Fullerton Union High School - Pleiades Yearbook (Fullerton, CA)

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l|tatorg of ®I] i fmnr OllaBB It was a lovely day in the early autumn of the year nineteen sixteen when we began our career in the Pullerton Union High School as the greenest bunch of Freshmen that ever grew. Through all four years, as the greenest Freshmen, the proudest Sophomores, the cleverest Juniors, and the brightest Seniors, we have taken pleasure in being the est of everything — the best in studies, the best in athletics, and the cleanest and peppiest in the schoolroom and on the campus. (Ask any Senior if we ' re not !) We held picnics at the beaches and in the mountains, where we did the wildest stunts and ate great quantities of unusually luscious eats. Who of us will ever forget that time at Long Beach when we took in every amusement on the Pike a dozen times — more or less? And who can forget the snowball fights at Old Baldy? We may for- get how our fingers and ears tingled and ached from the snow and cold and how our cheeks burned after a forceful face washing, but we shall always remember the fun and good fellowship of those frolics in the snow. Toward the end of our Junior year we began to realize that the Seniors would soon be gone, leaving to us the responsibility of lead- ership in school activities, so we gave them a reception to show them how glad we were to have them go. And now — we are Seniors ! We have reached the goal of our Freshman ambitions, and now have other ambitious to replace them. We have worked — and, sometimes, blufi ' ed — our way through our courses; we have weathered stormy class meetings in the old biology lecture room, much as other Senior classes before us have done and as coming Senior classes will do. Now, like all Seniors, as the time of parting draws nearer, we look back over our high school experi- ences, and the memory is very clear and very dear to us ; and we hate to leave it all — the pleasures, the friendships, and the happy associations. But we are looking forward, too. We have our ambitions, our ideals, as all Seniors have, and like them we must pass. In saying, Farewell, dear F. U. H. S., we regret indeed that we must leave, but oh ! how glad we are to go on into the bright future with its op- portunity and promise 1 LILLIAN BATCHMAN, ' 21. eleven

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3lTar?ujfU The long glad year rolls ' round once more To the joyous month of June. Commencement day is drawing nigh, And we ' ll be leaving soon. We ' re glad that we ' ve attained our goal; Our hearts rejoice ; and yet Our joy is not unmingled with A feeling of regret. The happiest years of all our lives Our high school years have been. Those years are past ; when Autumn comes, We ' ll not return again. Though we go on and leave fore ' er Our life in Fullerton High, Our loyalty to Fullerton Will never, never die. TALBOT BIELEFELDT. twelve