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

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 I ' FRANK KEHOE, College; Pres, of Senior Class; Vice-Pres. of Congress Debating Society; Track; National Honor Society; Student Council; Pres, of Officers’ Club. MARG A It ET U PSCHULTE, College; Sec’y of Senior Class; El Sombrero Staff; National Honor Society; Pres, of Philomathean Debating Club; Student Council; Pep Squad. OAKLEY YANTIS, College; Vice-Pres. of Senior Class; Sec’y of Congress Debating Society; Latin Club; Student Council. HENRY BARNES, College; Treas. of Senior Class; Congress Debating Society; Treas. of Pythagorean Mathematics Club. MISS BROOKS, Sponsor. Senior Farewell These, then, are our last few moments here In which to bid a fond farewell Or spend in silent reverie! Often, from a distance, we have wondered How the summit breeze would feel And whether we would be sad at leaving. Now—now it is bewildering— A feeling of we know not what That holds us spellbound. Afraid to speak lest joy of victory Or tears of sheer sadness of departure Overcome us and hamper The excellent front we are trying to show. This, then, is the maddening surge of love And loyalty that nauseates us With its swiftness and ever increasing power. Making us know as we’ve never known before What it means to sever intangible ties! What folly to have been so innocent Of it all before this last hour! Page 28

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Seniors

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JOHN STEPHENS, College: Pari, of Senior Class: Vice-Pres. of Science Club; Sec’y of Congress Debating Society; Latin Club. RICHARD DENNIS, College; Sgt.-at Arms of Senior Class: Architectural Club; Congress Debating Society; Engineering Club. GUS LEVY, College: Reporter of Senior Class; Pres, of Congress Debating Society; Hi-Y Club: Huisache Staff; Press Club; Extemporaneous Speaker. HILLY GRIFFIS, College; Hist, of Senior Class: Congress Debating Society; Ili-Y Club; Latin Club. CATHERINE WHITMAR, College; Poet of Senior Class; Science Club; Huisache Staff: Mark Twain Literary Club; Press Club; National Honor Society. MRS. WEAVER, Sponsor. Senior Farewell This, then, is the tower of Hope We’ve been climbing toward These eleven years past. The glorious dream we’ve known in the building All of our lives! What sheer, miraculous victory for a moment. This, then, is the death and the birth Of a milestone loved for the beauty It has revealed, sighed over for the agonies Of youthful remorse that are embedded within it. But we must not talk of it now! We must cover our tears with outward frivolity. Our tongue, our hands forbid us say what we have known, somehow we must Sometime impart. Hear then with knowing ears and softened heart What we must pour into one sweet, half-sobbed half-shouted word— Farewell! —Catherine K. Whit mar. Page 29