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

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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.

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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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THROUGH BTRILIYIRSDSEQIQE KEYHOLE SAN FRANCISCO, April 1, 1956.- The biggest bouquet of the week goes to HAL MELLER and BETTY YOUNG, two of the most promising stars in the dramatic world, for their spectacular performance as two high school lovers in Strolling Through The Park. EDWIN T. RABJOI-IN, dramatic critic of the Morning Sun, and a host of other observers, today congratulated producer Z. CARLOS STEWART and stage manager JACK HARLESS on unearthing two finds who could so capably fill the leading parts in the play written by PETER GEORGE. Everyone on the main stem is laughing at PETE YOUDALL, coach of the Salinas Hot Shots, that world - championship professional football team. The other evening MAX MOORE, reputedly the biggest politician in town, took Youdall to BILL ALBERTSON'S Naughty Naughty Club where the football coach met his old pal GEORGE WAR- TON, now known as Rubinoff. Enna- hoo, when the two old friends got to talking about old times they made so much noise that JACQUELINE J . GORDON, one of the hoofers in the floor show, objected and the bouncer was called. The bouncer at Albertson's rendezvous happens to be that sawed-off individual who goes under the moniker of AL ALTFIELD and who is only half a foot over five feet. He asked Youdall to leave but the coach only laughed, so, with a sneer written all over his pan, Altfield picked him up with one hand, and with a flip of his wrist tossed the honorable Mr. Youdall out on his ear. Yuh see, Altfleld had read MAT- SUMOTO'S book on jiu-jitsu. Coach Youdall was finally let off with a ten dollar fine, by Superior Court Judge CHARLES GALLIVAN, ESQ., after he had been picked up by patrolmen ROBERT HOGAN and ALAN SQUIRES. Seen enjoying PARKINSON'S Thrill Land at the Beach recently were ARNOLD STAMPS, who made a million on stocks, with his secre- tary, AUDREY MEIER, and ROBERT CREIGHTON, who made his fortune winning prizes in radio contests, ac- companied by JANICE HIMMEL- WRIGHT, press agent for the fem- inine side of the Singer's Midgets troupe. VITO D'ACQUISTO, long noted as the world's most graceful tap-dancer, was also espied with JEAN MARIE WILKIN, famous stooge on PAUL LE BARON'S weekly program, sponsored by the STADTFELD GINGER SNAPS COMPANY. The best bets of the week: That dashing pugilist TED WREDE, favor- ite of the women, to overcome ASH- LEY WALCOTT next week in the battle for the heavyweight crown of the world. And 100-1 odds that O'BrienO'Brien CRITA O'BRIEN to her old friends! rises to stardom in her next picture, co-starring BOB SEYMS and directed by JACK SKAHAN. Local girl makes good story: The world-famed Polish pianist Monyaka Swarzalottsky, who makes her ap- pearance in the opera house here next week, is really named HAZEL SAUNDERS. Miss Saunders, Cpar- don us, Swarzalottskyl, made no headway in the musical world until her managerette ANNETTE COO- GAN changed her name to the Polish appellationg then immediately offers came in, the first of which was from the New York maestro, STANIS- LAUS COHN fthe Deekb. FRIEDA KOBLICK'S latest book, Down With The Proletariat and Why Not, published by fDeekJ GEORGE CARTER and SONS, has been ad- judged the tops of somethin' by liter- ary critic VIRGINIA RYAN. AL WILLIAMS, former cider maker, has gone into the brewery business and has as chief beer taster MART TEHANEYg Williams bought the brewery from MARY JANE REEVES and AUDREY FRANKEL, former owners, who gave up the business on the advice of their friend, EVELYN AVERY, local host- ess, when the beer workers, mainly two fellows named CONNIE PRAETZEL and RALPH CRUMMEY, drank so much beer they couldn't work. PETE DRAGOLOVICH'S Chinese restaurant is certainly stealing the crowds from TARANTINO'S Fisherie at North Beach since they got the alluring BETTY NELSON and the captivating BARBARA RANDALL as hostesses. That great designer, MURIEL MILLS, uses her husband, ROBERT fDeekJ HADELER, the chain store owner, as a model when she is at work. The army and navy nearly declared war on each other last week when, at a conference, General SHIPLEY PRUGH asked Rear Admiral KEN- NETH PASQUALETTI if his beard was the real thing. If it had not been for BERGEN PLANT, head of the Frilly-Dilly Steamship Line, and LLOYD ROOT, vice-president of the Itsaswell Railroad company, there might have been bloodshed. Well, here's the end of another day and with the end of another column, as MARY RIEDY, the divorcees' con- fidential adviser, says, I'll be suing you.