Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 9 homes, which had -narble steps and fancy tiling look like uncompleted buildings. because the bricks and tiles lie on the sidewalk in heaps and noth- ing but rafters are seen in the base- ments. The people who still have their homes are not allowed to have tire in their houses. Passing along the street at meal time is a sight to behold. Men, women and children running down stairs tif stairs they have! and back again with kettles and pans. Some have stoves on the street, others have bricks covered with a grate on which they cook. One clever invention met my eye as ' passed down Devisadero street. Some one had found an old sink and had turned it upside down. cut three holes in it and used it for a stove. ln one hole was placed a chimney and over the other two were placed the lids of an ordinary kitchen stove. The people pull shutters off their lio-ises to put around their stoves to protect them from the draft. In all this calamity, the people have not f' l'f OltC1'l the St. Francis. Palace, Crand, VVinchester and Golden VVest hotels because their signs are seen fn every stove house as the people ca'l them. Now for the refugees themselves and that is all l will speak of, for l fo not intend to write a book. Pefugees are to be seen on every hill or place they can stay. Golden Gate Park and North Beach being the principal camps. Some of thc refugees saved a little furniture and clothing, others barely escaped with what they had on. Many people, who read the papers say they have exaggerated. Nothing can be exaggerated and I think in many cases. half is not told. And now as we bid adieu to the ruins it seems hard to think where once everything was splendor, there lies nothing but a mass of ruins. Oh! such a state! For the Queen of the Golden Gate For hfty years or more Men have been telling what was in store For the city which was the best ln this great Golden NVest. Not such a fate NVas predicted for the Queen of the Golden Gate. VVho on Easter morn did think That her streets would rise and sink And that fire would destroy The city which to Californians XVas their pride and joy? Like a huge grate Lies the Queen of the Golden Gate. Nothing but ashes and bricks to tell Of the city, which was, before it fell. Yothing but toppling walls. No grand parks or halls. They will build it up again. but it will not lie the old familiar Garden Spot. llere's to the girl trim and neat. .X vision to make one sighg llfre's to the girl pretty and sweet- The girl from Liberty High. x She cr mes to schrvl so early , .Xnd stufies until nine: X llrrs a sn'i'c for everyone, And gets her lessens line.

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8 Tllli IIIGII SCHOOL ANNUAL THE CONFLAGRATION OF OUR METROPOLIS. Contlagration it was for the most part though its origin was an earth- quake! Only forty-three seconds of shaking caused the ruin of the finest city on the Pacific Coast. The quake alone did not do the entire damage but. within ten minutes after. twenty fires were seen in the various districts of the city. The water pipes were wrenched and twisted and many burst: for this reason the water supply was gone. Thus the fire had full sway and swept away nearly everything from the ferry building to Van Ness avenue. north of Market street. where by the use of dynamite fthough in some places it crossed and destroyed a block or twoj, the tire-fighters saved most of the city beyond. South of Market the fire reached as far as Townsend. The streets. especially those close to the water front. were sunken and upheaved in such manner that in some places it was impossible to cross. Street car tracks were torn from the earth and ben-t just as if they were nothing more than mere wires. The entire business part of the city is gone. VVhere once there were large buildings filled with wares. now lies a mass of bricks and steel. The Chronicle building. which is an old landmark. was ruined so completely that the wall, which is standing. is being torn down. The Spreckels building. more commonly known as the Call. still stands though the entire furnishings have been burnt. The Palace hotel. which at Easter en- tertained some uf the wealthiest of the Wfest. leaves nothing to tell of its festivities. but a few walls. which look like ghosts 'f --'ering in the air. The Grand hotel. an annex to the Palace. leaves llul. even a wall to tell of its existence. The St. Francis, which of late has been one of the most fashionable of hotels. was badly damaged by the tire. The Fairmount yet stands. The Mark Hopkins ln- stitute. which crowned Nob hill, is no more. The beautiful Hibernia bank may still be repaired. The Ex- aminer is a heap of stone. brick and steel. The Mint was saved only by hard work. The new Postoftice still stands. though considerably damaged. There are so many buildings with which one is familiar that it is im- possible to mention all here. Thou- sands and thousands are in the same pitiable condition. But two more buildings of importance l wi-ll men- tion now. These are the City Hall and the Ferry building. The former is an entire wreck and little does it look like the beautiful City Hall of old. The latter, fortunately, was only somewhat damaged and can be re- paired. Now for a brief description of the resident portion of the city. and brief it must be for it would take volumes to tell of the ruins of the -Queen of the Golden Gate. Ma-ny of the beautiful homes on Van Ness avenue were utterly destroyed. Some were dynamited. others shaken so badly that they are unsafe to be tenanted. Many homes were thrown Hat on the ground. ln one block that l partic- ularly uoticed, the houses. which were built up off the ground about four or five feet. and under which were base- ments. sank to the very ground, and one house in particular. fell into an- other. The stairs. which before had twelve or fourteen steps. now. in- stead of reaching to the bottom door sill. reach the top sill. Another house on this same block fell entirely to pieces but the lumber did not crack. It 'looked more like a pile of lumber than a wrecked house. The beautiful

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l'l 'l'I'II'l HIGH S ' O . A 'W PRETTY SHAFER. Here's to Pretty Shafer. VVho really knows it all. From writing Latin sentences. To playing snappy ball. To do the first quite well. you see. I run a great big bluff, So every one will know right off My dope is red-hot stuff. Of course, my Iligh School studies Are a secondary thought- They're all so very simple, It's a shame tl1ey should be taught. For Latin is so plain to me, VVhat's coming I surmise. In English, just content myself XVith trying to look wise. And all the other subjects. They're so easy, it's just fun: So I manage to keep busy, Seeing how the school is run. Besides all tliis, I'm also On the editorial staff, For I'm the editor's pet. you know. Of honors. I get half. The girls at school just worship me: They think l'm awfully swellg But I've thrown them down you know, Though there's one I can't throw well. I always lead the fashions. And I look so very cute, No matter what I wear, if it's .X salt and pepper suit. And there's my nifty little cap. VVay back upon my head. There are plenty of other colors Ilut for me. I'll take the red, LH OI It-I VAL So here's to Pretty Shafer lX ho knows not he knoweth not, And when dear pretty graduates, This school will lose a lot. CLASS PROPHECY. It was a beautiful day in spring. The sun shone brighly over head and the birds were singing and flitting about for joy. I was wandering along the banks of a quiet stream vainly endeavoring to see what the Future held in store for the graduates of '06. For some time my pathway led along the bank in the shade of the willows. Coming to a slight bend in the stream, I saw, what from the distance appeared to be a small inclosure sur- rounded by thick foliage so that only the outline was visible. On arriving at the spot I found it to be a cave formed in the side of the mountain and extending partly over the stream. The entrance to the cave was guarded by two large boulders. IfVithin, a beautiful fountain was playing, and as I gazed in admiration upon the pretty s'ene the spray gradually as- sumed the form of a goddess. At I-nee I asked her if she would asist me in spying into the Future of the class of '06. She kindly replied that she would, then vanished for a mom- ent. NVhen she reappeared she car- ried a scroll of white parchment. Whose fortune would you know first? she asked. Pearl Grove's. I replied. At the waving of her golden wand. a death-like stillness prevailed-then a picture. engraved in gold, appeared on the scroll, of an elegant home in the city in which an evening recep- tion was being held. The gracious hoslcss proved to lie none other than Mrs. Foote. formerly Miss Grove.