Coalinga High School - Petrolia Yearbook (Coalinga, CA)

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THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT SENIOR LWith No Apologies To Coleridgel lt is an ancient Senior, . And he stops a whistling Soph. By thy bristly beard, why stopp's thou me? Dost think thou art a prof? The basement doors are opened wide, And she has saved a chairg The boys are met, the roast is set: My girl is waiting tl1ere: He holds him with his calloused hand, There was a slip . . . quoth he. Lay off! Unhand me! Vidhat the toot? Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye- The love-sick lad stands still, And listens like a three years' child: The barnacle hath his will. The youthful Soph sits on the grass: He cannot choose but hearg And thus spoke on that great big man, His voice was sad and quee1'. The night was clear, our hearts did cheer, Merrily did we spoon Within the swing, upon the lawn, Beneath a grinning moon. The moon rcse up upo11 the left, Out of hills came he! And he shone bright, and on the right- My girl was necking me. Harder and harder every squeeze-- Such love I never knew! The Dinner Guest here beat his breast, The second siren blew. And now the autumn days rolled by, The evenings longer grew: I had my luck right after church, And not a person knew. But stools were here, and stools were there, And stools were all a1'ound: They griped and growled, and roared and howled, No wonder we were found. At length did raid a stern old maid, A dizzy dean of dames, She gave us both an icey stare, And cockled out our names. She called us words we ne'er had heard She 'round and 'round did bawl. She grabbed my girl by one long curl, And dragged her to the Hall. Women, women, everywhere, My very heart did wreck! Women, women, everywhe1'e, Nor a single one to neck! I spent the night full spent with fright, Resolved to be much better. And then next day, I'm sad to say, I got the fearful letter. Oh save thee, Ancient Senior, Revive thy fallen spirits Oh izzat so? I'Il have ye know T'was twenty-five demerlts. I took the slip, and made a trip Unto a fiend of rocks, Nor on the way did stop for play, For the dean doth watch the clocks. For I had done a fearful thing, And did my jawbones burn? For all averred, I was the bird That made the dean so stern. 'Ah wretchf said they, 'each night to stay And take her for a turn.' The strong wind blew, the horseflies flew The gardner looker me 0'erg I was the first that ever worked Outside that High School Door. He took my slip and curled his lip, His wise-crox made me dizzy. He pointed to a pile of rocks, And bade me get right busy.

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CENTERS-SHIFT IMPORTANCE TO SOPHOMORES Ben Boreham-Rates family car Robert Cain-Fancy glide While dancing Arlan Collins-Never cheats little girls in jacks Jerry King-Fritz Kreisler's double Maxine Jamison--Chewing??? Bill Lay-Champion pencil chewer Elwyn Littlefield-Seldom here Melvin Melton-Those waves! Roberta Rae-Contented Dolores Smith- Come hither personality Robert Parks-Good sport Don VanSandt-Beard-two years Harry Young-Champion bicycler GUARDS-PROTECT OUR RIGHTS Kenneth Abell-Always prepared Jimmie Caldwell-Southern accent Ray Copeland-Basketball Robert Farley--Passion for a-Cradioj Donald Fleisher- SWeetooth Howard Henley-Speed demon Lucille Jackson-Theorist Edward Jeffery-Laziness Inez Kahl--Roll call Edith Macomber-Quiet personality Frances McGee-Sophomore contribution to weak voices Thurman Parrish-Lending a helping hand June Raines-Golden locks Norman Smith-Spelling demon's nightmare Willis Smith-Songbird Fred Weigand-Ladies' man TACKLE-HELP KEEP OPPONENTS FROM BREAKING THROUGH Ernest Bowery-Essayist Clifton Frink-Partial to Fresno John Cassidy-A Ford's best friend Guy Hogue-Play-boy Willard Gentry-Polk's marble champion Donald Lewis-Continuous questioning Eleanor Martin--Baby complexion Ernest Nellans-Cornet player Edith Nesbit-Artistic ability George Peters-- Sonny Helen Roberts-Coy, maidenly ways Roberta Thatch-Smiles Ruby White-Quietness

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And so I stuck my poor hands in, And gave my back a heave, With heavy work I paid for sin That no one would relieve. The upper air burst into life, With a hundred thousand flies! And to and fro, they buzzed about, And to and fro, and in and out, They danced before my eyes. My lips were dry, and my throat was My garments all were soiled. The sun sank down within the west, And still my body toiled. Oh, long in that same way I slaved, With all my manly powerg 1 pitched and shoveled rocks all day, For five and twenty hours. Since then, wl1ene'er I see a lad, With women waxing bold, I grab his ear and hold him here, Until my tale is told. parched, A loud uproar burst from the door! The dinner hour is o'erg And every student's pouch is filled, Witll forty cents or more: And boys and girls are making eyes As if they knew the score. Oh sweeter than the soy-beans, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To tell my sad and doleful tale To a listening lad like ye! Farewell, farewell! but this I tell In hopes that you'll reform. He, catcheth hell, who loveth well, A lovely Sophomore! The ancient,Senior slouches off, The Sophomore buys a lunch, And fills himself with savory egg, And crispies made to crunch. He went like one that hath been stunned And is of sense forlorng But he chased three skirts instead of one, Upon the morrow morn. -MURIEL GONITHIER I'