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

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Page 6 LA TORRE J anuary 16, 1935 Nature + For three years I have been col- lecting all sorts of things to do with nature. I have shells, pressed wild flowers, insects, butteriiies, rocks, and Indian curios. We had a little room that wasn't in use and my mother let me have it for a museum. She gave me some . cabinets and old bookcases to ar- range my things in so that they would be seen easily, The most interesting insect that I have in my collection is a big taran- tula. I was staying up on a desert when I caught him. I went out and hunted all morning until I found him. I put a jar over him and slid a tin under him. I took him home and put Flit in the jar to kill him. I have many :other Spiders but he is the scariest. ' fAnn Stearns 73-101 mea. Guitar + I got interested in playing the guitar for the reason that it can be played solo, duet, trio or in an or- chestra. I found that as I took more lesssons the songs in my music book were getting better and more pleasing to the listener., There is a friend of mine that is also taking guitar and already we have played together at home. We plan to work hard to en- able us to play together at parties for entertainment. eRobert Stert 7B-107 FREMONT PUBLIC , A MARKET Free Delivery 1325 Huntington Drive South Pasadena Pasadena Phone L. A. Phone HU. 1521 BL. 71377 Indian Summer Dream -F The day was quiet. The balmy air which floated through the study hall windows lulled us into a state of semi-oblivion. Outside a bee lazily buzzed his song. Suddenly we were startled by, Mr. Baker! Oh, where is Mr. Baker? Why, isnlt he in his office? we asked. No, he's gone and we think he's been kidnapped, said Shirley run- ning in at the moment with an excited look on her face. uThey would never have gotten very far with me, said Mr. Cooney boast- fully, I would have used that good old right swing of mine, and he demonstrated on Henry who was un- fortunately standing nearest him. The women teachers were already tele- phoning their sympathy to Mrs. Baker. HHe was a special friend of mine, said Mary Ransom with tears in her brown eyes. uI do hOpe they let him go soon. What if they ask f0r ransom? . suggested Milton. uWe shall probably all have to help pay. He uttered his last words with a. tone which did not round as though he would do it will- ingly. HProbably they had a. gun and he couldn't get away. I know I wouldn't try, said Mr. Dale in a frightened tone. I can't bearito think of all the horrible things they might do to him. Mrs. Rydall resembled Felix Cat as she paced up and down the fioor. How they ever got away without someone seeing them, I dontt know, sighed Miss Spellicy. uYou know crooks are .very sly, though, remarked Miss Fischer pro- foundly. Finally, Mr. Douthirt suggested that the men teachers get together to see if something could be done. The women decided on going out to talk it over with poor Mrs. Baker. We were all together forgotten and I can tell you that no studying was done the rest of the time. Brr--ring, Brr-ring, sang the telephone. HWho could it be ? we wondered. HIt might be the kidnappers, some- one said, Finally Mr. Douthirt took down the receiver, HWhatls that you say?!!!, I'Guess what? he asked when he had finished his conversation. That was rs. Baker calling to say that he ir; found. HVihere? everyone asked at the same time. Airplanes a: My hobby is making objects of Wood. I especially like to make solid balsa wood airplanes. So far I have made only six. They are a Fokker triplane, a Spad, a Ncuiport, a S.E.5 Biplane, a J enny, and an Akron fight- er. The Akron fighter is a plane which is carried by a dirigible. The rest ate war time planes of different countries. First, before I can make an air- plane I must have a plan of the plane. Then I take a square piece of balm wood, cut, and sand 'it to the right shape. After I have done that, I cut out the cockpit and put in a little joystick and a piece of paper with little circles on it for the dash board. I also put in a little seat. I make the top and bottom wing and the rudder, and the elevator. Sometimes I make a mistake and put some piece on wrong; and have tto take it off and put it on right. I put a coat of shellac on, and two coats of paint. The airplane is then