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

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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: ..

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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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page 6 the bells in the tower La Torre is issued semi-monthly during October, February, April and May. and monthly in November, December, January and JuneMPrice 50h per year. Published by the pupils of South Pasadena Junior High School. Entered as second class matter, December 18, 1929, at the Post thce at South Pasadena, under the act of March 3, 1879. hiy home is in the mountains, Among the wh'isp'ring pines, It is a neat log cabin Overgrown with climbing vines. From the door I call a greeting, There is Welcome on the mat, On the porch overlooking the silvery lake, My friends and I peacefully chat, And as I rest at sunset, I hear in the twilight's hush The clear, limped notes of a songbird The voice of a hermit thrush. Lois Lee GoodwineeaA .f... MY KITTY I'm going to get a kitty, tI haven't got it yeti I hope it will be pretty, I think I'll name it Pet. And when I get my pussy; . Illl teach it to be clean, T0 wash it's face most fussy, And never to be mean. I liOpe itis fur is fluffy, I hope it will be black; But if my kittyts cuffy I'll send it promptly back. Joan Falconeri'IE F... Here Comes The Sun I watched the sun come over the hill-u Slowly upward and upward it came, Giving a tint to the world below In turning the Sky from a gold to 3. iiame. Dorothy Waltere-S e I W K W BELIEVE IT I FAMILY Beauty Shop OR NOT . . 1613 M1ss10n OUR SCHOOL PAPER Ladiesi Individual Contour iS printed on finer Haircut, Shampoo, Rinse, paper StOCk, and yet Scalp Massage and 75 COSTS STUDENTS LESS Deep Ridge Wave C than the average in PARCO OIL PERMANENTS the United States! $195 WHY? Complete Guaranteed BECAUSE WE PATRONIZE Don,t1et this low price deceive OUR ADVERTISERS-and you, for this is a beautiful, tlaeyhl? P1331111? $$yfii0; bona fide oil permanent done a s e p . the expenses of our paper. Lby expel ts to your order. K I 1 HOME Romany Dreams ..... -9- When I was a very tiny child My grandfather told to me Of the gypsiesl life, so free and wild, In a land across the sea. I used to dream of those happy days, And the dance by the campfire light Of leisurely traveling through earth's by-ways In a wagon so gaudy and bright So my house of dreams on wheel . must be, And whenever I wish to roam I can start up the motor and trave1 afar, Though Itll still be right at horm- Beverly Hughes 79 R ma.I-g THE. PIRATES WARNING --.: The night was dark stormy When the pirates anchored there, And the lookout hashed his message From on top the hidden lair: ttThe coast-guard is coming, Beware, Beware, Beware! Then out they sailed again. They saw soon through the gloom The trim white little cutter- They knew it was their doom! They put on every stitch of sail, But tlwas not enough to gloat, For the trim white little cutter Could beat any ship afloat. And When at last at morning, The coast-guard boarded her, The pirates all surrendered, For they couldnlt capture her. And when they got to port again The pirates all were hung. may 9, 1935 Peach Blossoms + Peach Blossoms, Peach Blossoms, where are you now? If you would come back, before you I'd bowe - For you are the queen of all natureis bloom, And if placed in darkness you light up the room If I could but have a garden s0 fair. Yould be the flowers I'd have bloom ing there. Youi- delicate, dainty, quite beautiful hueM Makes all the world pay hommage to hue Gayle Gibbs--8A + The Earth H... I have often thought of the earth as a huge ball, A ball that has been in use f0r many. many years, The deep valleys and gorges I have thought of as ruts and holes, And the mountains that rise above us all as small Ridges and bumps that have collected on this ball. I have thought of the fast flowing rivers as small Trickling drops of water than run among the ridges and gorges, And the earthquakes which so many of us are afraid of As a bouncing ball which has struck a bump. I also think of the people. not as they are, but as Small insects trying to struggle to get ahead of One another, some failing, SOWIC succeeding. I have often thought of. the earth as a huge ball. Marjorie Reis--8At $0 HOUSE AT THE END OF THE WAY + The house at the end of the way Is haunted, so they say, The windows were so nice and bright; But now they are as black as niNht. It used to have some children, They played hide and seek then: But now they are afraid to rm Even within a short stone's throw. I loved the house at the end of t'vs way Before the children went awav: But now it is so dead and bleak Pd not go near it in a week. Billie Washmuth n N