Glendale High School - Stylus Yearbook (Glendale, CA)

“In The Beginning Gloria, the Goddess of all things, gazed down from the clear blue heavens which covered the tiny hamlet of Glendale, and as she gazed she smiled whimsically; but as Goddesses are not supposed to smile, she dipped her head in the fleecy clouds — and smiled again. It was no wonder that the lips of the stately Goddess curved so happily that morn, for far, far below, in the little town with its few crude homes, she could see boys and girls, thirty-five of them, the entire high school population of the vicinity, trooping toward their school. They came from all parts of the valley, these thirty and five pioneer students of Glendale Union High School; from Burbank, from Tujunga, from Sunland, and from the great stretches of open farm land which lay Hat and golden for miles around. They walked long distances each day, to and from school, for there were few automobiles in 11)01; and they studied their lessons in a few little rooms of an old hotel on Broadway. As the last young person disappeared within the school, Gloria, the benevolent Goddess turned and cried, " Robbin, come hither. " At her call, a wee elfin page, clothed in brightest red drew near and dropped to his knees before his mistress. " Robbin, ' tis time that the little town below have a real High School. The few rooms now serving will not do for long. Go, Robbin, wee red elf, and whisper to each person in the village that a new school is needed and that they must raise some money to buy the site and construct the building — Be off. " Robbin did as he was bidden, and a few months later found the Goddess smiling again, for far below on the corner of Brand and Broadway, she could see a new build- ing going up, the first real Glendale High School. It was a small building, but it would do for the thirty-five students and many more. For seven years the good Goddess Gloria watched the little country village grow. For seven years she v/atched young people, with books under their arms, pass through the open portals of their little institution of knowledge. She would often see her friend, the Goddess of Wisdom, wending her way toward the citidel of learning. When this divinity was away, she left in charge her follower, Mr. Moyse, a good and wise man who taught his young people not only book knowledge, but the knowledge of life as well. Under his patient tutelage they learned to love their God and their fellow men. Their minds were truly broadened. But during those seven years, the country village of Glendale grew to be a town, and the school on Brand and Broadway became too small; so the good Goddess again sent Dobbin to the earth to whisper in the ears of the people that another new school was needed, a larger one, one that would last for many years. The people obeyed the whispers of the wee red elf and the year 1908 found a new building being con- structed on Harvard Street, a building that the most visionary person in Glendale thought could never be filled. But the Goddess Gloria smiled again. She knew that Glendale would some day be a great city, that the beautiful new edifice, before even a score of years had passed, would be crowded to its limits with those seeking the open doors of knowledge. \ ' i)u ”