White River High School - TKopechuck Yearbook (Buckley, WA)

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CBUCKLEY HIGH SCHOOL 19 huband, Lafayette Castle, sat on the porch step smoking his corn-cob pipe. As the picture changed again, we saw Christina Olsen, pleading with a cannibal king in darkest Africa to spare the lives of her husband, Fred Gall, and herself. The king, however, proved indominant, and I shudder to think of their fate if Keith Phillips and his band of Rough Riders had not appeared at just that moment to do the rescuing hero act. From Africa we leaped to Greenland, where Miss Betty Clifford was trying to teach all the dear little Eskimos to say their alphabet and to add two and two and not get seven. School was speedily dismissed, though, when, with a whoop and a shout, a sturdy skier sped down the side of the hill straight to the door of the little school-house. As he drew back his parka and entered the door, I recognized him as Jim Rainey. Then back we came to New York, where we had a flash of Detective Sergeant Harvey Phillips, with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, snoring as though he had not a care in the world. Next we visited Elinor Glyn's successor, Mercedes Corsini, whose latest book, Dead Dates, had just been finished. The main character in this old-fashioned romance was Agnes Sandor. Across the continent we flew, to find ourselves in Hollywood, where we watched the filming of a picture in which Reece Bolton and Leola Curtis co-starred. They were directed by the first woman director, Rose Rybicki. It was visitor's day at the studio, and among the guests we recognized Hilda Rohde, who is now a successful pretzel manufacturer, and Karl Baur, who has lately succeeded Henry Ford. Then we travelled up the coast, and stopped a while with Mildred Ames, who was engaged in the cream-puff factor owned by Elnora Lochridge. At Reno we were surprised to see Ethel Bowler, Madeline Kosich, and Adeline Marschke. All three of them were crying because the divorce law had been changed and they had to live in the state fourteen years before they could get rid of their husbands. In Texas Lida Browning was up before Judge Fred Stoltzf accused by Lucille Arsanto of stealing her pet long-eared mule. In Kentucky, in the back-woods district, we were surprised to find Ed Morris trying to teach the mountain girls to roll their own. Through the medium of the crystal, we caught Fred Miller in Florida, trying to convince Wilma McCutcheon that two was all that was necessary to play the game of post-office. ' just then we were rudely interrupted by a pounding on the front door. Pasha Dhin, or Max MacKenzie, showed visible signs of agitation at the disturbance. A moment later we heard a crash and knew that the door had been broken in. Then up thestairs bounded a mob of blue-coated policemen, led by Harold Craig, and the erstwhile Pasha Dhin was arrested in the name of the law-charged by Viva Ander- son with not paying her alimony for the past two months. After a couple of blue- coats had handcuffed and led away the much-frightened Pasha, I inquired of Harold how he came to be a policeman. He made me promise to keep it a secret, and then confessed that he was only doing it to oblige the commissioner, and thatshe was really a Secret Service man on the trail of Mary Marchetti, a dill pickle manufacturer, who was believed to be cheating the public on the number of warts on the pickles. Well, an old maid like me isn't used to so much excitement all in one day, and so after Harold left I decided I had better go home to my cat and parrot and live a peaceable life. I have the famous crystal of Pasha Dhin, which I bought from the city when the seer was arrested, and if ever you should have the urge to see any of our old classmates again, just come and visit with me for a while. Any one can tell you where Elsie Schwab lives, on 34th Mayflower Avenue, in little old New York. Your friend, ELSIE.

