Los Angeles High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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FOREWGRD My Dear Friends of Summer 'l3: It is an honor which I deeply appreciate to be asked to give the Foreword,' in the Blue and Wliite put forth by your splendid class. An absence of a few months from the old school home has given me an opportunity to study somewhat impersonally the character and work of all our high schools, and has heightened my convictions that no institution surpasses a school in its power to influence for good the life of a community. The graduates of Los Angeles High School, thousands in number, show an enviable part taken in the upbuilding of the life of this city. Many names on its roster are mentioned with honor throughout the state and the nation. Quite as important, yes, more important is the host of inconspicuous graduates who are building better they know as teachers, farmers, mechanics, merchants and business men, in fact the real makers of the homes of our city. The record is one to thrill the hearts of the alumni who, during your Com- mencement week, will celebrate in festival the fortieth anniversary of the found- ing of Los Angeles High School, a notable event, when her sons and daughters will take reckoning of the noble past and plan for the more glorious future. It means much to your great class, three hundred strong, that you are to participate at the very outset of your graduate life in this happy anniversary. You will have an opportunity,-before enthusiasm cools, to determine the part you will take in conserving the high spirit of worthy endeavor and achievement which has always characterized your school and in making large plans for a forward movement. As the foster mother has guarded and inspired the most important years of your lives, so in your maturity you will give a generous outpouring of service in the interests of the great school on the hill which will continue for all time a source of light and power. SUSAN MILLER DORSEY. i zrliiii-4W9Fgi2':5f l-: i'i:sf: fri' f 4 '?Ll3ll' mitral : 5-' : 1 HQ -- -ssh ' - 'rv --gy '- A f-fe, --ff - -5 1 7.,aFiff er ' ,' .,.f.,a-my , Mig -mi.. .14 1 a,w':nT : E.-.E F.i?l3g:'f5Lis L l kll ' IIIVH .,i:'igiT hgilgig-uA11.:iifriI1:EhQ

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1 Weveafegg ' S-H i 996 Q GQ QQ or i 'e egdibee H ag. p gill, i K ...f ll T NS X 1 ' Y N gn Vrgfftggfg' , t N N 5 ,,,, i HI 'fig-ds X fi' ' W ' K, X, E3 Q X p r it 'z.':?:Si:,s 1 , A s f i in f it Am. , x MC Z j if ff A ix XC 'lt ' fi X if Cf., as Cornell University, March 30, 1913. The annual spring rush between the freshmen, or Hfroshl' as they are called here, and the sophomores took place Saturday in front of the armory. Two bands of fifty each are lined up on opposite sides of the field and at the signal they make for each other. All that the sophomore has to do is to catch a freshman and hold him down in the mud for three minutes, while the frosh must first get through the soph's line and then he may return and try to drag a sophomore off the field. VVhen the finish gun is fired, all freshmen remaining on the held are considered as captured, and are taken to the Armory and decorated to suit the whim of the victorious sophomore, and the next rush starts. It rained yesterday morning and the field, pretty soft when the rush started. soon became a sea of mud, although every single boy tried to carry as much of it away with him as he could. l saw several that must have given it a trial as a breakfast-food, as they had their entire faces plastered with it-in their eyes, ears and even oozing out of their hair. Vlfhen the freshman president rushed, he had a number of football men on each side of him, but the whole sophomore line made for him, as soon as they saw him, and they all went down in a heap about four deep, and all that could be seen was a wriggling mass with mud over everything and now and then a frag- ment of what was once a shirt or jersey thrown out to sink in the surrounding ooze. Wlhen the captured freshmen were all decorated, they were sights to give a eubish futurist a nightmare. Here is a six-footer with a week's beard, holding up a red silk skirt with one hand and endeavoring with the other to keep on a baby's cap and protect himself from the sun with a parasol six inches in diameter. Here is another with a background of mud on his face but over that a brilliant green cheek on one side and a sky blue on the other: a crimson nose and broad black bands zigzaging across his forehead and into his hair. He carries a picture