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

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El- SUSURR0 And now we watch the pennant race, Two poles of equal height Are carefully selected, one , To left and one to right. Now Best is there for 1910, For the underclassmen, Pugh, One bears the Senior purple and good The other 'the Sophomore blue. A pistol crack, a mighty rush, All breathless watch the climb, To see which pole will bear a flag ln the shortest space of time. Each inch is hotly fought for, ' But Seniors are happy when Best reaches the top a second ahead With the flag of 1910. The score is 20 to 203 The tie-up is at handy And doggedly and ready to die To place their pennant up on high The valient Seniors stand. ' The nine brave under-classmen Are there with warlike glee. Their ropes with grins they all display, They call to all to clear the way, .For they will make short work, they say, Of the Seniors two times three. Now, at the given signal, Forth all the fifteen leapg The odds are almost two to one The job is pretty steepg But how can Seniors better die Than facing fearful odds For their beloved class honor And ancient Senior Gods? The junior boy does bravely Tying up Seniors tall. The Freshies and Sophs make gallant war, lt seems that the '10 must fall. But fish from Carmel river Have made the Seniors strong, And at last they are victorious Though the fight is hard and long. 'Tis placed upon the flagstaft For everyone to see, The pennant of the Seniors, As gay as gay can be. And far above street, now, ln everybody's ken lt floats to tell of the victory Of the class of 1910. Elizabeih j. Easton, 'lI. 12 .

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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

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E!.!l!.!L!M!.?l!.QBM!l?!l EL SUSURRO HEQLEELESLEELE.?L!e!L!.?JI Class f'I'fistory HAT is more beautiful than to climb a high hgaxgj as' mountain and gaze far out on the scenes be- yond. On a certain August day in the year 1906 :QEQ a crowd of eager-faced young people stood ready to begin the ascent of such a mountain. 5 with them were able guides. Behind inthe distance could be seen other crowds moving towards its base. At varied distances up its sides still other groups could be seen already started. Some of those who composed the waiting throng had already traveled to- gether over the plains behind them, some were strangers from distant lands. As the head guide held out abook, the climbers entered into it their names. A tall slender youth with light curling hair and blue eyes in whose hand was a sketch book, put down his name as Angelo Oliver. Another whose conscious dignity was belied by ge merry twinkle in his eye, put down his as Edwin Hilby. Now a manly, shock-headed little fellow, always ready for joke or fun, writes Ernest S, the Dutch kid of Carmel. Further down the page, side by side, appear the names two laughing, happy girl friends, Gladys D. and Edith M., and all these climbers seemed joined by a common interest and joy born of expectation. So they started on their ascent. The path was intricate and bewildering, for they were unused to the brambles. They gazed with admiration and wonder at those further up, and crowded joyfully after each other up the glens, nor heeded the words of wisdom called back by those above. After awhile they emerged from the canyons and their dark overhanging trees. A small group was just disappearing over the ridge of the mountain. They sat down to rest together. Many had been lost from their number in the wilderness below, but those who were left found themselves fresher and stronger than ever. A new will and resolve settled upon the group as they gazed at the dizzy heights above. Down below was another group eager to start, just as these had done so short a time before. They called back half in welcome, half in pride, at their own accomplishments. The journey went on. Now they climbed up terrible dizzy heights, now they rested in sunny dales, now they traveled over level plateaus. Some stopped in the sunshine of the dales and 13