Berkeley High School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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H farewell from f ot OOD-BY to Nineteen Hundred ' s class, That body grave and grand. Now at the close of High School days Before the world they stand. How proud our Senior struts about, Nor deigns to give a smile To Juniors small and Middlers all, Who gaze with awe the while ! Oh, note that proud and lofty brow, Bespeaking such a mind ! That patronizing glance bestowed On others left behind. Dear Seniors all, we know full well Your great, surpassing worth, But now that you ' re to graduate, Pray don ' t expect the earth ! ' Tis true you ' ll all go forth and win Great glory, many a prize ; You all do honor to our school, That fact we ' ll not disguise. And that we ' ll miss you, Seniors dear, I ' ll own is very true. But still you ' ll leave some others here Who ' ll shine as bright as you ! If you would see the magic power Of genius, wit and brain, Just wait until the Naughty-Ones Assume this High School ' s rein. Till we have reached the Senior ' s place, Our glory spreading far — Till we can show to all the rest How very small they are ! With this in mind, our honored Iriends, We really can ' t, you know, Profess that we ' re so very sad To see you Seniors go ! So hoping that good fortune fair May on your pathway lie, We ' ll give three cheers for Naughty-Naught, And gladly say, 1 ' Good-by ! ' ' A. K. M., ' 01 IO

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N the passing of another year, the time has now come when we must in our turn lay down our editorial pens and resign the interest of the Olla Podrida to our newly elected successors. The maintainance of our High School paper throughout the past year, although it has in- volved great effort on the part of the board of editors, has been mixed with much enjoyment, and therefore a feeling of regret is mingled with our pleasure and sense of relief as we lay down the task which has occupied so important a place among our High School duties. It has ever been the endeavor of the entire corps of editors to keep the standard of the paper as high as possible. We have remem- bered that it stands as the representative organ of our Berkeley High School, and as such was a periodical setting forth of our aims and our abilities to friends both at home and abroad. We are grateful for the words of appreciation which from time to time have encouraged us to believe that in this effort we have been fairly successful. We have indeed done our best. Angels could do no more. And now, if it may be allowable to lay aside for the moment the editorial we, I wish to extend a sincere expression of gratitude to the members of my staff, who have labored so faithfully and well during the entire year in assisting me. Whatever measure of success has been achieved is due largely to their work and also to the untir- ing efforts of our business managers, who have given us the firm financial basis which is always a prerequisite for any successful publication. Grateful acknowledgments are also due to all our contributors outside the editor- ial corps, and to those friends who, in our one time of financial depression, came so generously forward with their assistance. Our teachers, too, have occasionally con- tributed to our columns, and have been kind and helpful with advice and suggestion. With great consideration they have often, in casting up accounts, laid over and against our deficiencies the magic shibboleth — Olla Podrida. But now our struggles, our failures and our successes are things of the past. As the class of ' 00 we must soon bid farewell to our High School life and home. Our class ties and individuality will soon be lost in greater pursuits, beyond the High School realm, but we confidently believe that when we are separated one from another and even far from the place of our companionship, a glance now and then through the pages of our beloved Olla Podrida will serve to recall the happy times we have enjoyed together, and to arouse again the old-time enthusiasm for our ever dear Berkeley High School. Joyfully do we look forward to its future, and to the future of our High School paper. In the topmost nook of a magnificent new building, future editors of the Olla Podrida, from their easy-chairs, shall gaze upon the surpassing glory of our western sea and beauty of the eastern land, drawing such inspiration from the view as shall make their paragraphs the admiration of all readers, and as shall bring new fame and distinction to the Olla Podrida, until it becomes a fitting representative of the finest High School in the land and a model for all competitors. 9

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H Sketch Look on this picture and then on that. AR off in Old Mexico there stood one of those charming low ranch- houses of stone and adobe, enclosing a court set with flowers and shrubs. The morning was nearly gone ; indeed the stillness suggested noontime. Within the court the faint tinkling of a bell announced to the inmates of Senor Lorenzo ' s household that the dinner-time was actually at hand. Presently a door opened gently and the stately figure of Senora Lorenzo appeared under the portico. Glancing at the table spread a short distance away, she saw that no one, except herself, had answered the summons to dinner ; so she stepped to the edge of the portico, where sunshine and shadow met in a distinct line, and called softly two or three times. Children ' s voices answered from another part of the garden, and soon three little boys, dark eyed and curly headed, came racing up, only to be quickly dispatched to get ready for their meal. The children had no sooner disappeared than the sound of galloping hoots was heard, which announced the arrival of the lord of the ranch, Senor Lorenzo himself. In a few moments he appeared within the court, fanning his dusky face with his huge sombrero. When at last this little family was seated at the table, what could be more homelike than the picture they presented. Under the shady arches it was cool and restful ; the sound of the water in the fountain dropping into the stone basin and trickling happily away in a little stream through the flower beds furnished an accom- paniment soft and musical ; gentle breezes wafted faint perfumes hither and thither. The birds chirped, the children laughed and chattered. The first part of dinner over, the little ones waited impatiently for the coming of the old servant with their favorite dish. That dish most savory, most appetizing, was the far-famed Olla Podrida, which is as often identified with a Mexican as a guitar is with a Spanish troubadour. It came upon the table in a large earthen bowl, a family heirloom, which some Lorenzo of ancient days had obtained from an Indian chief. The crude scrolls and circles on the outside gave it an unique appearance, strongly in contrast with the delicate and elaborately worked linen which surrounded it. A peep at the interior revealed an indescribable mass of meat and vegetables : peas, corn, beans, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, red peppers and — the cook only knew what else ! As the name indicates, a most interesting mixture was this. The family appetites were at length appeased, and the noble dish was borne away. But the Olla Podrida transported to the shore of San Francisco Bay, banishes the thought of the picturesque southern mansion, with its balconies, portico, garden and fountain. Instead we see a grim old building covered with a coat of gray paint equal- ing only itself in age. Within this uninviting structure a large family dwells, and it is I I