Roosevelt High School - Lariat Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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MUSINGS OF THE MIGHTY As yrju read it — At last the end has come — the end of four happy and carefree years. Hence we shall go, leaving the familiar and loved faces of classmates and teachers — forth into the great work-a-daj- world to face the future as becomes graduates of our famed institution of learning. Our hand reaches out slowly for the much-coveted diploma; somewhat shame- facedly we feel a tightening in the throat and a mist passes before our eyes — then with that precious piece of sheepskin clutched in a velvet glove filled with iron, we look back on that all too short four years with the aid of golden memory. As it is — • At last! — phew! But that battle-axe of a prof sure gave me one scare. Tho ' t the old buck never would kick thru ' with a 3. Well, here is the pigskin. Cheap stuff it ' s made of, too ; looks like wrapping paper. My Godfrey — why don ' t they cut out all that hooey at the graduation — a whole hour sitting on a plank covered with blue paper is not so hot. And me with a date with that redhead from Milpitas. Gee! I feel just like a prisoner who has graduated from Folsom. By golly I think I ' ll go back to the old Alma and sing Och der lieber Jacobsen. Gotta be dragging now — trot down to the old school and visit awhile — ' s funny how they kick you when you ' re in, and pat you on the back when you ' re an alumni. Here goes for a treat to the Freshmen ! HYMN TO HER By George Dean We gravely fear Our loss is felt. It ' s our last year At Roosevelt. We ' re leaving here ; Our loss is felt. Come! Shed a tear For Roosevelt. We did oppose And, fighting, dealt With ancient foes Of Roosevelt. All ' s o ' er and done The heart has felt. Our work, our fun. At Roosevelt. We know you ' ll sigh. For partings melt ; But, please don ' t cry, ( ur Roosevelt! Ninety

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EULOGY OF A GRAB Upon a more or less satisfactory completion of hi, I find that I am as it were, a gentleman of parts. A long grind, you say, to which the reply is yes. But giving a glance at the results, there can be no doubt as to the merit of that golden store of knowledge that is now mine. Following we have an itemized list of my accomplishments and certain valuable things which I, with that fine sense of generosity which I am said to possess, pass on to posterity : Item: I have mastered the art of sleeping with delicacy, that is to say, noiselessly. This will doubtless be of use to me in college or, if I should get married. Item: Mine is now a lightening brain. When accosted, however unexpectedh by the attendance teacher, I am able, without the flicker of an eyelid, to produce an iron-clad alibi. Doubtless will be useful to me should I ever become harrassed by creditors. Item: A smiling face, I have found, is valuable in procuring a gratifying mark, even if the instructor ' s expression is such that one jars his finer sensibilities by doing so. (Some day I might have to get a job, so this may be of assistance). Item: I can play the Prisoner ' s Song on the saxophone. Invaluable in collect- ing such mementos as old shoes, brickbats and defunct cats hurled by irate sufferers. Item: A visit to the Dean ' s oflice may be appropriately prefixed with some tact- ful remark such as Nice weather we ' re having. Helpful, sometimes, in putting the gentleman in good humor. Item: During the lunch period now so bountifully afforded us, I have learned that one can eat a fairish-sized lunch by hurrying. Of use to the person who has five minutes in which to take a shower, dress, eat breakfast and catch a train. Item: Through sad experience one finds that many persons are, shall I say a trifle criminally inclined. Hence, dear reader, do not try to pilfer for print any of the above fertile ideas. They are copyrighted. THE BLUSHING GRADUATE or CREDIT SHY Of all sad words, I ' ll say it, men. The saddest are these, It might have been! We might have plugged on math or trig, Gee, now that would go over big! Tho ' grammar I did always hate I iL ' uh I ' d plugged on English VIII! And physics, too, and chemistry, I wish I knew some history ! I iv ' nh, I unsh — but what ' s the use? We can ' t go back, there ' s no excuse. If when we blush, they ask For why? We tell them we are credit-shy ! Ninety-ttuo