Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

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po ae ON OPENING BUREAU DRAWERS THERE ARE very few persons in this world who know how to open a stubborn bureau drawer. It is really an art that has never been appreciated and probably never will be. I shall list three fine methods. The best method, the one used by experts, is the “indifferent approach” method. Tn this method you enter the room and walk by the bureau, completely ignoring it. This makes the bureau believe that you are going to do something else and it no longer pays attention. You then suddenly wheel, catching the bureau off guard, and easily and quickly open the desired drawer. “he next method, the one used by country folk, is a bit crude, but effective. You walk directly to the bureau, plant your right foot on the drawer below the required one, grasp the handles of the drawer and tug vigorously. This method is least used, because it usually ends in disaster for the person and the bureau. The drawer sometimes comes loose so easily that the person falls over backwards, spilling the contents of the drawer. If these two methods fail, there is still one possibility, the old standby, that of pulling easily, seeing that both sides of the drawer are pulled at the same time. The people who use this method usually succeed in opening the drawer by the fourth attempt, while the other two methods average six or seven attempts. Even though many unsaintly phrases have been directed at bureau drawers, those who have become skilled through practice secretly wish that the art of opening them may never die out-—Ed Simuth. THE HURRICANE COWBOY’S LIFE It roars and howls among the trees, The howl of the steers Dashing and whirling over the leas; In a cowboy’s ears It brings terror to whoever sees Is music of sweetest strain, The Hurricane. And the howling notes é Of thieving coyotes It dashes the water into foam, Is truly a glad refrain. And tears big holes in the fertile loam; ‘ It then continues on to roam, His carefree song, The Hurrican e. As he rides along, : Tells of a life sublime. It raises havoc on the farms, Wiathonie acare Uprooting trees, unroofing barns, Fe will tacty there: And the whole countryside alarms— Throughout ‘the pages of time. The Hurricane. —Catherine Bastin. For a prince’s fate In a palace great His saddle he would not change. LIFE’S ENDING No life could be So full and free As a cowboy’s on his home range. —Phyllis Tandy. The young face looked to graying skies; The still, dead, cold, wide, staring eyes Saw not the hard-fought battle won, But mutely told of duty done. Behind him lay earth’s daily strife; Behind him lay a stormy life; Behind him lay the friends so dear; Behind him lay all hope and fear. Hiss funeral hymn was cannon’s roar; His bier was earth’s hard stony floor; His grave the soldier’s last reward; His silent soul to heaven soared. —Alan Sill.

