South Pasadena High School - Copa de Oro Yearbook (South Pasadena, CA)

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COPA to go into the kitchen and Mr. Chapin told the cook to give them each a piece of turkey. So Mae’s wish came true. The following morning a little girl with a sweet, dimpled face came to the back door of the flat. “Is this Mrs. Gaylord?” she asked. “T am Mary Gaylord and day before vesterday a turkey and, oh, just ‘lots’ of things came to our house. Papa is out of work and we weren't going to YZ bd DE ORO have a big dinner, so when mama saw those things she thought Uncle Jim sent them, so we ate them all up. But Uncle Jim told us this morning that he didn’t send them, and when my chum told me your name was Gaylord, too, I thought perhaps they were yours, so I came over to find out. Were they?” “Oh, no, dear,” Mae smilingly fibbed. “Some other uncle must have sent them to you. MARGARET WEST, ’12. YZ 2 A. Woodland Wedding It was evening; it was summer; it was June, and it was fair; With the sweetness of the summer roses, laden was the air, When, to where a group of pine trees loomed dark oainst the moonlit skies, Slowly strolling, what a scene of fairy splendor met my eyes! ‘Twas the marriage of the fairy queen to the king of the butterflies. He was handsome: she was lovely; he Was splendid; she was fair, And a coronet of diamond dew-drops glistened in her hair, And her gown was all of gossamer, dee- orated with moon-beams, Which the fairies had imported from the sleepy land of dreams; While he was gorgeously arrayed—with his wings of sparkling gleams. I. A summer night, and all is still; The stars are all in bed; But now and then, from blanket dark. Peeps out a little head. HES They wink and blink and rustle round. Till Mother Moon looks round to see, And then, with fear of ire aroused, They go to sleep—-those starlets wee. Cheerful fire-flies, dainty fairies, butter- flies, industrious guomes, All the little people of the woodland, hurrying from their homes, From the vista where in’ shimmering folds hung draperies of moonshine Festooned from the dark green branches of the tall and stately pines, Heard with gladsome and exultant joy— when a fairy bell said, “Dine.” ‘Twas with skipping and with tripping and with flying that they went, To the fairies’ spacious dining-hall, each one on joy intent, And they feasted and they frolicked until they were all so gay, That with feasting and with dancing they wore the night away, And they hurried home as the sun came up—just at the peep of day. LAURA ROYCE, ’12. I[l. And all night long kind Mother Moon Must patiently her vigil keep, For night is cold, and children young, And little stars must stay asleep. IV. O! thanks be to those starlets bright, Tis true each wind blows someone good, How dark, indeed, this dull old world Had never stars mischievous mood! HELEN ROYCE, ’12.

