Livermore High School - El Vaquero Yearbook (Livermore, CA)

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LIVERMORE HIGH Sei-root 27 LITERARY SPRING CLEANING Spring has kuml Yes sir, believe it or not, the period in every year which everyone waits for and welcomes with ecstasies of joy has arrived at last. And how do I know it's really here? Why, the girls with their legs exposed to the weather ought to be ample proof. But, to the doubtful ones, I need only to refer them to the sighs and groans of the distracted students in the classrooms, which, when combined with the deliberate laziness of the aforementioned students, leads to only one possible conclusion. The terrible malady of spring fever has descended upon our earth. Therefore, it is evident that spring is really here. Perhaps you will allow me to recite 'for you a short poem that will prove my state- ment. All right, let's go: When the birdies in the trees When the lovers in the park Start in singing melodies, Stay there way after dark, Then you know that Then you know that Spring is Here! Spring is Here! When the boys run in a flock With their overcoats to hock, When the girlies bare their knees And just seem about to freeze, When you see the B. V. D's. Floating gently in the breeze, Then you know that 1 Y SPRING IS HERE! Well, now that spring has been proved to be here, what are we going to do about it. In the hrst place, don't get spring fever and be discouraged. You know, our students aren't so bad off. There are a lot of people more unfortunate. Think of the poor man who pawned his false teeth to get something to eat. And then we land the case of the Scotchman who shot himself because when he ordered alphabet soup he found that several letters of the alphabet were missing. But probably there is no equal to the tough luck of the bell-hop who looked through a key-hole for an hour, only to find it was a clothes closet. Now to get down to business and start Hspeecliing my spoochf' As you know, one of the disadvantages of spring is spring cleaning. I don't see how in the world a person with spring fever can spring clean. But it must be possible because it has been goin' on since Adam was a boy. Whereas, carpet-raising, fumigation, wall scrubbing, etc., was in order a few years ago, spring cleaning has moderated to such an extent that a person does not have to move himself out in the back yard while the house is being cleaned. But nevertheless, I must confess the spring cleaning is carried out every year with clock- like regularity and there is no getting away from doing it

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26 February 15, 1929: GREEN 6 GOLD New appointments made in Assembly Committee, Lincoln and Edison Program: Early Life of Lincoln Political Life of Lincoln . Elmer Rowley . Roland Therl-cof Pearl Gilbert Captain, Oh Bly Captain, poem . Neopolitan Nights, piano solo Edison . School Song February 19, 1929: . . . Frances Nissen . . . . Robert Mcliown Student Body lead by Miss Kappler Elections for Executive Council Members. March 1, 1929: Installation of Executive Council Member, Rae Hansen. Wrtsliingtoii and Longfellow Program. Sta r Spangled Banner Longfellow . Harmonica Selections 'Day is Done poem March 4, 1929: Student Body hears Inaugural Day April 5, 1929: Kipling Program: America . Kipling . Boots, poem . Student Body lead by Miss Kappler . . . . Rae Hansen . Roy Nelson Yolanda Raboli Program broadcasted from Wasliingtoii, D. C. Student Body lead by Miss Kapplei' . . . . Freida Davis . Pearl Gilbert Tommy Atkins, poem . . . Lea Mitchell I,.'Envoi . . .... Olive Beck Piano Duet . . Edwin George, Reid Wfhiting School Yells . Student Body lead by Orlando Roderick Fish and Game of California .... Mr. H, C. Bryant April 15,1929Z A pep rally was held to arouse enthusiasm for the securing of the high school bonds. Several interesting talks were given by the popular students in regard to the inad- equate equipment of the old school and the advantages of a new school. The students marched past the grammar school, which joined them, to L Street and then to the flag pole, where yells and songs arose from the lusty young throats of the enthusiastic young students.

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ZS GREEN G GOLD All houses are cleaned, so why not our school? Aside from the home, the average student spends most of his time at school. Should he not take some pride in keeping his school clean? Would you throw papers and waste on your lawn at home? No, you would not. Then let us, in the future, help to keep our school looking fairly good. Pick up trash and keep the schoolrooms clean. And, in conclusion, I want to say again, don'r be discouraged, but fight on, Keep our school clean, and if you ever feel like giving up, think of this little limerick: There was a school of my schooldays, That was the seat of my learning, It was always so clean, No dirt could be seen, For it my heart keeps on yearning. Howard Lindbergh, '29, MEMORIES OF YOU When I stand in the doorway at evening, When I sit in a chair by the fire And see the sun setting out there, And watch the flames leaping high, When I'm walking along on the Seashore, When I hear the voice of a robin And feel the wind toy with my hair, Telling that Springtime is nigh, When at morn I look from my window, Whenever I walk among flowers, And behold on the flowers the dew, Those flowers of beautiful hue, Whenever, whatever, happens Whenever, whatever happens Brings back sweet memories of you. Brings back sweet memories of you. When oft' I sit on a long afternoon And summer is in full sway, When I wander up in the mountains blue Where nature has her way, Where're I've come, where're I've gone All these long years through, Wlienevei', whatever happens Brings back sweet memories of you. Betty Wolfe, 31. 1 4 OLD ONE LEG You all wonder perhaps how old One Leg lost his leg. I am now the sole survivor of the original witness. Wfhen old One Leg died recently he asked me, as a last favor, if I could write the true story of how he lost his leg, and so put to rest the conflicting stories now in circulation. Although I am not a very good story teller, I agreed to do this, and that is my object in writing. It happened that I was sailing on the famous pirate ship, the Black Ghost, under that notorious pirate, 'Cutthroat Ike. We had made an unusually successful voyage and were on the point of returning to England when one of the sailors dropped the compass overboard. Of course, it was an accident, but since none of us could navigate without the compass we were in a predicament. We sailed around for about a month