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

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Both Phones 327 Phone 188 Milk famine, not fed, Starvation, he’s dead— A Freshman. “VERY young fellow wants to 4 look a little better than the other fellow—he can do it, too —if he wears a Brenwood suit and the other fellow doesn’t. @ Want to look your best? Sure! Then get into a Brenwood suit—and do it now! $15, $18, $20, $25 and up to $35 And Brenwood RENNER WOO Hats and Brenwood B Responsible for Brenwood Wearables D Shirts, too! 37 enh ons Avenue COPA DE ORO THIRD ANNUAL OF South Pasadena High School STAFF Editor-in-Chief - - - HELEN MASON Business Manager - CLAUDE HUNTER Assistant Business Manager - CLARK SWAN EDITORS ASSISTING Literary - - - LOUISE MASON Art - - - - EDNA FERRY Debate and Alumni - DAISY TROTT Society - - - - CORA VAIL Athletics - HAROLD HUNTINGTON HELEN FREEDLE Josh and Personal - PALMER RITCHIE ia ae PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF SOUTH PASADENA HIGH SCHOOL, 1911 OFFICERS President : - DAISY TROTT Vice President - - CLARK SWAN Secretary 2 - - LOUISE MASON Treasurer - HAROLD HUNTINGTON RECORD PRESS, SOUTH PASADENA MR, GEORGE C BUSH We, the Class of 1911, take great pleasure in dedicating this Amal to Principal George C. Brahh aman whose ebery thought is for the fwelfare of our school, and fhose actife and enthusiastic trterest at us has been shofun throughout our four years of high school life. “Sululeay, [enue ‘Aou00g “ff d “AW ‘ISN ‘TBA JOMABH Sst ‘sorjVMOYIVy ‘PABYSIM JIB Sst ‘YSBuq “Yyouoy] “VW “W SSI ‘[BloIOWWIOH “SpaBApA “f “| AW—MOL 1OMO'T s1JBIQ puB IV ‘asBeyO BPW SSI ‘18 qd Buistasadng ‘ysng ‘9 “5 “AW ‘Youer1y put eouelag ‘SunoX ourjepeW ssl :eous!os o14sewod ‘QBYOA YRABS SSI ‘sesenSuey ‘yoood uvof ssi{ ‘9uIspog “AOUYoLL epnsz1ey Sst SA1OPSI ‘[VALOUIIQ-oo1A ‘AIGVH “| L AW—(IJe] Oy} wory peat) Mor reddy ALTNOVA 'TOOHOS HOIH DAISY TROTT PALMER RITCHIE LOUISE MASON MARGARET BRICKELS CLAUDE HUNTER HAROLD HUNTINGTON MARIE AXTMAN Class of Ninetren-rleven A LA CHAUCER Me thinketh it accordaunt to resoun, To telle yow al the condicioun Of ech of hem, so as it semed me. H. Huntington: “So hote he lovede, that by nigtertale He slept namore than doth a nightingale.” Kitsuda—‘‘His resons he spak ful solemnely.” Cora Vail—‘In curteisye was set ful moche hir lest.” Louise Mason—‘With lokkes crulle, as they were leyd the presse.” Helen Freedle—“She was a worthy womman al hir lyne.” Marie Axtman—‘“And ful plesaunt and amiable of port.” Edna Ferry—‘“‘Of studie took she most cure and most hede.” Daisy Trott—‘“That of hir smyling was ful symple and coy.” Mable Everett—‘“And Frensh she spak ful faire and fetishly.” (?) Helen Mason: “Hir nose tretys; her eyen greye as glas; Hir mouth ful smal, and ther-to softe and reed.” , Palmer Ritchie—‘‘Fall big he was of brawn, eek of bones.’ Clark Swan—‘“Curteys he was, lowly and servisable.” Genich Kadoya: “And short and quick, and ful of hy sentence. Sowninge in moral vertu was his speche.” Claude Hunter: “Nowher so bisy a man as he ther was, , And yet he seemed busier than he was.” Margaret Brickels—‘In fellowship wel coude she laugh 1 i { THE FATE OF A “QUEENER” JOHN THOMPSON, ’12 “T say, Jack, where are you going?” “Well, fellows, I hate to leave you this evening, but a cousin of mine from Chicago has just arrived and I must go around and see her—I mean him.” Jack Harvey was just leaving the “frat” house for the sixth evening in suecession. All the fellows were in the big living-room, lounging around, when he tried to sneak off. “Something has to be done with that accomplished lady fusser! Look here! This is about the fifth, no it’s the sixth, night in succession that he has been away to see his ‘aunt from New York’ or ‘a friend who got hurt in a street car accident,’ or someone about like that. It’s queer he doesn’t go to see the same one twice. We ought to make him appreciate this place more. Let’s give him a reception when he comes home tonight.” Thus spoke “Hon” Baker after Jack had closed the dcor. All were heartily in favor of the plan and set merrily to work preparing the reception. They placed the popular record, “You’re Gwine ter Get Somethin’ What Yo’ Don’ Expec’,’ on the phonograph for the first musical number and went on with other preparations calculated to please Jack on his opening the frat door. “T wonder if any of the fellows are up yet. It must be one o’clock at least. But I feel sure I heard some kind of rough-house upstairs. Everything is quiet now, though. I'll slip in quietly and iry not to dis- turb their pleasant dreams.” These were the thoughts in Jack’s mind as he turned in from the walk and went up the front steps to the door. He listened intently for an instant, then boldly pushed open the door and stepped into the dark hall. ‘‘Br-r-r-r-r-, You’re Gwine Ter Get Some- thin’ What You Don’ Expec’.” He jumped a little at this unexpected voice. It sounded “queer,” to say the least, coming out of the darkness, beginning low and rising almost to a shriek. He laughed at his fright when he discovered a string from the door to the phonograph. “Maybe I better take off my shoes and slip upstairs to bed before the fellows hear me,” he said to himself. “It looks as if there’s going to be something doing if I don’t.” Step by step he began his ascent, pausing on each step to let the creak die away before he took the next. Behind each door upstairs, lurked shadowy draped forms, bending back and forward in convulsions of suppressd laughter at the thought of what was coming. Little did Jack suspect the excitement he was causing as he stopped on the fifth step. Would he never take the next? At last he did and hit the trigger that brought a shower of pans, kettle lids, and tinware of all descriptions with rattling, banging din. The strain was too much for Tod Williams, who let out one little giggle, but the noise of the pans drowned it. On his guard now, Jack felt along the banister as he went. At the turn in the stair his hand hit a cord. He jumped back, but too late to avoid a bucket of ice-water suspended from the railing above. It was almost too much for those waiting up stairs as they heard him muttering things to himself. Without further mishap, and without seeing the huddled figures behind the doors, Jack reached his room. He gave his bed an expectant kick and felt better to see the side rails fall with the mattress and covers to the floor. “Now I'll sleep in peace,” he thought. But, oh, how short-lived was that peace! No sooner did he hit the bed than he arose with something that resembled alacrity, for he had discovered seven thumb tacks and one innocent little dead mouse. The obstacles having been cleaned away, he once more ensconced himself on his downy bed. With yells of laughter and delight the whole “frat” ran into his room, turned on the light and formed an admiring circle about Jack as he arose, blinking, on one elbow. “Run, turn on the water, Tod,” yelled “Pistol-head” McCary. “Jack, don’t you know it’s morning? Wake up, sleepy head.” “Ts breakfast ready?” Jack managed to say. “For breakfast we’re going to wash our faces. Have some break- fast, or must we feed you?” “T don’t care for any, thank you,” Jack said sleepily. “Oh, come now, you always have been a heavy breakfaster. Well, fellows, to keep him from dying for lack of breakfast, let’s feed him.” At this they all seized him and roughly pulled, hauled, and carried him to the bath-room, where they held him suspended for an instant above the tub of cold water. Then all let go at the signal and ran to bed, laugh- ing at the gasp for breath made just before, and mighty splash, made just after, hitting the water. THE GEM OF THE YOSEMITE EDNA FERRY, ‘11 “Here, porter, won’t you please call us at half-past five in the morning, that we may have an early start for our horse- back ride?” The obliging hotel porter promised to waken us, so we retired to our rooms for a good night’s rest. Could it be we had closed our eyes and slept, in this short time? It must be so, for, thump, thump, rap, rap, somebody was surely trying to batter down the door. Slowly, uncertainly I turned over and called out sleepily to the porter, for it was he, “All right,” then forgot every- thing else, so intent was I in trying to trap a grizzly. Just as I was about to spring the trap, someone began to shake me gently, but systematically, back and forth. ‘What is it?” I said, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. “T thought we were going horseback riding this morning,” said my friend, “but I see you intend to sleep until noon.” Now thoroughly awake, I jumped up, dressed, hurried down to breakfast, and within half an hour was ready to mount my horse with the others. We selected a pleasant road leading through the woods and cantered leisurely along, enjoying the bright, fresh May morning. Oh, how pretty it all was! Pine and fir trees, cottonwood and oaks towered above us; the sweet wild flowers of the Yosemite, especially the azalea, banked the sides of the Merced which flows through the valley. Wild rose bushes, fragrant with blossoms, lined our path, and infinite numbers of larkspur, columbine, golden stars, tarweed, buttercups, Indian paint brush, wild lilac and many others smiled a pleasant good morning at us. Birds chirped and sang around us, while gorgeous butterflies and bright-hued flying insects of various kinds flew about our heads or sipped their morning repast from the blossoms about them. Ferns, moss and pine needles carpeted the ground, tempting weary pedestrians to stop and rest. To the right of us, to the left of us, in front and in back of us towered the mighty, granite walls from two to six thousand feet above the floor of the valley which is itself four thousand feet above sea level. Occasionally little unnamed waterfalls could be seen trickling down some steep mountain side. In one sweeping glance I could see the lovely Yosemite Falls, the Royal Arches, Half Dome, Glacier Point, and the Sentinel. Oh, the beauty and the grandeur of it all! Surely here we could say that, “Beauty is crystalized in object form, and sublimity is materialized in granite.” It makes one feel so small and insignificant to stand in the presence of such mighty works of God. While we were looking about us, trying to take in the splendor around us: the clear, sparkling, trout-filled river, the picturesque camps scattered along its banks, the mountains, trees and flowers, our road turned suddenly and we came in sight of what shall always be to me, the gem of the Yosemite, Mirror Lake, just before sunrise. There it lay, surrounded on every side by high, rocky cliffs, fringed with trees and foliage, a truly gigantic mirror. Every rock, every tree, everything about it was reflected in its placid waters as perfectly as though it were a piece of glass. We dismounted and tied our horses, then walked to the water’s edge to wait for the sun to appear. Suddenly there was a soft, silver glow in the water. “Look, look, the sun, the sun!” There it was climbing slowly over the mountain tops, peeping at itself in the mirror, shyly at first, then more boldly, until it finally stood forth in all its glory and brightness, casting the most beautiful amber lights in the water. By the time the light had spread over the lake, the perfect mirror effect had disappeared, so we reluctantly mounted our horses and turned away from Mirror Lake, with another wonderful picture stored away in our mind. oe |) eee a eo ee, ee FRESHMEN IN COVENTRY AND OUT BARRETT KIESLING, ’13 “Say, fellows, I move we send Leslie Carter to Coventry. A boy that has no more sand and grit than he has should be ostracized for life.” “You bet. A fellow that wlil stand by and let his chum drown ought to be hooted out of school.” These indignant statements arose from a group of boys on the cam- pus at Horrowell “prep” school one beautiful afternoon in spring. It was the outcome of one of those regrettable incidents that mar school life for many boys. Leslie Carter, the best swimmer in school, had lost his nerve at a critical moment while swimming with his chum who, being struck with cramps, was unable to hold himself above the water. Leslie, for some unaccountable physical reason, was unable to make a move to help his school friend. His schoolmates, quick