Franklin High School - Almanac Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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MISS EDITH M. HODGKINS Vice-Principal ...gm CHARLES B. MOORE Principal

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Foreword DITORS of annuals are always asking for something differ- ent , so the writer of the fore-word has this year ventured into verse, and dedicates the verses to the class of Summer '21, worthy sons and daughters of Franklin, and exponents of the Franklin spirit. ,l f 12,4 . ew, V , , g 9.zw.1f ,xl H, Ap, 4' JUST FRANKLIN Yon stately columns and gleaming walls, Rising mid terrace and shrubbery green, NVhich morning greets with gladsonie call And high-noon bathes in glittering sheen, XVhich evening clothes with garments spun From the last red rays of the setting sun, VVhile sheltering hills, friendly, nigh, Through Songbirdls note and Night-winds sigh Seem to say- In quiet rest till dawn. Our watch we keep. ls this Franklin? Ah, no! Just Franklin's home. Dawn comes, and then full flood of light. W'ithin the swinging doors there pass NVith glad, quick step and faces bright, Each stalwart lad and winsome lass. There hist'ry spreads abundant store Of noble deeds and classic lore Art, Science, letters' ancient learning Beckon to buoyant youth, aye learning To rise from good to best. Is this Franklin? Ah, no! just Franklin's sons and daughters. Days come, days go, from morn till e'en There seems to move, to breath, to brood, In form intangible, unseen, . A throbbing life, whose soul renewed From year to year makes each seem best, To play and study lends a zest, Of teachers, pupils, make warm friends As each his earnest effort bends For good of all. ls this-this shape unseen, Franklin? Ah, no! just Franklinis spirit! VVhat then is Franklin? NVhy, just this,- Columns and walls of stately beauty, A throng of learners whose youth is bliss, A spirit exalting task and duty, Blent all in one. The years may come, the years may go, These three abide. 'Twill aye be so XVhile life is life and youth is young, From loyal hearts will e'er be sung The praise of Franklin,-just Franklin!