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

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THE JOURNAL 3 THE SENIOR CLASS Pep! Enthusiasm! Cooperation! These dynamic words have char' acterized the actions of the class of December, 1925, from the very first meeting when Terrell Lewis, a prominent worker around school and past president of the class as Low Fours, was chosen class executive. Other officers elected to serve with President Lewis were Edith Trickier, vice-president; Harold Hocking, Secretary; Theodor Kaplan- is, treasurer; Hal wen Dunker, athletic manager; Sidney Johnston, yell leader; William Power, sergeant-at-arms; Raymond Boege, representa- tive. Lewis then appointed his various committees. Harold Hocking be- came chairman of the Freshman Reception Committee, Arthur Pidgeon of the Dance Committee, Joseph Allendorf of the Graduation Committee, and Theodor Kaplanis of the Senior Jynx Committee. The first event was the Freshman Reception. After weeks of effort the workers of the committee in charge, put on an entertainment for the little folks that said little ones will cherish until they become big ones and can do the same thing for the little folks of their school genera- tion. The program had its hero, its villain, its heroine, and the poor old father; but, best of all to the rosy-cheeked lads and lassies who have recently entered this in-sti-too-tion of learnin’, there were nice, big, red, all-day suckers. When Tess of the Storm Country arrived, the frosh shouted warningly to the sweet, unsuspecting heroine that the villain was about to kidnap her, and when the brave hero entered and started to dismember the villain, the youngsters howled with glee, waved their suckers in the air, and mischievously pulled the pigtails of the little girls in the front row. The hit of the whole show, however, was a chorus composed of the talent of the graduating class grinding out that popular tune Why Do They All Pick on Freshie? It has long been the custom for the seniors to wear distinctive hats as insignia of their superior intelligence. At a meeting given over to a discussion of this matter, suggestions were varied; but it seems that the popular melodrama The Sheik, still sways the imagina- tions of our younger set, for the choice was soon fixed upon the Turkish fez. These hats proved so popular with all members of the class, including the girls, who, for the first time were permitted to wear the distinguishing badge, that Poly has been transformed into a junior oasis. The later events on the senior calendar—the Luncheon, the Jynx, and the Dance—will no doubt equal or surpass the earlier ones, but as the Journal goes to press before their presentation we can only tell about the plans. To celebrate Senior Day, December n, the members of the class have planned a lunch- eon to be held during the noon hour. On this day they will cast aside their mantles of dignity and deign to romp as they did when they were freshmen. They will then attend the lynx, which, according to Ted Kaplanis and his aides, promises to eclipse all previous attempts in this line.

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THE JOURNAL Arthur Pidceon Gwendolyn L. Baker Edward Johanson Arthur Silven Hubert Gacos Melvin Nolan Aimee Davis Grace Conley Malcolm Scott Samuel Bakin Albert Grimm Lucille Boeck Jack Rohan John Keenan

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14 THE JOURMAL The Dance Committee composed of Art Pidgeon, Malcolm Scott, Frieda Kuhl, Millah Mullen, Gwendolyn LangenBaker, Art Silven, and Harold Hocking, announces that a “best ever dance will be held at one of the downtown hotels on January 9, 1926. During the last few weeks of the term even a casual observer is con- scious of a tension in the air, a tension produced by the thoughts and efforts di- rected toward the common goal, graduation. It has been said many times that graduation is an occasion of mingled joy and sadness, and the fact is just as true now as ever before. For, though graduation means the realization of a dream, it also means the breaking of many of friendship's bonds. Saying good-by is not a pleasant experience. We shall all make new friends and develop new interests, but, no matter where we are, our thoughts will often hark back to our high- school days with a tinge of regret for those happy times.