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

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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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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

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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