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

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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

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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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Jf,-'VL fywcffirta. . I -Gmlo-14, SENIOR LITERATURE A NOBLE DEED lf we bring a little kindness When the sky has lost its blue, To someone whose's unhappy, That's a noble thing to do. We may think our little living Never much worth while may be But there is so much for giving In our hearts if we but see. How we seek sometimes to win us Glory in some mighty deed, When the glory is within us If we only give it heed. So if there is someone near you, You can bring some sunshine to A simple word of kindness, That's a noble thing to do. -ALICE Zntnksxo 1 if ll: X STOP W LOOK - LISTEN If a train is coming madly, And you want to beat it badly, You may rue it very sadly If you try. Quit the race-you may not win it. For there is death and danger in it. For the train in just a second Will go by. -.ALICE Zsxisiuxo if if i if LET'S PROVE OU RSELVES VVhen there are lives forsaken Of hopefulness and cheer, VVhen very faith is shaken And pathways are rough, not clear. Let's bring hope and scatter it VVhere there was none before. Let's show that we can do it And prove ourselves once more. -ALICE ZAMBRxNo K is K F Let me fly very high Into the sky of learning And sink deep Into the depths of knowledge. PORT OF DREAMS Do you come nearer day by day To the port where your dreams all anchored Or do you sail far, far away In a stormy sea, with a cloudy sky? Do you come nearer the goal you seek ln the ship you set by a distant star, Or do you drift on and on Satisfied with the things that are? You are the captain, mate and crew, Of that ship that you bring, So steer it wisely: it's up to you To guide it safely To your port of dreams. -ALICE Zutskaxo if IK: IF 'Xi SPINNING As we held the threads of the spinning. For the web that each day must be spun. VVe thought as we fashioned the pattern Of the whole when the work was done. Are there spots where the threads will be broken On the day when we see the whole? Are there tangled threads or knotted In the web we shall unroll? ls the fabric strong and even? Are the colors soft and true? Have we caught the tints of the sunrise And the oeean's deepest blue? Let us spin the threads with care. Choose the colors of fairest tone. VVe are spinning tomorrow's web For the future is our own. -Arnons Amzovo If if :If is SOMETHING MISSING Same sweet earth and same blue sky. Same white cloud ships floating by. Flowers nodding in the breeze. Same soft rustling in the trees. Little bird with quivering throat. Sings to me. the same sweet note. But there's something gone today. Has been since you went away. -ALICE ZAMBRANO l