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

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x 'Q WXAHCQX sql K, XXX N PURPLE a om A A9 JOURNALISM CLASS, WINTER '27 f ' Top row: Dorothy Finmen, Oscar Gonzalez, John Brewer, Austin Coburn, Carolyn Farrington. . A , ' ' ' Center row: Cora Cirino, Florence Vanria,' Josephine Borelli, Thais Killian, Ruth June Bfittler, Etta Dunn. . . ,, I Bottom 'rowz Trinfita Southwick, MiIdred.Valetine, Helen May, Kathryn Ritchie, editor-in-chief, Beatrice Grossman. ' A , -is In f L '13 O ACQUIRE a no efor news' may be of paramount importance to the cub 1 K I reporter but no one who has ever tried to write a news story will under- V estimate the value of the lead, At least eveiy Trail and Purple and Gold reporter yvhovhas studied journalism with Miss Smith at McKinley ' will testify to the work on evenlthe simplest lead , Rudyard Kipling, famed author and journalist,lwrites the following poem from his experiences as a reporter concerning the facts necessary in the lead: I keep six honest serving men They taught me all I knew: Their names are What? a-nd Why? and When? And How? and Whore? and Who? Thirty-five students at McKinley are studying jour- nalism, nearly all of whom are getting practical exper- ience either on the Trail or reporting for the Annual. The only requisites forujournalism students are that they have reached the ninth grade and have made grades of ' A or B in previous English courses. One of the ambitions that is held constantly before them, is the plan to make 1. the Trail better each issue, and to wage continuous war with the habit of including editorial comment in news- stories. ' ' . Some persons think that anything which occurs may GRACE WILLIAMS SMITH- be termed as news. Horace Greeley, once famous editor, -Inufnalism gives his defintion of news. When a dog bites a man,

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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

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PURPLE '32 COLD A9 JOURNALISM CLASS, SUMMER '27 Top row: Philip Goldstein, Eugene Lockridge, Russell McFadden, Joe Spera, Ralph Beck, Chester Greenway. Center row: Hazel Kinder, Milton Lieberman, Violet Schaefer, Frank De Witt, BeatriceTrapu,ni, Carl Gallardo, Josephine Larson, Fritz Jacob, Arnold Breitler. Bottom row: Jean Zippi, Danny Cotter, editor- in-chief: Mary Hooks, George Sokol, Gertrude Singerman. it is not news, but when a man bites a dog, it is . This illustration shows the con- trast Letween some thing which happens every day anu tout which is unusual. ' The unusual is news. ' When writing a news story, the reporter must have in mind the two types. These are the editorial and the straight news story. A branch of the news story is the feature, which itself may have two meanings. Either to feature an idea, or theme throughout the article, or a regular feature story which takes facts not particularly interesting in themselves and presenting them in an attractive way, are the uses of the feature . The editorial is always written in the first person plur- al, and expresses the writer's opinion or that of those back- ing his publication. Though not a particular type of story, the interview must be mentioned. It may be adopted with success by any type of write-up. If he wishes to succeed, the good reporter must not only secure his facts accuratelv, but he must present them tersely and attractively. No aood editor will allow a story to pass, if it begins with a , an , or the, Losing friends and gaining enemies is sometimes the experience of the reporter, but if he has the irresistible l urge , he will never abandon his stubby pencil and bit of a pad !-George Sokol, S'27. P,.,,,t,,,g SAMUEL J. LEWIS.