James Garfield High School - Crimson and Blue Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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L, . - - xi fs I if . 2. V1 M K I ' a V K 1 - , 1 1 f , ,, ,. t V ...,. , fs. .t tw:-, i-- -41. , 1 A I A ,I 4, FIC' 4.5.5 BABY PICTURES First row: Li-thu Morse. Annu Louise lfldwurds NV:iIti'r l'l:ttfvlt.'i', .luck l4i'r'r5'. Second row: llutli Martin, .lohnny Miirrzty. lm,-. otliy' Imxw-i'spili.', Hill lie-1-kuinii, Third row: Is:rli.-Il.- Norsikiaiii. ltos-- All-ttolu, I'--Iggy' Aluliilzin, l'I1'rnwliinl:t lirwol--, l'lul':i :ind I.-'In Hill.--rt. :und 'lux Blot-lt. SIQNIURS NOT I'HO'l'OCiR.'Xl'HlilJ Iloln-l't XYt'iulit I-'l':in1'iso tiuzinun tvs:-:ir Stofiini-i' Iaiwttzi In-:il Ililzu-I Him- ltvtziyixtli 4':ilz:ul:i litltlit- Simons V1-ospvi' Imxis Huy Alot-It tl--rnltl tlist l l'1lHli Blnloiit-5' QUESTION l wonder what this world of ours Thinks ol- us through eternal hours. Does he laugh at us and say Were fools hecause weire made that way? Maybe he doesn't think it our fault That short short life is our lot Nlayhe he thinks we are worth our salt Since for so little we have fought I wonder where we go from here Once we leave this place. You know we're just a thread in life's pat- tern of lace .Xnd that is why I wonder, my dear. -Iiiaxii Frtosr Hows your oil? ,'Xli's line. Hows you' all? ll5l SENIORS DISCOURAGEMIZNT Despondency has me hy the throat .Xnd my heart aches. My spirit is drowning in a black moat The mud of despair round my courage cakes lfailure tastes hitter as gall. -IRENE Fltosr Tommy: Grandma, if I was invited out to dinner some place. should I eat pie with a fork? Grandma: Yes. indeed Tommy. Tommy: You haven't got a pie around the house that I could practice on. have you. CirandmaF XX'hether our ohiectiye he wealth. fame. achievement. or happiness. the hetter prepar- ed we are and the more we have in our heads. the more nearly we will come to being successful. The crowd roars, The feet pound. They gallop neck to neck. Hope soars, Records fall, .-Xt a Ci. H. S. track meet. ' 1 sf- V .I .f , ii' . M . .' ' 1. I2 , I ,Q 1 bf 1 hai, K 7 . ..' SENIOR LUG C

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O SENIOR LOG SENIORS SENIOR SYMPHONIES ill Everything I Have is Yours. 123 Keep Young and Beautiful. 437 This Little Piggy. 1-U Sweet and Simple. Q59 Hi Nellie. 469 In My Little Hide- away. 479 YUl1'l'6 An Old Melanie. IM t'l'opJ Laz5'- liones Cliottoiiiy This is Iioniunce, HU YOll'I'6' My 'l'hrill. SURF RIDER Watch him Hy over the waves, My son, watch him stand arightg Watch him as the sharks he brayes, NVatch him ride the waters light, My son. Watch how against his legs the blue waters swish. See your brother, my song I-Ie sails like a flying-hsh He does not shirk In his work As he and the white gulls race. VVatch him, my son, That you may take his place NVhen he is done. -ROBERT Bizowx 9 THOUGHTS Thoughts, thoughts, everywhere- But not a thought to think- That helps me get a better grade in English Help! I sink! -DOROTIIX' DOX'ERSPIKE - - . , , .i,,. .- . .. -- . 1, THE WEEPING WILLOW Willow tree-why weep? How can you, with those myriads of blue bells at your feet? Willow tree-why sigh? Don't you know the wind is whispering That summer's nearly nigh? Willow tree-look 'round At every happy thing How can you be unhappy In this radiant, glistening spring? YVillow tree-look up At the warm sun there above Be joyous. tree, and smile alway Add to life your grace and love. -RUTH PRATT O EIGI-ITEEN Eighteen- .-X nice age- Young enough for freedom Old enough for wisdom Young enough to understand people Old enough to understand life A pleasant age- I think I'll stay eighteen! RUTIi PRATT l14l . , , - ,- ,, . . ,, ', 4,1 I lp, ', - ,r ., .l.. . 4, swirl., 4 1 t... . . ,A 1: yy a ma,-.. .k.,s . .- -fm.. -,+- 1 - -s ,. . - ff TH- .T M I, . I K 1 . . 1,-rv .-V. ,.A,- . 'A .. H- , 11. .' ., J 4 4 .'i:t.-'fligma

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.ff I 1' lb ff 'T if' .,l' ENIOR L SENIDR PRGDUCTIONS WE ARE LEAVING i O we, the students of summer 1934 are S graduating! After all these years we find ourselves upon the threshold of a new beginning. How eager we are to begin an- other epoch in our lives. But do we really want to leave? No, oh. no! There are too many memories, too many familiar things. too many friends for us to wish to put our school days behind us. VVe cannot be so cold-hearted, so un- grateful as to forget all that school has meant to us. These dear familiar halls where we have daily walked. these rooms where we have wrestled over our school problems, with what regret we leave them. But are we actually leaving everything be- hind us? Many things. yes, but the culture. the ideals. and the inspirations fostered and developed here we will carry in our hearts forever. .-Xs if we were looking through a prism, our memories will pass before us clad in vestments of shining rainbow colors. As the years pass. our grudges will slip into in- signihcance. Even they will be faintly colored with the glamour of our school years. colored because they. too. are memories, In our veins throbs the longing for success. Some day. we hope. success for us will not be a phan- tom. - '-- . . . l . ' . elif .' tr '. ,VN - .Q ., ,M N,',.. -I :IEW I, H I , ag. - ,is 4 4 N 0 - ' 3 -' 1-YN Two months from now we will be home- sick, achingly homesick for school. How we shall miss the teachers and the work and the :laily routine! Why we never knew. never realized how tightly woven into our being is school. If we could only go back for a while to enjoy the companionship we know is there. liut we cannot return. XVe must go forward as we grow older, groping toward our fut- ure, seeking the fulfillment of our dreams. -IRENE Fitosr 9 DEER HUNTIN' Toilin' up a mountain. XK'adin' down a stream. Packin' through a forest- lt's part of every dreaml VK'atchin' open meadows. Hopin for a buck. Creepin' like an Indian- For a bit o' luck! Pitchin' camp at evenin' Shadows stretchin' long. Sighin' of the pine trees- In a woodland song! Embers sort o' winkin' At you as they burn: Tomorrow you'll go lishin' Perhaps your luck'll turnl wPAt'I. liisii qua V i. 441