Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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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.

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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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THE HIGH SCHOOL ANNFAI, ll The fountain bubbled forth again. The scene on the scroll changed from that of a brilliantly lighted home to that of a well furnished room over- looking the Rhine. Fwo ladies were seated in the room, one reclining on a couch, the other sitting at a window reading aloud in a clear sweet voice. So that I new that Annie, the pride of her class, was touring Europe as a traveling companion. For a moment all was silent and the scroll was a blank then the foun- tain trembled slightly and these words appeared on the scroll: Miss Hattie Russell, the famous story writer, has returned from Europe. where for the last few months she has enjoyed the acquaintance of the European poten- tatesf' The goddess disappeared and for a while l feared that she would not return. Suddenly the water trembled again, and once more the goddess appeared with her scroll. As l sat waiting another scene came to view. lt was that of an office of a noted lawyer and seated at the typewriter performing faithfully and graciously the tasks set before her was Bertha Sanders. The scene changed rapidly to that of a parlor decorated with beautiful flowers, and to the strains of the softly played wedding march, Effie Chadwick. leaning on the arm of her father, marched to the groom await- ing her under a bell of roses and ferns. Once again the goddess waved her golden wand and the picture repre- sented showed Fern Cummings dressed in a nurse's garb, leaning over a wounded soldier in the hospital and trying in her sweet way to alleviate his pain and suffering. The goddess stood waiting Ah but there is another, l said. a boy. For a moment she seemed discon- certed then a silence fell over the place and at the agitation of the scroll another scene appeared upon the scrool. This time it was the Assembly Hall crowded with its members who were listening very at- tentively to a speaker. This speaker was eloquently defending a bill in railroad legislation which he had in- troduced. On account of the char- acteristics and appearances which had been his in his high school days, I recognized Roy Heck. Yes, Roy had become prominent in the State Legis- lature. Suddenly there was a roaring sound and the fountain that had played so peacefully became greatly agitated. VVith a farewell and an expressed wish that I had not been disappointed. my beautiful goddess vanished as mysteriously as 'she had appeared and all was quiet. f . -.3.. 4 THE HIGH SCHOOL AND THE COMMERCIAL COURSE. The average graduate of the gram- mar school has little more than the elements of knowledffe and is yet of little use to himself or to the com- munity. as shown by his small earning power. His proper place, therefore, is in the high school. or its equiva- lent. The secondary school in the United States is of comparative ,recent growth, though dating as far back as the founding of the Boston Latin School of 1635, for in 1850 there were but eleven schools in which a two or four years' course was given. But the number has since rapidly in- creased to 900 in 1980. and in 1900 to