Woodland High School - Ilex Yearbook (Woodland, CA)

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THE ILEX Ode to the Seniors As the craft that floats on the distant sea, Is steered on its course by destiny, So, dear friend, is the path we tread Planned for us so long ahead. Now that our High School days are o'er, Our little craft floats away from shore, To be tossed about by the Winds of Time, And tested in storms, your life and mine. Some little craft will be wrecked before It has even lost sight of the old home shoreg Some little ship will traverse the sea To the port beyond, land Victory. All we can do is our very best, A Higher Power must do the rest, But let our course be straight and true Unweakened by the storms passed through. Dear friends, our trip is just begun, Let us sail our ship So that at the end of the trip The Captain will say, Well done. --DOROTHY BIGELOW.

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T H E l L E X 23 Name ldiosyncrasies Secret Arden! Aim I0 Years Hence M E Has hair and freckles Star in Broadway's Has' Miss Boesken's ' DGAR like her brothers latest plays posltlon , . Ch ' l cl - . . E. EHRKE Martha s llstener spezglglon a y Safe IH UIHUIITIODY , , Owner of a taxi- F. EVANS Dark halr and eyes Essaylst d stan , , M rried to Davis C. FISSELL Wlnsomeness Be llterary Przft K. GALLUP Always worried Gym teacher Food demonstrator Recently purchased M. PACKER LI-he French wonder- Be with Josephine an inlefest in West' oy ern Union P T d. Owner chain of Member. of the I J' ARKER ar mess stationery stores Academle Francalse . . D' f B. PEARSON Is a puzzle Drive a forelgn car togicjglig 0 a new . T 1' l - E. PLANK Strong and steady Cosmetic producer clxzegisglxm O. SANTONI Small feet Expert linguist Clever criminologist . St ' ' l f K. SHUMAN Sunny smiles Football mentor Gggxglfmffrvlva 0 Cl cl t I. SPERBECK Marcel Reckless gambler Blgiisiiin 0 . Own a thorough- Detective in M' STORZ Sffalgh' as an arrow bred dairy Octavius' service .. . .. S t C. UNDERWOOD That grln Gfeeks Secretary of State J. WATSON A nose for news vrjgrgpaper feature Professor at Stanford . . .. , . T' ht lkin V. BAILEY AYIISIIC ablllty ,Ieromes assistant acltgon gifhellfril 8 . W'f f lvl. sims Charm soaal butterfly ofgciro a 'my . . . . . i D l' f l R. BARKER Big, blg eyes Vlollmst msrggeissen S ore M. BARNER Talkative Well, Buck--- Swiss Alps guide E. SCHLIEMANN Rowena's friend Futuristic painter Entertains royalty E. SNEED Very athletic Kindergarten teacher Assists Gwen . Has established as- . f ' - A. spslwsus Reliable LF' of a G 'W 'h rounding track Village party records Never has her . . Campfire group R. STADTMULLER French Get in Mills guardian A. STIVERS Likeable An impersonator matron for E. STRONG Unapproachable Dentist's assistant Owns a cafeteria E. TRUE Good student Latin instructor Belle of Davis Farm V. LONG A still better student Reform Yolo MISS Swmton S C, WILKINSON Vamping eyes Charleston exponent successor Housewife

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THE ILEX 25 The Black Mask Percival Dewitt Chester was the sissy of Ferndale High School. He was not only handicapped by the name Percival Dewitt, but his mother had petted and coddled him until at the age of seventeen and a Senior in Ferndale High, he was the laughing stock of the school. But the funny part of it was that Percival Dewitt seemed to enjoy being a sissy, for even after all the taunts of his classmates, he continued lo bring his teacher flowers and polish the nails of his small white hands until they shone brighter than those of any girl in the school. Percival Dewitt was a typical sissy not only in manners and dress, but in figure as well: for his body was short and slim: his eyes, set deep in his head, peered from behind a pair of large horn- rimmed spectacles, his mouth was very smallg but his ears, which were always red, were very large and protruding. Needless to say, he was mother's only son. But Percival Dewitt had one tormentor whom he could not stand. Ever since they were Freshman together, Roger Channing, the sheik of Ferndale High, and Percival Dewitt Chester had been enemies. Although Roger was much more popular with both the boys and girls, he did not spend much time on his lessons. Consequently, whenever his enemy's name appeared on the honor roll, which it often did, Roger's father would say, Well, son, I see your rival beat you again this month. His name is on the honor roll, but where is yours? His mother would sigh and reply, If you would only spend as much time on your lessons as Percival Chester, perhaps you could have as good a record every month. And Roger would stalk out of the room grumbling, Yes, I suppose I would be better off if I were a 'sissy' like 'Percy' Dewitt, mama's darling. Now Percival Dewitt could bear the laughing taunts of the rest of the school, but when Roger Channing began to taunt him, he vowed revenge. He knew not what he was going to do, but revenge he would have. Little did he dream that his chance was near. All the school was excited over the lVlasqued Ball to be given by the Juniors of Ferndale High. In between classes groups of excited girls could be seen conversing in the, halls. Oh, what are you going to wear to the ball? With whom are you going? Who is Roger Channing going to take? These were some of the many ques- tions asked. At last the night for the Masqued Ball had arrived and a merry, disguised crowd had assembled. Pierrots and Pierretes, bold Spanish Dons and their coy Senoritas, brave soldiers and nurses, shy nuns and grave friars, demure Chinese maids and impas- sive coolies---all danced and made a gay picture. In the midst of all, the couple that drew the most attention was a tall, dark, handsome pirate, gaily dancing with a tiny, vivacious ballet girl. Who were they? Many recognized Roger Channing as the dashing pirate, but who was the golden-haired ballet girl with the fluffy pink tarleton dress? Even Roger wondered. For although he danced many times with this girl during the ,evening, she would not speak a word. Say, Goldie-Locks, don't keep a poor fellow in suspense, what's your name? begged Roger. You dance wonderfully well. But a pair of blue eyes only mocked him from behind a little black mask. Anyway, he continued, desperately, I'll know who you are when we unmask at ll:30. But a meek voice only answered, Maybe Roger would have liked to have danced with the bewitching little girl oftener, but gallant Spanish Dons, Pierrots and others, sought her favor. The time was slowly passing and llI30 was drawing near. As Roger glanced at his watch for the fiftieth time he muttered, Who the deuce is she? I've met her somewhereg I know l have. Only ten more minutes until we unmask. Say, I guess I'd