University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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FREMONT GAME Matching her ability and fight against Fremont's ability, fight, and weight, University found the East Oakland beef a trifle too much to overcome and went down gamely to a 21-14 defeat in her first league game of the season. Despite the heroic efforts of the Cubs on the defense, the Green and Gold squad plunged and ran their way to a second-half victory. It was a case of the team that was behind plugging away till they got in front, and Fremont had last plug. The Tigers scored first, but failed to convert. Desperate play on the part of Uni soon gave the latter a 7-6 lead. Once again Fremont came from behind, and failing to convert, led 12-7 . The Cubs in turn overtook this lead and at the end of the first half were holding the fort with a 14-12 score in their favor. The last half, however, found Fremont using weight to good advantage, and had it not been for the particularly fine work of Dana Long at backing up the line, the resulting score might have been even larger. Johnny Donohue at end featured the playing of the line. AVVAKE AT LAST QContinued from Page 105 ing the hopes of our officers for a great crowd. At the first fall of rain, it was predicted that not more than eight hundred people would attend the production, a thing that has always happened in the past Whenever a performance had been given on a rainy night. Ilowever, the event had been so thoroughly advertised by Robert Perry, com- CUB TRACKS SPORTS After an abscence of two years, O.A.L. swimming came back into the pubic eye on September 7 and resulted in the flashy Roosevelt paddlers taking the first league title in the annuals of the Teddy school. The six teams finished with the following scores: Roosevelt, 23, Technical, 19, Oakland, 15, Mc- Clymonds, 13, Fremont, 7, and University, 5. University's five counters came when Bill Olney placed third in the plunge and fourth in the century, and Art Crist finished thi1'd in the 220 freestyle event. Other members of tl1e Blue and Gold acquatic squad WC1'C Pete Druhe, Bob Mott, Cameron Wolfe, Everett Consindine, Johnny Sned- igar, Roger Coffee, ltlarshall Hib- bard, Bill Barry, and Bob Deane. The individual star of the close meet was Don lVIcPherson, speedy Roughrider captain, who swam two smashing laps in the decisive relay, placed first in the fifty yard dash, and finished third in the high div- ing- Bob Westphal was another of the crack Crimson paddlers who had a great deal to do with the vic- tory of his team. Leslie hlorgan, husky ltlechanic, was the high point man, scoring 10 of MicCJlymonds' 13 points. Russ Davis, veteran A- corn exponent of the H2O art, broke the only record, negotiating 100 yards of breast-stroke in '1:19. missioner of publicity, with the as- sistance of the finance commission, that a capacity house greeted the raising of the curtain on the first act. The total receipts of the even- ing amounted to mo1'e than six hundred and fifty dollars. 48

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Johnny tried hard to shake his shoulders indifferently, but the sound of The Rats' cold voice, even though not directed at them this time, changed the shake to a shudder. Officer of the deckf' command- ed the executive, Mfurl light sails. Take in your flying jib and set your storm-sails. Theres ai storm brewing west'ard, and I want you to be ready to meet it when it hits us. c'Aye, aye sir! isognrs mate, all hands on deck! '6Aye, aye sir!U Down the line in response to the bos,n's mate's whistle the word was passed, All hands on deck!', The executive's foresight and quick-thinking served them well for the command Aloft', was scarcely given when a terrific blow hit the ship. The sea was turned almost instantly into a churning mill through which the vessel la- bored painfully. Through the tu- mult, the excitement of a desperate attempt to outwit the lashing fury of the wind, at the worst possible time, came the por- tentous cr y, BI a n over- boardf, All hands were gazing in 1 o p e n- lnouthed won- der at Patty. mounted on the hammock- netting ready for the leap into the rag- ing sea, when the executives curt voice was heard from the bridge, Back Shanahan! Not a man leaves this ship save at my com- mand! Blau the topsail halyard. Curse you, back!', The habit of obedience is a strong one. J Bristling with fury, but responding to the command, Patty turned to Johnny, an oath on his lips. lVhat'd I tell you, kid? He s yellow, a coward. It s impossible to lower the boats! He ll let no effort be made to save the lost man! You'll see-H But Johnny was not listening. His expanded eyes were riveted on the bridge, toward which Patty wheeled in astonishment. Only a glimpse he caught, only a flash of The Ratw, poised like an oily por- poise on the rail-then he was gone. No use for the others to cry, '4It's impossible! Sure death!! The executive of his ship, entire crew at his command, and for the humblest of his men he leaped, himself. As a knife he cleaved the dark heav- ing w a t e r s a n d d i s - appeared. No splash, no rip- ple, his exit was as mys- terious as had been his life. He left be- h i n d h im nothing but a grim t r a d i- ii tion. 47

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LEAVES Like the tiny newborn infant Are the tender leaves of spring- time, Are the light green leaves of springtime, ' Vlfhen from bud they make their breaking. Like the strength and hope of man- hood Are the strong, dark leaves of summer, Are the shady leaves of summer, Vl hen in joy they greet the sun- shine. Like the last weak stand of old age Are the wrinkled leaves of autumn, Are the brown seared leaves of autumn, When in pride they flush with mem'ries. Thus the leaves of spring and sum- mer, And of autumn, natures turning, Bring to mind the three great sea- sons Through which man goes in his lifetime. -Elizabeth Bolt. OCTOBER DAYS Esther Ilolmcm, Low 7 Its The The apple trees are bending down, Pan plays his pipe, The little birds in all the trees Are harvest time, corn is ripe, sing sweetest melodies, The caterpillar spins cocoon, It's harvest moon. OLD SHIPS In days gone by they ploughed the seas, VVith mastheads high and spread- ing sail, But now in times and days like these, A They victims lie of wind and gale. Here in the blackened mud they rot, lVith drooping shroud and gaping seam, Their useful days have men forgot, And round them Seagulls wheel and scream. And men grow old and youth for- gets The service rendered in the past, They wait the end with vain re- grets, Like old ships come to rest at last. -lllarshall Ilibbard. DREAMS Vfhen my ship eomes into the har- bor. All gleaming in purple and gold, VVhen my dream ship enters the harbor VVith my dreams all safe in the holdg Then I'll board her and sail on the wide seas For a beautiful endless day, And there'll be no C211'CS that will bind me And there'll be no pain in my play. But I'll laugh and the waves will laugh with me, !Xnd the silver sails echo our mirth, Tossed along by the billowing ocean, 1 shall sail to the ends of the earth -T-Rosalie Runyon.