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

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page 2 the bells in the tower may 9, 1935 Animals Tlp -...- Tip is my dog, And you should see The fun we have, Just him and me. I take 01d Tip Where ever I go, And that is why He loves me so. W x , I know he does, And he'll not fail, For he licks my hand And wags his tail. Some dogs are mean, f But Tipis not that; He's such a pup, Even scared of a cat. When he gets big, I know that he Will still be just A pup to me. Veda Harmon4A W THE EAGLES NEST we... The eagle sails Like a miniature glider O'er the precipitous heights Of the mountain tops; And then like a living thunderbolt Swerves downward to his invisible To ward off the unseen foe. Malcolm Imbrie-SA W Joy' of The Morning -.-....- I hear the little bird, Shouting aswing above the broken wall. Shout louder, little bird, Iid tell it too, if I could. Betty J ane Welch-eBA HF...- THE LITTLE GRAY PONY s...- I had an exciting adventure today; My little gray pony ran frightened away. Far down the road he ran, clickety clack Faster and faster with me on his back. He ran and he ran till his strength gave out Then he decided to stOp and look calmly about. Although he frightened me nearly to tears, I hope I shall ride him for many more years. SANTA ANITA HANDICAP + Santa Anita on Handicap Day! Where the worlds richest race is to be on display. The mountains stand purple against a clear sky, And billowy clouds are blown swiftly bi. Here comes the bugler in hunteris array To call out the thoroughbreds on this great day. He gives a short blast and the people then wait For the horses to come to the starting gate. Out they come slowly, Equipoise lead- ing, Proudly arched necks mark their good breeding. Cavalcade, vetersn king of the land, Though out of the running, receives a. big hand. Theyire off! At the sound of the start- ing gun Tea Clark is leadingewatch him run, Workman, Woolf, and Coucci are up, Putting all effort toward winning the cup. From a wonderful start they meet the first turn Beneath their hoofs the turf they churn, Ted Clarkis still leading by a good four lengths, Heill win for sure if he holds up his strength. Azucar comes from fourth to first place; Ted Clark's tiring, can he keep up his pace? Laciysman, Time Supply, second and third, . Last comes Faireno who drives in the herd. It's ended as quickly as when it began, With Azucar winning, and then Ladysman. Lucky bettors are happyein the air hats are hurledw Jockey Woolf is the happiest boy in the world. The race is over, the horses have run, Many have lost, a few have won. This is like the race of lifk Some win, and many lose in the strife. Priscilla Rothe9B FOX pa..- I have a little dog Whose name is Fox He has a little stubby tail White with black spots. He is always into trouble With other people's cats, And with other dogs Heis always having Spats. We can always tell When he has lost a fight, Because he slinks into the house And hides out of sight. June Barker-DB a! A Big Day .- .. A wee little white dog, With a little white tail, Went hiking one day, Up the long Switzer's trail. He ran on the dry path, Was carried oier the wet, And he certainly did bark, At everyone he met. He fell over big rocks, Slipped 0n the shale, And only turned the corners, By guiding with his tail. He ran into poison oak, Bumped into a tree, Slipped on the icy ground, Then went to sleep on me. Slept all the way home, Riding in a car, For this was the biggest day, That he had seen by far. Nancy Prescott-BA --e-o Trained Seals + A champion balancer Is the seal; The things he does Do not seem real. He climbs the ladder With a ball on his nose; How he does it Only he knows. Paul WinterHTB + The Black Cat + Burning eyes that look like red hot coals, Twitching tail that turns like a black bull whip, Glisten'ing fur that shines like a velvet gowne A black cat. Bobby Finches A.

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volume 7 Flames w...- Bright orange dancers, Dancers robed 'in rich purple, Flitting up heavenward, Whirling' and swirling, Sending a. hickering light. iGary:dazihgrdaieersyhewyouarehappy, Gay daring dancers, now you are happy. But soon, oh too soon, you will tiree Crackling and tumbling you soon wiJ fall down i And be the bright glowing embers of my fire. Nancy Prescottu-BA - -...--....qfa ,.-..-..- REFLECTIONS IN THE WATER tUpon hearing Debussy's musicJ A stately tree, ' A placid pool, Wherein you see Reflections cool. ' ,3 A mossy bank Where flowers grow, And butterflies Flit to and fro. In this cool looking glass Silver clouds go sailing past, A back ground over which you see The still reflection of a. tree. Dorothy Walker--8A -eo The Crossroads +. The crossroads is an interesting place. The sons of all the universe Pass and greet me with rugged voices or harsh ones. But many a lad or lassie has a voice As pure and round as crystal, and they wave at me As they rumble down the road on crooked wheels That are worn and sad from toil on the roadis rough back. I sit there many an hour watching carriages, And watch them come down the nar- row winding way And jump off one bump onto another as they bounce away To far off places I do not know. Bob Jordane'm may 9, 1935 GYPSIES HOUSE wom. My house will be in the mountains Among the whispering pines The sky shall be my ceiling, PM have walls of trailing vines. Illl rise with the call of the jaybird, And dip in the crystal stream; 111 wander through quiet forest. And follow the thread of my dream. Illl chat with my friends of the forest, We'll scamper and romp and play; F11 rest on a. bed of pines boughs At the end of each joyous day. Max GrizzelleDA w-aw The Old Clock wom. Tick-Tick-Tick, Once I was gay and bold, Tick-Tick-Tick, Now I am getting old. i I used to live in a little shop, And had the best of care; My closest friends were a Spinning top, And a fuzzy teddy bear. And then I sat in the living room. With a bright and smiling face; But now I stay in the attic's gloom, In a. cold and hidden place. I have lived a. long and happy life, Busy night and day. Now Iim through with all work and strife, And have nothing else to say. Caroline Boggess-eTA wom The See. mom. I hear the gulls a crying, They are calling me back home. I wish I were at sea again Upon the salty foam. Away from earth's wide dusty roads, Away from rumbling wheels, Upon the cool green shifting sea The home of many seals. Oh, Ill be getting there someday, Back to my friendly home, Then Illl begin to live again i Upon the salty foam. ' Paul Wintere7A B. Gar-Lgou number 10 Parad Listen to the big bass drum As it briskly comes along. Now it comes along our street; 0h! It is a sight to meet! ' Children on the corners crowd As their voices shout aloud, Stiff and straight the soldiers stand, Tapping rhythm to the band. Now they leave us on their way, Oh! I wish they were to stay! Frances blordH7B 9.....I AILING aQ Oh my hobby 'it is sailing! I'is when the channel wind is wailing That I ride my little craft, With my main sail all a-dripping 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 the gale! Bill Howarde'iE A Forest Scene -...,... A woodland forest, Quiet, quiet, A twittering bird, calls iiTry it, try it. I under the trees, Am lazily thinking, Watching the bees As in sleep I am sinking. A rustle of branches, A chattering call, A chipmunk is climbing The tree that's so tall. Violetls heads Peep out of the grass, Yellow and blue, . A colorful mass, A ' ' A rippling stream Lulls me to sleep, Lulls-meeto-sleep Lulls--me--to--sleep Louise Walterm'IB