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I8 THE JVIOUNTAINEER ln Years to Come Dear Friend, The other day, as time hung heavy on my hands, I resolved to make a long- postponed visit to Pasha Dhin, that occult diviner of the future. Having come to a decision, I rang the bell and was answered by my French maid, Mademoiselle Esther Thieman. I instructed her to get my new suit out, and to tell the butler, Alfred Craig, to call a cab. I was soon informed that the taxi was ready, and I prepared to leave. Imagine my surprise when, on descending the steps, I discovered that the taxi driver was none other than our well-known breaker of hearts, Joe DeLisa. I talked with him for a while, and he said that he was now happily married to Cecelia Bruzas and they, with their five children, were living in the Bronx District of dear old New York. When he spoke of his wife, I noticed a tear in his eye, and asked him what was the matter. He told me that he was afraid he was going to lose her, because the landlord, Marion Kelly, had fallen in love with her, and threatened to kick them out of the apartment if Joe didn' t go before Supreme Court Judge George' Garnero and get a divorce so Marion could have Cecelia. After a little more conversation, I entered the cab and gave him the address of Pasha Dhin. In a few minutes we had arrived at our destination. As I ascended the steps I was shocked to see a weeping woman, whom I recognized as Anne Chiotti, rushing out of the house. I later learned that her husband, Daniel Johnston, the famous Horse-and-dog doctor, had just died of hydrophobia. I rang the bell and the door was opened by a diminutive, soft-footed Persian boy, whom I soon recognized as Knowlton Vfoolard. I was ushered into a great room, heavily hung with black velvet drapes, and told to seat myself. I had hardly sat down, however, when the housekeeper came in and although the room was dimly lighted, I had no difficulty in recognizing her as Mildred Clarke, or I should say Mrs. Wmheld Hackman, for I soon learned that she was married and that her husband was at pres- ent employed at sharpening lead pencils for the famous professor of Technicology, Waino Oikare. Our conversation was shortly interrupted by the entrance of a heavily turbanned figure, dressed in long, flowing robes, whom I instantly perceived was no other than the inimitable Pasha Dhin. He spoke to me in a soft, sibilant whisper: Ah, Madame, you wished to consult the crystal and foresee the future? Yes, I answered, and also to try and see some of my former classmates. Good, he murmured, and clapped his hands softly for the servant. Soon Knowlton entered, bearing a small black stand, which he placed between the seer and myself. He left the room, but soon reappeared. This time he carried with him something which was wrapped with a piece of black velvet, and which I knew was the crystal. He placed it on the table in front of Dhin, and asa he removed the cloth, a burning flame seemed to leap from the globe and illuminate the room and by its light I saw that Pasha Dhin was Max MacKenzie! Gradually it changed color, and then began to take shape. Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of singing, and looking into the crystal, I saw the stage of the Metropolitan Opera House, and, wonder of wonders, the singer was Walter Younkers. Then the picture faded and we saw a meadow, and trees. I saw that under one of them were two figures, whom I identified as justin Law and Harry Leov. Harry was on his knees before Justin, in an attitude of supplication, and Justin was gazing at Harry with a look of adoring wonder on her face. We even heard some of the words that were being said, but it would never do to repeat them here. This picture, too, faded, and the next scene that was presented for our view really made me laugh. You will, too, when I tell you that it was our astidious Maye Wells, rigged out in a calico dress and a sunbonnet, feeding chickens in the back yard, while her

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20 THE JVIOUNTAINEER unior Llistory President ,.,. .. Arthur Nelson Vice-President .... ...,. Bill Ames Secretary ,.,,,7,. ........w..... L ee Whitney Representative ......,.... ...,.... M arguerite Yerran Ho everybody! I'lere's the history of the future seniors of good old B. L. H. S. The record that the class of '32 has made shows that it has not been sluffing when it came to school activities. We feel that we owe much of our success to the willing and guiding hand of Mr. Leatherwood, our advisor. To start with the following Junior boys were awarded football letters: Bill Ames, Teddy Bolton, Darield Fotheringill, George Smith, Dayton Trygstad, Eino Eskola and Ralph Ose. All of the boys played the necessary quarters to earn their letters. Whoopsl Then the Junior play. The fact that it was a big success proves that our class was not lacking in dramatic ability. Those having parts in our play The Arrival of Kittyv were: Anne Spittlar, Lee Whitney, Cecelia Gavinski, Bill Ames, Teddy Bolton, Glen Rowe, Lyall Neat and Mike Zamarvich. Three Junior boys made the varsity basketball team. One, Darield Fotherin- gill, member of the First Five, was awarded a gold basketball. The other boys, Bill Ames and George Smith, received chenille letters. Neither were the girls lacking in athletic ability. For Helen Bruchok, Jeanette Ehler and Marguerite Yerran made brilliant showings in basketball. We expect to hear more of them next year. The boys who represented our class on the track squad were: Teddy Bolton, George Smith, and Dayton Trygstad. Two members of the junior class placed first in the inter-class deelamation contest, Wilma Nelson and Marguerite Yerran. These girls represented the school in their respective phases, at the county contest. Marguerite made a remarkable showing by taking second place in the Oratorical. She also represented the school in the National Oratorieal contest in Tacoma. The Juniors held their place on the honor roll and Honor Society, proving that they were not lacking in scholastic ability. The following Juniors are now wearing two-bar Honor Society pins: Marguerite Yerran, Mary Barbero, Ellen Wakkuri, and Lee Whitney.