Monterey High School - El Susurro Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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El- SUSURRO Ely: Tinker-Class :Hush EEE The mighty class of Seniors By their honored 'l0 they swore That the honor of their noble class Should suffer wrong no more By their honored 'l0 they swore it, And named a trystring night, And bade their numbers all come forth, From south and east and west and north, By palest candle light. From east and west and south and north They come both thick and fast, And ropes and paint and brushes Are gathered there at last. Shame on the lazy Senior Who lingers in his home, When all this great assemblage Have come to paint the dome. But never sound of workman Was heard in the school house still, No tootstep sounds to tell their toes What is the Senior's will. Unwatched the artist now ascends, The bravest of their men, And on the dome ot our High School's home He paints a blazing '10. But in our school next morning Was trembling and dismay. The Seniors all were canned, we heard, For three long days of play, For from the school-yard play ground And from the basket-court We could spy there the mighty 'l0, Proof of the Seniors' sport. I wish, in all our High School, There were no hearts so bold, As those of the jolly juniors, When this great news was told. Forthwith they made a pennant Of cheese-cloth red and white, And from the flagstatf Tuesday lt floated brave and bright. 10

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El- SUSURR0 Union High School was that it would corrupt the morals of the Pacific Grove School children- Second Reporter: Yes. First Reporter: lt was that way till Hilby got his position here. Then he proved by a mathematical proposition that there were no morals in the Pacific Grove school and consequently the school children could not be corrupted. V That settled the question for good. Second Reporter: Ha! Ha! Ha! tCall. First Repolter answers.i First Reporter: Hello. Yes this is the office of the Monterey Evening Herald. Who is it? Edith McGowan! Well how are you! How's settlement work ? Yes, we got the Union High, and Kenneth Smith, the millionaire baby food manufacturer gave the funds for the breakwater. They built a pier out from each side. with a gate in the middle. The fishermen drive the fish inside, shut the gate and catch at their leisure. They just had a drive and about a dozen whales, several sharks, and salmon and sardine galore are inside. Yes it is a fine scheme. What-yes, l'm glad to know it. So Miss White is Dean of the English Department at Vassar. Good bye. Second Reporter: That breakwater scheme was a great stunt, alright, and you say she said Miss White was at Vassar? Well! Well ! First Reporter: Yes. Call. lt's your turn to answer. Second Reporteri Hello. Yes. l'll be sure to do it. First Reporter: Who was it? Second Reporter: Only Elizabeth Easton. She wants us to be sure to announce that she has just been elected Pilot of the Mil- pitas Debating Society. First Reporter: Ten cents please. Second Reporter: That Pilot was rather expensive waste paper. C Crash from outside.5 First Reporter: There's that Celestial phone again. Second Reporter: Yes. I wish our new receiver in the fourth dimension would come. I want to connect with Gabriel. First Reporter: That's been happening for the last three days. What'll you bet but that it's Macintosh. lt's funny that they didn't discover heaven was in the fourth dimension long ago. tCalls for copy from outside and both reporters rush out with their papers.J Carolus Viridis, 'I0. 9

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El- SUSURR0 M!l!.?l!?L!g?L!?JU115311 Then out spoke Mr. Mclntosh, Our principal is he, This great thing called 'class spirit' l really like to see. So what can we do better Than have a rushing day, And settle this class rivalry ln the good, old-fashioned way ? So April twenty-second Was wanted for the tight, And many were the plots then layed For deeds of wrong and right. The Seniors planned and plotted To raise their pennant high, For now their '10 they'd painted out tThey had to do it, so without A pennant they would die.l And now the great day cometh, A With its grand costume parade, And all the other honors Before Freshman glories fade. For a baby in a go-cart, Pushed by a mammy black, Followed by three little maidens gay, ls riding forth and back. Next comes the race tri-legged, And the Seniors make much din, For Oliver, Hilby, Best and Lee Are in the thing to wine But down they tumble at the start, And this five points, l ween, Belong to Torre and Schweninger ' Of the class of big '13. The six-legged race to Seniors falls, Myron and William B., And the wheel-barrow race in spite of Greene To George S. and William T. ln the crab-race M. A. Oliver ls victorious once again, And Burbeck wins the sack event For the class of 1910. And now the girls' race comes along, The distance is 25, And the girls are standing ready To prove that they're alive. Edith for '10 does bravely, But of junior fame I sing, And Josephine Decarli now, The swittest runner in school, I vow ls cheered till echoes ring. ll