Potter School - Shield Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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Eng d0Wn 35119. A ld with 3' Llllon the HS 300 likebmg h0D, and V 21 while ut SP1-but Ut When E. S0 I f f00t of Od, and 5' Came 11d had 8-nk on le that about your Drum h the tter's vould when ingers THE POTTER SHIELD The Potter Field Down at the Fair Grounds, all alone, fOr where the Fair Grounds used to be,j Thereis a field shut in by fences high, That. seem to reach up to the sky, A lonely sight to see. ' Tis the Potter Field, if one should ask. One usually does, as a rule. No, not the burying place for the dead, It's the scene of joy and life instead, And belongs to the Potter School. And every day, if you will note, Fair children come to play. They bat a tennis ball around, Or kick a football on the ground And then they go away. Day in, day out, the same occurs, A movie film unreeled, And many a game has been lost or won, And many a touchdown and many a run . Has been made on the Potter Field. A. v. D., '19, Hooverism Hoover is a patriot true, Our luncheons he has cut in two, Our meat and sugar he takes away, .Very little he allows to stay. Every day with something less, Relieves our allies in distress. Potter boys his wish obey, Our stomachs are in great dismay, Trying hard to win the war, They have respect for Hoover's law. Eddie seldom gives us stew, Remembering it's not the thing to do. Tuesday is a longed-for day, U all the reasons know, Everybody loves the beans Served hot and all aglow. Damon serves the first-class crowd, And his job is no daisy, Yaps and shouts for something more Simply drive him crazy. Ffif teen

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THE POTTER SHIELD A Potter Porridge - IT WAS a Black Knight iniSan Francisco. An Abbott was slowly walking down Jackson Street. Hale was falling, and the poor man seemed in great Payne. A Talbot rather husky Young man, wearing a heavy Browne McIntosh and with a large Dimond pin in his cravat, drove up in a one-Horsford with a Damon the seat beside him, and asked the Abbott what caused him such Payne. The Abbott looked at him a minute, and then said, Several Summers ago I was a Dean in one of the best universities in this country, but I did not like my work. I wanted to join the church. After much studying I became a Bishop, and my boy grew into a strong Young man, of whom I was very proud. After a while my son fell in love with the daughter of a lazy Miller, who never worked, but spent most of his time trapping Beaver. I did not want him to marry the girl, but when I said so he became very Moody and told me that I had' a heart of Stone. So I let him have his way, and he married her and built her a Newbauer at the foot of a Bigelow hill. For some time they lived happily. She used to Cook the food, and I gave them part of Mailliard, as theirs was very small. Then one day they came to San Francisco and I read that he had watched her drown at Sutro baths and had made no attempt to Fisher out. After this he stole a lot of money from a bank on McAllister street, and has not been seen since. This gave me so much Payne that I went away and became an Abbott. Since then I Doolittle but wander about Fuller sorrow. f'What's your name? asked the Young man. Rear, the Abbott replied. Orear! exclaimed the youth, my father. Bachman! exclaimed the aged one, or I'll Pierce you with this knife. Put up that weapon, cried the youth, now very angry, or I'll Hammer your brains out. It looked as if a fight was on, but at this moment there was a sound of Drum and Fyfe and a body of soldiers appeared, crying out that they would Lynch the combatants. Folger arms, shouted the Captain, or you'll both be buried in the Potter's field by tomorrow Knight. The man in the McIntosh attempted to escape, but as the one-Horsford would not start he tried to Wheeler away, but an Eddy of wind blew off his hat, and when he stopped to get it he was caught. Try to beat it, eh?,' bellowed one of the soldiers in great anger, as his fingers closed upon the Adams apple of the would-be runaway. Nobody Home When you've bats in your belfry that knock, When your Hcomprenez-vous rope is cut, When there's nobody home In the top of your dome, . Then your head's not a dome, it's a nut. Fourteen

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THE POTTER SHIELD lm Deutschland 5 CHAIL, Majestat, Emperor Extraordinary and Calcium Chloride! The German Chancellor trembled with fear as he gently bounced his forehead on the floor before his Kaiser. With a gesture of regal condescension the Emperor bade him rise. ' . Speakl he thundered in a truly Kultured voice. . All highest Roast of Pork! began the Chancellor, gazing with awe upon the sublime features of the Monarch. I have to report that the first American troops in the trenches arriven have, and our first line are harassing. . With a roar of rage the Kaiser jumped to his feet, tripped in the folds of his royal robes, and sat down gracefully on the spike of his helmet. For some unknown reason he rose immediately, if not sooner, and was again thrown on his seat-or rather seated on his throne. In a voice slightly more Kultured than before he shouted such choice epithets as ''Derhelmetdergottverdamntestaselsorrenl which, in our barbarous tongue, means Chl Mercy! or something like that. Besides, continued the Chancellor, disregarding this slight interruption as if it were an everyday occurrence, besides, four of our airplanes have been brought down by these Yankee Vandals, and also- - S Stopl intervened his Majesty, wiping the blood from his helmet with his coat- sleeve. It is a military necessity that our people nothing of this hear. Inform them that we have instead the latest American forces outwiped, and four of their airplanes destroyed. In fact, tell them the same things that you always them have told. Like the famous Mr. Greenbaum, they will anything believe. The Chancellor scratched a flea in thought. Very good, oh Sublime Sapoliog as you it have decreed, so shall it be done! So saying he backed out the door, slid down the stairs in reverse order, and scattered in all directions. Slowly the Kaiser got to his feet, removed the remnants of his breakfast from his magnificent mustache, and spoke silently as follows: a The Hymn of Haten is a wonderful thing, For all the blessings it doth bring. Without it I would have to die, For even 'fGott has passed me by! You see, we had a little fight, But he vas wrong, and I vas right, Me und Gott could not get along, For I vas right, und he vas wrong! B. D., '19, Seven Wonders How Mr. Dean can exist and eat so little. How Sloss restrains his tears when he looks in the mirror. How Greenbaum can roll the bull', with such ease. How Mr. Walker would look wearing a smile. How Tynan's car would look without him in it. How Callaghan would look with a mustache. How the SHIELD will look when it is finished. Sixteen