Marlborough High School - Sundial Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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: :IT ,AY - -4 Xrjj lai'-'lE k Ig Ek 1'-T' ...if ef! fin. ln May to Olympics we turned our great minds, To a program all forces were bent- We collected a sum that delighted our hearts. To the Scholarship Fund it was sent. At our mental attainments we point with great pride, We have twelve on the great C. S. F. And seven ot these are real Sealbearers too- But there's nothing that rimes with an F. Our athletic achievements are many, you know, ln tact quite too many for me, For they call for a muse that does not patronize My genius, it any there bel Our villain , Miss Agnew, our child of good cheer, Grew wise as she weathered the season, She gave us a tea at the tirst of the year Which showed her infallible reasons. ln the rally, of course, we quite led politics, And Roosevelt came from our class, He spoke with such skill and such wittiness too That his Presidency came to pass. Will Rogers was ours as was Bill McAdoo, Charlie Curtis and Tallant-ed Tubbs, Dolly Gann with her smile and the tiery Bob, too And Sunny lim -none of them dubs. 'Twas the morning that Christmas vacation began That the Seniors arose with the dawn, And trimmed the huge tree and ate doughnuts galore While they tried to suppress every yawn. Tezcoco's the legend We took for our class Ot a golden heron of old, For Christmas Tav Brandel donned yellow cuirass And tor hours that posture did hold.

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'A : 1 If ,Hx M, 46,-.-.ark iii Ati .:. -.-e i., HISTORY OF Tl-IE CLASS OF '33 We cherubim of our Freshman year Wore bows around our necks, The haloes shone, but We greatly fear There was little in upper decks! Our Ninth Grade planned a picnic But held it in the Gym, 'Cause the Weather played a horrid trick And rained and rained with vim. In '29 Fiesta Days Were given by the school, The actors melted bit by bit Beneath the sunshine cruell As Sophs we gave a party- The Gay Nineties was our theme- And Senior guests laughed loud and long Which made the actors beam. As Iuniors We loved tragic plays, Written by Stephen Leacockg Could he have seen our kingly Woe He'd have strutted and swelled like a peacock. Mem'ries brightest spot of the Iunior year Is the party at Ianie Tuttle'sg Each one eats till she's Well nigh busts, And at last, quite late, homeward scuttles. ln the Iunior year We sang with glee And We sang with good result, For We made the rafters ring so long That with first prize We exult.

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