Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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THE LIBERTY BELL 2 4 realm ealiz-:sh The voice which sounded in mine ear, Tho' unrecognized, was sweet, It seemed to drive away all fear As I turned, the speaker's face to meet. It was a tall and .graceful maid, Whose voice to me had said, The unfinished part will soon be laid, And our school will surely be the head I seemed to know, and yet knew not The meaning of her words: I was in some familiar shop, But could not make out what I heard. She pointed out a structure grand, Before my very eyesg And then I seemed to understand, For it, to me, was no surprise. It seemed to me, this building new To both of us was known: And very well this maid I knew. In school together we had grown. ISI It seemed to be that self-same schoolg Though it was built anew, And hands that there did wield the tool, ln school had learned the task to do. The name of the school was Liberty, We taught there, it did seem, And tried to raise her in her glory- l woke, and found 'twas but a dream. When years had passed 3 letter came From that school-mate, Susie D., Who had come to teach-well I knew the name, At the new school, Liberty. And to that school I straightway went But I was quite surprised To und it just as I had dremptg And thus my dream was realized. By MARY PARENTI, '14

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THE LIBERTY BELL glffisiurg uf Cfllass uf 1913 By ELAINE XVALLACE, '13. At last the grand end has come. Who could ever imagine us as anything else but dignified Seniors? Never mind. Freshies dear, there is still a chance for you. We were once Freshmen and fully aware of the fact, acted accordingly. We were thirteen in number and thirteen in class though this did not bother us a bit, for in spite of the luckless bakers' dozen we entered upon our four years of study with interest and pleasure. I-'rom the Marsh Creek country came five good students, Anna Winnie, Alma and Edith Cakebread and Emilie,Gruen- iuger. As luck would have it all of them could not stay with us. Anna. Winnie and Alma left us at Christmas time. Now just the youngest sister is at home. Anna was married in November, 1910, to Mr. Ray Jones and is now residing in Stockton. Winnie married Mr. Chas. Meyers and re- sides in Antioch. We have our studious Edith with us yet. Knightsen gave ns one care free girl, Myra Pearce. a goodly student who has I worked hard for the great day of May 23, 1913. Seven more students were added to our class from Brentwood, Esther Murphy, Ruth Pemberton, Harold Collis, Van Prince, Frank Helm. and Richard and Elaine Wallace. l-'rank Helm and Van Prince graduated from the two year Commercial Class of 1911. Frank has a good position in Oak- land and Van is working in San Francisco. The class of 1914 has two of our num- bers, Harold Collis and Esther Murphy. Harold Collis decided to change his course and Esther was compelled to stay out for a year on account ot' poor health. The rest are working on with the help of Judson Swift who joined us in our Senior year. And now that it is the day of our de- parture we pause. and wish that we could return f0r another year. But we hurry and ask that we may only be remembered by the school we love and we hope we will in the future prove what the school has done for us, and make it proud of us. 1 ,

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THE LIBERTY BELL Sclinul Iilruplqerg Cairo, May 14, 1917. Dear Ruth: I suppose you have heard about my father's old aunt coming out to Cali- ornia from Tennessee to see us, and liow the old lady took a fancy to me? tWellJ she is as rich as Croesus, so I thought it would pay to be nice to her, and the result is-Well here I am in Egypt. She is a dear old soul, but she has two pecul- iarties. The first one-I suppose she can't help because it's her name-Mehitable Eliza Susanna Jane! Isn't that a mouth- full? The second is that she goes to sleep every day after lunch and sleeps until dinner time, about half past seven. I might also add that she has a pet aversion toward slang. so I don't dare to use it in her presence or when I'm writing her pokey old letters for her to her pokey old friends. but believe me. I make up for it in my own letters. Well, I mustn't devote too much time to Aunt M. E. S. .Iane's peculiarities but if it were not for the second one, this letter wouldn't have been written at all. Day before yesterday Aunt went to sleep as usual. and I began to cast about for something to amuse myself with. There is a beautiful garden around the place where we're staying. and as I was wandering around it I came upon a young man lying stretched out at full length on the grass. He arose as I approached and I saw it was a Mr. Dalrymple who is stav- lng at the place and with whom I had a I bowing acquaintance. He crossed the lawn and began to walk down the path with me. I told him of my quest for an amusement and be asked me it I had ever heard of Cleopatra's pool. l told him 1 hadn't, so he said we would certainly go see it. He said that whoever looked into it could see what would happen in the future after he had performed certain rites. I laugh- ed at the story but nevertheless I wanted to see Cleopatra's pool. Alter walking for SOIlle time we came to the edge of the garden and there lay a. beautiful pond of the clearest sapphire blue. Cleopatra's pool, said he. Do you wish to try your luck? I laughed and told him that I would like to see my old schoolmates as they would be in after years. He muttered a few words, made a whole lot of funny motions then seized my band and we knelt beside the pool. After peering intently into the blue depths for a, while, would you believe it-the water actually began to take on a grayish tint and I could see faint outlines of trees waving wildly to and fro. I knew it could not be the reflection of those above us br-cause there was not a breath of wind to stir them. Then I could distinguish two human figures a girl in white and a tall n'an in the uniform of a general. He bent his head and kissed her. then turned away and as he turned I could see his face. and I knew at once who it was. It was Harold Collis! Ile looked I