finished. I got interested in making a'irplane'; at the Orange Grove playground. I like to make airplanes to pass the time away, and for their looks, arr. J think they are attractive. eJohn Dollen 7B 1m 6 Glacier National Park a.. Glacier Park is in Montana and lies between Shelby, Columbia Falls, and Belton. Going from Portland to Spo- kane we followed up the Columbia River. At Belton we took the bus to Lake MacDonald which is a glacier fed lake. The mountains rise from every side of the lake and are covered with timber. There is a great variety of animal life. Many deer, bea '. squirrels, beavers, porcupine, ax d other small animals. A little way up around the lake we found some beaver chips and a tree on its side. The beaver had felled the tree so it would fall across a small stream to help his home. They live right in the water and are very rarely seen. eBetty Arnold 8B-116 .waa He was discovered comfortably Itaking a snooze in his own back yard under the umbrella tree. On his lap lay open the book ilKidnapped . The words which followed this replv would not make a suitable ending to this story. The vma

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January 16, 1935 LA TORRE Page 5 LOBO ttSon of Battleai tContinued From Last Issuei ' He was puzzled. He had felt sure of the victory, but never in his exper- ience had he fought a rival. like this silver dog before him, Suddenly the big wolf got a hold of Lobo's leg and quickly snapped it, as he would a twig. But the bone didn't break as he had expected, and darted out. For an instant the WOlf had the advantage, and he pressed his gain to the utmost, but to no avail. Lobo had a death grip on his iieck, and slowly but surely was tear- ing out his jugular. As Lobo was do- ing so, the leader got hold of Lobols neck, and sank his fangs deep. The two swayed back and forth. but Lobols grip proved the stronger. Theibig wolf relaxed and lay dead r Lobots feet, A howl of triumph issued from Lobo's throat and he whirled to face the pack. Bleeding as he was, he was ready for another onslaught if it came. But the pack dashed past him and'soOn all that was left of their recent Chieftain was blood smeared bones. Lobo was ruler of thepack. ' Lobo's pack came to be the rulers of the wilds; no other pack dared dis- pute 'their rights to a kill, and none sought trouble with them. The pack became more and more venturesome vhder Lobols leadership. Whenever possible they would raid Indian vill- ages, with such fury and skill that the Indians attached superstition to them. Many were the tales of the terrible wolf pack with a supernat- urr-l leader who was clothed in silver with a white slash across his chest. There were tales of teh leader's knife like fangs that ripped and tore cen- stantly. Many evidences of Lobo's hatred for men were found in the north woods. Scattered ashes of campfires were found with the own- erts skull and bones lying about. Two years had passed since Lobo had been token from the kennels. He had attainerl his full growth, and his huWQ size inspired awe among the Indian tribes who wore unfortunate enough to view him, and his pack If any saw him from a distance it WW. an evil omen of death to the tribe, V THE MASTER OF LOBO Lobols pack had grown so bold that thev now hunted in the daytime. de- fvinrr man and breaking all wolf cus- toms. On one particular dav Lobo caught scent of man. His liDS drew bank in a snarl of hatred. Swiftlv he Pallrvl the pack together Vr-nd they loned awav for the kill. Just ahead of Lobo a black snot appeared on the white surface of the snow. Lobo knew it was man, and hurried the pack into a wild run. The man Lobo sighted was wear- ing the uniform of a Northwest mounted policeman. He looked worn out, but kept determindly onwaid. AS he caught sight of the pack he made a grab for his rifle, and 1muught it to his shoulder. As he did so he rec- ognized the pack as the one the In- dians feared. The pack drew closer, Lobo in the lead. The officer saw Lobo, the white slash across his chest, and with a look of amazement in his eyes, he dropped his gun. The wolves formed a circle around him, and waited for their leader to make the onslaught. Lobo started to charge when suddenly the cry, Itls Lobo! reached his ears and he stop- ped dead still. Some dim recollection crossed his memory. HItts Johnny. old