to judge right and wrong, took the stand that he had a “yellow streak” and they unanimously sen- tenced him to “Coventry.” Coventry is the name given by school boys to the practice of absolute ostracism of any boy committing an unfair or dishonorable act. It is the worst possible thing that could happen to a boy, for, while under the sentence of “Coventry,” he is shunned by his fellows like a pariah. A boy walked rapidly down the path from the Academy, carrying several books under his arm. A small school cap was perched upon his mop of curly brown hair. A well-developed figure and a strong face formed an exceedingly pleasing combination. His face, however, was clouded and, as he met the group, he bent his eyes to the ground and passed without a word. Immediately after his passing, the group fell into a buzz of recrimi- nation and indignant talk. The ringing of the bell for recitations, how- ever, drove all other thoughts from their minds for the time being. Leslie Carter, pursuing a moody and lonely way to his room, felt blue and down in the mouth. Unavoidably meeting with some of his former closest friends, he received stony looks and averted faces in reply to a friendly “Good morning.” Such things are not especially favorable for a light and happy frame of mind and we cannot blame him for feeling extremely unhappy. Reaching his room, he ran into his roommate coming out with a load of clothes, books and small pieces of furniture. “Why, Harry,” he cried, “surely you aren’t thinking of moving? Surely you don’t think I would have let him drown if I had been able in any way to save him? Have I ever been a coward on the football field or the track? Did you ever know me to flinch in athletics? T can’t explain how: adh “That’s enough; that is all I want to know,” coldly replied his former friend and confidant. “Your lack of an explanation for your conduct has branded you as a despicable coward. Tonight you will be in ‘Covent ry’, which will not lift until you leave school. Kindly let me pass.” SOPHOMORES This last rebuff was too much for the boy’s overburdened feelings and tears rushed to his eyes. Brushing them away, he clenched his teeth and said, “Going to ostracize me from school, are they? This is where they get badly fooled. I’m going to stick this thing out if it takes all the century,” and with this defiant resolve he dashed for his next recita- tion. Things went on in the same manner for several weeks. Leslie Car- ter was still in Coventry. All groups and conversations broke up upon his approach; in the athletic room he was always left the sole possessor of a bench, and in the eating hall his table was always vacated upon his approach. Even with his attitude of defiance he found this relentless ostracism a tremendous strain upon his will-power. He at last took his meals after the rest of the school had finished and substituted long walks for the regular athletic work to which he had been accustomed. He was sorely missing that one thing that makes school life enjoyable, that spirit of comraderie which accepts a boy for what he is, not for what society and money have done for him, and he was rapidly budding into a morose, sullen, defiant man when an incident occurred which changed the whole course of feeling towards him. One night just on the eve of the Easter vacation, when the whole dormitory was quietly sleeping, out rang the alarm of fire. Leslie awoke with a start. Sticking his head out of the window, he saw the flames shooting out of the top of the dormitory. Suddenly it flashed into his mind, “The Pelton twins are up there, locked in their room for disobeying the master.” Slipping on his clothes and a pair of slippers, he ran up the stairs, three steps at a time. Soon, however, he was forced to halt on account of the flames and the choking smoke. Shielding his face with his arm, he rushed up to the door of the room in which the boys were, and, with superhuman strength, born of necessity, he crashed through the door with one blow of his shoulder and, snatching one of the already stifled boys in his arms and throwing the other over his shoulder, he staggered down the already burning stairs. As he crossed the threshold into the outside air, a cheer greetd him and, falling in a faint, he was caught by a hundred boys who rushed to him. In a few moments he opened his bloodshot eyes. His old chum, Harry, was supporting his head, while the other boys looked on solicit- ously. Suddenly a cheer broke out, “Rah, Rah, Rah! Carter, Carter! Rah, Rah, Carter! Rah, Rah, Rah!” Sinking back, he smiled a happy smile and said, “Thank God, I’m out of ‘Coventry’ ”’, and again fell into a dead faint. A REMINISCENCE MAUD HERRING, ’13 From the first moment I arrived in Rome it seemed to me as if I were in a dream, and from various comments it evidently showed plainly in my face. SHorINor The day after we arrived in Rome we enjoyed a visit to that world- famed Amphitheater, the Coliseum. After viewing the exterior, and ex- hausting every exclamation in the English language, we strolled inside. There the proportions are so gigantic that nobody, I care not who he be, can truly realize the enormity of it until he views it for himself. As our guide explained its appearance at the time of Nero, with its gorgeous scarlet velvet and gold curtains, I became so carried away with it all, that it evidently was quite noticeable. So our guide, with one pitying glance, turned to me and said, “What a pity you didn’t live at the time of Nero!” But no less was I impressed with Saint Peter’s at Rome, the largest and most imposing cathedral in the world. Within the interior of the Cathedral there is not one painting to be seen, each work of art being a fresco, the entire number of which were nearly all painted by Michael Angelo alone. The choicest fresco, however, is by Bellini, which consists of the magnificent canopy beneath the dome. This exquisite masterpiece is carried out in the rarest of tints and is encircled by a design of en- crusted gold. There is a little chapel in Saint Peter’s of marvelous workmanship, a rare jewel, which is a perfect miniature of Saint Peter himself. The dome, facade, surrounding columns and, to the most minute details, all are copied in perfect exactness. In the center of this Cathedral is an enormous canopy of gold and malakite, beneath which are steps of precious stone, with a hand railing also of gold, which lead down to the vault where lie, in a golden casket, the will and ashes of Saint Peter. Here one of the most exquisite pieces of workmanship is displayed, which consists of a mosaic of the Head of Christ, completed in the fourth century. The background of the picture is nothing but tiny squares of gold, and to this fact is due the cause for its splendid preservation. It seems almost impossible to realize that the people of the fourth century possessed such remarkable genius, for, at the present day, a more perfect fresco could not be produced. We will now journey to the Vatican, which, of course, is noteworthy for its richly embellished interior, as well as artistic and literary treasures stored within. One of the finest parts is the Sistine Chapel, the crowning beauty of which is the wonderfully painted ceiling and “Last Judgement” on the altar-wall. This is Michael Angelo’s greatest work, for here his magnificent genius shines forth brilliantly. As space is fast filled, and mine is limited, we must journey to the Catacombs. The use of the Catacombs as a place of refuge during the periods of the Christian persecution is only too well-known, and these wonderfully devised secret passages form a link between the classical and Christian periods. Trappist Monks now guide you through, first supplying each one with a candle about four inches long. The descent into the Catacombs themselves is by a great number of stone steps, and, as you leave the hot Itailan weather below, you receive your first realization of what the | ee eee Christians really suffered. Below are passages with high walls, in which there are tiers upon tiers of shelves. Here the Christians would climb up and secret themselves, living so for months at a time. Numberless human bones are strewn about, and there are two skeletons whose long and silky hair is in perfect condition. Under a glass case is a wax figure of Saint Cecelia, showing how she was martyred. There she lies, face downward, her hands clutching a crucifix, while the cruel cuts of the axe show plainly where the blood seems to trickle slowly over the snowy neck. Just at this particular moment, when I was deeply impressed by the horror of this scene, as we were walking down a little incline, my foot slipped upon the damp soil and I arrived at the bottom a little more quickly than the others, minus my candle, and was assured by all I looked none the better for my hasty journey. The Catacombs are a perfect labyrinth and extend for miles. Should you lose your way, escape is impossible. The only chance is that a monk might be wandering through and therefore rescue you. These Trappist monks have a large factory where they manufacture the most deliciou- chocolate and butterscotch, and by selling this, together with many nov- elties, they are able to attain quite a nice amount of money. There is a saying that if you live in Rome three years, you will then desire to live ten, for only then does one realize what a tremendous amount there is to be seen and learned. The last place of mention, how- ever, that will undoubtedly interest all, is the little Chapel of Scala Santa. Here are the steps from the house of Pilate, which Jesus de- scended after His terrible scourging. Great blood stains mar them badly, but they are now covered in wood, in order that they may be well pre- served. Anyone who wishes to ascend these stairs must do so upon his knees, saying a prayer at each step; when the altar which is at the sum- mit is reached, he must remain there some time, saying over several prayers; then the descent is made in the same way—of course, being still upon the knees. Throughout the world there are numberless places of interest and beauty, each seeming to surpass the other, and well it has been said, “See Naples and die,’”’ but my choice, as is the choice of many others, would be the “Eternal City.” | Echoes of Description From the Class Room | TSU NAMI—A TIDAL WAVE SHIGEYOSHI FUKASAWA, 712 The day is cold and cloudy with the continuous wind blowing from the snow-covered ice-land of northern Siberia; all the fishermen’s wives, with their children, are thinking deeply about their fathers’ fates on the The day after we arrived in Rome we enjoyed a visit to that world- famed Amphitheater, the Coliseum. After viewing the exterior, and ex- hausting every exclamation in the English language, we strolled inside. There the proportions are so gigantic that nobody, I care not who he be, can truly realize the enormity of it until he views it for himself. As our guide explained its appearance at the time of Nero, with its gorgeous scarlet velvet and gold curtains, I became so carried away with it all, that it evidently was quite noticeable. So our guide, with one pitying glance, turned to me and said, “What a pity you didn’t live at the time of Nero!” But no less was I impressed with Saint Peter’s at Rome, the largest and most imposing cathedral in the world. Within the interior of the Cathedral there is not one painting to be seen, each work of art being a fresco, the entire number of which were nearly all painted by Michael Angelo alone. The choicest fresco, however, is by Bellini, which consists of the magnificent canopy beneath the dome. This exquisite masterpiece is carried out in the rarest of tints and is encircled by a design of en- crusted gold. There is a little chapel in Saint Peter’s of marvelous workmanship, a rare jewel, which is a perfect miniature of Saint Peter himself. The dome, facade, surrounding columns and, to the most minute details, all are copied in perfect exactness. In the center of this Cathedral is an enormous canopy of gold and malakite, beneath which are steps of precious stone, with a hand railing also of gold, which lead down to the vault where lie, in a golden casket, the will and ashes of Saint Peter. Here one of the most exquisite pieces of workmanship is displayed, which