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

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Malcolm Verry There was a young man named Verry, Of his blue eyes the girls must be wary. With a piano he rags And the jazz never lags When we can persuade him to tarry. Violet Lent Her name it is one of the flora; Of course it’s not Dora or Cora. Of friends she has more Than one or two score; And her sweet eyes make us adore her. Vada Vestal In High School they called her petite, For her visage was charmingly sweet. Of course you can see This as plain as can be, - When up with her picture you meet. Dorothy Lantz Behind a pair of large tortoise shell glasses Dwells the diminutive one of the classes. Her name it is Lantz. She is fond of the dance. She’s the shyest of all the shy lasses. 31

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Gilbert Karste Gilbert, what a privilege you’ve had, To be both a lass and a lad; You did flirt as a girl Till our heads, they did whirl, So you changed to a boy, which was sad. Alice Jones Alice Jones, you are modest and shy, But back in your eyes does lie A look half demure Which tells one for sure, That you’re for all the fun that is nigh. Florence Sutton She weighed all she ate for a day, But alas! I am sorry to say, Her desire to be tall, Occasioned her fall, . And now she is dining on hay. Ouida Fincher 30 We once had a silver-tongued orator. Howe’er her opponents might roar—at her Skill we’re amazed, And her coolness unphased By the stalwartest case they could throw at her.

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THE CLASS OF 1919 It was moonlight on the desert and the sand dunes gleamed like white ghosts around the little oasis, accidently dropped down in this sandy furnace by some merciful aneel when the world was made. A soft sish-swish of sand was heard ag the camels walked slowly about. In the center of the oasis was a small gathering of Persian people, clad in their queer, beautiful costumes. They seemed to be having a conference of some sort and all their attention was directed toward one man who sat a little apart from the rest in a houdah, which had been removed from a camel’s back. Publecea Ali-Opinion, for it was he, was speaking: ‘“Peace to you, my brothers. We meet for the first time after a period of four years. Let us hear what has been accomplished by our Klas. Isha- paul Ali-Hadden, give us your report.’’ ‘“Ali-Opinion,’’ said Ali-Hadden, rising, ‘‘the Klas has indeed proved itself illustrious. In Spirit we have been proficient, winning a.debate with the Senior Klas when we were Freshmen. In Sports we were represented by Jac-ed Hop-Kin, Skeeta Hine-Safi, and others who are present. We ranked high in Sports, O Ali. As for Originality, words fail. We gave a Senior Vod-Ville and what a success it was! Do you not agree, brothers? Ah, I knew you would. We were noted for our Pep, especially in Klas meetings. We were very artistic, particularly as regards the painting of numerals. This, O Ali-Opinion, is barely a suggestion of our many valorous deeds.”’ [sha-Paul Ali-Hadden sat down and all showed their pleasure and approval by rising and bowing low. Ali-Opinion rose and spoke: ““Mriends, IT am indeed pleased with this account. I should like to hear of more of your accomplishments, but the cool night air is approaching. It is time we were going on our way to Mecea, the city of Higher Education. May our Klas keep these attributes as long as we live.”’ All rose and mounted their camels. The procession wended its way slowly over the gleaming sands; the soft sish-swish of the camels’ feet in the sand and the gentle tinkling of many silver bells, filled the desert air with the sweetest music. ELIZABETH CUNNINGHAM. {1919 32