Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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FRESHMEN The class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty—the largest symphony of students in the Westwood Junior-Senior High School. Ninety-six strong, they have gone far on the scale of achievement under the direction of their President, Betty Ricks, and Advisor, Mrs. Huggins. The privilege of the first hot dog sale was theirs at the Westwood-Greenville game, where the dogs were running around to the melody of “Wanta Buy a Hot Dog?” This sale amounted greatly to the class fund. Candy sales, among other activities, played an important part as the class worked tirelessly with them. Dancing was also an interesting activity for the ninth grade class. Many seemed interested and willing to learn. They secured the audi- torium on different occasions after school and many times on Friday, danced with the girls in their physical education period. January 22, this class enjoyed its first night party. Games and dancing entertained the group, after which hot chocolate and ginger- bread and whipped cream were served. Dancing was resumed, after the refreshments. Sales and informal dances have been part of the year’s scale, but party sounded high “C” for them.

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EIGHTH GRADE “Oh if I had the wings of an angel. O’er these prison bars I would fly. I would fly to the arms of my poor darling And there I’d be willing to die.” Reaching outward. Matron Mitchell presses the button which opens the large iron door connecting her office. A guard appears with a message. She must go. There is to be a mass meeting. She follows the guard down the now empty passage; past empty cells into a large room where Virginia Jefferies, Keeper of the Prison Records, calls off the numbers representing the prisoners. Behind her sits captain of the guards Harry Knecht and his “yes- man”. Both are very solemn faced. The matron sits down near the door so she’ll be near if she is needed. The last number is called. The keeper of the records is seated. Then very unhurriedly Captain Knecht rises and walks to the center of the platform. The listeners wait expectantly. His voice booms out suddenly: “Something must be done! We are scheduled for a candy sale soon and it MUST go over big! It must net more profits! I want to make it big. If the profits are not big, I’ll have everyone of you exe- cuted, guilty or not! Meeting adjourned. He has, from all appearances, really frightened these poor prisoners of his. They are fairly falling over one another in their haste to get back to their cells. We find, upon investigation, that aside from putting signs on the blackboards not much advertising is done. But the sale is a success and no one is executed. My guess is they robbed a bank and bought themselves out.