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CoP A but the porch bore no able looking packages. “What shall we do?” she the tenth time at the breakfast table. “Why, I know,” she added, quickly. “We can go to a restaurant. Funny we didn’t think of it “No, we can't.” “Why not’ We simply cannot starve.” “We will have to this time.” “But, Jack, there isn’t a thing to eat in the house, except a little can of baked beans and three potatoes. We haven't even any bread or butter.” “We shall have to have beans for our Thanksgiving dinner this time, Mae.” “But why?” she persisted. “IT haven't any money.” “No money? Not a cent?” “Yes, one Lincoln penny.” “Won't you ever have any more? “Oh, yes. I'll explain, seeing that you are really worried. I evidently left my purse at home yesterday. It had only a quarter in it, but that was more than enough to pay my carfare. I didn’t miss it until last night, because the conductor didn’t collect my fare in the morning and Bill Chapin paid for my lunch. He stayed in the office so long that I had to stay later than I expected to finish my work, and the banks were closed when I finished, but I knew you wouldn't need any money today. so long as we weren't going anv place. 1 found a nickel in one of my pockets and that was enough to bring me home, so here I am, penniless, unless I find my purse with the twenty-five cents in it.” “You may find the purse,” laughed Mae, “but the money is gone I spent it for chops last night. We have exact- ly one cent between us. What a situa- tion to be in!” “The eroceries may come still.” Jack said, as he ate a roll left over from the night before. “Why isn't it you have more food in the house?” “T expected we would go to mother’s tonight, and be gone for a few days, so I have been using up everything in the house and didn’t order any new sup- plies until the telegram came and—well they haven’t arrivea yet.” “No, you’re right. They haven't come. I didn’t tell you we had another invita- tion for dinner today, did 1? Bill asked signs of agree- asked for before.” us out to his house. [’m fused now. handy.” The morning was spent in alternately looking for the delivery boy and think- ing of the slim dinner they would have if he didn’t arrive. Several times dur- ing that long morning the odor of a roasting turkey floated across the hall and Jack sniffed the air like a hungry dog. “Please go out and warm those beans, Mae.” he said finally. “I can’t endure this suspense any longer. I’m nearly starving.” It was, both felt across the sorry I re- It would have come in quite indeed, a and very scanty dinner envious of the family hall, who were fortunate enough to have had their turkey de- livered. Every bean was eaten and Mae allowed her husband to have the extra potato, declaring that she didn’t want it. when, in reality, she longed for it more than she had ever yearned for anything before. The afternoon passed the same as the morning. About five o’clock the “phone rang and Mr. Gaylord answered it. The person at the other end of the line was Bill Chapin, asking Jack and his wife to come out to spend the evening; that there was to be a large crowd there, and he was anticipating a good time. Jack declined politely, saying it was rather a bad day to go out. How he wished he could have said any thing but that! If only some kind fairy would lend him a dollar. But Mr. Chapin persisted, and finally offered to send around his machine so that they would not have to walk in the storm from the end of the suburban car line. So Jack ac- cepted and called to his wife to dress in her best clothes and be ready in forty- five minutes, as that was the time the automobile would arrive. “Isn't this a Godsend?” asked Mae, as they rolled along the New York streets in the luxurious limousine. My! I do hope they will have some turkey left over from dinner! Are you sure you locked the back door?” That evening, as about two dozen peo- ple sat about the table, Jack was forced to tell his story of the missing dinner, and much fun and laughter was caused by it, and he and Mae were allowed

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COPA DE ORO Remember Me Long As I stand with my face to the east On a knoll in this sunny land, With my proud pillars towering high, As I hold out a helping hand, Remember me long. All that is beautiful lies at my feet— The mountains, the sea, the air, And flowers shedding their fragrance sweet, With never a thought of sorrow or care, Remember me long. For loyalty, wisdom, honor and truth Which is taught beneath my roof, And manliness, fairness and squareness, Of which each pupil himself is a proof, Remember me long. The violet and rose, when bruised and dying, Their sweetest odor give; So we, when bruised by earth’s rude storms to sighing, tempest-tossed, but on Truth relying— Ah, then we breathe our sweetest hope in trying. ‘Tis then we learn to live; N. F. THORNE, 711. When God’s “Life is real, life is earnest.” Would you climb to realms sublime? Then strive at death to “leave behind you Footprints on the sands of time.” Miss Wishard get that number out radical ?” Jones “How are you going to from under the “Erase the radical.” Prof. (Dictating)—‘Tell me, slave, where is thy horse?” Startled Freshman— “‘It’s seat; I’m not using it.” under my Senior— What have you in Arctic lit- erature ?” Dealer— Cook cals.” books and Peary-odi- Class of nineteen hundred and ten, When out in the world you wander To take your place among men, Full of youth’s hopes and no time to squander, Remember me long. With good to achieve and wrong doing to spurn, With life’s battles to fight and life’s vict‘ries to win, May your mem’ries to South Pasadena ever turn, And your heart be made strong with new courage and vim, Remember me long. HELEN REEHL, 713. Mark you, ’ twas not for your pleasure You were placed in this World School; Nor your fancy just to flatter Were you brought to fight this duel. But the duel of Life is single And the consequence the same, If you carry sword or sceptre, Or just your own plain name. For the end of life must come to all, And when it comes, | vow You will be—or not—remembered By the deeds that you do now! N. F. THORNE, 711. Teacher (in ancient history)— ‘Can anyone give an example of how Ancient History leads up to Roman History and has a bearing on Modern History ?” Brilliant and wise Freshman—Bry- an’s campaign.” Tt is said that truth crushed to earth will rise again, but if it be crushed to earth, it lies; and if it lies it cannot be the truth. It cannot rise again. Conductor—‘Your fare, Miss.” Senior girl— Reaily, do you think so?”