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

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page 4 the bells in the tower Homes 8i People may 9, 1985 My Little Cottage ........- I want my little cottage Near a dark blue sea, Where all my friends can come and chat, And maybe dine with me. Two or three arm chairs therein be, And maybe a. lamp or two, A shelf of books about the sea, And a table painted blue. I'll have nice soft cushions On my window seat; 111 sit and watch the still blue see. And boats that never meet. This cottage will be all my own, The door will open wide, And there 111 meet all of my friends, And welcome them inside. Dorothy CoughlaneQA +a- SISTER + I have an older sister. When she was sweet sixteen Whenever Mother missed her By the mirror she wOuld preen. To be grown up was her one thought- With dabs of powder and paint That made the freckles on her nose Look just as if they aint. Her fingernails they blossomed out In loud and gory red, Her lashes dripped With Maybeline, Her brows plucked till they bled, She chose the loudest color And latest cuts and fads, Her room was filled with photographs Of all the high school lads. While Mother groaned in anguish In her old-fashioned way Arabella smirked and languished In the latest modern waye But gradually the whole changed, 7 And now I'm glad to say That sis has cast aside those stunts, Seen the error of her way. Today she's just the loveliest And sweetest girl I know. And now my aim is only this- Like her I want to grow! Mary Goodloe--8A ---o Pirates .......M thing A pirate bold With silver and gold, Is a wonderful spectacle . To behold. He is gaily dressed In black and red, With an old patched kerch'ief On his head. Sarah Ginsberg-7A i Dream House 0: My house of dreams, you must all know, Is in the land of the Rising Sun. Cherry trees, peach trees, oh, they shallall grow Outside of the house, when it is done. It shall have exquisite screen doors, To greet anyone 1?: om far and near, Soft straw mats, laid on the floors, Anyone may enter without fear. Now in the garden will be, of course, Beautifully bridged, pebbled streams, Flowing gently along without any force, And all will be gorgeous, this place of my dreams. My house of dreams, now you all know, Is in the land of the Rising Sun. Crysanthemums and lotus flowers, they shall all grow Outside of my house, when it is done. Yemiko FujiharaaBA - A wow Bill Johnson Bill Johnson was born in Idaho In a town by the name of Old Ox Bow. His mother died when he was born And his father was run through by a steer's horn. Bill, left to roam the land, Atthe age of ten was a pretty good hand. He could take the spills like any young cuss, And when he lit hard he'd never make a fuss. If he got thrown he wouldnlt get sore, Held pick himself up and come back for more. Years passed and Bill reached the top, But a little while later he hit the drap. It was a blue roan that meant to killa- It rolled on his back and crushed poor Bill. But now he's riding side by side- With that dad of his lcross the great divide. Lorne Reynoldsa8A .- .MMHQ ....0 THE HILLS 0F SPRING hp It is a dreamy sunny day And I walk to the hills of spring. What do the wafting breezes say High on the hills of spring? The drowsy humming of a bee, A carefree butterily I see; On a warm rock a lizard sunse A slight movement-away he runs. I hear the singing of the birds . When I to the hills of spring am lured. Mary Louise Geiss-QB My House W... I want my house in the country wide, Restful and long and low, So I may there in peace abide, And never roaming go. A long wide living room therein be. An open fireplace crackling bright, And on the deep soft rug youll see My little dog with his fur so white. A small grand piano is my dream, And books in black and gold, Many tall candles of pale soft gleam, And pictures cf pirates bold. I want to live in my house so low, Out in the country wide, Where the horses call, and the cattli low, And I can in peace abide. Dorothy Reith I . -+-..- THE HERMIT ON THE HILL Hes an old hermit, An old old man, His only possession Is a frying pan. 9A His heard is white, And his heard is large, It hangs lround his feet The size of a barge. His head is bald Like a chicken's egg, And he gets his spirits . From a wooden keg. His teeth are false And his teeth are old They've been in so long They're starting to mold. He hates women And he hates lem bad, The sight of one Will make him mad. Now listen, folks, Visit Cornerville, i But always stay clear of the Hermit on the hill. MR...- r Wish + I want to be a pirate, And sail the rolling waves; I want to be a buccaneer, And hide my loot in caves. But here I am a little girl, Adventure I have none, I sit at home and dream all day Of what the bold have done. Helen Pool- -7A

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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

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may 9, 1935 the bells in the tower page E: r W' W' 1 BOYS Special Sunday Dinners 75c ONEONTA Regular Dinner 50c--65c--75c Come in 2111:? see ?ur Merchants, Lunch 50c compiee mes 11 '7'72. . SHOE SHQP Model Airplane Supplies C u , Bie'mftsts ONEONITA CAFE QUALITY omciaIBOY Smut BOOTHS9C0UNTER Tradlng P081: 1 AT 1 MODERATE PRICES Open until 1 A.M. every day Phone HUdson 9277 Pltzer and Warwmk 1907 Fremont Avenue 1400 Huntington Drive ' 321 E. Colorado St. Corner of Frexnnt Soutn Pasadena South Pasadena Pasadena k 91 x 1 g J ' r N r W EXPERT WATCH AND DO YOU NEED 7 A GOOD CLOCK REPAIRING BATH TOWEL after your a tYDeWriter? shower! . graduation gift? C. 0 ATHOld a suit cleaner? ? The J eweler . some Jewelry? Our gym . . . is supplied by the alrplane supplles? Wheat everybody ugh? good clothing? i Reliable TOWQI an eating place? 1 SBI'ViCC 00- some groceries? 345 East Colorado St. mezu' Euclim a shoe repair man? 1841 E, 103rd Place L05 Angeies Pasadena Read La Torre Ad; L J K 9- J K J GUR JUN 10R HIGH SCHQ-OL CAFETERIA SERVES BETTER F00 D7 LOWER PRICES THAN YOU WELL BE ABLE TO BELIEVE POSSIBLE UNLESS YUlf TRY IT9WHY NCT TRY TODAY EATIN G COOKIN G LIKE THE BEST HOMES HAVE, AT PRICES THAT ARE NONPROFIT? COME. FIND GOOD F339, CQURTESY AND GOOD CHE: ..