boy! cried the officer. ilLoboI You know me. Had Johnny shown any fear of him, Lobo would have charged without thinking. But there was no fear in the officers eyes, and Lobo withheld his charge long enough to remember him. He thought of. the days in the kennels, of Johnny, his told pal; and this man was Johnny! Warily Lobo approached him. The pack at his back stood rigid, waiting for Lobo to draw first blood. Slowly Johnny stretched forth his hand. The dog advanced very slowly, half way expecting treachery. Finally Johnny touched him, and that was all the wolf pack at Lobo's back needed. With a howl they charged, Lobo whirled to face them; in and out he plunged, snapping at the bewildering pack. Johnny took his gun and used it as a club, fearing to use it other- wise for fear of hitting Lobo. Johnny marveled at the huge silver dog, for in very short order he had the Whele pack of wolves fleeing from them. When at last they were alone, Johnny told Lobo how glad he was to see him and that nothing could stOp them from catching his fatherls murderers now. And Lobo lay at his feet, looking into the eyes of the man who had won his love when he had been a puppy, and who still held his love when he was more than half wild wolf. VI THE CAPTURE For months Johnny and Lobo had been combing the Northland but to no avail, for they had not even picked up a thread of a clue as to the crim- inals whereabouts. Things were bad, but Johnny strove onward, and Lobo was always at his side. One day the two stOpped at a min- ing town to get some information and supplies. They asked everywhere if anyone had heard of the two criminals, Max and Pierre. He entered a small saloon and asked the question there. A short fat man was there, and he said, HSure we've seen iem but that doesnt mean nothinl to you mister! Jchnnyis jaw set hard. Here at last was a clue, and he meant to have it. He strode .over to the man's side, and Lono, growling softly, was at his heels. i Johnny grabbed the fat fellow by the collar. iiI know the law doesnlt mean much to you, fellow, he said angrily, but I can show you some- thing that will. Tell me where those men are, or I'll give Lobo a chance at your dirty throat! The fat manis eyes filled with terror when he recognized the dog, and he told Johnny all that he knew of the criminals. Johnny and Lobo took up the trail. The dOg picked up their scent, and his lips drew back in a symbol of hatred. Two days Lobo followed the trail, and then Johnny suddenly cautioned him back, and pointed out a small seclud- ed, hidden camp. They approached the camp stealthily. Johnny caught sight of two dirty, unshaven men sitting by a small campfire. When Lobo saw them he started to spring, but Johnny laid his hand on the bristling scruff of his neck; HSteady boy! he cautioned, liyou may get your chance yet! Then in a loud voice he called out to them. Up with yeur hands, in the name of the la'W! Max heard, and drew his gun and started to fire, but no sooner had he done so than Lobo sprang toward him, his fangs bared and gleaming, He was upon him before Max could fire .a sin,- gle shot. Max' screamed when he recognized Lobo. Pierre started to run, but John- ny stopped him with a well-aimed list. Then Johnny ran to Max and called Lobo off just in time to save Maxis life. . J . ; With Lobo off, Max felt braver. He said loudly, tiYou ain't got nothin' on us. No proof or nothinl! Johnny was havinq a hard time holding Lobo back, and he said calme 1v. but with a deadly menace in his eves, ttI guess this is enough moot. Either you confess or I'll turn Lobo loose! A look of great horror came into Maxis eves, and rather than have .T-e bo turned loose again he confessed to the murder of Mr. Lamont. Johnnv handcuffed his two prison- ers. Victorv was his. but he gave all of the credit to Lobo, and trinmnh- antlv side bv side, they started the long march home. Glenn Lathrop tTHE ENDi

