page Twenty-seven BUT SHE DIDN’T As I see it, Sir Walt Scott wasn’t very well informed on the subject. He came from the West, all right, but his name wasn’t Lochinvar. It was Oscar G. Snoopdoodle. He came from the West: from San Luis Obispo, in fact. But he went back. It was this way. Oscar was in New York on business. As he entered his hotel—er’ I mean, the hotel where he was staying,—a boy asked if he was Mr. O. G. Snoopdoodle. When he answered affirmatively, he was handed a telegram, which read as follows: “ Dear Oscar: FATHER IS FORCING ME TO MARRY THAT VILLAIN COMMA ALOYSIUS E SINGWELL STOP COME AT ONCE STOP LOVE COMMA SUSIE” Oscar hurried to his room, packed only enough clothing to last him on his long journey, hailed a taxi, and drove to an airport. I don’t know which airport it was, so I can only say that he went to an airpor.t There he found a suitable plane, which he chartered, together with a reliable pilot. When he arrived in San Francisco, the pilot discovered that the engine was missing, and as it couldn’t be found, Oscar had to take a train to San L. O. At San Jose, the train was wrecked, so our hero hailed a taxi, and sped down the highway to his destination. Driving to the bride’s home, he was informed that the party had gone to the church. He stayed not for stop signs nor did he stop when a burly son of Erin, dressed in blue and with brass buttons, raised his arm in a signal meaning “Hesitate”, but he unerringly made his way to the First Methodist Church. Telling the taxi-driver to wait, he boldly entered the Church. In- side the door, he met Lucifer Longwind, the father of Susie, followed by Aloysius E. Singwell. The craven bridegroom said not a word, but the bride’s father said, “Oscar G. Snoopdoodle, what are you doing here?” Without waiting to answer, Oscar strode on into the church. He easily found Susie Longwind in the crowd and went to her side. “Susie,” he whispered in her ear, “would you always buy me lavendar neck-ties and orange sox on my birthday, if I got you out of this scrape?” “Oh, Oscar,” she said, “you know I would!” “Curses!” cried Oscar. “She loves me not!” And without more adieu, he dashed out the door, clambered into the taxi, sped away, and was seen no more. Which leads me to believe, gentle reader, that Oscar Snoopdoodle was a much luckier man, if not more gallant, than Lochinvar. Russell Hutchinson ’31