Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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ti 'I'I-IIC HIGH SCIIOUI, ANNUAL PROPHECY. Last night as I lay dreaming As dreams sometimes come to mei I saw my present schoolmates As plain as A B C. ' l .Ns I lay still as dreamers will. In not the least suspense. I thought the day sometime away, 1 dreampt 'twas five years hence. I started off to Berkeley And took the hrst through train. And met an old acquaintance, Ray Shafer was his name. And with him was a lady XVhom I recognized at sight .-Ks an L. U. H. S. student- Our jolly ehum, Jean yVhite. I took my seat, the brakeman passed. 'Twas Leonard, sure as fate. I placed my hat upon the rack, Prepared to calmly wait. .-Xt Sixteenth street Miss l-Iorr was waiting-- - Such was her former name. Before the train had fairly stopt A young man to her came. She threw her arms around his neck And greeted him with kisses, As now, of course, her name was changed, For instead of Miss 'twas Mrs, And Lester stbod a short space off, A book agent was he, Who talked and sold to young and old In gentlest courtesy. Then stepping quickly from the car I hastened to a bank. 'Twas Miss Irene who cashed my check. For 'cashier was her rank. Then gancing in a little room I saw the Presidentg 'Twas Arthur Howard working hard All on the future bent. I heard a brisk typewriter. Johanna made it whiz ln a way that did convince me She understood her biz. Then down the street an engine dashed, Going to beat the band. Millard sat upon the seat With things at his command. As I stood gazing up and down A sign board caught my sight. Easter hats all up-to-date, Proprietress, Miss Knight. l stepped into a large cash store To get some fancy lace. Miss Euna Goodwin greeted me With a bright and smiling face. I glanced at the stenographer As I stood there a-waiting, 'Twas Rosie Miller' as I live And Harrold was dictating. XVhy! hello Dutch, how'S thing? Fine, come on to dinner, lf l'm to he a judge of cooks, every- Then Alma is a winner. Tonight, said Dutch, there is a farce By the U. C. students giveng Tomorrow is a football game, W'e have a good eleven. lVe went that night to see the play, And Ollt came Leo first, And played upon a violin A tune so sweet it must have been in holiness emersed.

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THE HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL .3 l'm not going to--oh, yes, l am too, l don't care-Jack, dear, how do you exist? ll'hen the whole family had been engaged for some time in Utidying up and tixing things. and supper was over. ,lack took Sylvia out on the porch to see the last of the sunset over our mountains, as he Called them. She looked long and silently, then glanced around at the little house and said softly, And do you J't'1lHht' like it here? Yes, very much. But jack. how can you? jack smiled quietly and saidi I can't tell you, but if you stay awhile. by and hy you'll know for yourself. And by and by Sylvia did know, HOv+-? Says Russell to the shorthand class Now we will see if you are fast. A letter to his wife he wrote And then he gave a business note. Now let me see your notes, says he. .And looked around quite knowingly, 'Compared the notes, then gave them back' -And wisely looked around: But never knew that all the time ffle held them upside down, Sing a song of sixpence, Pockets full of rye, Four and ten Sophomores Playing on the sly. VVhen the Professor left the room They all began to fool. l'Vasn't that enough to spoil The line tone of our school? A MODERN CRUSADE. The Crusades, which were so coni- tuon during the Middle .-Xles. have been revived at L. U. ll. S. This Klodern Crusade is carried on by the Faculty for the purpose of rescu- ing the nbarlwarons language from some of the Sophomores and for the cstahlishing' of the civilized and more cnltured .-Xnglo-Saxon. lt is waged primarily against the man he. done, seen and got. The flames uf the teachers' anger has been kin- dled heeause no heed is taken when corrections are made. There is an interesting tradition in connection with this First Crusade. lt seems that once upon a time in a large room on a certain day Prof. Russell was observed in earnest con- versation with a small boy. The boy looked small and the Professor looked tall. When he asl-ed the boy if he had ever learned the correct use of done and did, the lad fearlessly re- plied. Yes, sir. I dfun' that in the Grammar School. tlt is evident that he did.l This incident again stirred the liaculty to a more heated contest. Hy a recent edict of the Faculty. remission from scoldings, after hour lectures. and other suitable rewards are to be granted to all who faith- fully comply with the Terms of Peace. One by one the pupils are enlisting and we hope that before this quarter ends we shall have a standard established and maintained in our school that shall be worth striving for, E. U. H., ,UU

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THE Hlilfl SCHOOL ANNUAL 1 Then Edith Chadwick sang a song 'Twas sweet as sweet could be. Charlie, Bill and joe came out .Xo act the midgets three. XYQ started to the game next day, Miss Peterson we passed. She was talking to an agent. .-Xnd in Real Estate was cast. XYe entered in upon the field. And cheers our ears did greet. XYe saw Earle make a noble dash, XYhicl1 meant our foes' defeat. XYQ stopped and spoke to Robert, VVith joy he was enraptured, For' it did seem he coached the team And that the game was captured. The end has come. the game is won, And on my ear then fell .X mighty shout with joy dealt out, 'Twas California's yell. I And looking out upon the crowd, Two students met my sight, Miss Heidorn andtMiss Collis waived And cheered with pure delight. I made my way to where they stood, They asked me to the feed. Refuse to dine because of time? XVell, now, that's not my creed. Un the cheering mass my eyes 1 cast. Miss Peterson I espied. The U. C. yell she knew quite well searched her soul for sounds to tell of joy and loyal pride. A nd Happiest of all this happy throng Of joy exalted life, Professor stood contented by, ln heavenly pleasures rife, Upon his arm he held a babe. .-Xnd seemed in right good cheer .-Xs oft the child would ask him. XVhat is that, Grandpa dear? Then starting for the banquet hall Our appetites to check, Another student greeted us, Our old classmate, Miss Heck. Arriving at the dining room We got there none too soon- Dewitt was seen with a soup tureeu, A knife and fork and spoon. Miss lva rose and gave a toast, Each ear attentive bent, A And well she carried out her part .Xmid this fair ostent. Dad awoke me from my dream .Xnd lo! 'twas break of day, Alain l am out in the field Pitching wild oat hay. J. M. B., '09 IN MEMORIAM. Prof. I. XVright. tirst Principal of L U. H. S.. died in San Francisco, March 1, 1907. Mr. C. Heidorn. beloved father of our Editor, Edna Heidorn. died at Knightsen, November 21, 1907. Mr. A. S. lloward. beloved grand- father of Edith Chadwick and Arthur Howard. flied at Marsh Creek. March 20, 1907.