Mission High School - Mission Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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MISSION HIGH SCHOOL NEI' 097-1 On the last day of the six months both hunters went to the room of their chief huntsman with their hunting bags. When lndustry opened his bag he found all the wild animals in there. He gave every one of them to the chief huntsman in exchange for more than enough credits to get promoted to the higher hunting grounds. VVhen Bluff opened his bag he pulled out part of History mixed up with part of Physics. He then pulled out English and Mathematics fairly well. but when he went to pull out Chemistry and Latin found that they were not even there. In their place out came a flock of worthless animals, so Bluff waited another six months before he hoped to be promoted to the higher hunting grounds. -MICHAEL ToMAsELLo . THE SUNDOWN TRAIL The flame that lights the western sky, Doth linger on the Sundown Trail, Where messengers of Time stroll by With an exalted rapturous hail. The twilight breeze, so soft and low, Joins in their song as on they go. O Mission High, our Mission High, The Brown of earth, the Gold of sky, O, Sundown Trail that leads from thee, To yon gold flame across the seal Though darker fall the shades of night And dimmer grows that golden light, Still ever in the night wind's cry Ring echoes of thee, Mission High. O, harken to that endless cheer, From those who love and hold thee dear. -MARGARET MCAULAY KTIITFIEPYII

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THE MISSION Nou nlfoyh THE TOURN'AMENT AT SHOWDOWN Once as I lay down to rest, my thoughts wandered, and I saw two youthful hunters going to hunt Knowledge in the forest of School Les- sons. One hunter was named Industry and was armed with a rifle called Diligence. The other hunter was named Bluff and was armed with a rifle called Indifference. In the forest of School Lessons there were many wild animals that were hard to subdue. Some of these were called Chemistry, English, His- tory, Latin, and Physics. There were also some worthless ones called Lazy, Idler and Vagabond. They were very numerous, and were much easier to capture than the more ferocious animals. For each ferocious animal captured, the chief huntsman, School Mas- ter, would give four credits. When you had captured at least Hve of these animals, you would be promoted to higher hunting grounds where the animals were still more ferocious. Both hunters set out at the same time in different paths with the warn- ing of the chief huntsman not to shoot at any of the worthless animals, or they would not get all their credits. The first animal that Industry met was History. It did not take Industrious long to shoot History and he soon had him in his hunting bag called Brain Indus- try then met the worthless animals, but remembering what the chief- huntsman said, passed them by without even taking one shot at them. After a few months, he shot Mathematics and English, then Physics, after that Art, and by the end of the six months he finally captured Chemistry and Latin after a great chase. Industry then stored up all these animals in his hunting bag and started home for his reward. While this was going on Bluff was also hunting. The first animal he met was English. After wasting many shots he finally captured it. How- cver, Bluff soon met the worthless animals and wasted most of his time shooting them and having a great time at it. At the end of five months realizing he had only one more month to go, Bluff went hunting after the more ferocious animals. If it gave him a hard chase he would let it go as he was too lazy to follow it. So at the end of six months he didn't have much in his hunting bag, 'iBrain, to boast of. lTweIwe1

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THE MISSION 'WSIB A 4105 llfourleenj Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life Life LIFE is a tear, life is a sigh, is a pitiful good-bye. is a grave 'neath a ghostly moon, is a parting that came too soon. is a heart throb, life is some ties, is the light in a maiden's eyes. is a kiss that is warm and sweet, is a patter of little feet. is a heartache, life is a sob, is a dull, monotonous job. is a hunger food can't suflice, is a noble sacrifice. is a laugh, life is a smile, is a struggle, well Worth while. is a love that is deep and strong, is the strain of an old sweet song. DOUGLAS MELVILLE CONNELLY