San Diego High School - Gray Castle Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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Underclassmen, a c c o r d i n g to teachers, were any Seniors who were noisy in a classroom. Underclass- men, according to Seniors, were Juniors, Sophomores or anyone else they were about to be nasty to. Underclassmen, according to Juniors, were Sophomoresq and that single word was enough to express their contempt. Sophomores were too busy lording it over their former Junior High buddies to worry much about just who were underclassmen. The wide variation in definitions, however, didn't prevent the word Underclassmen from being used. In the mouths of all students of all grades, it meant a large group of not-too-bright students. The great- est fear of a political candidate was that word would be passed around that the Underclassmen were going to vote for him. The attitude of those veterans who had been here as long as two years towards the annual influx of little people was, Loot, they're coming in through the screens! But the newcomers had an attitude, too. They saw in themselves the bright new hope of the Hilltop. They be- gan plotting to take over the govern- ment when, fortunately, they became Juniors. Now they had spent a year here: and, since they had been here, that year must have been per- fect. Therefore, the changes they had wanted to malie as Sophomores must have been unnecessary. They were further speeded in relinquish- ing their old revolutionary ideas, when the new crop of Sophomores made the same amazing discoveries they had. When they became Seniors, the last trace of any energy, selflessness or freshness left them. They were true Seniors.

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J -fx, . -,- -c-, 5 T Now it has come time for us to write a pageful of craclns that will be fully appre- ciated by only a couple of dozen people with gripes on their lips and circles under their eyes-the Annual staff. First, perhaps, we should describe the genius behind this volume-Miss Constance Bowman. Miss Bowman, last September, was a tall, beautiful brunette with a John Milton haircut beneath which nestled a pair of vamp glasses. Miss Bowman now-well. y l jf 't 4 X .-3.-.g-. W-U36 Q.. . When she appointed us as editors last June, we immediately filled all the positions on the Annual with our friends. By Septem- ber, however, we had forgotten our pre- vious patronage spree: and we appointed another crew of friends to the same posts. As a result, we have a matched set of Annual staffs. In October, people began aslcing what the Annual's theme was. ln February, about two months before the deadline, we began Y