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January 16, 1935 - dreyfriars Bobby' g.: HHe was only a little country dog. the very youngest and smallest and shaggiest of skye-terriers. In this fashion the story of Greyfriars Bobby begins. It is the true story of a wee skye-terrier whose life was a symbol fof devotion toward his master, HOld Jock . Many times Old Jock had said, HHe is no mal ain dog, but still Bobby followed him. Old Jock died in a miserable tenement but was al- ways remembered by Bobby. For eight and one half years he slept on his master's grave, through boiling heat and bitter cold. His real owner was found and many times Bobby was sent back to him, but always he es- caped, This and many other exciting adventures of Bobby are told in this book, Greyfriars Bobby , by Atkin- son. I like this book because it is true and proves the saying, A dog is a mans best friend. eJeanne Adams 7B-IOl ease THE MOON ho... Silvery moon that watches me, Watches over land and sea, 'Beautiful shadows you draw on the pine, A path across the sea you shine, As though a ship might travel by A path of light down from the sky. Beautiful moon, oh beautiful moon, Please shine in through my windowe soon e-Jeanne Adams 7B-101 PATRONIZIN G OUR ADVERTISERS HELPS YOU by introducing you to good values, and HELPS US ALL by paying in part for our newspaper LA TORRE Silver Chief M-.7 m. How would you like to be in the Arctic sixty miles from civilization with a broken leg, with a desperate criminal on' your. hands that you were returning to custody, with your dogs dying one by one, and you on the point of exhaustion yourscli? This is the predicament that you would find yourself in if you were Jim Thorne, master of Silver Chief. Silver Chief by OlBrien, is a story of an Alaskan huskie, who was born and rai ed is. the wilderness. O'Brien, the author, went with Byrd on his rrst expedition to the antarctic, and was in charge of the dogs. If you read Silver Chief I am sure you will enjoy it, because it gives a vivid picture not only of the work of a Canadian Northwest Mounted Policeman, but of the life of a brave dog. HDick Hucks 7B-109 wO SAILING eleQ-e Oh my Foleby it is sailing! 'Tis when the channel wind is wailing That I ride my little craft, With my main sail all a-dripp'ing And my little boat a-tipping As I head her for the wind! Boom! a breaker sprays the railing! Many such and weid be bailing, But I take her through the waves; While a joy my heart is gripping, As we ride the waves a-dipping While I tack her white prow to tho gale! -Bill Howard 7B 101 Red 8; White Store 511 Mission St. E, W: SMITH Groceries V egetabies GEORGE ASHBY for Finer Meats Phone HUdson 9245 Page 7 Horses Now And Long Ago m.- They're off! The family wagon goes limit to avoid the dust. Ephraim Crane sits on the front seat, and beside him sit his two small daughters, Brownie and Annie Ephraim's face wears an anxious smile as he looks around at his little caravan. Three covered wag- ons, eighteen cows, sixteen young beef, three men on saddle horses, el- even people in all, not counting the two children. The two girls beam. Why doesnit father start? He is look- ing at the dark caravan behind. It is to be their home for many months. Will they make it? From Illinois to California will be a long and danger- ous trip. They Will meet many un- frierzlly Indians, crosg many mouns taint and miles and miles of perilous desert. Will they ever get to Califor- nia? Will they beat the snows? Many have tried and failed; some have never been heard of again. Read ,lHorses Now and Long Ago and enjoy a good book. This is only one of the many exciting and inter- esting stories it contains. It starts in 1926 with a horse called Dan and tells the life of many famous horses back through caravan days, and so on back to prehistoric times. -Stanley Morse 7B-101 hHmI Silhouettes mgm My hobby is making Scissor cuts of interesting objects-birds, animals, and people. Instead of drawing them, I like to take my scissors and black paper and cut their silhouettes. I have seen some very interesting children's book illustrated that way. Sometimes when friends come I cut their sil- houettes. -eJune Desmarets 7B-111 ..mt.mwrm Tennis -V.m My whole family is quite interested in tennis. When I was seven years old I started to play. Ever since then I have played every time I have had an opportunity. When the national tennis tourna- ments are being given I listen to them over the radio. I also save newspapw clippings that tell about tennis. I think that tennis is a very health fui and exciting hobby. eMartha Mansfield 7B-11l Q-m m Margaret Bonton: til need glasses. Mary Hunt: think so '2 Margaret: I was twirling the knob of our safe last night and a dance orchestra began to play. HWhat makes you