John Burroughs Middle School - Burr Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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HOME ECONOMICS CLASSES AT JOHN BURROUGHS

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GIRLS' LEAGUE COUNCIL Girls who try lo smooth the cares of J. B. girls and fhelr numerous affairs. They fill their duty and all do please, their work is finely done with ease. BOYS' DEPUTIES To support lhe saying, Men must rule, these clever boys help run our school Their efforts are line and please one and allg they always respond to dury's call, SAFETY l-IOM EROOM

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T I-l E C U E By WINIFRED CLARE Most of the men on the road wear their hair in cues or pigtails. Some have it loosely braided, which shows that they have the same disagreeable traitsof character as those men in America who always wear their hats on one side of their head. They shave the whole head with a razor once in ten or fifteen days, excepting a circular position or the crown, four or five inches in diameter. The hair on this part is allowed to grow as long as it will grow, and is braided into a neat tress of three strands. It naturally falls down the back. The lower part of the cue is securely fastened with coarse silk so that it will not unbraid. The ends of the silk are left dangling. When the cue or braid of hair is not of itself. long enough to suit the fancy of its owner, it is lengthened by braiding in it some hair which has been combed out of other people'S heads, and arranged with great care in bunches for their use. The ambition of some is not satisfied until it is made to reach down within a few inches of the ground. When at work, and at other times when the cue would be troublesome, it is coiled about the head or thrown around the neck, but to appear in the presence of their superior or their employer with the hair thus coiled indicates a want of good manners. When the Manchus came to China nearly three hundred years ago, they wore cues, but kept their hair cut short. At once everyone began to let his hair grow as a sign that he was not a criminal. Since the revolution most of the men in the great cities have given up the cue, but in the country it is still common. TI-IE ROMANCE OF LOW SING By LORRAINE AVERILI. i As I sat at my desk wondering what to write for our annual on Chinatown, I was grabbed by the arm and flung out of my chair. Grab a hat and coat and come, was the brief command I received from Ned, a friend of mine who worked on a newspaper. .. My protest that I had work to do was overruled and in a few minutes we were on our way to Chinatown, or so I had been informed. Upon arriving we went down a dark alley, in a doorway, and then I was rudely pushed in a chair. Before I had a chance to say a word an elderly Chinaman entered: You are Ned Russell, I believe, said the low voice of the man who, I discovered, was Fish Duck of the Suey Sing Tong. ' ' l .haven't much time, replied Ned, so let's get right on with the story. Low Sing was taken to the hospital, began Fish Duck, because of serious wounds received from Ming Long of the Kwong Dock Tong. ' Ned interrupted to tell me that it was in the eighties that this happened. Some of the boo how doy or hatchet men were sent down to talk to him, continued our narrator. The Suey Sing Tong held a meeting when the men came back. They reported Ming Long had tried to kill Low Sing. But why? was my question. It is quite complicated, said Fish Duck. There was little Kum I-lo, the slave girl. She was to be married to Low Sing. . Still, why should Ming Long wish to kill him? I asked. Ming Long loved the little slave girl and since she wouldn't have him he resolved to kill her loved one. I had grasped by now that we were hearing the inside story of one of the tong war mysteries. But what was Fish Duck saying? -A We, the Suey Sings, challenged the Kwong Docks. The battle took place at twelve that evening. At the stroke of twelve, at a low command, knives waved, hatchets flashed, and the battle was on. Shortly after, one of the Suey Sings gave a loud shout and after one final rush, the Kwong Docks took to their heels. The sound of police whistles broke up the rest and soon the street was as silent as a factory at noon hour. But what about Kum I-lo and Low Sing and Ming Long? I said, as it sounded as if he had finished. To conclude quickly, came the same low voice, Low Sing got well and married Kum Ho. Ming Long went back to China. . Ned grabbed my hand and before my mind had cleared he said, Here you are, kiddy, hop out. I've work to do. Before I could thank him he was gone, but l had material on the first tong war on the Pacific for my annual. . A '