Cathedral High School - Chimes Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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u|V« PUBLISHED BY THE ASSOCIATED STUDENTS OF CATHEDRAL HIGH SCHOOL LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA i vu STAFF Editor-in-Chief Ronald Spinoglio Associate Editor Peler Salcido Assistant Editor Frank Solas Activities Editor George Fiores Sports Editor Bill Zimmer Artist Herman Hererra Head Photographer Peter Rock Assistants Kaoru Hanabusa, Thomas Marumoto Literary Editor Lawrence Yamamoto Assistant Fernando Sanchez Cover Designer Jess Chavez Advertising Manager Paul Lee Staff: Philip Sartuche, Frank Maisano, Robert Alesi, Joseph Bonfiglio, Ted Tsukahara, Lawrence Yamamoto, Robert Ibarra, Bob Blanchord, Armond Olvera. Moderator Brother LaSalle cNffiffiftH V

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An eerie mist hovers over the still, lifeless tomb. Suddenly, a phantasm emerges. Enshrouding the weird illusion in a purplish-white nebula. Upon the asking, it will speak and this is its story: I am the Spirit of Cathedral. In 1923 I lay dormant, unformed, dissipated amidst the tombs of the old Calvary Cemetery on Bishops road on the outskirts of Elysian Park near the L. A. river, i was comfortable, unperturbed until an unheard of thing began to take place. The dead are to remain at rest and not to be bothered, but one day some living things began to move more than usual among the tombs, and it was then I was forced to take shape and to find new beings for my care, for from my bosom were snatched all those lifeless forms I had so long cared for. Upon my very resting place a school was being erected. Well, I had no choice but to await my fate. Was I to be chased away to find a new haunt, or could I remain where I had found peace for so long? I waited and saw that the Christian Brothers who had come to Los Angeles in 1923 and started Sacred Heart Academy at Baldwin and Sichel streets in Lincoln Heights were moving their 135 students of 8th to 1 1 th graders from Sacred Heart to my home, just two years after they had arrived. At first the names La Salle, Cantwell, Serra were suggested, but Cathedral was finally chosen since the school was to be the Diocesan High School for boys. In 1927 the first graduating class of 24 Seniors left Cathedral, it was then that my poor restless spirit was given a place once more, but now with honor and a great purpose for the future, it was decided by a student committee (i had whisked amongst them at the time because i knew what was in the offing) that since i (little old me) had been the natural spirit (what else could I be) of these parts (yes, right here) i ought (why not) to become the school ' s official spirit. (Now i won- der who could have suggested such a thing?) At first such names as Lions and Gophers were pre- sented but the Phantoms prevailed. Now i arose in new form. No longer to haunt the dead but to give spirit to the living, and this I liked, because know- ing the other side of the grave as I do and its meaning, i could direct with safety and effectively these young spirits to their peace in the great SPIRIT. To add the finishing touches, I inspired the use of the Purple and White for the school colors. (I must confess — the name Cathedral brought about the color purple, but it was fitting for me too, and white was taken from the Blue and White which had also been s uggested, to honor the Blessed Mother.) Now the Cathedral Phantoms came into being. Ever since, for these 32 years, I have grown proud of my Phantoms who have borne the ban- ners of the Purple and White to many places to win the respect and veneration of all. For my spirit is one of strength, loyalty, virtue and Wisdom. My spirit stands beside the Phantoms in the class room as they delve into mystery, as they chat in friendly fashion with their companions and teachers, as they fight for victory on the field or court, as they recollect themselves in prayer before our Lady ' s statue. With each year, I have added some new lustre to Cathedral ' s glory. Every item with the progress of time, the Alma Mater, the school yells, the shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Crucifix, the Senior bench, spring concert, frosh week, be- comes an ever increasing fulfillment of my spirit. When the summer time comes again, as June rolls along and another year is done, some little bit of me leaves with my graduates, always to be with them. But it isn ' t long before I ' m restored to my full self again for with September and the falling leaves, I am enlivened once more as little whisps are blown in with the autumn winds to be formed into the ageless Spirit of . . . THE CATHEDRAL PHANTOM