consists of a mosaic of the Head of Christ, completed in the fourth century. The background of the picture is nothing but tiny squares of gold, and to this fact is due the cause for its splendid preservation. It seems almost impossible to realize that the people of the fourth century possessed such remarkable genius, for, at the present day, a more perfect fresco could not be produced. We will now journey to the Vatican, which, of course, is noteworthy for its richly embellished interior, as well as artistic and literary treasures stored within. One of the finest parts is the Sistine Chapel, the crowning beauty of which is the wonderfully painted ceiling and “Last Judgement” on the altar-wall. This is Michael Angelo’s greatest work, for here his magnificent genius shines forth brilliantly. As space is fast filled, and mine is limited, we must journey to the Catacombs. The use of the Catacombs as a place of refuge during the periods of the Christian persecution is only too well-known, and these wonderfully devised secret passages form a link between the classical and Christian periods. Trappist Monks now guide you through, first supplying each one with a candle about four inches long. The descent into the Catacombs themselves is by a great number of stone steps, and, as you leave the hot Itailan weather below, you receive your first realization of what the Christians really suffered. Below are passages with high walls, in which there are tiers upon tiers of shelves. Here the Christians would climb up and secret themselves, living so for months at a time. Numberless human bones are strewn about, and there are two skeletons whose long and silky hair is in perfect condition. Under a glass case is a wax figure of Saint Cecelia, showing how she was martyred. There she lies, face downward, her hands clutching a crucifix, while the cruel cuts of the axe show plainly where the blood seems to trickle slowly over the snowy neck. Just at this particular moment, when I was deeply impressed by the horror of this scene, as we were walking down a little incline, my foot slipped upon the damp soil and I arrived at the bottom a little more quickly than the others, minus my candle, and was assured by a ll I looked none the better for my hasty journey. The Catacombs are a perfect labyrinth and extend for miles. Should you lose your way, escape is impossible. The only chance is that a monk might be wandering through and therefore rescue you. These Trappist monks have a large factory where they manufacture the most deliciou- chocolate and butterscotch, and by selling this, together with many nov- elties, they are able to attain quite a nice amount of money. There is a saying that if you live in Rome three years, you will then desire to live ten, for only then does one realize what a tremendous amount there is to be seen and learned. The last place of mention, how- ever, that will undoubtedly interest all, is the little Chapel of Scala Santa. Here are the steps from the house of Pilate, which Jesus de- scended after His terrible scourging. Great blood stains mar them badly, but they are now covered in wood, in order that they may be well pre- served. Anyone who wishes to ascend these stairs must do so upon his knees, saying a prayer at each step; when the altar which is at the sum- mit is reached, he must remain there some time, saying over several prayers; then the descent is made in the same way—of course, being still upon the knees. Throughout the world there are numberless places of interest and beauty, each seeming to surpass the other, and well it has been said, “See Naples and die,” but my choice, as is the choice of many others, would be the “Eternal City.” | Echoes of Description From the Class Room | TSU NAMI—A TIDAL WAVE SHIGEYOSHI FUKASAWA, 712 The day is cold and cloudy with the continuous wind blowing from the snow-covered ice-land of northern Siberia; all the fishermen’s wives, with their children, are thinking deeply about their fathers’ fates on the far-off sea where their small sailing boats, loaded with fishes, are tossing over the angry waves of the roughest northern water just as leaves dance on the brook. A sound, not very distinct at first but that grows louder every mo- ment, bringing fear and dread to the already sunken-hearted villager of the windy coast, begins, gradually, to approach the desolate coast. Whence it comes no one knows, but every one is strangely informed, by nature, of some dreadful thing that this well-known sound prophesies. The wind is faster than the most apprehensive thoughts of the fisher- men’s wives; the mountain-like tide with an incredible force and speed assails the low coast as a vast army attacks an unfortified castle; it now reaches the nearest cottages. Then the eries of children and women shrill loudly against the rush- ing water, calling for unobtainable rescue, but these prayers of the poor peasants do not appease the anger fo the North Sea: it chases the inno- cents, who run for their lives, mercilessly and soon overtakes them, cover- ing their feet and heads with its freezing mantle. So on savagely marches the envious assailant as if it were his intention to conquer all. MRS. BLOX ETHEL WALKER, 712 Mrs. Blox was an exceedingly thin and wiry woman,—indeed, her whole being bespoke the wiriness of a spring. Her small. thin face was aided considerably toward still further thinness by the quite novel arrangement of her sparce, iron-gray hair—at least novel beside the present-day styles of hairdressing. What little she owned was drawn back tightly from all sides and secured with a monstrous back-comb. One could never imagine a single lock of her hair ever escaping from the grip of that comb. It stood up straight at the back of her head, bright with fantastic gilt figures, and with a ridge of spikes along the top as straight and sharp and elongated as the woman herself. Beyond this comb hung a few little corkscrew curls, freshly made over each morning and strangely stiff and unnatural; under the tenacious hold of the comb, they bobbed and danced with every move of her head. Her eyes, too, were small, sharp, and steel-gray in color, and further accentuated by spectacles. The eyes had also a wiry look in them which pierced into and through whomsoever or whatsoever she regarded. She was continually pursing her lips into a long, straight line, and her nose, thin and pointed, bespoke an ever-ready tendency to reach out into the world. Her spare and spiral form was clothed in a remarkable costume, remarkable in its fit and pattern. As to the first, she was not to blame for the manner in which it fitted: no one could have taken away the appearance of its being loosely hung from her shoulders, as though it would fall off any minute. The pattern was the most hideous procurable for money, but happily, was partly covered by a white apron. Lastly, her blue stockings and rather large, gray felt slippers gave a most grotesque appearance to this most pecuilar and striking old lady. A PASTORAL IN PROSE ETHEL WALKER, ’12 High up among the grassy precipices of a Scotland mountain, sits a lone shepherd with his straying flock of mountain sheep. He sits upon a low, flat rock overlooking the rough crags and huge rocks below him, which are dotted here and there with scraggly cactus and dwarfed bushes. Stretching far away are the rolling slopes and hollows of the hills, where little hamlets nestle against each other. It is now dusk, and the stars are beginning to twinkle in the dark blue overhead. Looming up against the semidarkness of the dizzy crags is the still form of a shepherd dog guarding the straggling herd. The cool evening breeze ripples over the coarse, tufted grass, and the scented air smells sweet. The young shepherd boy draws out his flute and begins to play. Its plaintive melody sounds sweet and clear in the evening air, breaking the silence of the heights. They are the only living creatures in this wilderness of rocks—the shepherd, his sheep, and the dog. The breeze whispers in harmony with the flute of the boy, and only the pale, cold stars look down, and wink their eyes solemly at the vast solitude. THE CAT HELEN ROYCE, ’12 The cat is a small canine animal with fur, except in extreme in- stances when the conventional covering has been gently amputated through pugilistic endeavors. There are different kinds of cats. Some are black, others gray, maltese, white, tiger or yellow. The color is not so important, however, as the disposition. All cats can purr. That is not a real accomplishment in vocal art—for a cat. It is the gentle, talented little pet that can sing, who is most appreciated—especially by the neighbors. The real prima-donna must be a high soprano, a very high soprano. The highest kind of a soprano cat is the one that sings on the highest fence, nearest the bedroom windows. Cats have capricious appe- tites. They like milk, also mice and ice cream. Cats have tails, some- times long, sleek, and furry; sometimes short, raw, and furless. It de- pends usually upon how long ago they, and their social companions, had their last cat-tail, after-opera dinner. Cats are extremely affectionate. They have a pleasing, winning little way of running their soft little bodies suddenly against the feet of their master or mistress, who has just en- tered the dark house late at night and has forgotten that a dear little pussy is waiting with a tender welcome. Cats are fond of chickens. In- deed this affection is sometimes almost pathetic in its intensity, especially pathetic for the chicken. Cats are soft and squashy, and they wriggle and squirm when you hold them. This is undoubtedly caused by their affectionate delight at being held. Cats can swim, run, and do acrobatic tricks. They are, in fact, quite athletic, and the way in which several sportive kittens play together with a spool of thread or a ball of yarn has often tenderly reminded me of scenes on a college gridiron. Altogether, cats are adorable little beasts, companiable, conforting, entertaining, and affectionate, and it is no wonder that these exemplary little pets are so generally favored and loved. MOUSER VERA VAN EMAN, 714 Mouser was preparing for his dinner; that is, he settled himself com- fortably by a mouse-hole in the callar and waited for his dinner to come to him. Perhaps he knew the old proverb, “All things come to himi who waits”. It was sometimes a long time that he was forced to sit thus, but, by great diligence and his ability in that direction, Mouser had wor. his name, just as he expected on this particular day to win his dinner. Fres- ently his ears straightened and his tail flipped back and forth, while the stars at night could not compare with his bright and gleaming eyes, for he scented a mouse, and, more than that, he heard it and his instinct told him that it was to be a large one. At a faint sound, Mouser grew rigid and motionless. There was one terrible moment of suspense, a quick pounce, then a shrill little squeak and Mouser had his dinner. EVENING VERA VAN EMAN, ’14 Through the half-open door of Grandma’s room could be seen the dear old lady, placidly knitting by the fire, in the deepening twilight. Tabitha, her old pet cat, was dozing at her feet and would, now and then, yawn, open one eye, and close it again, in cat fashion. Upon an old-fash- ioned chair by Grandma’s side was a pile of neatly folded garments to be mended, and a basket of bright colored yarns, for Grandma did not enjoy idleness. Presently the tired fingers stopped, the ball slipped from their loosening grasp and rolled away under the old writing desk, and Tabitha and her mistress were asleep. PERSONAL DESCRIPTION ALICE WOODRUFF, ‘12 Billy was tired, Bill was mad, and he made an imposing little figure as he stamped his way through the dusty fields on his way to the swim- ming hole after being kept in late at school. He was a boy of nine, but small for his age, and as quick as a grasshopper. His little freckled face with its dancing brown eyes, little snub nose and red lips which disclosed a set of tiny white teeth, brimmed over with fun and childish innocence when Billy was happy, but, when he was mad, his brown eyes became dark and his little nose tilted into an ugly curve. His clothes were similar to those worn by all country school boys; trousers