Monterey High School - El Susurro Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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EL SUSURR0 HEELEQLEELEELEQEELEQJ Ebc Class of 1910 Words by WM. B. BURBECK. '10 Music by A. D. SCAMMELL Air:-' 'Do A Love Thee P ESQ When to-night we part at last, From the Class of Nineteen-Ten, Maybe never more to meet Together on this earth again, May some guardian angel watch, Keeping us thru paths of life, Shielding us from unseen foes, Protecting us from cares and strife. When our work of.life is o'er, And we cease to toil and gain, May the gods of fate decree, That once more we meet againg Meet and renew the many ties, That our High School life has bound, And the Class of Nineteen-Ten In health and happiness abound. 20

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D El- SUSURR0 'GHIS year has been a very successful one for Monterey High. Besides making a creditable showing in football and baseball, we have both boys' and girls' basketball teams of which many a school of twice our numbers might well be proud. Two numbers of El Susurro have been issued, and some other work done in the literary line. Best of all, perhaps, we have, by means of The Jap- anese Girl, cleared off all the debts of the school, and brought into our treasury a neat sum with which to carry on our athletics. 'A ND now the year is over, and the staff lay down their work with sighs of mingled relief and regret. We have tried hard to make this year's Susurros measure up to the standard set in former years, and hope that we have succeeded. We wish all good luck to our successors, and hope to see El Susurro in the years to come, a match for any High School paper in the State. NOTE.-On account of lack of space, the Exchanges have been omitted, but will be noted in the next issue. su . - I A STORY WITHOUT WORDS PHo1-on.nAr-Hsu rnom 'rr-as 1-An. or uu.u:v's comm' ' CAST-QABOVE, HILBV, OLIVER, BEST. LEE KON ROPE, BURBECK IFORNIA

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EL 5'-'SUR-R0 Times to the Class of nineteen-Gen EGGS i Set adrift upon life's ocean, May your little craft sail straight- Through the billows rocky motion, Safe into the Golden Gate. Little craft, what bear you? What will be your answer, then- Answer proudly, answer loudly 'Tis the Class of Nineteen-Ten. Set adrift upon life's ocean, Who will be your Pilot there, Who will guide your vessel's courses, Through the wind, the rain, the air? Class of Nineteen-Ten, you're drifting With the ever-changing tide, Simply drifting from the harbor To the ocean, vast and wide. On the mast-head floats your pennant, With its Purple and its Gold- Bringing memories of High School ln the care-free days of old. Yet through all the long, long joumey, Waiteth silently afar, In some rocky, coral cavern, Spirit of the Harbor-Bar. And when all the journey's ended, And our ship is anchored-then We shall know, and bless the Spirit Ot the Class of Nineteen-Ten. Gladys E. Davies, 'I0. 21