Mountain View Union High School - Blue and Gray Yearbook (Mountain View, CA)

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Three years of striving: what has it brought us? Oh, yes, we are about to start our fou rth and last year of high school, the year that has been our goal. One which you would were past, then one that you would again like to live through if only for a single day; yes, the Senior year. The social events of the year were started with the Junior-Senior barn dance. It was a most enjoyable en- tertainment. The gym was decorated so that it certainly looked in all respects like a regular bam. The Junior Carnival, which was also held in the gym turned out to be a big success. A special show The Murder of Marat, given by Mr. Wheeler ' s Advisory held its audience in suspense during its entire perform- ance. With Ray Potts, Commander-in-Chief, of tht entire Carnival, it just couldn ' t go wrong. The Junior-Senior picnic produced fun and good- feeling for everyone. With our total enrollment of seventy-five students it was very possible for us to contribute to the school athletic teams. The major part of the football, basket- ball, baseball, and track teams were composed of Juniors. These fellows will certainly supply fine material for the teams of next year. At this time we wish to thank our class advisors, Miss Shultz, Mr. Wilder, Mrs. Gordon and Mr. Grubb for their fine work in coaching us through the school year. 10 |

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E SOPHOMORES have taken an active part in the various school activities this year. We have four or five members on the squad of each sport. On the Scholarship Society we have the largest number of members. We have greatest number of students tak- ing music. We gave the Freshmen an initiation party which turn- ed out to be a dance, and we are now planning a class picnic. 3 n iMnuortum to $?iu litssoncttr The old must sit aweeping With tears from a sightless eye, The old must live on ever, And only the young may die. When one we knew has left us Don ' t ever breathe a sigh; Of course, I know you ' ll sorrow, But only the lucky die. Who knows what art or science Still slumbers undisturbed? Who knows what mighty river The dead youth might have curbed? Who knows? — but why repeat it, Or let my fancy fly? For only the young and lucky Are given leave to die. Our Jean ' s departed from us; He did just as God willed — Though his child dreams were half-blossomed And those dreams were unfulfilled. When time comes for our going From this world of loves and hates, Jean will be waiting for us Right there by Heaven ' s gates. 21