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Charles Jacobs, who was seldom taken out of play. William Costa, whose constant hard hitting kept the opponent from making any large gains. Elton Brombacher, a fast and shifty quarterback who looks as if he has a good future before him. Tom Martinez, a big, rangy halfback who was coming along great until he had to leave school. John Avila, a promising halfback who may be varsity material next year. Paul Blank, a consistent line-backer who took great delight in smacking them. John O’Malley, probably the best end the Junior varsity ever had. John saw action on the varsity before the season was over. Adolf Anderegg, a sophomore tackle who was constantly breaking up opponents’ interference. Don Bignall, although he received a B letter, played also on the varsity. Don scored a touch- down against Hayward on a 48-yard run. George Jester, an experienced end who specializes on defense. He also played with varsity. Frank Kosich, a tackle who shows great possibilities. Bob Abernethy, another experienced player. It was only his lack of weight that stopped him from playing on the varsity. GIRLS SPORTS . . . THIS YEAR 75 girls, under the instruction of Miss Clara McLaurin and Miss Alice Bagley, went out for after school athletics. Hockey was the opening sport for the semester. MANAGERS At a meeting of the G. A. A. held August 26, the following girls were elected hockey managers: Jewel Davis, 12’s; Ruth Barrett, 11’s; Pearl Anderson, 2-10’s; and Mary Freitas, 1-10’s. HOCKEY The first inter-class hockey game was played between the juniors and seniors, the seniors winning 5-1. The second game was also successful for the seniors when they defeated the juniors, 2-0. The winning seniors, under the management of Jewel Davis, were Linda Ro- berto, Rosalie Graham, Dorothy Wiltz, Annie Erich, Vera Page, Dorothy Heine- mann, Ruth Eichar, Sybil Moore, Serena Rust, and Ann Barick. The senior team accepted a challenge of the alumni and defeated the graduates 4-1], PLAY DAY At the G. A. A. play day held at Berkeley, October 21, Richmond was repre- sented by the following girls: Dorothy Heinemann, Vera Page, Ruth Barrett, Alta Nelson, June Hopper, Olga Milicevich, Pearl Anderson, Lola Machado, Miriam Walsh, Edna Wickersheim, Annie Erich, and Ruth Eichar. AWARDS Girls who had gained the necessary points were presented with awards at the G. A. A. banquet. Teresa Bernardi had 90 points and received the first chevron. Loretta Andrade, Serena Rust, Ruth Barrett and Vera Page received the second chevron for 200 points. The Star, requiring 300 points, was presented to Matilda Dudziak, Beth Drummey, Dorothy Heinemann, Vernal Lowrie, Olga Milicevich, Dorothy Wiltz, and Alta Mason. Miss Bagley, at an assembly, presented the three highest awards to the girls who had gained the required points. Jewel Davis and Annie Erich received the gold pin. Ann Barick and Rosalie Graham received the Winged R. Margaret Foley, Alice Olson, and Linda Roberto received the Circle R.

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FROM THE CLASSES FAME Regarding fame, I used to think that nothing could be fairer, But now I’ve come to see that immortality is rarer. Now Nero was a noble man, and Caesar was a greater; Yet both of them were dead and gone some generations later. Then Bonaparte, whom nations strong, down from their heights were casting, Soon found his conquests faded out, but Death’s were really lasting. Take Washington, and Lincoln, too, whose hist’ry making ended, oS J = And unto Death their trusty heads, once high, were lowly bended. No further envy do I feel for fame or high position, For now or later these must take surrender sans condition. —Stephanie Clark. NATURE It’s nice to get up in the morning, To hop and to skip is your feeling When everyone else is up too; As nature casts o’er you her spell It gives one a feeling of friendship, Of the joy and the greatness of living, A friendship that’s gay and is true. And the urge to do everything well. The sunbeams play “round at your window, It’s a grand and a glorious feeling, And beckon you, “Come out to play, To see others enjoy it too, To join with the birds in their singing, Appreciating old Nature, And help make a more perfect day.” Even as you and I both do. And once you get out in the open, It’s nice to get up in the morning, You'll want to stay out all the time, When everyone else is up too; Just gazing at nature intently, It gives one a feeling of friendship, As she proves that she is sublime. A friendship that’s gay and is true. —Ruth Eichar. A LITTLE TERRIER FOOTBALL IS TAME I’m just a little terrier, First a signal, then a thud, So round and plump and sleek, Then your face is in the mud; But for company any merrier, Twenty-one pile on your back, You'd seek and seek and seek. Till you fear some bones will crack. Close to your ears a whistle blows, I play hide and tag with master, But that’s the way that football goes; And ’round and round we go, Til the old house rings with laughter, Twenty-one climb off your frame; And the walls shake to and fro. Yet someone said, “Football is tame.” I sit up straight and bark my name : I ae : , ? Another signal, another whack, I dance a jig and then I sing; All my tunes—they are the same, But master says, “That’s just the thing!” The line is given another crack; The fans and fanettes loudly shout, The water boy comes scooting out, 7 He gives to me a nice big bone, Our halfback grabs the ball so tight, And oh, how fast away I run And runs and runs with all his might. Out to my kennel all alone, It’s over, and we’ve won the game, To eat the prize that I have won. Two killed but then, “Football is tame.” —Lois Deadrich. —Wilda La Plante.