Main Avenue High School - El Sombrero Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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A noisy, noisy building tho thou art. From you it’s hard, it’s hard, indeed, to part Your four large study-halls, where no one tries To study—very much—but winks his eyes And listens what his neighbor has to say. Drive all such foolish thoughts as studying away. And what a rendezvous you library To lovers sure must be; For here they wander beneath a dreamy look. To meet a girl, and not to read a book. Your upper wings contain some pleasant things Tall building! French is one! And Soild Geom! and Trigonom! And English, hard to comprehend. While just helow does Spanish lend Its deep, beguiling tone. Long-drawn out Civics and great History Give also of their eloquence, To lead the student in a trance Of kind good humor, into virtue’s ways That he may prosper all his days. .T. s. M.

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Belrold! This mass of cold, grey stone! Majestic, bold, and seemingly alone, It stands apart! Here beats the Heart, Here lives the ruling brain of Main! Here’s the assembly hall of dazzling white, Where the orchestras blare forth to our delight. Here great men speak on many a wondrous thing. Here do we cheer them on, or loudly sing! The office, is this tiny room, ’Tis quiet as some ancient tomb— For here the pink slips come and go In an unending, awful flow! Here students paint the trees and sky— Is dedicated to Art. This room, upon the roof perched high. Each paints what most delights his heart! Beneath—deep roots the music of this place, Here harmonies in perfect grace— On violins, or other strings—keep pace With the choruses of boys—in tuneful race! Full many a room holds glories hard to tell, Tho we don’t love these studies very well. Here grim typewriters wildly tap away. Or shorthand “sharks” take notes all day. Here Latin flows, here orators orate, Or Physiology fills many a pate! There Physics, Botany and Chemistry. The “Huisache’’ office—and now last and best— Our Matron’s rooms of peace and sleep and rest! Nay, hold! What odor fills the halls? The Cafeteria to dinner calls! So runs the order of the day. And none are sad and all are gay! 9

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 In this fast moving age. most men Should know some trade or art, for then They’re fixed to combat life’s Vicissitudes and strifes! And so the humbler kinds of trades are taught! As well as those pure cultural ones taught! This entertaining building, sounds all day The buzz-saws wail, the anvils beat Where Carpenters and young Blacksmiths compete To make the loudest noise they may. Woodworkers and Machinists also learn A house to build, or useful tool to turn! And on the second floor, we draw The most artistic things you ever saw! Artistic columns, pillars, and machines, Or furniture to which your fancy leans! And just across, whence comes that smelly fume, Does Chemistry the students’ minds illume! Plane Geometry and Algebra close by Give pains to hearts and tears to many an eye! ! Above such manly arts as these. On the third floor, the stranger sees The housewives of the future sew On the machines, or stitch by hand. And cook, (and learn to wash dishes, too) Such powers of love are these that they command! They know the value of a well maked pie, Or prim, neat dress—to catch a lover’s eye! This building, somehow seems the Home of Love, The young men work below. And the young women work above! J. S. M. II