Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

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Twenty-six The Seniors’ Farewell Upon the threshhold of life’s door ‘The Seniors stand, And looking out, they see before The things they’ve planned. ‘They see a golden vista stretched ‘Throughout the years, ‘The life each trusts to live is etched In hopes and fears. Yet standing at that door They hesitate ‘To meet and conquer in this world ‘The ways of Fate. ‘They look again at high school days And high school cheer, And grieve the end of four glad years Is so soon here. Some bravely stand and they prepare ‘To conquer all, While others fear, or do not dare To rise or fall. Blue and Red

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Pasadena Chronicle, Pasadena, California, has an excellent sport page. Why not an exchange column? Technical High, Oakland, recently had a hick day, in which both boys and girls dressed as rubes or children. San Mateo High boasts a fine girls’ team in both baseball and tennis. Why not a separate page for your sports? ‘They are rather lost, sprinkled in with the news. The Red and Gold from Chico is a very peppy little paper. The news articles are well written. Other exchanges which we wish to acknowledge are: The Red and White, Vallejo, California The X-Ray, Sacramento, California The Carnelian, Atascadero, California High Times, Fresno, California U-N-J, Oakland, California The Jeffersonian, Los Angeles, Californie Meteor, Hanford, California Guard and Tackle, Stockton, California The Weekly Nuhs, Woodland, California Piedmont Highlander, Piedmont, California McClymonds Records, Oakland, California The Pendulum, San Francisco, California Generator, Santa Ana, California The Samohi, Santa Monica, California Humbolt Spirit, San Francisco, California Winged “HH,” Hayward, California Fligh Life, Long Beach, California The Stimulator, Florence, Alabama The Mountaineer, Butte, Montana Hi-Y News, Michigan City, Indiana Eugene High School News, Eugene, Oregon. Ka Punahou, Punahou High, Honolulu, Hawaii The News, Dubuque, Iowa. Blue and Red Twenty-five

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They wish for just a little more Of high school fun, But Life holds out the open door And they must come! And so the Seniors say, “Farewell,” ‘To go in quest Of all the beauteous things of life, To find the best. And to their many friends they wish, This message sent, That they are grateful for the help So kindly lent. —Katherine Hutchison ’24. Mom ’s Birthday Present y Johnny looked at the calendar. Day-after-tomorrow was mom’s birthday. Gee, it was a pretty good thing he noticed the calendar or maybe he would ’a forgot it. Gee, what could he give her? Qh, yes, she uced to always say she wanted a stand for her fern. Gosh, that ought ’a be easy to make. Why, he’d made something almost as hard when he made those bookends in manual training. Reflecting thus, Johnny walked out to the old shed where was kept his father’s miscellany of tools. This was a typical shed. In one corner stood an old rake and a broken hoe, a shovel with the handle gone, and a discarded wagon that Johnny possessed at the tender age of six. Several boxes, broken and otherwise, were scat- tered everywhere, while on the left side was a coal bin. This old shed would make a swell workshop. Immediately seized with the inspiration of a fern stand, Johnny carefully made a sign on the outside of the door, “Keep Out,” closed it upon himself and began the labor of creating his gift. Hearing the approach of two playmates, he opened the shed door just in time to silence the “Oh John—nay!” that they were about to shout. “Shut up, can’t you?” he demanded crossly, “Don’t make so blame much noice. I can’t come out, so beat it.” His two friends, curious, advanced to ascertain why he could not come out. Whereupon Johnny told them, “Can’t you read?” and shut the door in their faces. Thoroughly rebuffed, the youngsters departed. Johnny now set to work in earnest. The handles of the rake and the hoe would make excellent legs for the stand if they were sawed in half. He carefully sawed each handle into two parts (they could not be called halves). The ends of boxes, he decided, would make perfect squares to form the top and lower chelf. Unfortunately, no tox had two perfect ends, so he was obliged to use one end from each of two boxes. After many thumb-hittings, and much knocking of nails crooked and mufHed “gosh-darn-it’s,’ he hammered the bottom shelf on, only to discover the board for the top was too big. Blue and Red Twenty-seven