Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

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. Mechanical Drawing. . Salmi’s Grease Monkeys. . Wood Butchers. 4. The Janitors. 5. Mechanical Drawing. . After Spontaneous Combus- tion. . Our Chefs. . Print Shop Crew.

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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.

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ve UES es IGE SCHOOE! Doors BURST open; students sprawl over the halls; girls giggle and cackle; a period has ended. Everyone is in a hurry to get nowhere. Now and then someone stops to sock a friend. Some girl’s books flop on the floor; the boys tramp on them and give the girl a disdainful look. Gradually the halls clear. By the time the tardy bell rings peace and quiet again reigns in the halls. Moral—Actions speak louder than words. CLASSROOM FABLES LAST CHRISTMAS a party was given for the benefit of the patients of the Cottage Hospital. Gordon Lowe, who acted as Santa Claus, sent the following report to the Hi-Nus. “The first thing on the program was a song by Janet Walker. This didn’t go over so hot because the singer was a little horse that night . “Next was a violent solo by Jack Ryan. Jack proved to be a true pall by giving two pieces. “Following this was a skit put on by Rodney Brothers, Marjorie Shurtleff, Anna Mae Williams, and Don Minor. The play was about a man, Rod, who souled bonds. He married the boss’s daughter, Marjorie. After marrying his financee he had martial disagreements and Marjorie sewed Anna Mae for alienation of Rod’s affections. “After this I impersonated Santa’s Claws, and after scarring some of the little children, I took some of my friends and went on a slaying party in the Berkeley Hills,” [SSE BOOTBALL? THE STANDS groaned and creaked from the frantic yelling of the wild rooters. The drums drumming; trumpets trumpeting; girls shrieking; boys bellowing for an end run. The game was nearly over when all of a sudden the stands quieted. The candy seller had finally galloped across the field to appease the hunger of the crowd. THE SHELVES CLATTER, BANG! A whole shelf of boo ks hit the library floor. A ripple of titters runs through the library. The librarian looks up with a frown on her face. Those shelves in the library are as tricky as “Scooter” Warburton. If you are in a hurry to get a book, at least one of the darn things is sure to fall. These inno- cent shelves have caused more students to turn crimson than any other thing in school. A brother of mine named Joe Pete, The man on the flying trapeze, Had trouble finding room for his feet. Fell to the ground with the greatest of ease, He traveled to Boston, And thus lost his life, In the rush there he lost ’em, After stealing that wife, And he tied up the traffic for weeks. Because he just couldn’t help sneeze! —Evelyn Overaa.