patched in places with material that did not match, a blouse of faded blue with a patch at each elbow, and a large battered straw hat Of course, he was barefooted and one small toe bore the remains of a rag which had been tied on fresh that morning to protect a bruise. Over his shoulder was swung a strap which held together two worn-out and dilapi- dated books. His right trouser’s pocket was stretched to its utmost to hold the large rosy apple which had been picked and stuffed in there by Billy as he passed a nearby orchard. PARODY ON LONGFELLOW’S “EXCELSIOR” ALICE WOODRUFF, ‘12 The sunbeams bright were falling fast As up the Mount Lowe trail we passed. Fach in his hand a package bore, But most important of the store, Sapolio. We’d traveled far’ neath the sun’s bright ray In hope we’d find snow on the way. Our clothes and hands were dirty, too, Altho’ before our start we’d used Sapolio. But as the top just came in sight, Our hearts were filled with great delight; For, in our pathway, snow we found. With other things, fell to the ground Sapolio. And when we’d had snow-ball game, We turned our steps toward home, quite lame. But ere the steep descent was made, We, to our dirty hands applied Sapolio. The good effects of this fine soap Did not last long, as one might hope; For, when we reached our homes that night, Again we used with all our might Sapolio. IN THE DOMESTIC SCIENCE DEPARTMENT HARRY HOVER, ’12 To Bobo, the ancient heathen Chinee, belongs, as legend relates, the honor of the discovery of the art of cooking, and to the daughter of Eve the introduction of the petticoat. During the last year the Board of Education expressed a determination not to allow the daughters of their constituents in this modern age to be rivalled or outdone in these and accessory accomplishments. They were not at the disadvantage of these early geniuses in the lack of discovery, but, with the aid of this and the sub-patents of later commissary and tailoring artists, have been able to install modern equipment for the production of “food and raiment,” the taste and sight of which would doubtless paralyze the unoffending originators. The installation of this equipment took place during the summer months and occupies three rooms of the lower floor. In the north-east room, where of old the students of Caesar, Wentworth, and Milliken were wont to hurl crusts, juicy pies and orange peels at each other at the noon hour and to poach on the mouse reserve, have been placed the necessary appurtenances of a home dining-room. Here Miss McRae, as follower of Bobo, instructs in the arrangement of the chairs and china for a family of two, three or twelve, depending, of course, on the degree for which the student is striving. Here, too, the aspirant learns the order in which to serve the meal, the appropriate dishes, table etiquette, dining-room gracefulness, and where to hang out the “F. H. B.” and “M. I. K.” signs. More important, perhaps, in every day practice are the fixtures and the contents of the adjoining room. This is the home of the “ham and—,” “eggs straight up,” “pork and—,” “hamburger, cinders or rare,” “sink- ers,” etc. Here the girls sample their own concoctions, and not one has dropped from the class from poisoning or dyspepsia (a truly remarkable record). A can opener would be an unnecessary innovation in the pastry de- partment; the doughnuts are not sold as teething rings, nor are the bis- cuits contracted to Fairchild, Gilmore, Wilton company. The odor of scorching water has never yet perturbed the student of room 23 and even the youngest girls have learned to preserve asparagus tips from the gar- bage pail. The thoughtful school board should share in the honor of the great success. No detail of the equipment has been overlooked. We have nothing but praise to offer for the worthy efforts pvt forth in this department. The method, order and cleanliness will convince any attentive visitor that he would as soon call on his friend in her kitchen, kept thus, as in the parlor. Approbation is inexpensive: we are proud of the girl who aspires to these conditions in the school and in her future home. Of not less importance is the perfectly equipped sewing-room. Here the girls learn to attire themselves for comfort and beauty. Although all that is made in that room is not known to the general public, yet charming doilies and other fancy work, bonnets, aprons and other similar articles frequently come to light. No doubt when the present class takes up more advanced courses we may be given permission to gaze on the hobble and harem skirts, crepe-de-tennis net waists and indescribable head toggery. The girls who enter these departments are “marked” girls and the demand far exceeds the output of those who successfully complete the course. From the bureau of supply and demand we glean that there are more young men ready to pay the grocery and millinery bills for these competent girls than for any other class. Every encouragement should be offered. BEAUTIFUL NIGHT HELEN ROYCE, ‘12 Beautiful Night! When the frogs are croaking, And the cats warble cheerfully on the back fence; When mosquitoes are buzzing their music so blithely, And torturing those without screens for defense. Beautiful Night! With its cricket band-concert, And the lusty encores of the barn audience ; With e’er and anon the sweet hoot of the night owl As her loud voice she raises in eerie cadence. Beautiful Night! When the horned toads are jumping, And the dogs have a fight scheduled for twelve o’clock; When the night wind is wailing around the shar p corners And each gust brings a sound like a dead spirit’s knock. Beautiful Night! It is then we adore thee: And steal from our beds to enjoy they sweet spell; To wander perhaps in the shimmering moonlight,— Or the zeal of the singer with water to quell. all. Those addressing the school this year are Dr. C. A. Whiting, At- torney Seward Simons, Miss Richardson, Reverends Robert Burdette, Brougher, Oliver, Fisher, Meserve, O’Connell, Cotter, Henstridge, Supt. Francis and Dr. Sherer. We wish to express through the Copa de Ora pages our appreciation to Mr. Bush for obtaining these and to the speakers for their kindness in coming to us. PRAISES CATHERINE NOLAN, ’12 Praise God for the showers, The sunshine and flowers, The birds and the bees, And the soft sighing breeze Through the green leafy bowers. Praise God for the night Which the day puts to flight; For the grass soft and green, And the silvery sheen Of the moonlight at night. Praise God! Do not fear; He always is near. In joy or in sorrow Give no thought for the morrow, And your sky will be clear. LULLABY LAURA ROYCH, ’12 In the singing, gentle swinging, of the night-thrush in the willows, In the swaying of the treetops, whispering of the leaves at even, There’s a lullaby for you, dear, Melody, to make you dream, dear, Let me whisper what they say, dear, What they’re singing, sweet and low— “Oh, sleep, little one, to the song of the night-thrush, Sleep, little one, ’till the peep o’ the day.” In the shadows, in the starlight, in the softly shimmering moonlight, In the low and distant tinkling of the flocks returning homeward, Comes a quiet, peaceful feeling, While the evening song is stealing From the vesper bells a’ pealing, From afar across the dell— “Oh, sleep, little one, to the song of the night-thrush, Sleep, little one, ’till the peep o’ the day.” STUDENT BODY CABINET PALMER RITCHIE MARGUERITE POWELL HAROLD STOCKMAN PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT ALICE WOODRUFF SECRETARY LOUISE MASON TREASURER BARRETT KIESLING RAYMOND STONE THE STUDENT BODY RAYMOND STONE, ’12 Our own organization, the Student Body, is united by a common interest: that of fellowship. It furnishes one with an excuse for liberating an over-abundance of schol spirit. It gives one a chance to exercise the lungs when one of those school rallies is in session. But, best of all, it provides a happy medium wherein new arrivals become acquaintances and intimates. The official representative of the organization is the executive com- mittee. This is a very solemn collection of six students consisting of president, secretary, treasurer, and three Student Body representatives elected each year. They transact all important social and business mat- ters and some that are not so important. Some of these duties are to arrange debating and oratorical contests, and to award oratorical pins for good work done in these contests. Friday morning assembly periods are set aside as the organization’s period. Their programs and business meetings are then held. Every member of the school is supposed to appear at least once a year in one of these entertainments. The chief aim in these small rhetoricals is to pro- vide amusement for the audience, and also to furnish a means of removing that affectionate “bumping” sensation which the knees often assume when one rises to speak in public. The programs this year have been more varied than hertofore. Much secrecy has surrounded the preparation of some of these and the sur- prises have added to our enjoyment. Music, both school and outside talent, has formed a goodly part of the programs. The Student Body certainly appreciates the kindness of busy people who find time to give us the pleasure of listening to them at our Friday periods. STUDENT BODY MEETING AS IT IS — NOT MARGUERITE POWELL, ‘12 “The meeting will please come to order.” So spoke our dignified president and the whole Student Body eagerly responded. Pencils, tab- lets, and books of all studies were hastily put aside. No one thought of the unlearned lessons; not one eye was cast on open pages; those who had been reading some thrilling account, which they had accidently dis- covered in their search for current events, flung it aside willingly for the more exciting pleasure of being one of the wide-awake students. “We will have the minutes of the last meeting read,” said the presi- dent when he had become settled. Our secretary rose and read the minutes in a clear and loud voice so that it could be heard to the far corners of the hall. We sat listening carefully to see that nothing had been omitted. “To-day is given over for a business meeting,” the president went on when the secretary had finished. We looked at each other with a pleased smile. “First, we must decide the matter of entering into an oratorical contest with one of the schools. I should like to hear some remarks from the students concerning this.” He reached for his mallet and he and the secretary stood rigid for they knew that it would be a hard task to keep the members in order when a question of such paramount importance and keen interest to them all was introduced. Several freshmen came to their feet excitedly and their cries of “Mr. President” drowned out the softer voices of the two seniors who, in trying to preserve their dignity, had been less swift. Mr. Presi- dent rapped loudly on his desk and rebuked in a stern tone. “Order! You freshmen are very eager to oud-do your betters. Miss Marie Axtman, take the floor.” And so the question was discussed. A drawn look came around the president’s mouth as he tried to preserve order. Students sat anxiously on the edges of their seats in order that they might be first to gain the floor. The secretary wrote feverishly. Time passed quickly; the warn- ing bell, then the passing bell rang, but no one heeded. Even the profes- sors were too interested to notice. At last, a motion was made, seconded, and passed by a bare majority. There was no following the lead of one person; each student thought and spoke for himself. Finally, the meeting was adjourned and the president, with a tired sigh, took his seat. His presidential tasks semed to him greater than those of the president of his country. I WONDER RUTH CLAYTON, ‘14 I wonder why the skies are blue, And why they’re sometimes gray, I wonder why the flowers bloom, Bloom, but to fade away. I wonder why some people smile, And some frown, all day long; And why some birds can only chirp, And some pour forth sweet song. I wonder why some friends are false, And some are sweet and true; I wonder why love lights the path,— The path for me and you. I wonder—oh, so many things That now are dark to me, But, most of all, I wonder If they ever clear will be. Bor ols OFFICERS