Berkeley High School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Few of us can ever render any such great service as did Lincoln for in- stance, dedicating his great Hfe to proving the proposition that all men are created equal. but each one of us. in the sphere in which he lives, has an opportunity for service which, if neglected, will go undone, if done, will bring happiness to us as well as to those we serve, and, above all. give us the feeling that our life has been worth while and that, for our having journeyed here, the world is just a little better than it would have been with- out us. Let us then, fellow class-mates, as we leave Berkeley High behind us, take with us this great lesson, more important than any we can learn in our class rooms, that the highest prize is not for him who seeks, but for him v ho serves, for him wdio gives rather than for him who receives. r| THANKS getting out this issue of the Pod, many difficulties have j y been met. That these handicaps have been overcome and a creditable Pod gotten out, is due largely to the help we have received from various sources. First, we would mention Aliss Grace Henley, stafif adviser, whose constant help has made our task much lighter and pleasanter. That the art work is one of the strongest features of the paper is due largely to the valuable help and advice of Miss Marshal. We have tried to show our appreciation of the help of Mr. Paul Evans, by dedi- cating this book to him. To Mr. Lederer. Mr. Street, and Mr. Zeus, the printers, we owe perhaps our largest vote of thanks. Their kindness in helping us through difficulties has made this book possible. In the same way, Mr. Pausch of the Commercial Photo Engraving Co., has gone out of his way to oblige us. Without the help and, co-operation of Gaylord Cooke, our manager, we never could have succeeded. As for the stafif, they have worked faithfully and well. If you like the book give them the credit. Where I Dream L pon the forest ' s carpet, there I lay. My gaze intent upon the running stream ; The arching trees above shut out the day ; The glassy surface of the creek was green ; The buzzing of the bee, the blue jay ' s scream, The far-ofT cooing of the turtle dove All added to my happy summer dream — Among the things of nature that I love. GLADYS PARTRIDGE. 8

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Editorial A WORD TO SENIORS Senior Play, the Ball, and then graduation, and our school days at Berkeley High are over. Some of us will go on to college, others into some other line of work, but to all of us the chang ' e has a common meaning. It means that we are entering upon a new and larger sphere, whether it be that of college or business, and that from now on, we will be brought face to face with life as a more serious proposition than it has ever l een to us before. In facing any hard problem, or undertaking any large task, the first thing we need is a definite plan on which to work. The contractor in under- taking to build a house, would be sadly at sea without the architect ' s draw- ings, and, in the same way, a general at the outset of a campaign must have some definite plan of action laid out for himself, or his chances for success are small indeed. We have come to the place where we must face our great problem — how to make the life which hss been given us to live, happy and worth the living. For after all, if we only stop to consider, this is the ultimate aim of each one of us. Wealth, success, honor, — we seek them, yes, but not as an end, merely as a means to the goal toward which we all work — happiness. This then, is our problem and the question immediately arises : What shall be our working plan? What method can we adopt which will insure for us lasting happiness and enable us. when we are through to say. It has been worth while. In only one way can we achieve this result, in the highest and fullest degree ; not by making the main business of our lives our own personal gain, but by striving to better the cond ition of those about us — by dedicating our lives to the service of our fellow men. This is not an idle and unfounded assumption ; to prove it we need only to look about us. Our daily lives are full of examples of the great truth, that perfect satisfac- tion in life can only come from service. Most of us have in our homes, a mother, whose life is an example of the deepest and truest happiness, bought by years of unselfish service to her family. For her, other pleas- ures are as nothing compared to the joy she has in working for her children and watching their developement. Some of us have fathers, wdiose service is just as valuable in the office or in the home, and just as well paid in that true and lasting joy, the reward of unselfish service. We all know people who, though they seldom do anything which we would think of as being fun, are yet always happy and cheerful. Why? Simply because they have found the secret of true happiness — doing their work faithfully, and being ever ready, when the opportunity presents itself, to do something for an- other. 7

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A Phantasy IT IS difficult to tell why I know so much about my Castles in Spain. Yet who should know better how to describe them than myself who holds the key to all of them? My friend, it is hard to bring one ' s finest and most private Castle in Spain, or anywhere else, before the unblinking, star- ing gaze of the public ; but corne, help me to behold and I shall take you to my Spanish villas. . . . We draw near. Our eyes are caught and held by the sight of a monstrous building of gray stone arising from a dry. rocky hollow. The roar as of a thousand waterfalls is heard; around the bleak turrets whistle chill winds. Liroken pennants stream from its walls and a mass of tarnished armor litters the path. It is alone, desolate. Behold, my friend, this is my Castle of Dead Desires and Broken Thoughts, the Castle of the Past. I shall give you the key, go and explore its halls. . . . . . Why do you look so pale? That gostly figure in the tattered garb, with lean fingers and wailing voice is nothing b ut the shadow of a broken friend- ship. You say the walls are chill. They are and should be. They are drip- ping with the tears of all the sorrows of a life. They are clothed in the black of lost dreams. But come, this black castle of mine does not appeal. 9