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

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VIRGINIA TILDEN SHIRLEY McVEY Fall Editor Spring Editor 7 74 Here it is-your yearbook and Lowell's seventy-eighth Red and White. What, actually, IS an annual, a journal or whatever you may call it? Well-surprise! - it's a book, children. But a certain kind of book. The theme for this year's journal has been chosen as Indian Music, because our school operates like a combination of musical notes blended into a perfect, or almost perfect, har- mony. For instance, an Indian war chant could mean competition on the athletic field, or an Indian love song could mean our rallies and dances, and an Indian harmony could mean the perfectly timed scholastic semester. That's music? To most of the guys and dolls on the reser- vation the yearbook means just one thing - PICTURES. There are pictures of us, of our teams, of our dances, rallies, classes, vacations, and, oh, yes, even of our teachers. We remember that March Fifth, Monday when all Lowell was saddened to learn of the week - end automobile accident death of a beloved teacher, Mrs. Kuhnle. We have dedi- cated this year's Red and White to her memory. We remember Mike Voyne, our old football coach. Well, there is a two-page memorial I I I complete with pictures of Lowell football teams, back ten or even twenty years, This is our humble offering to you-the student body. You will spend a minute or two looking at each page. To those on the staff these 96 pages represent hours and hours of work- honest! But it has a deeper meaning to 256 members of the tribe. It means the end of four long years of study and of fun - it means the breaking off long friendships between the student and the teach- ers. It means the losing of some real close companions! That's the real reason for a book such as the Red and White, to which they, the parting seniors, can, and will, refer in the years to come. Ask some of the teachers here, or the parents who are alumni, or recent grads - if they still have their old yearbooks. The answer in prac- tically every case will be a loud and strong, yesl To the student body officers who leave, it means a permanent record of their accom- plishments in high school! lt means a record of that snow trip, or of the days of relaxation at the River, or the kicks in the court at lunch time. So, here it is. We think it's a good book - we hope you do tool

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P, ,. F fi i AZ ' ' M76 Www wage! The Reservation on Hayes Street!! Within these walls there is a tradition that has existed for many years - the mistakes that new members to our tribe make. Without these mistakes a colorful part of our school life would be missing. We chuckle as new Indians every year ask how they can get up to the swimming pool. Or when we hear one ask, which way to the elevator? One of these bits of tradition is a bit grip- ing - when we are bowled over on the stairs by a new Indian who has not yet gotten used to our wonderful stair plan. Life on this happy hunting-ground runs in cycles. Every six months we lose some braves. Every six months new faces take their places. When we first arrived at this old pile of bricks we were wide eyed at high school life. We had arrived! We were going to be HIGH school students! ln our second year our ego had been con- siderably deflated. There were days during our sophomore year when we dreamed of blowing up the Brick Pile! T' 1 'l When our third year came around we began to get hep to the scope of things. A few classes cut, sunny meetings at China , the get-togethers in the Chief , and a real inter- est in the rallies and dances. Then at long last we have achieved our four- year-old ambition, the four years of study and fond memory. We graduate! lt's a wonderful feeling - leaving at last, but, then, after the Big Prom, we return to the crumbling front stairs of the red monster and sing the hymn! Why? - Tradition. lt has been here so long that we enter into and become a part of it without even knowing it Think of our rallies in the outdoor theatre where we pull up a chair and sit on the floor, or the Block L boys running the axe down the stairs. All that is Tradition. Within these covers is a picture of that Tradition that has made Lowell, Lowell. Z?