Excelsior High School - El Aviador Yearbook (Norwalk, CA)

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'eE'iG7'66'1'l and Whitei9 The Senior Class Seniors! One last lon.g look, back 'cross the years Of high school, And they pass before you now. A manly man, with a dimple in his chin And a silly grin, Before you now, a history shark And then With lunch pail comes a. cheery maid. This lad beside her loves to park. And here a cop who watches cafeteria lines Behind a. bright red top. Coming now, a melting tenor, Chief-of-police close by, And talking, talking, the feminine Tony Sarg. Don't grin, that pug nose has its charms For babes in arms. And the wee sma' girl behind her yet Has hopes of growing. Brother and sister now we see W'ith a. deep marcel on him,-she's a quiet miss. Two more girls-one with a large guitar, The other often stops to change a tire. Even now, she ccrmes to view, The poetess and news woman, And a dignified milker of cows. Far and near we know our Farnum, And the curly locks of our four-sport athlete. Gone are the days of the putt-putting cycle And the long-haired maid of the play. Behind a quiet golden lad W'e see our Student Body President,- hero of the day. H-h-here he-he comes, but where's the girls? And Jerry, where is Phyllis? Don't overlook that Shorty guy, he's mighty. And see Live-Action come strutting along. Look now for blushes warm and red, And a general-Lee good debater. My, how we turn to look-a blue-slip writer! More coming, a carefree lad I seep This girl is noted for athletics ,' This lad is steady, pounding away. Mac is giggling, making up in confer- enceg Chick is playing tennis, basketball, and hockey. A dark girl actress, and a cute blonde stubbing along, Precede that hero guy who plays the sousaphone. Yet two more noted M's,' one goes a-Daling, The other with a silly face, goes trip- ping down the hall. Oh, see the Count come tripping by, Prepare for Price-less giggles now. The parson's son U1 noted for scientific research, The artist, painter of signs, And the chivalrous Romeo of the Senior Ditch Day fwe all keep warmj. Remember that pugnacious boy of mut- night curly locks, And Wilda's crony always is reducing- what? Read between the lines, another Daler, And the lovely heroine of the Senior Play. Two brothers tall, with shoulders broad-- Does anyone know those strutting ath- letes? Shallow shoals can often be deep, Smiths are often distinguished, Smart heads are not concealed by boy- ish bobs, So also the Editor falls in this class, Sweet president of the Girls' League, too. Some blue-eyed Willies like the girls, Staffs, however, Allison does not afford. School-marm-to-be, in her glasses stern, And Sweet Mae, now appear. Speedy, bashful, player of basketball, Shyer yet, a curly-headed lad, behind his Bold, bad brother. Tell it with pep, is our yell-leader's motto, Plump, dark-haired Lois always does what she ought to. Though thorny her name, she has much of the rose, And this girl can make the piano ring. Under that stubbiness, what is there of foolishness? Very truly it has been said Short people have the pep and go. VVill Willhites ever be born on Fridays? Winning a girl is easy for some guys. Weaving dreams employs a blonde lassie, And this one's all-wrighty' in basket- ball. Young in years or mentality, is Brig- ham? Zinn, how nobly she brings up the rear -still reducing? They all have passed, the Senior Class. Wish them good luck! The door of life has come ajar, For them today. -LOUISE BOYLE, '29, Page Nineteen