South Pasadena Middle School - Tiger Cub Yearbook (South Pasadena, CA)

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page 8 the bells in the tower Laughter may 9, 1935 Spring Fever 4... Johnny, Johnny, please come to! If any one fails, it's going to be you. If every teacher makes you blue, Spring fever has you through and through. To do your homework you try and fail, The walls of school seem like a jail, You concentrate, but no avail- Spring fever has you by the tail! The world goes round, but oh, how slow, Your muddled brain is full of woe; Long division just wontt gee Spring fever's got you, head to toe. David HeroneQA nw. N OBOD YS FOOL + Timothy Brown was an ordinary chap, He didn't like this and he didn't like that, There were only threethings that He really did like, Swimming and Iishing and Sometimes a hike. Tommy woke up On a bright Monday morn Feeling quite sad and very forlorn, There wasn't one thing that poor Tom could do Unless it was hiking, and that wasn't new. So he lay in his bed just figuring it out, Till his mother came up and tumbled him out, She said, Tommy. you wake up, you poor little fool. Don ; you realize that you have to go to school? But Tommy was nat such a little fool, He wasntt going to go to school, So he reached for his shotgun and raced out the door. And into the forest he ran with a roar. But just as the hunting began to get good, A man with a star stopped Tom in the wood, He grabbed little Tommy, nobodyts fool, And that is why Tommy is now back in school. Bill PauleSA THE WHALE Ah The whale it dwells in the sea, it does, Tie a mammal of very gleat size. It can stay under water for more than an hour, And when it wants air it can rise. It is then that a. sailor, most likely a Whaler, Catches sight of the black shaped thing, Gets into a boat and sets it afloat, And sends the harpoon on Wing. The harpoon goes splash, hits the whale in a clash, The whale collapses and dies, He is towed to the Ship, and cut strip by strip, And his bones do the ground fertilize. Elizabeth Herone7 A + ' THOUGHT ...H I pulled my hair, I tweaked my nose, It did not help me to compose, The lines of words a verse to be. I tore my hair once again, I gave my nose a tweak and theme I gave 3 shout and up I leaped. For from my head a thought had seeped. An Adventuure in 3 acts. I Creeping, stealing, softly, feeling, I snuck into the goblins den. II Shrieking, squeaking noises, creaking. I got soared in the goblins, den. III Quak'ing, aching, lingers shaking, I snack out of the goblins' den. Barbara Scoggin-SA ME My Poem + I can not think of any poem. My mind is all a fuddle; I think and think and think and think And still Inn 'in a muddle. I try to think of Shakespeare, I try to think of Rome, I try to think of Longfellow, And I still cant write a poem. Frank Highlene-QA hwh-h. My Surprise +-.-- As I threw my coat around me, To make a hasty leave My hand went down the lining Instead of down its sleeve. Ruth Donald- 8 A. Spring Fever + I wish that spring would hurry up, live heaps of things to do. The fields will bloom with buttercups, Then study days are few. I'll dig a can of angleworms; And make pin hooks galore; Ill take a dusty hickory pole And fish by the old lake shore. Iive read this page a dozen timese Please tell me what it said ? My mind is full of other climes; I guess Itll go to bed. Glen LathrOprA m5 HEPZIBAH + My sweetheart was the sweetest prettiest gal That ever on earth was seen Her nose 3. red cherry, hei cheek like a plum And her eyes an alluring green. She's the prettiest gal that ever was born, Said my blind uncle one day And her hair was the color of seaweed With streaks of white and gray. Her figure was like that of a sack of meal That had been punched and thrown this way and that She weighed a slight four hundred pounds So you couldn't call her fat. She had a noble character And her soul was so pure and white That on Sunday nights from eleven to twelve She would rarely get into a light. A sweet and Winsome maiden Was that darling of mine And though you would never guess it She was four score years and nine. Julita Schoensiegel hphw WOMEN'S FAULTS Ladies are the queerest things, They always worry about spring: It's either this hat doesn't dip quite right Or I think this dress fits too tight; For new things they always tease But nothing ever seems to please. Kathryn Larkinewx

