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

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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.

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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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TI-IE COGSWELL Dewey Sampson, the boy who so often played ball, For a while became the best of them allg He played with the bush teams and major leagues large And ended by having their bats in his charge. A young man, named Al Ruling, Has made good use of his schooling. He entered a shop, Came out at the top, And has since quit all of his fooling: Fred Botteron now has a boiler shop, Built upon a corner lot. The work that he turns out is such His boilers sputter and burst at a touch. 'Wfe next see Mildred lYilliamsg A quiet child was she, But fate decided her life Most strenuous should beg Preaching that votes for women Ts the only perfect plan, She thunders maledictions Upon the race of man. K'Nig Edwards, we know, Was always a beau, And recently achieved much fame. He invented a dance, One can see at a glance, VVill now make famous his name. Carlton Bryan to Stanford College did go, And there he spent all of father's 'doughf' And now a grouchy prof. is he, Teaching the science of chemistry. May Poetsch and Viola D. Are now belles in societyg Dancing the hours away, They lead a life most gayg They'll soon leave their friends so dear, For each has a duke, I hear.