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

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SE IOR ACTIVITIES 159 SENIOR MAGAZINE STAFF Seated: X'--linzt XValktr Floiwsiiwi- XVMIS. llorothy XVoo1l. .Iv-:an Hzilwrlanrl. Imiwtliy' Brown. Aiirlrwi' I-'rishiv, .Ioyvv Fred- rivksoll, l':lIIlll2l lv'-I Griffin. ll'-lvn Hull. Second row: last- tvkura. Rita 1'rzu'knf-Il. Lui-illv Huntzingf-r. Ihltty Harris, Iixwiyii llzttriiull. Irina Vox, Katy' Rings. Juno' liarkf-r. Jasinint- Moomj.-an. Lula liztriwr. Third row: Russ.-ll Yivkwrs, Aliw- Zziiiiiwziiio. Aurora Arroyo. 'I'v-rt-sa Moria-ztiln, Maury Hinge-rinztn. Hlga .lnnw Kvtsko. Iflllvn iloln-rts. Szuliv thtjwiuri. Milrlrwl Ilurkw. Hisnsiii Movliiziiki. Fourth row: la-wis lloiizu-in-. Iilziin Morris, Leo 5l4'll'P!l'lllgll. Satin Hvrri-r:t, 'I'oin Kilt-oynw-, th-oi'gv Allwrtson, Theo- dore- Ivonalrlson. NV:trrt'n Iiutlf-r, Vinrw-nt Gordon. 4101 SENIOR SPONSORS Seated: Mrs. lil-lnnu 'l'. I l+'t'k, Mrs. Vil'f.2'illi2l I . iiilllliii, Mrs. St Lora A. Sutliv-rlantl, Miss Munn- lilvanor tiootlvll. anding: Mrs. Miriam M. Hiiirlwig Mr. George- XV. Earl. Mrs, Z1-llzt A. Young. Mr. th-orizt' lf. Sawyer. Mrs. A. Lzturzt Mzti.:i'iuh-r. ACTIVE SENIORS til Stn-kt-r Inty. 127 'l'i'4-t- Plztnting. -v t..J Tru- I'Iuntini.:. HJ Treo Planting. 161 Su:-km' Day. 173 Life Members of CSF: St-att-tl--Main-l Holland, Audrey Frishit-, gKlHll't'2l4 Ainparztn, Hhf-:t Ike-igiiiztii, Mztrgzirt-t .Int-kson. Smrirlim.:--I1:ix'iti Arroyo, Virginia Pztllztis. Illinmzt lmt tIrit'fin, 'I':ttlztshi Hziraisw. til Ephebians: St-att-d--Mary Sh-vin, Virginia Vallais. H1-le-n Hail. Stztiitliiig--lxy III'-tlsm-, Paul liivvliio, Ilaviti Ari'o5o, HU Novitiate Members: lroris XYrii.:liI. .li-:ill--tlv XVli:tlvii. THEY ARE ALL GONE They are all gone and I alone Am solitary with reflected thought. Through hallowed halls a mellowed tone, Recasts the joys of youthful days. And once again each hour resounds Each gleaming smile, Each Virgil muse of life rebounds. Oh precious hours, Now lost to time, Enchant me ever with your powers. VVhere have they gone those forms of youth, Whose yearning hearts and memories, Have lost their theme the simple truth, VVhose hearts with mine long for these scenes As worlds on worlds will pass beyond, To them also, My sacred world of dreams is gone. Oh mysterious life, Reveal to me. The splendor found in living dreams. -'Tl1c'otfw'c' Dumllrlxolz

