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

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-.7.!5---,ku-:--., - --i . anim ersanalifies When we view our great state of California we seldom stop to think of it as made up of many component parts. Rather we tend to look upon it as a whole. Actual' ly, California is an ever-shifting panorama. From the great silent forests of the north to the constantly changing life of the south, California is indeed fortunately different. In this, our state may well be compared to our Class of 1939. It is possible to liken the varied personalities of a class to the different sections of a state. First, there is Hollywood-the synthetic city of glamour. There, what counts is the outward impression-the real things that are deep down underneath are 'of little consequence. In the southland, the artificial reigns supreme. It is easy to picture a person who is the personification of this part of California. One can easily imagine him or her walking down the street dressed in flashy clothes, giving the glad hand to every acquain- tance--no matter how slight. Then we come north to the great majestic Sierras, calm and tranquil under their covering of cool green forest and everlasting snow. In this region of silent grandeur, mere man must move with almost reverent step. The entire atmosphere is one of tranf quillity and silent thought. A far cry indeed from the rush and hurry of the south. Here is the person who believes in thinking things out for himself, standing on his own two feet. Superficial matters hold little interest for him. Then we have the limitless expanse of dry arid desert. In this inferno of scorched wasteland not a living thing exists. The only signs of motion are the waves of hot air incessantly drifting toward the sky. Can't you see him with a dull, blank, express' ionless look on his face-with his everlasting reams of words about nothing in particular pouring out as if from an eternal geyser? All who contact this wasteland are smitten with ennui. From there we go to bustling, cosmopolitan San Francisco. Here is a city con- taining a little of every portion of the world-yet totally different from any single part of it. A feeling of charm and good fellowship permeates the atmosphere. One cannot help absorbing a little of the rare and fascinating. The background of blue water and silver steel, furnished by the bay and the great bridges enhances the rare beauty of this city. From quaint and curious Chinatown with its myriads of odd shops and twisting

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streets to patrician Noh Hill with its tall, stately huildings San Francisco is unique. The person to represent San Francisco is very hard to picture. She should he someone whose head isn't in the clouds: whose feelings run toward real things rather than to fleeting whimsies. She should he eternally engaging in some worthwhile activity or organization, hut she will still have plenty of time to do those many little things that prove just how human she is. The curtain falls upon our hrief view of some of the warp and woof that weave the golden tapestry of California. This glimpse of the variegated personalities that are woven together to make up our class is likewise concluded. Let us hope, as our Commonwealth grows greater, and takes a more important part in the national affairs, that we of the Class of 1939, as individuals or a group, may expand until ahle to make valuahle contrihutions to this world of ours. Horviea Levinson 5 . f. 2:5 5. .A e E ,,.,,,,.-.as