Manual Arts High School - Artisan Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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' 1 X V 3 IN MEMORIAM AN NA KRISTOVICH

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TEMPLE BELLS BY BERNARD XVILHELM In the province of Ningh Si In the land Never to Be, Lived a merchant and little daughter. In the garden of their home Gleamed a little shrine VVhite and exquisite, Fashioned like unto the daughter, And named Soo Nahji, Goddess of Love. It came to pass in flowery April, That the daughter drooped, and died, Went away to see her ancestors. VV ith the father's pious kiss Upon her brow Entered then on the journey, The stairway of Stars, To the Land of Happiness. And then it was, that The father went To the little shrine Every ev'ning, for consolation, VVeeping he would kneel And wish for her return. One evening, lonely, -Ever so lonely, VVent he to the shrine for help. It was so still and clear this night, The Stairway of Stars Pointed to the crescent moon. Soft bells tinkled, Moon flowers and wisteria Drooped lower to console him. Voices soft and music, came and went Suddenly a shadow-a rustle! The odor of lotus blossoms! Soo Nahji had come again! Taking him by the hand, She pointed heavenward, And the two began to climb The Stairway of Stars To the Celestial garden Enchanted, Eternal, Of love and Happiness.

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A WORLD CRUISE BY MOLLY BU'r'rREss Iimbarking at Los Angeles harbor on our Seven Seas' Voyage, the familiar sights faded soon, and the boundless blue OCCH11 stretched before us. Southward, we journeyed to Mexico, the Spain of the West, where vast riches lie hidden beneath a cloak of mystery and careless poverty. VVe thrilled at Panama remembering that Balboa here first saw the limitless expanse of blue water and named it Pacific In the spirt of ancient buccaneers, we sailed along the east coast of South America. Southward, the romance of the Spanish Main and the Golden Road invited! Our ship but another treasure ship. VVe saw El Gaucho! the cowboy of the plains, romantic figure sweeping across the vast Argentine! Northward far to old Martinique, the Queen of the Caribbeesf' we sped, and then to New York with shipping from every port of the wide world. Across the broad Atlantic we steamed to London where we visited the British Museum and the House of Parliament, the famed seat of stable representative government which has withstood the acid test of time. From the fog of London we came to Brussels, Belgium, the house of textiles. In Germany and France, we marvelled at the great cathedrals. The natural music and beauty of Spain blended with the delicate architecture of the Moors. The followers of Mohammed here have left an imprint of their life. 1 Too soon we sailed up the tranquil Nile wondering at the pyramids and the unsolved mystery of the sphynx, A short rail journey took us to Jerusalem and the Holy Land. Then we hastened on to Suez and lndia, land of dreams, romance, fabulous wealth and poverty, the country of a hundred tongues and a thousand religions. Sailing on through the tropical East Indies, we entered Singapore, the crossroads of the Orient. Thence to the Philippines and Shanghai, the Paris of the Far East. VVe were entranced by its color and mystery. Half modern, half paga11, it rep-- resents the Asiatics' struggle for democracy against superstition and ignorance. Then the land of cherry blossoms and tea cups spread before us as a beautiful flower unfolding its petals. Once more turning southward into the Pacific, the volcanic mountains of Hawaii rose before us. The songs of many fair brown maidens dancing to the strumming of ukes was our welcome. We were in the land of pleasure and peace, where joy replaces sadness and youth never ages. Onward, ever onward we sailed seeking adventure, romance, and wisdom. Thru calm and storms, safely, we came to the great heaven of peace-home!