OF ALUMNI ASSOCIATION VICTOR COLLINS - = s - = - 5 President BELLE UPHAM - - - - - - - - Vice-President HARRY MOORE - - - - - - - - Treasurer STELLA FREEMAN = BO ie - - = 5 = Secretary THE ALUMNI OF SOUTH PASADENA HIGH SCHOOL The Alumni of South Pasadena High School is fast growing into a large organization. Seventeen joined its ranks in June, 1910, and fifteen more will be initiated in June, 1911. It is a jolly society and many good times are enjoyed by its members. Those wishing to join its ranks have only to go into four years successful training and they will be eligible. ALUMNI Class of 1907 Helen High, with taste for lore To Stanford hastened to gain more. And having completed her four years’ course In some High School will teach, perforce. Marion Burns took Surgery this Fall And now, I suppose, he will “cut” us all. He has already received his degree, In the Pacific College of Osteopathy. Ethel Bashore, at San Luis Rey Still teaches Grammar school, they say. With such a pedagog there to guide, All problems of learning, the children o’er-ride. Freda Coward from teaching came And to Mrs. Staples changed her name; In Domestic Science she’s now begun, As Principal, in the school of one. Mrs. Goldman, who was Edna Munger, For keeping house seemed to hunger; Engrossed with her husband and son, Howard Ross, To fill her time, she is never at loss. Mrs. Sheckler, who in our memory will linger As Hazel Finch, was a sweet singer. In Dalzura, Cal., she has her home, Which brings to an end this historical poem. Class of 1908 LEON AXTMAN, ’03 Maude Thompson is teaching school at Dinubia, California. Bessie Farrell has just been given a position as eighth grade teacher in the San Pedro Street school in Los Angeles. Pearl Crutchfield and Lillian Hillard are also teaching. Anna Miller is employed as a stenographer in the Court House in Los Angeles. Mary Gillies and Muriel Trott are attend- ing Occidental College. Mildred Chase is at home, keeping house for her sister who is a teacher in the schools. Eunice Baldwin is studying at the Denver Women’s College. Clarence Lewis is at the Denver University. He is preparing for a professorship in mathematics. Leon Axtman is employed in a Los Angeles bank. Class of 1909 STELLA FREEMAN, ’09 The class of 1909 graduated with twenty members, which was the largest number up to that year to receive diplomas from the High School. .Of those twenty young people, nine have gone on to college, two to Normal, one to housekeeping, one to be a nurse, and five into the w orld to seek their fortunes. In colleges and schools we are now represented by Victor Collins, Mildred Wadsworth, Welford Seay, and Stella Freeman, sophomores at Occidental; Harry Moore, Earl Walters, and Carl Cooper, sophomores at University of Southern California; Ira Thomas, sophomore at Berkeley, and Anita Mathis, freshman at Berkeley; Lester Cox, a post-graduate in S. P. H. S., Henrietta Castleman and Aileen Thompson, seniors in the Normal School. The last two expect next year to be full-fledged “school marms.” In our home town, South Pasadena, are Daisy Jackson; Harry How- ard, a surveyor; George and John Coots, plumbers. The other three are in various occupations. Katherine Plimpton is training in the Pasadena Hospital to be a nurse; Carleton Gilbert is work- ing at the Pacific Electric Office in Los Angeles, and Belle Upham has passed the examination for Post Office Clerk successfully and is now work- ing at the Ostrich Farm until a vacancy occurs in civil service work. Class of 1910 EDWIN B. LAWYER, ‘10 Just one short year after our graduation, we pause in the busy march of events and look about us, to find our class scattered widely. Some of our numbers have stopped their school work and are otherwise employed, either at home or in Los Angeles. The majority, however, are complet- ing their education in various schools and, after so short a time, one of us has gone astray and married. Dwight Baker is a freshman in the State University; Harold Barden is also a freshman in the University of Illinois, and Eunice Atkinson rep- resents us at Pomona College. Among the State Normal students are Alta Bailey, Reine Rogers and Mildred Allen. Robert Eskridge and Hester Lauman are developing their artistic temperaments in the U.S. C. Art School. Glancing toward Occidental College we find Mildred Keith, Homer Wride, Douglas Richards and Edwin Lawyer registered in the freshman class. “Pete” Wilcox and Lloyd Cosper are employed by Los Angeles busi- ness houses. Grace Walthrey did not enter school this year and is resid- ing in South Pasadena. Mary Massey has given up her school work and is now living in Glendora. However, we hear rumors of changes soon to be made by Mary. Helen Reynolds has broken from our ranks and is known as Mrs. George Palmer. Although we are seldom together now, yet our thoughts turn often to those days of friendships, joys and sorrows spent together in South Pasadena High School. We owe much to our Alma Mater and our class of 1910, can wish no less than the greatest possible success to her in the future. The reception to the graduating class of 1910, given by the Alumni Association of the High School was held on the evening of June 27, at St. James’ Parish House in South Pasadena. About fifty were present. Victor Collins, the Alumni president, made a hearty speech of wel- come which was neatly responded to by Dwight Baker, president of the graduating class. A short entertainment was provided by some of the Alumni and teachers of the High School. The remainder of the evening was spent in dancing and refreshments. 28 = ie ATINGE BURBANK DEBATE RUTH JOHNSON, ‘12 The first league debate of the year was held in the High School audi- torium, December 9, 1910. The question for debate was: Resolved, That suffrage should be restricted by an educational qualification. Mr. Farley and Mr. Sallee, of Burbank, upheld the affirmative; while Mr. Palmer Ritchie and Mr. Barrett Kisling supported the negative for South Pasadena High and gave brilliant and highly commendable ora- tions. When they concluded the argument for the negative, there was no doubt in the minds of those present that, if the debate were marked on delivery and argument, the laurels would be ours. But, when the final score was given, it was found to be a tie, 179-179. The Auditorium was beautifully decorated in the colors of both schools and one of the most pleasing features of the evening was the singing and cheering of our school, led by Miss Marguerite Powell and Mr. Cope. The expectant and happy crowd of eager young people, who had gathered in the High School Auditorium, left the building, cheering and singing for the debaters and as happy as if victory had really been ours, for, although the score was tied, we felt that we had been victorious and that our debaters deserved much credit and praise. AZUSA DEBATE On March 25, a large number of loyal students went to Azusa to sup- port our debaters while they proved to Azusa that the state of California should be divided. We were certain that our debaters greatly surpassed any others and, had we possessed a school song to the tune, “It looks to me like a big night to-night,” we would have had the country-side ringing with it. After our first speaker, Barrett Kiesling, had finished, we looked proudly about us, for it had been given in a way which was forceful and convincing. And then, when Ruth Johnson gave her argument in an equally efficient manner, we could scarcely wait for the decision which we knew would be in our favor. But the judge was not of the same opinion as we, and the palm was awarded to our opponents. We managed to recover our dazed spirits before we went home, and we very much enjoyed the spread which Azusa had prepared for us. We are hoping now that our next encounter with Azusa will result in a victory for us. PALMER RITCHIE DEBATERS BARRET KIESLING RUTH JOHNSON BD Brickats ie = SENIOR-JUNIOR PICNIC, JUNE, 1910 PALMER RITCHIE, ’1i Do you, the Class of 1910, remember that Senior-Junior picnic last June? We who attach ’11 to our names will never forget it. We found out then what a jolly bunch you were, and were sorry that we had not met with you, in the social way, more frequently during the year. We thought our invitations unique, but your acceptances were more so. You thought we were going to take you to Millard’s, but we landed you at Rubio Canyon. And then the joy! While we Juniors were build- ing fires, roasting the potatoes and boiling the coffee, you spent the time strolling about the Canyon. When each of us had roasted “hot dogs and bacon” on forked sticks, we found places at the rustic table and started making a hole in the piles of sandwiches and doughnuts. And oh, that coffee! What appetites the mountains give! Then, feeling mighty com- fortable, we continued the games and had a jolly time till dusk. We walked back to the foot of the incline and there waited for the lagging ones. Soon the rest of the picnickers arrived and in their midst was a wheelbarrow, containing the weary Senior teacher, and pushed timidly by that much respected pedagogue who holds sway in the Com- mercial Department. Finally, when we separated, you pronounced a benediction upon our humble heads and told us you had a great time. And we believed it, for we had done our best to make it a happy time for both classes, 1911 and 1910. : OUR HALLOWE’EN PARTY LEAH PIERCE, 713 On Friday evening, October twenty-eighth, the Sophomore-Freshman classes were delightfully entertained by the J unior-Senior classes. It was in the form of a Hallowe’en masquerade party, everyone being masked. The representations and costumes were grotesque enough to elicit praise from the queen of Spook-land. One would have to go a long way to find a more complete array of departed spirits. Mother Goose’s children lef their little charges in the nurseries and frolicked this one evening with the “grown-ups.” As each student or teacher entered the school, he was ushered into Mr. Bush’s room, where he removed his mask. In this way, Mr. Bush was able to tell if anyone attended the party, who did not belong to our school. The student was then given a ticket on which a number was written. From Mr. Bush’s examination we entered the assembly room, where we became part of the many comical figures. We were summoned to the front of the room, where one of the teachers told the boys to match their numbers with the girls, and in that way find partners for the grand march. When this was done and the music started, the couples fell into line, not knowing with whom they were marching. We marched around the assembly room, down to the basement, up to the roof garden, back to the assembly hall. When we returned to the assembly hall, we were told to unmask, and not until then did we know with whom we had been marching. There were two fortune-tellers or witches, dressed in black, with high caps, to tell our fortunes. One was on the platform, while the other was in one corner of the room. Each one had a fire, and a bucket of small papers which they held over the fire. They were apparently blank papers, but after being held over the fire, we were able to read what was on them. The attractive room to most of us was the library, where refresh- ments were served. These consisted of hot tamales, doughnuts, coffee, and pumpkin pie, and all of them were certainly delicious. At about eleven o’clock, we started home, each one having had a fine time. The idea of the school party was an innovation and consequently an experiment. It was an experiment which proved a decided success for it served as a quick and good means of bringing the students into ac- quaintance with each other and served as a welcome to new students. SECOND SCHOOL FUNCTION ADELAIDE WRIDE, ’13 One of the prettiest and most delightful affairs in the High School was a George Washington’s Birthday pary given by the Sophomore and Freshman classes to the Juniors and Seniors on the twenty-fourth of February. The school was artistically and appropriately decorated with red, white and blue banners. One corner of the room was screened off with ferns, forming an alcove for the Italian orchestra which furnished music for the evening. As each one entered, a nursery rhyme was pinned upon his back and he had to guess who he was from the