Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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;70uld- ' oe- reformers entreat you to show a little cia s t- .j Jit-- , for you have it. | You hg ve left your own tombstone behind you (or to be le?;. -; - , i deathly, your memorial statue; and on it is the engraven ; epitaph — Merit System. Does it not caupp you. to be fi ' ' lr;d 1 j v;ith conscious pride, and self-satisfactioxi vhen you think of yourselves as the originators of this system ' i Fe only hope ! that you will not have v:a-sted your precious moments in stiug- | i gling so nobly for an end v;hich jould not benefit you; yet -vve j I consider ourselves capable of furthering the success of such vi enterprise. Now in closing, the Assistant Editor wished to state thc t this is not micant as a sarcastic treatise, but as a v ork- of praise told in an elusive manner. The reason is as follows: owing to certain tim.id and bashful qualities of those dopa.rting, carefulness a,s to praise must be used in order to help dispel I their extreme embp.rrassement a,nd self-consciousness. f ' -A • ■•:.- .0| V ' 1 ' j r c: ::: y x rj - -- i y y ' ' ■ ! I i i 1 r ' ■w . ' • 1 1 J j c. . ,■- ■] I ■■ M i i : i U-.. i ' ' icl, I - ' X ' '

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1 1 i! II L i ' -- ' ti i -v ( PALS j i A June day of bright sunshine and cool breezes, a wooded ! hillside sweet in new grass, a boy with the heart and spirit | of youth and the stature of a man-- this portrays for you Jack Benson as he hurried through the woods to the edge of a bab- bling brook. There, concealed by brush, he paused and gave a low whistle, A large collie came dashing up to him, with ex- cited little barks. At the sight of the dog a gleam of admir- ation appeared in his eyes. Jack patted the dog on the head and greeted him, llello ! Sporty, good old pal. You know that whistle don ' t you? ' -inhere is Missy? You lead, old fellow, and 1 11 follow. Lead me to Vera, old man, Sport turned around, and started back across the woods t© the place v hence he had lately come, then back to Jack with im- patient barks. Finally Jack ran at full speed to keep up v ith the dogo In the shade of a huge aspen tree they found Vera hunting for wild berries. She looked up in time to see them approaching, Hello, Jack, she called. Did I speak well last night? You bet you did, I told you so last night, he replied, Yes, but you were so silly last night, I could not rely upon what you said. Tell me seriously whether I did speak well