Stockton High School - Guard and Tackle Yearbook (Stockton, CA)

Page 24 text:

ruin: L: :n :: xi-ui::1.,,i.,-,..i..,.1..1.u1u4.-....i...1..1.........-H..1,.,.1,,u1..1.n1u.1..1..1.. 1,.1..f::1.. 1: Z---,: 2 USE i 0RS 1q.1.,1..-..1..1...-...1I.-.I,ml1.0,1.,..........i..1..1..1..1.. .-...1....1M1,.........,1.11...1...in.-.I1,.1........1..1..i..1-.i::1-1 - 3: 3

Page 23 text:

OF CONSCIENCES By Julia Dupont Of all nuisances, bugbears, or plagues, a conscience, my conscience in particular, is the worst. It is constantly an- noying meg it is so tender. Why a conscience is called tender is a mystery to me. l think it is the most hard- hearted, uncompromising, dictatorial thing imaginable. lts only connection with tender is its touchiness and aptitude for getting its feelings worked up. My conscience never leaves me a moment's peace when it has once started nag- ging. It is full of foolish, old-fashioned ideas of behavior. I can't do this, or l can't do that simply because my consci- ence does not approve. It makes such a fuss over trivial little matters such as my going out in the rain without an umbrella when my mother is not home to make me take it. I love to go out in the rain without an umbrella, but I cannot because an argument like this invariably ensues: Meekly, from my conscience, You ought to take your umbrella. Coaxingly from me, lt is not raining very hard. More insistently from Conscience, That does not mat- ter. Your mother would want you to take it. Doggedly from me, She is not here, and, besides, she would not care. Conscience, with finality, You know she would want you to. You should not try to get around it like that. ln despair and anger, I am forced to give in and take it. What l want has absolutely nothing to do with the case. If l do get up backbone enough to do what l please against my conscience's wishes, it proceeds to treat me as a criminal and harp continually on my sins morning, noon, and night. l know a happy young person who claims to have no conscience. Oh what inexpressible bliss! To be able to shop-lift, or cheat, or rob banks if you wanted to fmy young friend, however, does not indulge in such sports, without your conscience's pointing an accusing finger at you! V Still, l suppose l should be thankful for the scrapes out of which fear of my tormenter has kept me. The still small voice within me has perhaps saved me from the cells of San Quentin. For its warnings and advice, l am duly grateful. Many times it has answered questions, not of right or wrong, but of the kindest or best thing to do, which my prejudiced mind has been unable to decide. l suppose consciences like the other parts of us were really put in for some use, and are not, as we sometimes feel, just aggravating dampeners of our spirits. ....111..i1...-1111111-111111.1.11-.1111...nu......-.1111...i1..11..1.1,,1,,

Page 25 text:

7- - -nz' up-I -1, ---- -7--1--11111111111111-.11111,,1,,1.,1,.1,,,1.,,1,, OFFICERS President ........ .... .... E v erett Prindle Vice-President ....... ........ D orothy Stowe Treasurer ......,. ........... B ardo Silva Secretary ,,,... ...,... H amilton Roberts Custodian ......r ......... P eter Todresic Class Motto: Seek the Highest and Best. Class Colors: Purple and White. Class Yell: Knock 'em dead, Kill 'em plentyg Stockton High School, Nineteen Twenty. gg gg-H1 l1n,1..1pg1..1..1pg1..1...1,. CLASS SONG Tripping away, joyous and gay, Without a care-- Laughing and bright, with hearts so light, Onward we go- Standing the test, seeking the best, Reaching our goal- Always be true, to white and blue. We love you, Old Stockton Highg we bid good-bye To one and all. Courses we've run, prizes we've won, Teachers and friends Dear to our heart, now we must part, Eager to go- But with the thought of all we leave behind. We bid farewell to high school And days that have gone by, Which we shall call forever Dear days of Stockton High. ln years to come, where'er we roam Memories sweet- Calling to mind days left behind, Sacred to all. Living once more days as of yore, Sweet days of youth, Calling anew, Always be true to you, Our dear old Stockton High, Our dear old Stockton High. -Agnes Henry, ' 2 0. fT1.me- My Isle of Golden Dreamsnj 1..1..1.1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1.1..1..1..-.n1.q1..1 1.11- - -'I' l 1 1 1 l l 1 ! l ! l 1 1 1 1 1 1 i -.l