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

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class history lt is ungracious to talk about ourselves in terms of praise. However, when we speak about our Class, the love we bear for one another, and the affection we feel for the places where we have worked and played to- gether, make us biased in our judgment: consequently we ask indulgence if we become egotistical. We can- T not look over our four-year record without seeing much that is commendableg much that is humanly weak. But happily for us the Lowell faculty always understood our weaknesses while they concentrated on our strength. 1 The first point in our Class history takes us back to the cradle. We were born under lucky stars, for did they not ordain that we should come to the Lowell High School? Blessed stars of destiny! nmnmqki We reached this destined school on january 3, 1933, when we were approximately fourteen years of age-still in the puppy stage. 1 Though fearful of our new environment, our timorousness began to fade when we saw the dog-house and devoured our first wienie. Then up and up and up the steps we toddled to the auditorium for our first class meeting. That climb seemed, then, to be something of a journey. Little did we realize the journeys that were in store for us! At this first gathering we 1net our fellowclassmen and discovered that we were a very good-looking group. 1 We listened so respectfully to the directions given us, that the Faculty cherished the hope that our good manners were permanent. However, such hopes were gay de- ceivers. For shortly after we began breathing the spirit of Lowell, which is charged with energy and the love of liberty, we began to frisk more than we ever had in grammar school. Because of our freshman immaturity we were not organized but were assigned to registry rooms for our first lessons in program-making. 1 That task was simple enough then, as our program was largely prescribed. But as we advanced the electives increased, until we left the restricted fields for the open coun- try, where we could choose almost at will. Almost, l say, because there were always fundamental State and university requirements which we had to meet. To fit these requirements into our senior programs often puzzled our counselors, who marveled that intelligent Lowellites could get themselves into such subject jams. Nevertheless, they solved our difficul- l12l

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ties and thereafter everything ran smoothly. 1 February 2, 1933, was a red-letter day in our first term, for then the Freshman Reception was held. After that we gradually lost our bewilderment and learned our way about the school. 1 Hardly had we become orientated, however, than we became High One's and went traveling over the seven blocks to the Denman building, to serve our second term. Though lamenting our isolation, we managed, through weekly assemblies and inter- registry football games. to keep up our morale, and before long, we found life on the hill very agreeable. Nevertheless, we expected to return after New Years, l934, to our real home. But alas for our great expectations! Our building was closed for earthquake-prooting, and the Lowellites were assigned to the Galileo building. We drew the afternoon session, to the great joy of those who hate to get up in the morning, and there we lived amicably with the kindly Galileans. 1 XVhilc yet Sophomores, however, we looked hopefully towards Lowell. But again our hopes were dashed! The Lowell building was gutted by tire and we had to resign ourselves to a prolonged exile while insurance adjustments and reconstruction work went leisurely on. 1 Our third term at Galileo passed pleasantly. We were now upperclassmen, and our hats were rather small for our heads, especially after we gave our ritzy Class dance on a Spanish theme. 1 During this term, the Fates were very good to us. The retirement of our Principal, Mr. Crofts, made a vacancy which the Board of Education filled by the appoint- ment of Mr. Stephens. But about this time a Junior College had been born, and the lusty infant cried so for our quarters at Galileo, that, for peace's sake, we were sent packing to Polytechnic. Again we fortun- ately drew the afternoon shift. 1 It seemed strange to be housed with our Friendly Enemies. However, all went merry as a marriage bell. On our last day we formed a serpentine, and led by the band, wriggled over the Polytechnic plant. VVas our exuberance due to natural animal spirits, or to our joy that we had loyally held together, and were returning to our real home at the beginning of the new term? 1 Our homecoming has held no disappointments. Here we have learned to love Lowell more and more, and to sing, Happy Days Are Here Again. 1 As Seniors we have worked, but our Faculty, knowing that All work and no play makes jack a dull boy, planned many pleasur- able diversions for us. 1 But all good things must come to an end- even school. On this, our last day, we hold our last class-meeting. Your historian has sketched your happy past. It is for the prophet to foretell your future. That it will be propitious, who can doubt? Betty Moore, Historian, I 13 1 Class of December 1936.