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

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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

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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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Close your eyes my friend, ah! — where are you now? Laugh, there, that is right. A crystal castle glittering in the sunshine is before you. There are no high stone walls here, a large, low, rambling castle this. About its base grow flowers, the wondrous colors of which reflect upon the shining walls, their perfume floats upon a soft spring breeze, and the air is sweet, moist and warm. From this castle ' s walls fly brightly colored pennants. Fountains send their spray as high as the highest pennant floats, where sud- denly it breaks and melts away in mists like fairy figures. Birds sing, fawns and other timid animals move within the shadows of my garden walls. This, my friend, is the Castle of Accomplishment. Enter. See, happy moments snatched at the height of achievement line the wall. Life ' s friendships laugh and sing in every room. You, my friend, will live here too. and we shall dream another building into being, you and L A niat is that wavering shadow on the horizon ? I do not know. It is a castle of mine but still I have never entered it. Many times have I ridden toward it with a sad heart, many times with laughter, but most often with only questioning. I have been pushed back by those shadows which issue always from its door. I meet the shadows in reality later but what this castle holds is still a mystery. I only know it is the hand of Fate that beckons me toward it and is the hand of God that draws me back, for, my friend, that castle is the . . . Future. I do not know, I dare not guess what it will hold, so come, the Future waits, the present is here. Let my dream castles be your dream castles. — your Castles in Spain my Castles in Spain, and let be so until the Gate of the Castle of the Future clangs down upon one of us, and all our dreams fall apart forever. I wished one day some power would come to me, A gift by means of which myself Fd see, As to the watching world I seem to be. And strange to say, a fairy came my way. To grant to me the wish Fd made that day. And oh! it filled my soul with blank dismay! For as I looked, oh, how my pride did fall ; Aghast. I staggered back against the wall. The world was not aware of me at all ! L. L. CRITTENDEN Desire INEZ KEOUGH, ' 13. 10