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Iliay 9, 1935 the bells in the tower page 7 N ature Forest Sounds + Hark, to the sounds of the forest, 'lhe sounds of the dark deep forest: r.l'he song of the brook as it loiters by, The whisper of the wind in branches high, The patter of foxes' feet running by, The howl of the gray wolf lifted high, Hark, to the sounds of the forest, The sounds of the dark deep forest. Max Grizzell-9A + SUNSET hH The sun sank slowly into the sea; It colored the sky so very brightly. The sky wasibrilliantly aglow With orange, red, and levuly yellow. As it slowly sank out of sight I shut my eyes and with all my might I tried to remember just how it did look So I could write it down in my poetry book. Corinne Nibecker-8A wawa VINES + Green vines crawling up trees. . . Green vines spreading over houses, Creeping over walls of eveiy sort. Trailing 0n the damp earth. Some have leavers like frogs' feet. Some are pointed like stars. Some are like small umbrellas. I like the star leaves best. Geraldine WhitneyeBB +.a The Blood Red Demon .-.a. A forest fire. A blood red demon Who will crawl and creep, And jump and leap, A demon that nothing whatever can keep, Whose blasts drive wild animals on the run The forest Iire, A blood red demon. Jean StreetoneBB + THE STREAM H- The babbling stream So clear and cool Is like a dream Of a lovely jewel. Crystal clear And sparkling, too, Like a happy tear, Or a drop of dew. Corinne NiheckereSA THE SEASON S + In Autumn when red leaves are falling, And the blossoms fade, Through the trees the wind is calling, Calling for the rain. Then in Winter when it snows, And the trees are bare, The birds do wonder, when again The sun will be aglare. And like magic, in the Spring, When every thing's in bloom, All the birds begin to sing, And drive away all gloom. Mary HunteBA HO Dawn Tom- I lay beneath the starry sky With a moon, so full and bright, There was a stillness over alle The stillness of the night. The moon had sent a friendly smile Through the boughs 0f the trees to me, To guard me from every harm tTil sunshine I might see. Then from the birds, came songs of cheer Up in their nests so high, They brought the news that dawn had come, Dawn in the eastern skv. Virginia BlackstoneeQA MI Morning Am Great gray curtains hung over the sun The morning looked very unhappy, Then the sun ate a hole through them And the morning burst into joy. 9 MIDDAY I..- The sun beat down on the burning sand, The sky was cloudless blue, And joshua trees like giants bold Spread their arms to seize you. + EVENING +- The evening was very clear And the stars were like diamonds on a blue gown, The trees were like shadows iWhile the silver faced moon cast a sheen over all. Clarissa Davis -8A Spring i + We now have wearied of Winter And Spring has come at last; Jonquils have donned their yellow dresses; Pansies their colorful hues have cast. Orioles high in the tree-tops Their notes of happiness sing; Robin by gay note announces The glorious advent of Spring. Margaret Aszman-eBA HAT RAIN .+- Across the sky 21 darkness steals, While lightning flashes, thunder peels, The lightning pierces the low, dark clouds Hanging above like vast, black shrouds. , Now the drops hit the hard, parched ground, With a pittery, pattery sort of sound. At last the clouds are blown away, Leaving behind a sunny day. Carol Phillipsee-QA ,g...$ THE TWILIGHT I watched the sun, a fiery ball, Sink into the foamy sea. The shadows fall and the stars come out And the world rests quietly. The seagulls wing their way to rest And the waves pound restlessly. The lighthouse sends its rays afar To guide the ships at sea. Dorothy Walterw8A ... I.--I Spring A.- I love the balmy days of spring, The gay birds, as they sweetly sing, The gentle breeze that fiows From the mountains white with snow, The fresh young grass upon the hill, The bubbling brook thatls never still. I love them all, but still I wonder If I don't better love the summer. i Mary GamblinaeA F-H THE MOON wow The moon was red; The stars were gray; Along the headland Af the bay A lonely gull Was winging his way. The moon was red; The stars were gray. Barbara Huguenin-QB

