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

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THE MISSION NEIL fSixIeen1 FAREWELL The parting day is here, And soon from school we'll go, With all our learning fair Bright rays of light we'll throw. For here we've spent fair years of youth, And learned the art of simple truth, The years so full of joy and care- These years shall guide us everywhere. O! joyous school, so dear to all! We go away where duties call, We leave behind our youthful dreams- To meet the new and various scenes. Dear school, though now from thee we Thy spirit yet lives in our heart. Thy gifts you gave us shall remain- As treasures dear we'll them retain. Farewell! O school of light! Farewell! You teach mankind, Farewell! Thy glorious might May now some others find. part LIEBA DUBINSKY Deremb er'25

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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

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