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

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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

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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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MISSION HIGH SCHOOL ewan- - - 06170 AN AIR RAID IN LONDON Imagine yourself and your buddy Walking down Market Street about eight o'clOck in the evening. It is a beautiful clear night, every star in the sky shining brightly, but down on the street not a light to be seen. It is so dark that you can hardly make out an object across the street. It was the month of February in that famous year of nineteen hundred and eighteen, that Mac and I were strolling along the Strand in that won- derful old town of London. You ask, why were we there when we could not see a thing, it was because London held a strange fascination for us, and we could not resist our desire to walk down its ancient streets. Off in the distance we heard the wail of a siren. Soon others took up its weird call, that sent a thrill up our spine. It was not the signal of the fire engines racing to a' fire, but the signal that the Germans were coming to London on an air raid. The people started running in all directions, Mac and I had to hug the building near us to keep from being run down. Within five minutes there was not a soul in sight but Mac and I. We won- dered where everybody was going in such a hurry. It was not long before we knew. Searchlights started to play across the sky in all directions. We could hear the faint whir of aeroplane motors, Bang! Bang! Bang! the anti-aircraft guns started their barrage. We concluded that the war had shifted from France to England. We were standing on the edge of the sidewalk looking up at the sky, when all of a sudden it started to pour down rain, not the kind of rain that wets one to the skin, but a rain of large pieces of shrapnel from the anti-aircraft guns. We knew then why the people disappeared. Lucky for us there was a large entrance to a building just across the sidewalk, toward which we made one leap. The Germans were doing their deadly work. Above the roar of the guns, we could hear the explosion of the German bombs as they struck some building or street, leaving death or destruction in their wake. The whole thing did not last over fifteen minutes. Mac and I thought we had had enough excitement to last a life time, but we had plenty more in store for us in the future which we passed through safely in our eighteen months overseas during the World War.-Charles Zerlang. EDITOR,S NOTE-This is a personal experience of one of our students, a veteran of the World War. IiFifteenl