comments made about him. The second form of entertainment was very exciting and amusiing. It took the form of a monogram contest. The room assumed the appearance of a bee-hive with a swarm of bees and, if one were to interpret the mono- grams on any one card, it would afford employment for many hours. Later on the refreshments were served, the George Washington motif being carried out in the selection of partners for refreshmnt hour. Each boy fishd for a hatchet which represented some girl and the result- ant couples caused much hilarity. The first of the entertainments given for the Senior class was in form of a “Valentine Recitation.” Miss Leach was the hostess, at her home, 60 South El Molino Avenue, Pasadena. The house was decorated with poinsettias, and the color scheme was red and gray. These colors were used in the hearts and score cards. In order to keep the idea of a recita- tion, the games were all literary. Marie Axtman captured first prize, Shakespeare’s Sonnets, in the progressive author game, which was played. During the evening the class received their diplomas in order that they might have practice before June. These diplomas were encased in peanut shells decorated in red and gray ribbons. Such grace was exhibited in receiving these diplomas that the class was deemed fitted to reecive their “sheepskins” in June. MARGARET BRICKELS, ’11 The Class of 1911 were royally entertained on Saturday evening, March 11, by Miss Margaret Brickels at her home, 2053 Milan Avenue, South Pasadena. Miss Brickels was assisted by her mother and aunt in receiving her guests into their attractive home. The living room was artistically deco- rated in red geraniums and dusty-miller, thereby using the class colors. Miss Louise Mason accompanied the class in singing several old songs, after which the evening was spent in playing progressive hearts. At the close of the pleasant evening, the company were served with delightful refreshments by Miss Brickels and her sister. CORA VAIL, ‘11 MISS COLEMAN’S CONCERT LOUISE MASON, ‘11 Miss Edna Ferry entertained with a loge party the Senior class at a beautiful musical concert, on the evening of March 16. We all met at the corner of Mission and Fair Oaks and in a short time were at the doors of the theater. The boxes and lower floor were well-filled with music-lovers and the elite of Pasadena. For they were, by their presence, not only privileged to hear an exquisite evening of music, but also to help in the new musical conservatory for Throop Institute. Miss Coleman, one of the most brilliant pianists of the coast, rendered perfectly executed selections and in her accompanying could not be sur- passed. The Brahms string quartette was received with great applause, and throughout their many numbers the audience sat drinking in the perfect harmony. The little bit, “Moment Musical’ by Schubert, was so deli- cately and beautifully rendered, that it received an encore. Miss Coleman was also assisted by Mrs. John Sidney Burnet, a mezzo- soprano. She delighted the audience with several numbers, ranging in both character and subject. In all, she sang beautifully and delighted the listeners. Edna certainly gave us a treat that evening and we all could not tell her how much we enjoyed it. Miss Daisy Trott entertained the Senior class with a delightful party at her home on Monterey Road, Thursday evening, April 21, 1911. The guests were taken up to “Fallen Oak Lodge,” a picturesque little cabin on the hill. It was tastefully decorated in pink and white, roses and ferns being profusely massed all around. Progressive games were enjoyed throughout the evening. Professor Bush won the men’s prize, a high school penant, and Mrs. Bush won the ladies’ prize, a delicious box of bon- bons. Later dainty refreshments were served. LOUISE MASON, ‘11 Miss Marie Axtman very delightfully entertained the Senior class with a Frolic at her home on Monterey Road, on Friday evening, May 12, 1911. The class colors were effectively used for decorations. The dining- room decorations were especially clever, the table centerpiece being a little red Indiana school-house. The evening was spent in music and games, the prizes being awarded to Helen Freedle and Claude Hunter. Those present were Mr. and Mrs. Bush, Miss Leach, Mr. Grable, Miss Wishard, Mr. Edwards; Misses Freedle, Brickels, Adele Axtman, Vail, Ferry, Helen and Louise Mason, Everett and Trott; Messrs. Hunter, Swan, Hunting- ton, Kitsuda, Kadoya, Ritchie, Cosper, Leon Axtman. “CUPID’S EYE” LENORE JUDKINS, ‘12 The opera, “Cupid’s Eye,” given by members of the South Pasadena High School, May 6, 1911, was a decided success. It was given under the supervision of Miss Harriet Vail, assisted by Miss Estelle Leach, and Miss Clara Wilde at the piano. Miss Marguerite Powell, as Sylvia, the court lady, and Miss Helen Mason as Betty, the little country maid, carried their parts splendidly; while Mr. Lloyd Cosper as De Lacy, and Mr. Palmer Ritchie, as William, did equally as well. The court ladies, Arabella and Araminta, and Prince Tobbytum should be highly commended for the excellent work they did. These parts were taken by Miss Helen Pearson, Miss Marjorie Gillies and Mr. Clarence Cope. The characters, Dolly, Molly and Polly, which were taken by Miss Lucile Spencer, Miss Gladys Barnes and Miss Esta Kite, were well portrayed and the choruses sang unusually well. The scenery, which was painted by Miss Ada Chase and some of her art class, Misses Dorothy Brickels, Caskey and Lenore Judkins, added greatly to the ap- pearance of the stage. “THE SOPHOMORE” For the Class Day performance, the Senior class on June 17, 1911, will present a three-act comedy, “The Sophomore,” in which all the mem- bers will take part. It is to be a colege play, full of interest in all three acts. It is redolent in amusing scenes and of such a nature as to please both old and young. CHOICE CORIN DODSON, ’12 They say a poem I have to write. I’d rather work; I’d rather fight, For it’s awful hard to have to do The thing you are not fitted to. I’d rather dig ’mong Latin roots; I’d rather delve “mong old Greek flutes; I’d rather work, yea, work and wrangle Trying to trace a Geometry angle. I’d rather search the mystery Of Modern and Medieval History Than thus to fool away my time Making this nonsensical rhyme. I’d rather far to do my best Tussling with a hard old test, For it’s awful hard to have to do The thing you are not fitted to. A TRAGEDY HELEN REEHL, ’13 I guess I’ll write a poem, Just a little on the side; Though I’ve often tried to do ’em, Still there’re some I haven’t tried. I’ve tried the sonnet, ode, and such; I’ve tried the ballad and the tale; The first, alas, sure are not much, The last all spell the name of fail. And from this rhyme you now can guess There’s only one thing left for me— The mournfullest of all the rest, The kind that is spelled Tragedy. HARRY HOVER ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION RUTH JOHNSON PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT HELEN PEARSON CLARK SWAN TREASURER SECRETARY THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION—1910-11 HELEN PEARSON, ’12 The Athletic Association of S. P. H. S. has completed one of its most successful and interesting years since the organization of that part of school activities. The membership, about one hundred, was greater in proportion to the Student Body enrollment than every before, while the finances, though not so high as they might have been, were sufficient to carry us through the year. Most of the meetings were carried on with enthusiasm, although, to be sure, Mr. Hover saw that they were kept in good order. In past years the discussions were handled almost entirely by the boys, but during the term ’10-’11, the girls were more in evidence and often were strong enough in argument and votes to turn a decision their way. The prizes for the annual competition in school songs and yells were handsome, pillows made up in orange and black, Miss Helen List and Mr. Walter Lord being the lucky winners. Besides awarding the “S” for prowess in out-door athletics, a new custom of presenting sweaters to those who win two “S’s” during a term was started, and these certainly add to the fellows’ appearance when worn about the campus or the town. The girls are still hoping that some day they also will be allowed to compete in Interscholastic basketball or tennis, so that they may earn the privilege of wearing the school colors. In the month of January, the Occidental Glee Club Entertainers furnished a very clever and amusing evening for the benefit of the Athletic Association Treasury, for which we tried to show our appreciation by a full house. Though the spirit and interest manifested has been very general and hearty, yet, as the school grows, the support of the Association, the at- tendance at games, and especially the enthusiasm might be much greater. TO A VIOLET CAROL CASKEY, ’12 Beneath a small crag in a shady dell, Beneath a wee fern, where some might tell Were secrets hidden, ’way deep in the wood A modest violet joyfully grew. Each morn as the sun rose so stately and still, Each morn as the gold light crept over the hill, The shy little head, in its bonnet so quaint, Was raised to the sky so blue. On, on as he crept in th eheaven above, On, on as he went shedding sun-beams of love, The violet’s sweet face from her bower of green Was changed at last to a golden hue. All during the bright sunny hours of June, All during the season when earth is in tune, In her sweet quiet way with an influence kind She gave to her world a meaning new. At last as the summer grew on to its close, At last when the autumn winds blighted the rose, The we tiny blossom was carried away From a world she had gladly made more true. HARRY HOVER ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION RUTH JOHNSON PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT HELEN PEARSON CLARK SWAN TREASURER SECRETARY THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION—1910-11 HELEN PEARSON, ‘12 The Athletic Association of S. P. H. S. has completed one of its most successful and interesting years since the organization of that part of school activities. The membership, about one hundred, was greater in proportion to the Student Body enrollment than every before, while the finances, though not so high as they might have been, were sufficient to carry us through the year. Most of the meetings were carried on with enthusiasm, although, to be sure, Mr. Hover saw that they were kept in good order. In past years the discussions were handled almost entirely by the boys, but during the term ’10-'11, the girls were more in evidence and often were strong enough in argument and votes to turn a decision their way. The prizes for the annual competition in school songs and yells were handsome, pillows made up in orange and black, Miss Helen List and Mr. Walter Lord being the lucky winners. Besides awarding the “S” for prowess in out-door athletics, a new custom of presenting sweaters to those who win two “S’s” during a term was started, and these certainly add to the fellows’ appearance when worn about the campus or the town. The girls are still hoping that some day they also will be allowed to compete in Interscholastic basketball or tennis, so that they may earn the privilege of wearing the school colors. In the month of January, the Occidental Glee Club Entertainers furnished a very clever and amusing evening for the benefit of the Athletic Association Treasury, for which we tried to show our appreciation by a full house. Though the spirit and interest manifested has been very general and hearty, yet, as the school grows, the support of the Association, the at- tendance at games, and especially the enthusiasm might be much greater. TO A VIOLET CAROL CASKEY, ’12 Beneath a small crag in a shady dell, Beneath a wee fern, where some might tell Were secrets hidden, way deep in the wood A modest violet joyfully grew. Each morn as the sun rose so stately and still, Each morn as the gold light crept over the hill, The shy little head, in its bonnet so quaint, Was raised to the sky so blue. On, on as he crept in th eheaven above, On, on as he went shedding sun-beams of love, The violet’s sweet face from her bower of green Was changed at last to a