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

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that your eyes closed half way frequently and that you could easily dream that you were not where you were at all because the smell made you think that perhaps you were at some banquet where everything was served on a most elaborate scale. That was the coffee house across the way, a most delicious odor. What do your eyes behold? What are those familiar objects that meet your sight ? Those steps to knowledge! Those means of ascension ! Oh, what aching feet they have borne up, what joyous steps they have with-stood! You’ll remember, you’ll remember that you basked there in the bright sunshine or you huddled there in the cold, half frozen but still persistent; you’ll remember that it was from those walks that you left Main and those you mounted first when you had just come. You’ve stood upon them, you. will think; you have sat upon them; you have argued and discoursed there and, yes, you’ve made a little love there too or been made love to there on moonlight nights when everything was susceptible. What a statue of patience and kindness they are and what a monument to joy and wisdom! But they’ll probably glare at you for the remainder of your life if you live here and pass here, unless, of course, we have an earthquake, which isn’t very likely. Oh, you’ll have plenty of things to remember them by so I’ll beg you. don’t forget them. There is another little place that it would never do to leave out of the review and that place is far better known to Main’s students than the old oaken bucket is to the American nation; this place is the front ball. Did you ever think how varied and numerous were its duties? Part of the day it is solemnly and respectfully, very respectfully indeed, without ruffle or frill, decked for school purposes; then in little or practically no time it is elaborately adorned for a dance and all things alien to school life. Did you ever think how often your feet have trod that front hall in swing with the orchestra? Quite a number, I should say. Then since you have done that for me will you turn again and think of the many, many times that you have simply walked there to and from classes. Quite a number more, isn’t it, friend? It’s always been pleasant though, you’ll have to admit; of course there were a few hitches, there are those to everything, but regardless of them you had a pretty good time in your “school days”, isn’t that true? There isn’t any use entreating you to remember your youth if you haven’t made up your mind to not do it already, but you can’t help but remember these things and a million more because they are placed there in your mind in such a way that they a it not easily forgotten so you really can’t help yourself. So— good-bye, good luck, God bless you and further more, may you rest in peace! 1 6