Coalinga High School - Petrolia Yearbook (Coalinga, CA)

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Page Thirty V .-vw 3, ffm, K ki LEADING THE cALm We start sailing along on the sea of life, With the ripples that roll from the shore: Our craft we must anchor in some port at last, When the winds cease to guide it e'er more. We are sailing away on a stormier sea Than the calm one of school days of lifeg We are dropping a tear, as our sails we free To the waves on the sea of strife. We are sailing away from those we hold dear, With hearts that will weather each gale: We are leaving the calm, undaunted by fear, With a courage that will not fail. Yes, we're sailing along on the sea of life, With the ripples that roll from the shore. God grant we'll not drift, but go sailing on Till the winds murmur to us n'er more. Lucile Fagan 26 -Q , - ,-- - an-ul ' ' ' ' ' - 3- -H f-li --? .F

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Page Thwty-two V- -.. .- ..f.'..-..., .- -1 I. .. ' I' 'gm ,Lg THE CLASS HISTORIJ It was in 1922 that a large group of merry ninth graders first took up high school studies. We were anxious to make good. and rapidly accustomed ourselves to the new rules. Although the members of our class were the youngest in school, many of them maybe the high school teams. We also did well in the interclass contests. During our Sophomore year, which was also our first in the Senior High, we acquitted ourselves very well in school activities, capturing the big event of the year, the Interclass Track Meet. We enjoyed the high school parties and showed that we were not dubs when it came to having a good time. As Juniors, we spent a fine year, for now we were one of the upper classes, and felt quite capable of making suggestions, as well as following those of the others, as in previous years. Our class was represented on all teams of the school, and took an active part in the many dramatic performances. Our third year as high school students taught Us that all roads are not smooth, and above all that time waits for no man. The close of the year found us entertaining the Seniors at a banquet, and givng them ahearty send off on their respective careers. Now we are Seniors! It did not give us that feeling which as Sophomores and Juniors, we had thought the Seniors displayed. It did not take us long to find out that we had entered the hardest year in school, not only from the standpoint of studies, but in that we knew we must set a fitting example for our lower classmates. We were beaten in a very close interclass track meet, but made up for this loss by annexing the debating cup. Of the many happy social remembrances, Senior Day was per- haps the most enjoyable. We laid aside our books, on the vacant shelf, and hid away for an early start. Once at our destination, we played games of all kinds, and at last the culinary products from home oven were consumed. Still full of spirit, after an active day, we stayed until other duties called us home. As always, Mr. Geer had been the Life of the party. With the end of the year and the happy events of Senior week drawing near, we cannot help but wonder what it will be like when we must either sink or swim. We feel that four years in Coalinga High have not been fruitless, and know that our chance to reach the other shore of success, is good, as long as we look at the troubles and joys of life as things which man does not control. K