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

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COPA Just to think that after all these years I should have found this picture. Sav- age by name and savage by nature, that was what we used to say, but I really wonder if you were as black as we painted you. No, it can’t be, for your face—why, it is really kind for all its sternness of countenance; your eyes how they pierced our very souls and struck terror into our guilty hearts! are black and somber, yes, even sorrow- ful; those square, set jaws and firm mouth—how they bespeak indomitable will and determination!—tell of a man. But what a tyrant did you seem to us then, with what an iron hand did you rule your little kingdom! Yet how often did that little schoolhouse, the very seat of your dominion, harbor the con- spirators of many a dark and fearful plot. There it stands, high on the hill under the spreading oak. The day is warm and the bees fill the air with their drowsy hum. But inside the building the very industry of the bees is rivaled. The room is still save for the occasional rustle of paper or the scraping of a heel on the floor. Iam afraid that it is the calm that precedes the storm. There you sit on the raised platform, tilted back in your chair at your desk, with books and papers scattered pro- miscuously over its top. Your hair is rumpled, some locks standing persisting- ly on end; there is a long streak of black across your forehead; your collar and tie are disarranged. If you could only have seen yourself as we saw you, Reminiscences DE ORO would you have made little Jimmy of only six happy-go-lucky years stand in front of us all because he tittered and leave him there to hang his head and squirm his toes under the baleful glances that you cast upon him? Perhaps you did see yourself as others see when you looked upon that lanky individual, racing down hill and labeled “The School-teacher” that Martha drew. But could you blame her after she had seen you, hatless, disheveled, coat-tails flying, in pursuit of that fast-disappear- ing black object which served for a pro- tection for your head? That was a day which tried your soul, [ know. Your powers of government were taxed to the utmost when Jimmy, standing by an open window, let forth those vociferous cries on being attacked by a large bumblebee. But could you have expected us to keep silent, with sober faces, when suddenly, without the least warning, you lost your balance and fell backwards? [ wonder if you could fathom my thoughts after the punishment meted out to me that day for disobedience. Such dire calamities did [I wish would befall you! But I had my revenge. You never knew I was listening when you asked the momentous question to Anabel down by the mill and— Why. if it isn’t dark and someone is coming up the stairs! I wasn’t going to let anyone know that I was ruminating here in the attic. EUNICE ATKINSON, 710.

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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?”

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Class zR Shakespeare Roll Call The pietures of the Senior Class appearing on figure 1, reading from the top down, are: DWIGHT BAKER—‘He was a scholar and a ripe and good one.” ALTA BAILEY—‘“‘Item! She doth talk in her sleep.” HAROLD BARDEN—“Comb down his hair. Look! Look! It stands upright.” HELEN REYNOLDS—‘Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low.” ROBERT ESKRIDGE —‘“Do I look like a staff or a prop?” “Would he were fatter, but I fear him not.” Those appearing on the cipher, read- ing from top down and up again, are: MILDRED ALLEN—“Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.” EDWIN LAWYER — 'Those that stand high have many blasts to shake them.” MARY MASSEY—‘So long a-growing and so leisurely.” HOMER WRIDE—‘Why, how know you I am in love?” HESTER LAUMAN-—-“A maid of grace, and complete maj ssty.”’ DOUGLAS RICHARDS—“A man in all the world’s new fashions planted.” MILDRED KEITH—‘‘As brown in hue as hazelnuts, and sweeter than the kernels.” RALPH WILCOX—‘“I am not full re- solved to take a wife.” EUNICE ATKINSON—‘“Let me have audience, I am sent to speak.” REINE ROGERS—“Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?” GRACE WALTHERY—“O! She will sing’ the savageness out ofa bear.” LLOYD COSPER—“A kind of a boy; a little scrubbed boy.”