Sentous Junior High School - Comet Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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i H Q25 i y q l All in-cum ' IN LXl-,.... ...I Marion Wolfe, a B9, won the second place. Her poem is quite funny and I'm sure you will like it. It is called The Radio. Marion is in Mrs. Old's English class. Marion will now read her poem. THE RADIO lwinning Second Place in Poetry Contestfl Oh, the radio is a Wonderful thing, Pa would rather have it than a diamond ring. He turns a knob here, and he turns a knob there, Then a screech and then a blare. First you hear: Two cups of milk and one of Hour. First thing tonight is the waltz of the hour. Mars is three squillion miles from here or the moon. This must be mixed with a wooden spoon. The next thing, kiddies, is little Tom Sturvenf' Bake thirty minutes in a very hot oven. Pa turns a knob, and says, Shh, be still! I just know now that I have Brazil. We sit in suspense and silent fear, That a Chinese word he will not hear. K 1 A shriek! A groan! Like an agonized thingy Then somebody else starts to sing. Next, kiddies, is little Dorothy Good, Who has come all the way from Hollywood. F R Tick-tickety-tick, comes in the U. S. code. 4 Coal is sold at ten dollars per- load. :'For now you will hear the bedtime story. 'For sale cheap, a fishing dory. 'You are now to hear a coloratura sopranof 'Little ,Ruth Jones will play on the piano. At two o'clock Ma says, Now, Fred, Turn off that thing and come to bed. He winds the clock and locks the doorg Then peaceful is the house once more. Marion Wolfe, B9. ?...... 5 .1, An A9 also took honors in the poetry contest. The third place, friends of poetry, was awarded to Warren Green, a member of Mrs. Mi11ar's English class. His poem is called The Arrowhead. I-Ie con- ceived the idea for this poem while on a trip to Lake Arrowhead. War- ren will now read his poem. THE ARROW-HEAD lwinning Third Place in Poetry Contestl There is a place in Southern California That Indians hold reveredg It is a mountain tall and grand, Where an arrow-head is seared. 'Twas here an Indian brave has stood, His heart all filled with awe, As, looking at the mountain great, The arrow he first saw. And to this Redman it showed a spring THERE IS N0 SUBSTITUTE FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT it at it U .5 .1

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1 '-51,5 1 I Lx-urn: V 4' -- THE POETS' HOUR 8:00 P. M. to 9:00 P M. Radio SfCl.lf'i07L S.S.S.- The Voice of Ecluf'ation Owned and Operated by Sontous Junior High School, Inc. Radio Super Station S.S.S. Qear friends of radio land, you will now have the opportunity of hearing the results of the semi-annual poetry contest conducted by the Comet As the contest was carried on through the English de- partment, three teachers, Mrs. Millar, Mrs. De Kruif and Mrs. Olds, formed the rules. The contestants were given one month in which to prepare their poems. Many interesting pieces of work have been submittd. But, as we stated in the rules at the beginning of the con- test, only three places are given in the awarding of honors for poems. The judges chosen to decide upon the merits of Sentous' budding poets were members of our faculty here. Miss Bullock, Sentous' Li- brarian, was chief judge. She was assisted by Miss Draper, Sentous' favorite history teacher, and by Mr. Knight, Sentous' famous mathe- matics teacher. - Dear friends of poetry, it gives us great pleasure to present to you the winners of the Souvenir Poetry Contest. This contest is carried on each semester, and places are given only to the three best poems turned in. The pictures of these winners appear in the photographic section of the Souvenir. - There were seventy-two poems submitted. The poem winning first place was Written by Fuji Sugahara, a B8. The name Sugahara is well known to Sentousites, who Well remember certain fine accom- plishments in class room and in sports carried on by brothers of little Fuji. Fjui herself is a fine student. She is in Mrs. Griffith's English class. She will now read her poem, which won first place among all the poems submitted by contestants this semester. ii..-Sli, CALIFORNIA Iwinning First Place in Poetry Contestl California, the greatest state of all, As We hear its bells ring out the call. To gorgeous mountains and valleys wide With beautiful scenery from side to side. There are rivers and oceans bright That always glisten by day and night. The golden sunset's bright array Of lovely colors harmonious and gay. Red, gold, silver, blue and tan, Reminding us of old Japan. We hear the birds chirping all the day As we go along the roadside way. We pass the tiees in orchards iine, Enjoy the roses and the v'ines.I In beauty, climate and all the rest, God made California the best. I Fuji Sugahara, B8. THEREQIS NO sUBs'rrrUrE ron sonooi. SPIRIT'

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-l -J and , li 1191 .- Where water pure was found, And fertile land for him to till 5- Was in the country round. ,A Then visions to the pioneer came, That he could find a home, Where plains were watched by an arrow-head, i i And where the Redman roamed. 5 And so he came into the West, , Q This pioneer so bold, ' , ' Then he discovered gold! L Q. Then came the rush of '49, 3 S And after it was o'er, .: ig They settled in this golden land, 'f f Near the ocean's shore. l E To till the lands and plant the fields- S E The White Man, he now rules the lands, , And Indian chiefs have fled: ' i But all our hearts are held in awe, E Of this great arrow-head. E Warren Green, A9. Radio Station S.S.S.- The Voice of Education Owned and Operated by Sentous Junior High School, Inc. Radio Super Station S.S.S. This, dear friends, concludes the poety program, broadcasted from Station S.S.S. We hope you have enjoyed our poems. Thank you for your kind attention. Stand by. Station S.S.S. will continue on the air throughout the evening. A boy who swims may say he's swumg But milk is skimmed and seldom skumg And nails you trim, they are not trum. When words you speak, these words are spokeng But a nose to tweaked, and can't be twokeng And what you seek is seldom soken. If we forget, then we've forgotteng But things we Wet are never wotteng And houses let cannot be lotten. The goods one sells are always soldg But fears dispelled are not dispoldg Nor what you smell is ever smoled. When young, a top you oft saw spung But did you see a grin e'er grung Or a potato nearly skun? Well, well, there goes another pupil, said Mr. Altheuser, absent- mindedly, as his glass eye rolled down the kitchen sink. The height of dumbness: Can a window-pane be cured by Dr. Sedgwick? i