Cogswell Polytechnical College - Cogswell Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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T H E c o G s W E L L Uhr lgrnplivrg nf Ihr Qllauaa nf 1914 To look into the future. And see what life intends, Is not the work of mortals But of oracles of men. The oracles at Delphi Most graciously contend That they should tell the story How we our lives shall spend. Now listen to the rumbling, That comes from smoke below? ,Tis the voice of ancient Delphi- It tells what we would know. Bently Newman, a Cogswell grad, A paper called the Tattler, had. This paper won him great renown Throughout a certain little town. The town, and here's what seems a pity, Is the little burg, called Daly City. Though J. Levinson may seem a tride minute He hasn't by any means missed his mark. But to do hard work he's by far too cute, So he is just painting benches in the park. Next on the scene E. Lynch appears, A writer of drama of joy and tears. Demure and sweet as in days of yore, She takes her fame withoht furor. Now all the year she writes sonnets galore, VVe Wish her luck forevermore. Miss Bahrs, divinely tall and fair, With glints of brightness in her hair, Upon the stage her debut made- Puts Mary Garden in the shade. Cn ,the program, if you read the facts, You'll End her specialty's third acts.

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3Q THE COGSWELL them and gave them much kind assistance. After the play, music was fur- nished for dancing until almost midnight. Another very important event was the Senior Luncheonl' on April 22. The menu consisted of cake and ice cream. Every one was well pleased with the affair. There are two great events left, namely, our graduation exercises and our Senior ball. The first one is the one in which we walk up and sit down on the platform before the gazing eyes of our relatives and friends. The nrst speaker will tell us how sorry the school is to lose us. The next speaker will tell us how much we should know and what we should do in our later life. After that we shall hear our names called, including our middle ones, and, amid great applause, we shall receive the prize we have struggled for during four long years. The following Friday night we will be hosts at our Senior ball. Gn that night the boys will wear their best full dress suits Crentedj, hire taxis, and escort their best girls to the building and enjoy themselves the whole evening as only graduates can. Wlien the last dance is over-when the last bit of music has floated away- when the last good luck and good-by has been said-then our happy high school days at Cogswell will be a thing of the past. FREMONT M. 0,BRIEN, ,l4.

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THE COGSWELL Zolot, of short and stocky frame, Started out to make a name. He started to college, But a lack of knowledge Compelled him to quit the game. The oracle stirs and mutters a name, Remembered by us of football fame. It shows us a vivid picture how, In tropical climes he's studying now, A civil engineer to be- Behold our mutual friend, Fred G. Emma W., a cook of patience, And an inventor of tasty creations, Has started a store near the school, Where she used to cook by rule, The students all trade at her store- They eat, then buy some more. Big Pete comes next upon the scene, Of his profession you'll never dream. Hels finally attained extraordinary powers Wandering oier the hills to tame wild flowers. Cliffy Nichols has peddled pickles And even worked in a ship. Although jolly, Cogswell Poly Has made him a knight of the grip. Laura Larson was clever, I attest, And in drawing, her fame Grew till her name Was on the labels of Schilling's Best. Bold Roland Cate had hoped that fate VVould decree him the life of a magistrate. But luck was against him, we oft hear him yell That he has nothing but fruit to sell. Modest Ray Young, the fashion plate, VVas very diligent in the search of a mate. He searched everywhere both far and wide, And finally claimed an African bride.