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

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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.

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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.

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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-