McKinley Junior High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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PURPLE QSSCULD W'Z7 Class Literature - -i. FORGIV EN What has happened, Agnes? said Dorothy as her room-mate came into the room with a sad, yet determined expression on her face. O, one of the girls feels unfriendly toward me, and I am afraid she will never be friendly again. I know who it is, Agnes. It is Mable. I wouldn't worry about her, because she is always' getting in trouble with someone, and you have many friends to standby you. But tell me, what happened? What did she do? Well, said Agnes, when we played basketball today I was chosen as referee because the regular one was absent. Mable overguarded her opponent while playing, but she denied it and became angry when the other side was given a free throw. After the game, she came to me and said all sorts of hateful things to me, and when I tried to reason with her she would not listen, but went away, saying that she would never be my friend, and would tell everyone what I did. Yes, but Agnes, it won't be true, so you should worryg and I surely would never forgive Mable, said Dorothy. ' I will forgive her, if she will ever give me a chance, and I am going to fight un- til I get it, and Agnes clenched her lists and looked so determined thalt her friend was almost afraid. Agnes did get a chance, because one day when Mable was taken to the office and was thought to be guilty of something that had happened. Agnes came to her rescue and proved her innocent. That night, Mable made a visit to Agnes' room. They had a long talk about school spirit, and the last words Mable said before she left were, I will always submit to authority and will always think before I speak. -Bertha Wilms. -1McK-- CHARACTER BUILDING The house that can stand through wind and storm, Is the house with a ,firm foumlatiorz And the land that is governed by right, not might, Is the land that becomes a nation. 'Tis thus in every walk of life, . That which is true will stand, And the man who succeeds 'ln the ways of the world, Is the man who can 'virtue command. Tho' a house's foundatikm be built in a week It takes years to character form Years that are filled with trials and joys Through which 'makers of 'nations are born. -Florence Vanna

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PURPLE it CULD B9 Class Literature REAL VICTORY Estelle was feeling very sad. Just that day, she had broken her resolution two times, Since her mother worked, she never had time to confide in her. She had always found it easier to fib instead of telling the truth. Eselle was popular with her teachers and friends. Nobody mistrusted her and yet she would be talking and suddenly her tongue would slip. Today, she was feeling worse than ever, indeed, she was feeling so badly, she went home and cried. Estelle knew that if she did not stop then, she would always be the ser- vant of habit. She got up, dried her tears and said, I won't do it again. A week passed and Estelle had not a single untruth. The sun was beginning to shine again. When Saturday came, she was singing away at the dishes. Then Bobby, her younger hi other, came in and asked for an apple. Estelle told him there was none, but there were -some. She turned white, and running to the cupboard, she took out an apple and gave it to him. As she gave it to him, she said, Bobby, never tell a lie, no matter what the cost is. Bobby went away munching his apple, and wondering what had made his sister so white. H V ' A -Consuelo Rivera. lMcK-l .CHARACTER In all my life I have never seen A man whose life has been more keen Than that of a 'man with good character. Wherever you are, wherever you go, Remember good character will always show. Character should be mcmis highest aim Good character has won many a 'mcm's fame, Character is a 'word with 'nine letters, When you think of it, do 'nine things better. Believe me now if I do say Good character will 'not be in your way, Just try your hardest to do your best, Good character will always wuz. out in a lest. -Anna Van Eyk.

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PURPLE it COLD S'Z7 Class Literature THE GOLDEN RULE Do you know the Golden Rule? No? It is so simple and so true, and how valuable and precious, it really is golden. How many times have I thought it over, and each time I feel more certain that if everybody realized the truth in it and tried to use it in everyday life, this world of ours would be so much better, just, and happier. But what is the Golden Rule, you may ask? It is, Do unto others as you would want them to do unto you. There is a little story that comes back to me each time I remember the Golden Rule. It is about a little boy whose mother alwa. s called him Sonny. Sonny wasn't really a bad boy, but he was no angel either. gne day he came home very happy and excited and kept on laughing all the time so that his mother asked him What is so funny, Sonny? Oh, mother, he said, trying to stop laughing, I just met an old, old man and he asked me where the hospital was and I told him the wrong direction, and the old man said, 'God bless you my lad,' and he trotted away. Tears filled his mother's beautiful eyes as she listened and then she said, Sonny dear, why did you do it? You knew it wasn't fair to the poor old man. Just think a minute. He mzay be walking for nothing and probably is weak and maybe sick. Sonny, don't you remember the Golden Rule? Would you want to have somebody do the same thing to you when you are old? Would you?V' V V Sonny was silent for a' moment and then he took his mother's hand, kissed it and said, Mummy dear, it is so true. I am so sorry. And there are so many things I wouldn't have done, oh, so many times, if I had only thought of the Golden Rule. It isn't too late for another chance, is it, mother dear? - No, Sonny, his mother said, smiling as she wiped the tears oft' Sonny's cheeks. There are many of us like little Sonny, oh, so many, in this wide world. But the time will come when we will all realize and agree to the Golden Rule. It isn't too late for any of us to begin trying. -Myra Vasilejf. -Mck- WISHING My, I wish I were a flower Oh no, I wish I were a bird Which was made by God's own power A beautiful bird A To be loved by every one Bat where should I fly Never to be thrown away or done. When all the days are dull and dry? Nay, stay, I wish I were a tree Why no, I know A great big tree I'd rather be myself With broad green leaves God knows best To brighten every one's way. Than all the 'rest -Regina Cukierska