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

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S I was walking out one April day Among the Berkeley hills, I lost my way. The sun was shining, all the hills were green, And lovely little valleys smiled between; Wild flowers were blooming ' mid the poppies red, Golden with sunshine in their verdant bed. In dazzling splendor to the westward lay The silver sheen of San Francisco bay, While Tamalpais and Mt. Diablo stood Majestic, grand, in silent brotherhood. The ferry-boats, like ants that come and go, Busy as bees, were plying to and fro Past stately ships with cargoes from afar, Riding at anchor safe within the bar. I stood and gazed and drank in with delight The scene of beauty in its glow of light. When lo, the cold gray fog in solemn state Came rolling landward through the Golden Gate, Effacing all that late had seemed so bright, Enshrouding me within the gloom of night. Surprised and startled I retraced my way Seeking the homeward path through mists of gray. As on I hastened, unfamiliar grew The path I trod, until at last I knew That I was lost. So on a mossy bank Discouraged, warm, and tired, I weakly sank. When lo, the fog uplifting, to the view Disclosed a greenwood glade. The sun shone through Upon an alder grove, whose feathery crest, Shadowed below a leafy tangled nest 2 5

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Luanda Morse Unobtrusive English Her looks do argue her re- plete with modesty Ella Rea Childlike Wanting Simple, and childlike, and sweet Ralph Lyon Sporty Minstrels The name that dwells on every tongue no minstrel needs Grace McKeown Chubby The bus She seemeth like unto a cherub James Lester Impish Pranks Now will you be good ' Mary Kennedy Lawnie Crozier Innocent Motherly Forum To be stylish Her smile was childlike and Her own merit makes her bland way 24

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Of stately fern and dainty maidenhair; A tinkling brook flung to the fragrant air Perpetual laughter; farther on and deep Lay a still pool in which the brook could sleep. Thither I made my way, and at the brink I knelt upon the flower-gemmed moss to drink. One draught I took, delicious, cool, and clear, When sudden fell upon my startled ear A chorus of faint sounds from all around, Amidst the green, and close by from the ground There spoke a voice like music faint and sweet. Startled, I sought its source, and at my feet Spied a small lily, frail and waxen white, And, poised upon its tip a fairy, light As thistle-down, and daintier than the flower The elfin mistress of this sylvan bower. Welcome, oh maiden, spake this gauzy sprite, To this our magic glade of pure delight; Thy crystal draught shall make thee understand The sweet word-music of this fairy-land. A vale of joy untroubled this must be ; II aught of mortal sorrow burdens thee Call on the bird-folk, who my subjects are, Thy heart ' s desire they ' ll bring, tho ' near or far. Hither, my birds, she said, and at the word A fluttering of myriad wings I heard, And, hastening to the faint sound of her call, There flocked her feathered subjects, one and all. The fairy then her light wings folded up And disappeared within the lily cup. A gaudy blue jay, bolder than the rest, Said, Luckless mortal, what may be your quest? What brings you here within the enchanted shade Which we, the birds, our paradise have made? Then spake I, wond ' ring, Oh, ye little birds, What I most ardently desire is words; I am, indeed, a damsel in distress, — Behold in me the High School Prophetess. Tell me, I pray, what fortunes shall be wrought To cheer the brilliant class of Naughty - Naught ? Then rose a clamor, it was strange to hear, Of sweet-toned, flute-like voices high and clear. Send out our heralds; let them fly and see 26