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21121.37 9. 1935 the bell in the tower Fancies page 3 Toyland Parade Boom! Boom! Boom! The soldiers lined up come, With a golden bugle And a big round drum. Soldiers rhythms from them come With a toot from the bugle gold And a heat from the big round drum. They right about face And march straight back With teddy bears, dollies, and 3.11, Till over the hill and far away You will hear the last bugle call. Herberta. Blight-JZB At Sun Balloon .-..-. The sun came sailing up into the sky. Higher and higher it flew, As if the ties which had held it Had been sharply cut in two. Dorothy VJalter4.A + FOREVER . . Many centuries from now People still Will live somehow Up and down the streets they'll trod While I lie beneath the sod. Betty Arnolde8A Early Eighteen Forty N ine + In early eighteen forty-nine, Came men both brave and bold, In bands of covered wagons ,cross The desert to mine gold. They traveled westward toward the sun, Hot, thirsty, worn, and tired, They fought the Indians on the way, And many guns were fired. To California they came, And found gold in all its streams. And of its shining dust they built The castle of their dreams. Maribeth MowryeQA qu Halloween Warning H.- Halloweien is here at last, Don your costume and your mask, Sally forth in jubilant glee, For a long-to-be-remembered Spree. But when the witches howl around. And goblins groan with fearful sound, And try to fill your heart with dread. Youill be safest, home in bed! Beatrice Pearson QB MEMORIES meh How well I do remember: The rustle of leaves, the fresh cool breeze, The wonderful fragrance of the trees With the ray of the moon beating brightly above As the lake hummed its rippling song of love. We used to climb the green, green hills, And gather up loads of daffodils; But now no one is ever seen, The hills are brown, instead of green. The trees are all dying for lack of good care, And although the shimmering hike is still there, The green is gone: leaves, grass, they are dead, And the poor barren vaies rm: the color of lead; How well I do remember! Put there's nothing new to see; That color, that song, their beauty all gone, Is now but a memory. Ruth Haskell wzlA Adventure Ballad 4A.. A cowboy bold was he, was he, With a mustache long and black; A damsel fair was she, was she, With curly locks down her back. With a. musket long went he, went he To his countryts aid atiyilf, And he thought of her on the battle- field As he lay there a dyinh They fell in love on a. summerh night But ere the winter fled She was a maiden all forlorn. And her true love was dead. Louise WaltereTB WE SEAWARD HO! + H0! for a gallant ship! H0! for a stout-hearted crew, With sails unfurled, 1,11 sail the world, My spirit, 'twill soar to the blue. Past coral isles, Where the warm sun smiles, And the breakers beat so high, 'Tis there Pd stay Where the sea. nymphs play, iTis there Iid grow old and die. Warren Morgo.n--9A Toyland Parade A wo- The soldier raises his bugle And blows a long clear blast, The drums shout-pap-a-tat-tat- The soldiers are marching past. The brass band plays a tune, The musical bears Sing a song, The little blue tin soldiers March stiff and straight along. Up over the hill they file, The soldiers have all gone past. A distant rat-tat of the drums-e A far-off bugleis blast. Margaret Mooree7B + COMPLIMEN T + Your face would stop a clock! It is so passing fair That even Time Would linger there. Dick SunivaneeA V MwQW Stadium + The field is a. mass of players, There is a fight for the ball; A man is in the opene Hes away for a touchdown. The people in the grandstand are on their feet. A man runs down to tackle him. He is catching up with the man with the ball-- He tackles. The ball carrier goes down with a thud. The people in the stands sit downa They give an Oh! of dismay. Albert BoehenoogeneSA we-o My Boat + I sail my boat upon the sea, And I wish that boat could carry me. For then I could always find other lands, As they ought to be. I sail my boat upon the sea. I sail to lands that are to be. I sail away until I find, Fairy kings with which to dine. John MorseesA