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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of a frosh kneeling to a sophomore. There are many other posters-most of them proving the superiority of the class of 1915 over 1916. But the faces are, after all, the funniest. They are painted and whitewashed every color in the rain- bow. Some are modest combinations, as a green face with red ears, but others make lndians in their war-paint look tame. Une of the frosh spoke to me, and after considerable difficulty, 1 recognized Bob Meyler with a face like an Easter egg. After the rush was all over, the frosh gave their class yell and started their pee-rade. They marched up past the library, singing and yelling, crossed the quadrangle and broke up in front of Sibley,-the college of Mechanical Engineering. 1t was a good rush, as rushes go. The weather was ideal, and spring in the east usually is, and the side lines were well sprinkled with girls-co-eds, town-girls, and a few that had traveled some distance to see the event. l spent most of the time in taking pictures from the side of the field and couldn't help thinking that 1 had enjoyed it more last year and the year before, when it was my face that helped spread the mud. CHixRLEs VVATT SMITH, L. A. H. S., VV. '1O. Dear llliss Miller: 1 was greatly pleased to receive your letter requesting me to write a few words for the Blue and Wfhite. Not that you asked me to say only a few words. but 1 take it for granted that is all you want. The reason 1 was pleased is that 1 am glad to keep in touch with the old schoolhouse on the hill. 1t is nine years since S. '04, as an institution, completed its four Cand in some cases fivel year pilgrimage at the shrine of Mr. Housh and Mrs. Dorsey. And as the years roll on, the memories of those days become more and more precious. You ask for advice. That 1 cannot give, except that you impress on those you leave behind, the necessity of keeping up the traditions of the past. What those who have gone before have done, let those who follow in the future do. Keep up the old habits and customs. Let those be the golden links binding together the future and the past, the alumni and the undergraduates. There is too much proneness in our age to overthrow and reconstruct, with the result that the old is entirely out of sympathy with the new. Keep this spirit out of our school. Thanking you for your courtesy, and with the best of wishes for S. '13, 1 remain, Yours sincerely, EDWIN I. Loiin, April 12, 1913.