golden hue. All during the bright sunny hours of June, All during the season when earth is in tune, In her sweet quiet way with an influence kind She gave to her world a meaning new. At last as the summer grew on to its close, At last when the autumn winds blighted the rose, The we tiny blossom was carried away From a world she had gladly made more true. At the beginning of the year, after a few tryouts a first team was selected from the material at hand. The team was as follows: Harry Hover and Edward Wyche, forwards; Palmer Ritchie, center; Harold Stockman and Claude Hunter (Capt.), guards, and Clarence Cope, Herbert Jones and Earl Bookenoogen, substitutes. Captain Hunter, throughout the year, showed his ability to run the team. In Harry Hover we found one of the best forwards we have ever had. The rest of the team also showed up very well. Following is a record of some of the games played: S. P. H. S., 24; Oxy College, 19. See is So cOne AN. Hesen20. Sweab Savas baris., 20 S H. S., 33; Oxy Freshmen, 22. Ss S., 86; Gardena, 18. N) , 21; Oxy Preps, 18. NS) P; 1 lal, ney lle hSt P. H.S., 18; Whittier, 48. FRANK KITSUDA, ‘11 There is no doubt that the track work is one of the best and hardest interscholastic out-door sports. It 23 MILES gow is not so spectacular as a ball game, SOUTH PASADENA FSS SM but it is rather realistic in the man- ner of exhibition of the muscular strength. Ever since the founding of our High School, there has been de- velopment along this line. In the year 1910-11, under the most en- thusiastic and meritorious direc- tion and management, we made many a remarkable showing. Indeed, the school record has been broken this year in the following events: 50-yd. dash, Hover, in 5 2-5 sec. 440-yd. dash, Hunter, in 56 sec. 880-yd. dash, Hunter, in 2 min., 9 2-5 sec. 1-mile run, High, in 5 min., 8 sec. Discus throw, Stokes, dist., 113 ft. Shot-put, Stokes, dist., 42 ft., 7 in. Ball throw, Hover, dist., 312 ft. High jump, Stokes, height, 5 ft., 4 in. Broad jump, Hover, dist., 18 ft., 9 in. On the 18th of February our representatives of the track team met Monrovia High School at Monrovia. The result was as follows: 50-yard dash won by Beebe; Hover, third—time 5 3-5 sec.; 100-yard dash, Hover, second; Beebe, third—time, 10 2-5 sec.; 220-yard dash won by Hover; 440-yard, Hunter, second; 880-yard won by Hunter—time, 2 min., 15 sec.; 1 mile run won by High; Kiesling, second—time, 5 min., 21 sec.; shot-put, Stokes, second—dist., 44 ft., 4 in.; hammer throw, Stokes, second; discus throw, Stokes, second; high jump, Stokes, third. Final score: S. P. H. S., 42; Monrovia, 75. We are proud of Claude Hunter, who entered the big San Fernando Track Meet on the 22nd of February and captured a gold medal in the 880- yard dash. There was no luck about winning the first place in such a big event as that. He showed a tremendous endurance; his steady and speedy strides were the things which attracted the spectators’ attention. He made it in 8 min., 9 2-5 sec. His faithful training deserved the gold medal. Beebe qualified for final in the 100-yard dash, but, owing to the poor start, he lost his point. February 25th, South Pasadena, Throop, Pasadena and Hollywood High Schools met at Tournament Park, Pasadena. Hunter won the 880- yard dash—time 2 min., 12 2-5 sec. Hover tied for third in the ball throw. High made a point in the one mile run. Ritchie scored a point in the 220-yard hurdles. On the 18th of March Hunter went in the county meet held at Baer’s Park, and won second place in the 880-yard dash. For the third year our school has been represented in tennis. This year, after a few try-outs, the team was selected as follows: Harold Hunt- ington, (Capt.), first man; Roy Pearson, second man; Camden Knight, third man, and Walter Lord, fourth man. Early in the season Harry Hover showed his class as a second man when he helped to defeat the Al- hambra pair. During the season South Pasadena defeated Alhambra and Occi- dental; while she was defeated in other tournaments by Harvard, Occi- dental and Alhambra. It is much to be desired that we have representa- tives at Ojai, and also in the county tournament. Next year when our players have had more experience, a good showing is expected. E. LESTER COX The prospects of this year’s team were much brighter than those of former years. With four veterans, Hover, Stockman, Hunter and Coots, and other material a team was selected which it was thought would bring honor to the school. Hover was selected to act as captain, Cox, as man- ager. The team, as finally selected for the first league game with Whit- tier, was: Catcher, Hover; pitcher, Stockman; first base, Hunter; second base, Coots; third base, Wyche; shortstop, Donaldson; left field, Perkins; center field, Freeman; right field, Ritchie, Cope. The team started off well, defeating Whittier in the first game to a 3-2 tune on March 18. On March 22 the team journeyed to Occidental to play the ’varsity. Although we were defeated by a score of 5-0, we were not discouraged. On March 24th the Pott’s Business College team came to our grounds and again handed us the short end of a 6-4 score. The following Monday was the time for receiving back examination papers and as a result of failures, Hover, Perkins and Freeman were dis- covered to be out of the game for a month. This necessitated shifting the team and the whipping of new material into shape. Hunter was shifted from first base to catcher; High was given the duty of watching first base; Coots was shifted from second to short, and Donaldson from short to sec- ond. In the outfield Cope was placed in left garden and Bookenoogen in center to fill the vacant places. The team went to U.S. C. on Saturday, April 1st, to play the U.S. C. Preps. The team was given the short end of a 8-2 score. However, it was discovered that the U. S. C. eligibility list was not made out right and as a result the game was ordered to be played over. After the U. S. C. game it was found necessary again to shift the team around on account of the fact that our pitcher, Stockman, was laid up with a lame back. Through kind Providence, the league schedule was rearranged, thereby giving a few weeks to get the team into shape. Hunter was placed on the delivering end and Stockman on the receiving end of the battery and the rejuvenated team met Pott’s Business College team at Pasadena on the 21st of April. There were about forty girls enrolled this year for basket-ball, this being the largest number of any one year. Many of them were new at the game, but prac- tice twice a week soon enabled them to “catch on.” A much needed and greatly appreciated improvement was a new court, which en- abled four teams to play at once. A new plan took the place of the inter- scholastic schedule of previous years. This was in the nature of inter-class games. The practices were for the purpose of exercise and to arouse a good school- spirit. A captain was chosen from each of the classes and two teams from each class, with the exception of the Senior, which supported only one. Several inter- class games were played and a few be- tween the Freshman and Grammar schools. As a grand final a “spread” was given in the gymnasium, which was followed by a “stunt” from each class. This closed the most beneficial year of girls’ basket-ball. Tennis was next taken up, about thirty-six girls playing. Several matches with outside schools were played, in which the girls showed a re- markable ability in wielding the racket. Altogether a fairly good show- ing was made, especially since it was the first year and so many were not “on to it’. TIVd LaAMsSvd STYHID WEARERS OF S. P. H. S. MONOGRAM Baseball Wellford Seay, ’09 Charlie Coots, 712 Harry Moore, ’09 John Coots, ’09 Will Morrill Ralph Wilcox, 710 Homer Wride, 10 Sidney Foster Walter Cooley Edwin Lawyer, 710 Carleton Gilbert, ’09 Harold Stockman, 713 Claude Hunter, 711 Carleton P. Ritchie, ’11 Harry Hover, ’12 Melvin Donaldson, ’14 Jesse Richardson Charles Thornburg, ’13 George Coots Edward Wyche, 714 Chester Horton Clare Cope, 713 Seymour Bisbee Earl Bookenogen, 713 Boys’ Basketball Ira Thomas, ’09 Sidney Foster Harvey Tadlock Wellford Seay, ’09 George Bragonier Edwin Lawyer, 710 Claude Hunter, ’11 John Jones, ’11 Palmer Ritchie, ’11 Clare Cope, 713 Harold Stockman, ’13 Edward Wyche, 714 Chester Horton Girls’ Basketball Mary Gillies, ’08 Hazel Gleason Helen Freedle, ’11 Marguerite Bowen Agnes Peet Genevera Peet Bessie Farrell, ’08 Stella Freeman Mabel Everett, 711 Reine Rogers Henrietta Castleman, ’09 Track Sidney Foster Claude Hunter, ’11 Herbert Stokes Fred High, ’12 Harry Hover, 712 Charles Beebe, 713 Tennis Harold Barden, ’10 Harold Huntington, Claude Hunter, ’11 Harry Hover, 712 Camden Knight, ’14 Roy Pearson, 714 Walter Lord, 713 Leon Jacobson, 714 Wearers of “S” Sweater Claude Hunter, ’11 Harry Hover, 712 Palmer Ritchie, ’11 Clare Cope, 713 Harold Stockman, 713 Edward Wyche, 714 Wearers of “S” Debating Pin Louise Mason, 711. Palmer Ritchie, ’11 Ruth Johnson, 712 Barrett Kiesling, 7138 Dwight Baker, 710 George Bragonier FIVE YEARS AGO—1906 The High School has taken up its work in the small room above the Model Grocery until the completion of the new building. School was dismissed Friday afternoon on account of the noise from the meat grinder in the market below the school. The inspector from the University of California visited our school Monday and recommended to the State the work of the school. Three cheers for S. P. H. S. As this goes to press, we report an accident to Carleton Glibert. In heroically throwing the overturned heating plant (portable oil stove) from the window, he sustained severe burns about his two hands. The burn causes less suffering than the fact of inability to prepare his written less ons. The close quarters of the school afford an unusual opportunity for good fellowship and genuine school spirit. ‘No loss without some gain.” OUR WORTHY CHEMIST MARGUERITE POWELL, 712 ’Tis third period in the morning, And as our good grinds should be, Each with pencil, book, and paper, All are learning chemistry. Some are talking, others laughing; Some are studying C H.4; Few are frowning near the windows, Looking through some books of lore. Near north windows, in the corner— Apron once so clean and bright— Stands a lad, while, all about him, Students edge away in fright. He knows not the word called danger, With all chemicals he’s free; Some day when the smoke has cleared, Find Zoe clinging to a tree. FOOLISH QUESTIONS NOW AND THEN ARE RELISHED BY THE BEST OF MEN” Can a Daisy Trott? Does a girl like a Dahl-Beebe? Why did Louise Dodge? Does Maude like Herring? Is Lois a Baker? Is there a Fowler for every Ward? Does Margaret play Games? Did you get the Lists from Rutn What is Edith Wilde about? and Helen? Where can Addie Wride? Are you going to Knight? Is Margaret Po-well? What makes Helen Soare? Is Alice worth a Penny? Where can Be-Bee? Did you ever see that Towne? Did you buy some Hamm? Is the Raymond made of Stone? Whom did Colum-bus ? Did you get days of Grace from Dedicated to Hunter: your Lawyer? “What is the best thing for chest Is Louise a good Mason? expansion? “Medals.” GRiex Av 2 His CHankeeLer Cur’ 0, YOU HOVER! A little bit of writing, Written on the cuff, Helps a guy remember Lots of important stuff. S c ery ds peal NN ( Toe ver aS “ flea yeu Fook, When yeuporcet Meur Wrsceurse CLASSIFIED LINERS. WANTS Wanted—An alarm clock for use in Latin. Daisy Trott. Wanted—Information as to who stacked the books. The School. Wanted—Excuses for absences. Cash paid. C. Foster Wanted—Somebody to make a fuss over me. R. Stone. Wanted—Everybody to know I can play baseball. M. Donaldson. Wanted—To know what _ the Juniors do in their meeting. The Seniors. Wanted—Information leading to arrest and conviction of two hold- up men. J. Fleming. Wanted—An ment. “EK” in deport- G. Allen. _ Wanted—To know what Mr. Gra- ble thought when he missed his hat —also what he said to Cupid. Wanted—A muffler, attached to the Chemistry class. E. A. Leach. LOST Lost—An original story entitled, “How I Arrived at School on Time.” Nellie Harris. Lost—A purple necktie. A smile. H. Huntington. Lost—One Paige-Detroit Auto- mobile. G. Allen. Lost—A curl. A. Farrell. TO LET To let—One Junior’s head. Un- furnished. GOOD ADVICE TO— Cupid: Condense. Stone: Get a hair cut. Brick: Give some one else a chance. Claude: socks. Boys’ Glee Club: Muffle it. Cox: Go on the retired list, or be a spectator for once! Bury those old rose Freshman: the class 711. Always look up to Facsi™) xe aaa Soe Allen—“You say that a pony will save half my studying?” Book Dealer—‘‘Yes.”’ Allen—“Give me two.” iS = oy Cups Was veenee Glee iad PRuse ( W Miss Leach in English “What is a cenotaph?” Smart Boy—‘“A cenotaph is a monument erected to a person who is not buried.” 11— We hear the sophs are disabled— they were struck with an idea. There was a young lady name Fitch Who heard some one moving, at which She took off her hat And found that her rat Had fallen asleep at the switch.—Ex. Stone (otherwise known at “Lit- tle Rock’’) says: “Tf it be true that love is blind And lovers can not see, Then why, in the dickens, don’t some girl Just fall in love with me?” Taylor (in Commercial Law)— “Mr. Edwards, I once was in the penitentiary at Columbus, Ohio.” Mr. Edwards—‘Is that so? What offense ?”” School Geometry— To Prove: That if you love a girl, conversely she loves you. Proof : You are a lover All the world loves a lover. The girl is all the world i: you Therefore: She loves you. .Q.E.D. AOD Miss Leach—“Why don’t you speak louder?” Bright Soph—‘A turneth away wrath.” soft answer “Miss Axtman, are you studying American History ?” “No, I am only taking it.” Overheard (on the grounds)— “Say, kid, look at Cupid; he walks like an ace of spades.” Mr. Grable’s question in exam.— Give the date of the treaty of 1763. 0, YOU HOVER! A little bit of writing, Written on the cuff, Helps a guy remember Lots of important stuff. = a UA aN ( | 4 Aah Re Ne CLASSIFIED LINERS. WANTS Wanted—An alarm clock for use in Latin. Daisy Trott. Wanted—Information as to who stacked the books. The School. Wanted—Excuses for absences. Cash paid. C. Foster Wanted—Somebody to make a fuss over me. R. Stone. Wanted—Everybody to know I can play baseball. M. Donaldson. Wanted—To know what the Juniors do in their meeting. The Seniors. Wanted—Information leading to arrest and conviction of two hold- up men. J. Fleming. Wanted—An ment. “E” in deport- G. Allen. Wanted—To know what Mr. Gra- ble thought when he missed his hat —also what he said to Cupid. Wanted—A muffler, attached to the Chemistry class. E. A. Leach. LOST Lost—An original story entitled, “How I Arrived at School on Time.” Nellie Harris. Lost—A purple necktie. A smile. H. Huntington. Lost—One Paige-Detroit Auto- mobile. G. Allen. Lost—A curl. A. Farrell. TO LET To let—One Junior’s head. Un- furnished. GOOD ADVICE TO— Cupid: Condense. Stone: Get a hair cut. Brick: Give some one else a chance. Claude: socks. Boys’ Glee Club: Muffle it. Cox: Go on the retired list, or be a spectator for once! Bury those old _ rose Freshman: Always look up to the class 711. Facs: MIbe CPE ies: Allen—“‘You say that a pony will save half my studying?” Book Dealer—‘“Yes.”’ Allen—“Give me two.” WAS Romaved ren GleeQrud Ruse — AY) be Miss Leach in English ’11— “What is a cenotaph?” Smart Boy—“A cenotaph is a monument erected to a person who is not buried.” We hear the sophs are disabled— they were struck with an idea. There was a young lady name Fitch Who heard some one moving, at which She took off her hat And found that her rat Had fallen asleep at the switch.—Ex. Stone (otherwise known at “Lit- tle Rock’’) says: “Tf it be true that love is blind And lovers can not see, Then why, in the dickens, don’t some girl Just fall in love with me?” Taylor (in Commercial Law)— “Mr. Edwards, I once was in the penitentiary at Columbus, Ohio.” Mr. Edwards—“‘Is that so? What offense ?” School Geometry— To Prove: That if you love a girl, conversely she loves you. Proof: You are a lover All the world loves a lover. . Ax. The girl is all the world to you Therefore: She loves you. .Q.E —Hx. Miss Leach—‘Why don’t you speak louder?” Bright Soph—‘A turneth away wrath.” soft answer “Miss Axtman, are you studying American History ?” “No, I am only taking it.” Overheard (on the grounds)— “Say, kid, look at Cupid; he walks like an ace of spades.” Mr. Grable’s question in exam.— Give the date of the treaty of 1763. The first day, when the bell that announced the termination of the first period, rang, a wee freshman was heard to exclaim joyously, “What? Recess this early ?” M. G.—‘T don’t believe in vivisec- tions, but it isn’t so bad if they kill the poor beast first.” Physician—‘‘Are you feeling very ill? Let me see your tongue, please.” Patient—“It’s no use, doctor,” was the reply, “No tongue can tell how bad I feel.’ SONG HITS BY LOCAL LIGHTS 1. Oh, I’m a Sunday School Scholar.—C. Foster. 2. Every Day Is Lady’s Day With Me.—R. Stone. 8. Gee! I Wish I Had a Girl.— R. Stone. 4. I’m Papa’s Little heart.—C. Thornburg. 5. No Wedding Bells For Me.— Lester Cox. 6. And She Blames My Dreamy Eyes—Charles Ewing. 7. Keep-A-Moving.—T. E. Gra- ble. Sweet- Miss McRae (In Domestic Sci- ence)—After you put the egg in, what do you do next, Miss Spencer ? Miss Spencer—‘“Beat it.” Mr. Grable’s definition of Reci- procity—“If you tickle me, I’ll tickle you.” Art Student (In Mechanical Drawing) —“I think this is the best plate I ever drew. Miss Chase—“Don’t let that dis- courage you.” Miss Tichnor (In Botany)—How many brought a weed to draw to- day? Harold Stockman—‘I’d almost forgotten about it, but I just hap- pened to see one that looked young and foolish, so I brought it along.” One day after a poor recitation in Geometry Miss Wishard, rather out of patience, said, “I feel tempted to give you an examination.” Timid response from the rear— “Yield not to temptation.” die S$ We Mewes? CNC Ken KIGKEING Should Le ene 1G. Sho ed WHY? Becaus, ortee ache The Hensfoot Cackler A WEEKLY, IMAGINED A. D. 1911 Vol. IXV HENSFOOT, LOS ANGELES COUNTY, CALIFORNIA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 31, 193 5 No. 3 a ee — CLUCKS One of our esteemed citizens, Dr. Lorenzo S= Whiting, has recently patented a cast steel Warm weather again. uniform which, he declares, will be a boon to all chemistry students who prefer a natural death. Chain up your hens; consider. your neigh- | bors. The boys of this town celebrated Wash- Enough! Brother Wollober, turn off the | ington’s birthday in the usual thorough heat. bali manner this year. These acts of vandal- ism must stop. Miss Freedle was shocked to find her millinery sign down, and one 2 F . reading ‘‘Socks, Codfish and Drugs for Raymond Perkins and family have just re- | yale’ inserted in its place. Mr. Lord’s turned from a week’s sojourn with relatives | peautiful home found a lumber wagon George Allen is building a new dog-house. in South Pasadena. reposing on its rcof. Mr. Lord has not Sos Ss yet corraled all his pigs, either. When TONIGHT!!! interviewed Mr. Lord said many things. Oyster Supper His ire is up, and, in spite of his millions, Whores” MethudiauChancn: he is thinking of running for constable. Time: Tuesday Evening. a Hunter, Cope and Fowler will render their famous stunt, ‘ Ten Thousand Years Ago.”’ Oysters! Oysters! Oysters! Come One! Come All! | who said oysters? Come to the Method- ist parlors Tuesday night and get your fill. L. Cox will deliver his famous oration, ‘Six Years in a High School.’’ We welcome our old friend, Harold Hunt- ington, back to our midst. He and his bride have returned from an extended honeymoon, and are now happy in their new home on R street. Lieut. Swan of the South Pasadena Sal- NR he a te as vation Army dropped over in this village Don’t forget the supper at the Methodist yesterday with a troup of street singers, church. Help the cause of woman’s suffrage. col'ecting funds for slum work in his town. Chicago oysters served. The lieutenant says he has already found Hensfoot a tight proposition when it comes Hensfoot High 1s fortunate in securing the | t o sweet charity. Wait tillafter that oys- services of H. Hover as mathematics teacher. | ter supper, Lieutenant. The ladies have a Mr. Hover comes from South Pasadena High, | corner on the charity stunt just now. where he has been appreciated the last quar- ter century. His long experience in mathe- matics will greatly strengthen that depart- ment of Hensfoot High. Ada Farrell has just opened up a hair- dressing and manicure shop. Hensfoot will soon be noted for its beautiful women. Bully for you, Miss Farrell. Louise Mason, who has been employed by different nickle and dime museums throughout the country, is now back She is engaged to Prunes taken on subscription at the play the piano at the local Nicolodeum. Cackler office. WE APPRECIATE YOU —OLD MAN Beebe, Charles—For track work. Keep it up, Beebe. Coots, (Chad)—Baseball. there with the goods. You’re Cope, Clarence—Basketball. Lots of school enthusiasm. Donaldson, Mell—Baseball. You’re a freshman of the right sort. Grable, Coach—You’re all right; needless to say, we like you, Mr. Grable. High, Fred—Track. We'll from you next year, Fred. hear Hover, Harry—Athletics in gen- eral. A. A. Association. Art work for Copa de Oro. Hunter, Claude—Enough - said. We hate to lose you. Huntington, Harold — Tennis. Classy work! Kiesling, Barrett—Interscolastic debates. You’re a comer. Stockman, Hec—Baskethball, base- ball, Student Body. Stokes, Herbert—For good track work. Your experience and enthu- siasm helped us immensely. Wyche, Ed—Basketball, ball. Stick with it. AND YOU, TOO, GIRLS. Ferry, Edna—Work on the Copa de Ora. Johnson, Ruth — Interscholastic debate. School spirit. Mason, Louise—What would we do without our pianist? Oratorical contest. Bas :- Mason, Helen— Copa de Ora. Student Body party. Powell, Marguerite — Student Body. In school enthusiasm—you’re wide awake. Woodruff, Alice—Managing Stu- dent Body money. Not easy work. Girls—Here’s to you all. Freshie—‘“In class this morning the professor in English spoke about Beaumont and Fletcher. 1 know who Beaumont is. Of course, he’s that new outfielder for the Cubs; but who in the Sam Hill is Fletch- er?” Sophy—“Why, he’s the guy that says you must chew your food 136 times before you swallow it.” Miss Leach (In giving out lesson in English)—“We shall take the life of Shakespeare to-morrow.” Voice—“‘How can we, he died long ago?” ENGLISH Freshman English—Narration. Sophomore English—Conglomer- ation. Junior English—Botheration. Senior English—Disputation. —Hx. YES, OF COURSE I stood upon a mountain, Looking down upon a plain, And there I saw before me A field of waving grain. And then I looked again, And thought it must be grass; But, lo, unto my horror, It was the Freshman class! —Ex. 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South Pasadena FURNITURE STORE Successors to Dickson Bros. «+� “‘Money Back’’ Store... Awnings and Canvas Rolls PUT UP Oneonta Hardware Company Home 39589 Mission and Fair Oaks Main 1023 PROMPT AUTO DELIVERY Furniture and Upholstering Household Goods Repairing New Second-Hand and Finishing Said the shoe to the stocking, “T’ll wear a hole in you”; Said the stocking to the shoe, “T’ll be darned if you do.”—Ex. Fred T. Huggins . SHOES.. 149 East Colorado St. PASADENA - CALIFORNIA Phone Sunset First-Class 1324 Repairing E. B. CORAM HEADQUARTERS FOR SCHOOL Curlery BOOKS AND SCHOOL SUPPLIES Sporting Goods of all kinds. Dealer in Edison Sundries Phonographs. Picture Framing a a Specialty : : 1015 Mission Street Nees Poke SOUTH PASADENA 1007 Mission St. South Pasadena If you meet some ancient jokes, Decked out in modern guise, Don’t frown and call this thing a joke, Just laugh—don’t be too wise. Have you been there ? 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Fair Oaks Ave., Pasadena, Cal. Teacher—“How would you punctuate this sentence. The pretty girl was walking down the street?” Hover—‘“Why, I’d make a dash after the ‘pretty girl.’ ”� —Ex. SUNSET 1910 ae TELEPHONES HOME 1907 Nippon Nursery Co. East Orange Grove Avenue, near Hill Take North Loop Car Ornamental Trees of All Kinds, Palms, Ferns and Evergreens LOWEST PRICES IN CITY Pati hfice Box Ho, 542 PASADENA, CALIFORNIA Pee ae tetectit GEO. Hl. SCHULTZ you want to RARE POI EAE SELLE BIS ELT OE LT, be coming to 1016 MISSION STREET Invites an Inspection of His Sears’ eae Barber Shoes Shop and Furnishing Goods 1013 MISSION S?. Best Selected Stock Ever in C. W. 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