South Pasadena High School - Copa de Oro Yearbook (South Pasadena, CA)

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GRACE MATHIS, 13 A LAMENT Friends, Seniors and Freshmen! Hear us for our cause, and become quiet that you may hear: have respect to our honor, and look at us that you may believe: censure us in your wisdom, and come to your senses that you may each be a good judge. If there be in the assembly those who give pity to the Sophomores, to them we say that the Juniors’ pity is no less than theirs. - If then they demand why we seem to laugh at the Sopho- mores, this is our answer: not that we love them less, but that we can con- tain the humor of their egotism no more. Ag the Sophs. do not love us, we will not weep; as they are fortunate at not being Freshmen, we will rejoice; as at some time they may become Seniors, we will honor them; as they are not any too studious, we will not gainsay them. There is sym- pathy for their teachers, joy for their following year, but no envy for their present position. Who is here so foolish as would wish to be 4 Sophomore? If any, speak; for him have we offended. Who is here so unwise as not to love the faculty? If any, speak, for, if found out, he will be offended. Who is here so disloyal as not to stand by the Juniors? If any, speak, for him have we offended. We pause for a reply. O—0O. They’re noted for their arguments In Student Body meetings; And they’re the ones that bring the flowers To teachers with sweet greetings. O—O Contemporary Press Comments Upon the Phenomena, Sophomores Last September the Sophomore Class came into existence. It is com- posed mostly of girls with a scant sprinkling of boys here and there.— Can’t-Cheat-Us Voice (C. Cope, Editor). The species Sophomore, genus High School, might be described as a differentiated type of the species Freshman. As a rule, it is an annual, but cases have been known and are, in fact, quite common where the plant has lived to be a biennial—Scientific Review (Monstrosity Dep’t).

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HELEN PIERCE, ’12 Where Did You Come From, Freshmen Dear? (Apologies to George MacDonald) Where did you come from, Freshmen dear? Out of grammar school into here. Where did you get those frightened looks? By looking at Seniors’ stacks of books. What makes you stare and tremble so? Because we're so little, don’t you know. Where did you get that little tear? We found it waiting when we got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand stroked it as we passed by. What makes your hair stand up so straight? Why, we’re always afraid of being late. Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three teachers gave us at once a kiss. Where did you get those lengthened clothes? That is something that nobody knows. Where is your nurse, you darling things? She has us tied to her apron strings. But how did you come to High, you dears? Our mothers decided to send us here.