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may 9, 1935 the bell in the tower The Sea Ships + Ships have always a. spell for me, The smell of the strong and myster- ious sea, or pirates that looted and ravished the main, And sailed back to their stronghold again. Of octopi that swim in the deep, Faster than a tigeris leap. W herever I go and whatever I see, Ships Will have always a spell for me. John S. Reed ---7A $.w The Sea There are tiny waves that Splash and play Upon the sandy shore. There are huge gigantic breakers That forever dash and roar. But each in its own and Winning way, Lures you to the ocean's door. The tiny ocean gardens That nestle in the rocks and sand, With their plants and shells and fishes Of colors strange and grand, Are hints of hidden beauties Unknown to those on land. Mary Kochinstedte-7A .e..+ THE BAY -F A soundleSS space A quiet and peaceful place Leisurely ripples flow. The wind begins to blow. A cold Space i A dark and dreary place Fast the ripples flow. The wind has ceased to blow. A jeyful Space, A. cheerful and pleasing place, Cnimly the ripples flow, The wind doth soundless blow. Harriet McCall-eQB -Mh6q- The Set; +.- I like the roaring 0f the waves, The sea, gulls fiy'ing high and Wide; I like the whiE of salty breeze That comes at turning of the tide. I like the feel of warm wet sand, With the glow of the hot sun's rays, I like to watch the ships at sea. Sail the depths of blue away. Betsy Longe-7A The Ships First J ourney The ship was trim and tidy, When they launched her in the bay, When she started on her journey Over the Cathay. The sea began to roughen, The wind began to blow, The captain gave the order For all to stay below. For weeks the gale was raging. The waves rolled over the ship, The saliors feared the vessel Would never make the trip. But at last the Wind abated, And the sea was calm once more, And glad indeed were the sailors When they sighted the welcome shore. Pick Hucks--7A --.E THE OCEAN hF I can see the little waves playing upon the beach And seagulls circling above the sea, And hear the roaring of breakers, sea And her the roaring of breaker. pounding upon the surf, The ocean is forever alluring to me. At night it is dark and cold and lonely, And overwhelming, those fathoms oi black foaming sea. The moaning of the wind is added to the constant roar of the waves Yet. that is the place for me. The sunset and sunrise are so wonder- ful And the invigorating tang of the alt That it is worth, oh many and many, Of the lonely nights spent there. Day after day, the waves wash back and forth, And the stony cliffs look down impas- sively. Ships sail by, the world passes on, Yet incessantly continues the roar of the sea. Julita Schoensiegel . . Sunset On The Sea + The sun is sinking in the West And the blue of the sea turns gold A ship with its sails shot with fire Glides slowly past and sinks to sleep. My soul fills with rapture To' see the sun build a gold highway Across the sea into my heart. STORM AT SEA b... Th bellowing sails 0n the ship stand out With the force of a coming storm, The sailors are all in fear and doubt For the ship is old and worn. The horizon is dark, the waves pound high, The ships timbers creek and groan; With a. rear and a. blast, the storm goes past, And the ship sails safely home. Kathleen CobbeQA hhhkg The Sea H... The sea is full of wonder! Oh! The mystery of its fascinating depths! There, in murky gloom where 110 Light dares penetrate, Lay phantom ships, Decomposing to become part Of the vast unknown region! But think not this is all musty silence! Fishes, their fins like spectral sails, Play in the echoing stillness; Fishes unknown to the upper earth Swim lazily in the blackest blackness, Undisturhed by the worldis environ- ment. Bob Sandse7 A m --..- DREAMIN G + Water lapping at old hulls, The wailing cry of white sea gulls, That sucking, clucking sound I hear, Tell me that the sea is near. The water, emerald green it seems. Crowned by white and phospherous foam, The old salts patching up the seams, Dreaming all the while of home. Sometimes I think Iid like to dwell, Beside the sea, and storied tell Of what the old salts told to me, About their trips across the sea. Anne H. Heckler-7A hath... Fingalis Caves + Huge destructive waves Crashing into Fingalis caves, Making a deep droning sound Like a ship aground. On the rocky shore Hear their roar! Amos Schwacte'f A