South High School - Oriole Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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JtfamurU F ( n ' k y ears a K°- when we, as trembling 1 ’Veshies, saw the strange rooms of vSoutli, the stern teachers, and the sea of unfamiliar faces, we wondered whether we would live to graduate. I ut we u e no longer afraid of getting lost while passing from room to room; we have found the teachers very human and those strange faces belong to old friends. The years, which once seemed so endless, have passed quickly. In- stead of rejoicing in freedom we cannot leave without regret. We have had so many good times and formed so many pleasant friendships that we feel like a large family. We have the distinction of being the last class to graduate from South while the school is complete, for next year many students will he sent to the South Hills High. We have been asked whether we did not wish we might be the first class to graduate from the new building, but we prefer to be the last class to leave South before it is divided. After spending approximately forty-eight hundred hours at South High we naturally have great affection for it. We shall think fondly of even the portables, for what would we have done without the chicken coops to ridicule ? Crowded conditions have not seriously inconvenienced us ; in fact, they have made us better acquainted. In many respects our school life has been very enjoyable. We have found our faculty perfectly splendid. They have been most sympathetic in our trials, helpful in our difficulties, and interested in our activities. We are sure our friends are worthy of the name, for we have had opportunities to see the best and the worst of each other. Having so many fond recollections, we leave regretfully. We know that we shall part with many friends as well as with South, for as our ways part it will be impossible to see much of our classmates. We hope that the future Seniors may feel the inspiration of the schools lofty standards. Here ' s to South, may she live long and keep up her good work ! uUjank fxm T HE compiling of a Class Book involves much labor. We have been sur- prised and delighted with the splendid spirit of the Seniors. Many entered upon the literary work, so that the class did not rest while a few assumed the burden. We wish to thank our faculty advisors for their untiring energy. Though helpful, they gave us all possible freedom in the expression of our own ideas. The financial side is always important. Miss Baker kindly shared the pro- ceeds of the concert with the Class Book fund. We Seniors did not do our part in selling tickets, and we were the objects of so much ridicule that we went after advertisements with unusual vim. We appreciate the kindness of those who gave us ads. Why not turn to the back pages and make the acquaintance of our financial friends? They deserve our patronage, so that advertising in the “Oriole” may become a matter of business and not a favor. 10

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WINNING HIS STRIPES • at buSy ’ bustlm throng that hurried to and fro on Fifth Avenue hL -fTl k £ lty ’ a y° un f man ’ J ack Bradley by name, was walking briskly toward HornCompany 0 ” W S asslstant sales mana g e r of the “Clearout Auto of St ° kke sbor t an d found himself reading the sign in front He Join the Army — America Needs Yon. lanced around and saw that standing by the door of the recruiting- foil i ,-,-1-1 4- f O office was a tall, straight man in uniform. “Looks good enough,” he muttered to himself. Then with another glance at the sign he hurried on. But some unseen force seemed to be holding him back. He stopped and looked around. A very appealing look was on the face of the officer at the door. Nevertheless, Jack went on with a determined gait. Hardly another half square was passed when right under his nose was another sign — - Join the U. S. Navy — Help Your Country! , . , My, but (J id n t the Yankee sailor in the picture have an appealing look upon his heroic face . Jack began to feel that he was a slacker. “You are a slacker!” screamed a little voice in his brain. Reluctantly he walked on He entered the office building and stepped into the elevator. And all the time that little voice was hammering in his brain : “You’re a sneak! You’re a coward! You ' re a shirker and a slacker ' Hey everybody, this little pig stayed at home!” He looked around to make sure that no one was listening to the mysterious 12