Montebello High School - Golden Key Yearbook (Montebello, CA)

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THE MEMORY LINGERS ON Roses bordering the entrance to the building. The first day you enter high school some senior tries to sell you an elevator ticket. Reading the bulletin board in hopes of an assembly to shorten all the morning periods The feeling of suspense when we file into the auditorium. Standing while our alma mater is played. The smell of the chemistry room after an experiment. The study bell has rung signifying the teacher should stop and the students beginf The tension before an exam- lull before the storm. A'Now where were we? You want to be prepared for judgment day. A green eye shade. A slip reading, A'Report to Mr. Loves office at onceff lingering nonchalantly in the halls while classmates studied. lf youve heard this one. stop me. l.eaving class when the janitor bell rings. Trying to study Monday morning after u good time Sunday. Cutting last period to get a seat in the grandstand. Deceiving a substitute teacher by exchanging seats and names. 4'Difliculties strengthen the mind as labor does the body. lt's not the idea of winning. but putting up a losing fight. Chewing on dill pickles at games. Girls in oversize letterman's sweaters. Dirty cords worn as a boys' fad. Why do you insist on irritating me? Each person looking out for only himself while crossing halls. Filing demerit slips weekly. Trying to do an hours assignment in five minutes. Swallowing gum under the teachers eagle eye. The feeling of relief when the study-bell rings. The fifth period passing bell on the day we get our report cards. Please push your chairs under the table. The first assembly after the seniors received their envied sweaters. Drawing Popeye and Wimpy on the tablecloth at the Merit Society banquet. The bands inspiring music in pep rallies. Warming up for a league basketball game. The tree planting on P.-T. A. Founders Day. The locker room chatter after an M. H. S.defeat. Winning a relay by a narrow margin. Smoothing one's silky locks before pictures are taken. Those last few days before school is out. Sign my annual. please. That long march down the aisle on commencement night. Those smiles and tears when you give Mother and Dad your diploma. Saying farewell to all your friends and teachers at M. H. S. Page Thirty-Iwo

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UNPARTED Shout a paean of joy to the skies! Bugle an exultant cry of freedom! Graduation! Release! Release! Release? Unhappy thought . . . with release: Partings . . . Will there be-partings? Some . . . Partingffrom you, Iohn7 you, Tom? you, Mary? No! Mary! dig crimson fingernails into my flesh! Hold me! I fear-this sudden release! Thrust-out-am-I-deluged-with-freedom! Whence this sudden, quiet strength in my veins? Whence this soothing assurance of help? From you? Yes. Attached are we still, Alma Materg All bonds are not hereafter sheared: Your strength will yet succor troubled hearts ln the breasts of the students you reared. ALFRED HARKAN '37 Page Thirty-one

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CLASS HISTORY When we came into high school the country was still worried about the Bank Moratorium, the N. R. A., and the Lindbergh kidnapping. We, however, were con- cerned with nothing of greater importance than the colossal size of the seniors, the impossible intricacies of algebra, and what the English teacher would look like. Frank- lin Roosevelt started to give the Nation his famed New Deal the year we elected Billy Richards to DO SOMETHING FOR US. Dick Polder was selected to help as vice-president, Stuart Rough became secretary and Tom Massey, treasurer. Our one big effort in this first year was our class assembly, A Proposal Under Difficulties. About the time we were emerging from the timidity and awe of our first year and were well on our way to the traditional sophomoric sauciness, the nation was studying such strange new symbols as A. A. A., P. W.A. and N. R. A. We, how- ever, were doing our best to make Pro Merito, G. A. A. and M Club mean something in our young lives. About the time that Mussolini was making Haille Selassie miserable in Ethiopia fhe had the dictator's growing pains of the Empirej we decided to put on a play about growing pains of a different sort-young people. Growing Pains, our first three-act play, starred Charlotte Bongardt and Stuart Rough. It was a tremendous success, as was the First formal tea ever given for M. H. S. girls, a precedent estab- lished by our class. At this time, too, the China Clipper made her first flight: we thought the launching of the Hi-Y rather appropriate, for both Clipper and club demand skill, intelligence, understanding and clear thinking. We came back to school as seniors and found we had to do our homework while the family listened to the radio broadcasts of the Roosevelt-Landon campaign. While the whole world waited breathlessly to hear news of the king's abdication and of Mrs. Simpson, we rehearsed our senior play, The Whispering Gallery. There has been war in Spain: the greatest flood in a decade has ravaged the Mississippi River Val- ley, sit-down strikes have broken out in a nation-wide rash. More important, to us at least, have been P.-T. A. dances, the Iunior-Senior prom, the forming of our dance orchestra, ln Old Vienna, and the Mother-Daughter banquet, Further to set us apart as an unusual class, we may have the distinction of being the last class to graduate from a four-year Montebello High. The old order will change with the completion of the new junior high schools. However, our school dances and banquets will soon become things of the past and our children will be in the same position we are in now. School will be their main interest and the national affairs our, but we shall always look back on our years in M. H. S. with pleasure. And who knows? Perhaps we shall sometimes take time from our busy daily round just to dream for a bit about our student days in Montebello. COMMENCEMENT SPEAKERS Valedictorian .... . .... . .. .,..,... .......,, ........ . ........ .....,,.,,...... .,,,.,..,. S t u a rt Rough Salutatorian .....,,.,. ......,, M ildred Whittenbcrg Class Orator .....,.. ,,.,,..,....... K akuchi Araki Page Thirty-three