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59' R ACTIVITIES 171 CAST ACT I andmg vi 4 int 1 1 llnI's ot lllhlllzi, . ated: IC'-h' 'A -- . . 4 'fa 'A .1 WSH, Q21 CAST-ACT Il ated: IG'-g 'a -- 'a 1'i', anding: .' tl 1 ' . . f lllllSIl1g,4'l', 4 ' ., 1 f.. t 1 Pu ss-, it-v ' '1 , - 1 1' z 317:- so, f : t-'S 4-1 ,1' -- , CHARACTERS Ile-Vu' vs. and NN -. iii. Q- 'zz '. ' Attendants. W .: I X ooiy L15 Is Irofessor Scotile, Ioured syrup down his back And scratched his waHle. There is ll sonlf VVhich asks of men. XVhere does Gandhi Carry his fountain pen? 'IHL BISHOP MISBLH XVl1b H1 srroup which turncd out for the bcnioi pl ry was not 'in extremely large one, so Mrs. Suther- land decided on the yerv 'nnusinfn romantic my sterv The Bishop Misbehaves' which had heen '1 'fren success on the New York stwe. Soon 'lfter the play vvis chosen, Miss Haywood 'incl the stagre crew bevan construction of the stage sets for the two scenes, the I5ishop's home and the very interesting country tavern. CAST OF CHARACTERS Bixfzop 0 Broadnzinifler , ,,,,, I aul Ricchit Lady Enzily Lyons ,, ,, Evelyn Gatchell Hertor Granthtmz ,Marwaret ackson Donald Metzdozvs ,,,, Francis Healy Illri. Wullez ',,,, Y, , ,e,, Rita Cracknell Guy Waller, Lewis Bohache Red Eagan ,, Aaron Deem Frencfzy ,, , Pearce Du Bose tSuraf1,, , , ,Lucille Huntzinffer The Chau cur ee,, , ,Vincent Gordon Broo 6, Sc'cretary,.,, ,,,,, e,,, N oe Barhot lroperty MifI1'efs,, , , , Uinia It H. Imnzplerx , , Belly Harris. Dorothy Mitchell

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SE IOR LITERATURE ECHOES OON we shall put our many days of school life among the echoes of the PQISI. lt will be with a great deal of pleasure that we recall those pleasant moments, little insignificant adventures to others, but to us treasures to be tenderly laid away in our hope- chest of life. Even now we hear another call to new surround- ings, a different atmosphere of life. This call carries with it a challenge to meet and conquer new prob- lems and new obstacles. And meet and conquer them we will, for we shall have those dim but persistent voices of the past urging us on, guiding us along the road that we must follow to gain for ourselves new treasures in the future walks of life. -ALICE Zsxtamxo if if 1 K WRITING AN ESSAY HE writing of an essay takes many steps. The essayist takes note of man, woman, and child and, keeping his eyes and ears open, finds many pregnant texts imbedded in the commonplace of life, and then, out of what he sees and hears, weaves his essay. The essay, as a literary form, resembles the lyric in so far as it is moulded by a central mood. Given a mood, and the essay, from the first to the last, grows around it. The essay should be pure literature as the poem is pure literature. The essayist plays with his subject, now in a whim- sical, now in a grave, and now in a meloncholy mood. His main gift is an eye to discover the suggestiveness of common things. Beyond the vital hint, his discov- eries are not fastened to their titles. He takes up the most trivial subject and winds it around to become great questions over which the serious like to brood. There is no lack of subject matter. The essayist gives you his thoughts and lets you know how he came to think thus. Of the essayist, when his mood is com- municative, you obtain a full picture. Thus we see that an essay is literally the easy part of any literature. It is the simplest thing in the world to write. There is but the necessity of keeping alive and setting down in words on paper what you think and have seen-and there is your essay. -Liawts Bonscmz SYMPHONIES UNDER THE STARS VERY year I look forward with great anticipa- tion to the Symphonies Under the Stars in the Hollywood Bowl. They are a source of much enjoy- ment to me. I can not picture a lovelier scene than the Holly- wood Bowl on a summer night with the curves of the surrounding hills sharply etched against an ebony sky. There is scarcely a sound from the vast audience as the music of the symphony reaches us, accompanied by crickets in the distance. Every once in a while the darkness is relieved by the sudden flare of a match. Here and there I can see tiny points of light from cigarettes. Everything is calm and peace- ful. Troubles seem as far away as the stars under which we sit. The music is like a mist, blotting out harsh realities. A cool breeze brings with it sweet fragrances from nearby blossoms. I can look up at the twinkling stars as I dream, lulled by some masterpiece that has enchanted thous- ands of people all over the world. Each intoxicating symphony makes me respond differently. There is a lump in my throat and tears well up in my eyes as emotion over the great beauty of the scene wells up within me. We in the Hollywood Bowl are in a world of our own. The noise of traffic on the nearby busy boule- vards does not reach us, and distant lights are the only reminders that we are in the vicinity of a great city. Time seems to have stopped, but unfortunately the music does not go on forever. As we leave, I realize that this perfect night and the Symphonies Under the Stars will be among my most treasured memories. -AUDREY Frusmii if ii il 1 SWEET BIRD Sweet little bird, Sweet little song, Sweet you are, Both bird and song. May I have just a bit of your song That I too might be happy, And sing the day long? ,-Isssuxia Moostjnaw