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

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i limrMciter — Continued Clark’s rest room. Hanging between the two floors like Mohammed's coffin, is the book room, on the stair landing. Then, in the basement. there is the much abused but patiently efficient cafeteria. Whenever, in the future, you hear a buzz like that of a Brobdignagdian bumblebee, you will think of the buzz-saw in the third building. The manual training rooms, the chemistry rooms, and the physics room stand out, with the other class rooms a pale memory on the outer edge. The front yard—usually dignified by the name campus” but such a homey place that we can’t call it that in remembering it—has seen more friendships made, broken, cemented, and forgotten than any other place in the world. Anyone who forgets it, with the huge trees and the green grass flecked by the wriggling spots of sunshine filtering through the leaves, will be a sufferer from aphasia, nothing less. Those wonderful steps leading up from it were always crowded at noon, the various “Cliques bunching together and talking, giggling, scrapping. When you remember all this, you find yourself wishing you had never graduated, don’t you? Twelve

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Alma Mdfcr HERE is a definite personality that will forever hover around that group of three buildings which is Main Avenue High School. There are characteristics and lovable peculiarities to every square foot of them that will never be forgotten. The nucleus- the second building! The old board steps, worn with the tramp from class to class into little hollows, are reeking with memories. Even the pools of water that had to be crossed on a long plank during wet weather can be remembered with pleasure now that our feet are nice and dry. In that building are the study halls and the library remember? Close to it, and connected by the memorable bridge from which you threw apple-cores at the janitor or under which you read the bulletin boards of the clubs, you will remember the first building. Beautiful and imposing, it has more memories of socials than classes. The big front hall with its checkerboard stone floor still wears the scratches made when you danced on it. Branching off it are the office with its “mourners bench”, the roomy auditorium where you have laughed, intently listened, or yawned, and the Museum, palace of freaks. Upstairs is that eternal sanctum and sanctuary -Mother Eleven

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To Main Graduates How beautiful a thing is youth; and how wonderful in its possibilities for stout courage and enthusiastic resolve! How beautiful a thing is the joyous freshness of the high school student! and how wonderful his dreams of empire and his impulsive daring! How beautiful a thing is the God like striving of the young boy and the young girl; and how wonderful their possible discoveries of world magic and their myriad opportunities to go “over the top!” One thing America believes; that only through education can the people rise to greatness and to the possession of virtue. The men who founded the Republic; and the men who made it secure; and the men who lead it forward to new discoveries of truth and goodness were brave men; were consecrated men; were educated men. My dear friends, study to understand nature, seek after truth, strive to be near companion to wisdom,—remembering always that “the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom and to depart from evil is understanding.” v fri«nri Thirteen