Gardena High School - El Arador Yearbook (Gardena, CA)

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Our Auditorium An auditorium is the place in which the happiest memories of school life pre- sent themselves in one long flow of pictures. When it is empty, if you sit in one of its cool, dark corners, what thoughts come to you? At first you think of yourself as a student of the Junior High, when you sat in the back of the auditorium greatly impressed by its grandeur. Through all the stages you pass until, as a senior in the front row, you suddenly face the end. You see on the walls the pictures that departing classes have hung there. All the happy days you have spent at Gardena pass in review. The stage brings pictures of the plays. What varied scenes has the curtain of the ships risen to reveal? Some were scenes in living rooms, some in the yards of houses, some even in Japanese gardens. Characters begin to enter and exit in fantastic array; a little gypsy girl, a hunchback miser, an orphan girl, a great Japanese Poo-bah. A long procession passes until the last figure that has made an impression has faded away. On either side of the proscenium arch are the two flags. They herald the patriotic programs of the past. Then follow the varied events of other assemblies; the one-act plays, the student musicians; and the speakers. The seats are occupied by a murmuring, restless throng of familiar faces. Your thoughts span the coming years and you think how short the time will be until the succeeding classes taking part in the scenes before you will be strangers. You are filled with regret that the happy high school days are finished; that your place in the activities of the old auditorium must be surrendered. A desire to achieve success so that you may be a welcome guest takes possession as you arise and make a last survey of the room. Fred Clark, S ' 28. Desire Oh, I want to go a sailing, On the deep and wide blue sea; I must go adventure trailing, Over mountain, moor, and lea. There ' s a restless little feeling, Tugs at heart and soul o ' me; If I could only go a sailing, On the crystalline blue sea. But I must stay here studying; They say home ' s the place for me. Though my heart goes right on sailing O ' er that loved wide blue sea. — Madelyn Garner, S ' 28. Page Fourteen

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A NORWEGIAN WEDDING Beautifully colorful and interesting is the custom in Norway of conducting the marriage ceremony. A week before the wedding, the guests deck themselves with flow- ers and go to the house to take part in a very merry celebration, for which everyone drops his work. When all is ready, the bridegroom enters the room preceded by many musicians ; he takes his place at the table on the High Seat, which has been made especially for the bride and groom, and is beautifully decorated with many ornaments. After the groom has been seated, each guest takes his seat at the table. The bride now enters the room also preceded by musicians. She looks very love- ly in her golden dress trimmed with shining ornaments. On her head is a golden crown set with gems. The bride and groom exchange glances as she seats herself be- side him. The ceremony is over now, and the feasting begins. The guests have brought as their gifts many delicious dishes of food, with which the table is laden, and which they now enjoy. After the dinner they all depart, leav- ing together the happy couple. — Ethel Olsen Love Love is like a light that gleams Forever on our way; Undying light whose pure white beams Would shame the light of day. Love is like a little bird Whose song is crystal clear; A flitting, flying, carefree bird, Who sings through all the year. Love is a throbbing human heart Which sings to all mankind; The world is full of peace and joy, And hatred is so blind. — Mamxyn Garner, S ' 28 Page Thirteen

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Death and Life I am young and cannot understand Life, or Death; Still Youth must have its philosophy. Death; a moment ' s rest by a cool brook, and a shading gray-green tree, Then back to the dusty road where the soul is tired. That is Death; the Death of my philosophy. My mood changes and I write a rhyme; Life. Two old long-nosed gossips sat one day Their fingers flying over their knitting, As they gossiped their lives away. I was just horrified at her, one did say. No more than was I, this the other; And they talked their lives away. Shameful Youth! they will always say When Youth tries to learn life ' s secret, While they talk their lives away. —Ruth Jacobson, S ' 28. Youth ' s Last Request Hold thy hand, Fate, Before you snatch the veil From before my wakening eyes. Before you thrust upon me The deepest of emotions, Hate and sorrow. Let me live in belief and trust Knowing only love and happiness. — Asa Goodwin, S ' 27. Page Fifteen