Lowell High School - Red and White Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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for lune 1922 -M Too ,Qate The last of the strains were played, The deep-bent head arose, The nervous hand was stayed From rend'ring something more. The fiddler raised his eyes, And gazed down at the throng. Arose from them full many sighs, But such were they that meant no wrong. The fiddler smiled. Two score years Had he worked and prayed for this night, Two score years, amid hopes and fears, Had he tried, without success' light. He faltered, he swayed, his head was reeling now, The throng gasped, and arose From the many, many rows. But 'twas too late. The life Cf the fiddler freely flowed, His success had come too late. -Philip Mathias. S przhg NOW SPRING is here! And I would I were as wild and free As Spring's sweet self that shyly calls and beckons me. I want to climb the hills a-followed by my dogg I want to splash in streams, just jumping log to logg I want to amble slowly through a moist, damp glade Sniffing pungent scents of Springtime in its shadeg I long to feel a keen-edged breeze caress my cheek And in my tingling ears sweet murmurs speak. Alone? My dog's my pal, and whisp'ring breezes, too, And busy, cheerful birds-why these alone will do! Now Spring is here! Oh, how I long to be as free As that fair spirit calling earth to life, and me! V -Flor ence Wilson Tags IS

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7348514 The LOWELL All For His Landlady Fon Two HOURS they argued- 1 It'll revolutionize the railroad industry. Give my invention a chance a11d this will be the most prosperous country on God's earth. The more prosperous the people are the more prosperous the railroads will be. If that didn't get him, nothing would. So thought the speaker, a young, good- looking person, who, although he looked as if he were used to being rebuffed by people wherever he went, yet was discouraged by this grim, cold-eyed man, whose features showed nothing of what was in his mind. He was regarding the model on the table before him, a model of a hill-leveling machine of revolutionary design, which the inventor claimed would make it so easy to build railroads that the country would be covered with them. More trains meant more shipping, more shipping meant increased prosperity for the railroads and the people. So persuasive was the young man, that his listener was finally persuaded that 'the engine was worth a trial, at the least. The young man left with a jubilant smile, or rather a grin, on his face. He had received a check for expenses and was to receive more later with which to build the machine which he represented could level a hill in a day. Now he could look his landlady in the face! bk if Pk 2: I tell you, it was an accident-a weak boiler plate-otherwise it would have worked. I have been informed by the engineers that the machine is a positive failure. Nothing can persuade me to give it another trial. The speaker was a grim, cold-eyed man, with features which showed not a trace of what was in his mind, and he was talking to a young, good-looking person, whose face showed the hopelessness in his heart. Strange to relate, when the young man left, there was a smile on his face. For in his ears were ringing the words of the financier. You're a poor inventor, but you have a wonderful gift of gab. We need a new agent. You're hired.', Now he needn't be afraid of looking his landlady in the face! -I. Maurice Robinson.

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r'age16 'TheLowELL Our Ifylfuefzc 6 We scatter seeds with careless hand And think we ne'er shall see them more 5 But for a thousand years Their fruit appears In weeds that scar the land Gr healthful store. The deeds we do, the words we say, Into nowhere seem to fleet g We count them ever past, ' We think they will not last- But on judgment Day They and we shall meet. God judges you for years gone by, For the love of brethren dear g Keep, then, the one true way In work or play, Lest from the sky Their cry of woe ye hear. -Charles Buchanan. VY Ffoweriv LW A tiny flower bloomed one morn e And lifted its face to the smiling dawn. A sunbeam chanced to be dancing by And teased, May I on your soft petals lie ?,' And a dewdrop whispered from the grass, May I to your slender stalk hold fast F The flower said to both, You may. And its life was sweet and full that day. And when dusk drew near and it closed to dream, It thanked the dew and the warm sunbeam. And we humans also have need of those two- Smiles are the sunbeams, and tears the dew. -Kate M ercado.