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

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qgf 5 Eu.- Foreword .3 C, HEN this book of memories is read, QA? and thoughts go wandering back over the achievements of the past, perhaps it will be realized what a fbured - - M 21 happy adventure and a glorious pri- vilege it is to be a student in Stock- ton High School, The very thought of being associated with such an institution of learning fills one's heart with pride and admiration, and inspires one to look forward to greater accom- plishments in scholarship and activities. There comes into one's soul the great desire to keep the coveted flower of success forever blooming: one's spirit is fired with thoughts of ambition and hope which challenge him to hold before the goal of high and noble aspiration. Evening THIRD PRIZE POEM ,ef if 'f By Edward Anderson, 9A Over the far flung distance, The shadows rise and fall, And the purple misted mountains Answer the bugle call. Close to its western portal, The sun's last colors fadeg And, still in the sudden silence Lie valley, hill, and glade. Soft as a bird at settling Into its hidden nest, With tender arms the twilight Wraps the world to rest.

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Table Oil: COIm1i:C1nnts SECTION I CLASSES SECTION II ORGANIZATIONS SECTION III LITERARY SECTION IV ACTIVITIES SECTION V LIFE ON THE CAMPUS SECTION VI ATHLETICS 'SHR'

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Dedication I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. -Psalms CXXl:I. This Annual is dedicated to the mountains of California--to their mighty snow-capped peaks and gigantic cliffs-to their tumultuous waterfalls. A mountain is a symbol of high ideals and aspirations: it is like a pathway in LIFE-rug- ged and steep, where the adventurer must keep his eyes ever toward the summit, and plod on with hope and determination in his heart, if he desires to reach the top-the goal of success. lln the Mountains HONORABLE MENTION By Gordon Gray, IOA I stand on Glacier Point and see Great mountains clad with snow: l hear the whisper of the trees In the valleys far below. Here is a spruce+there is a pine, And here is a redwood kingg And here where beauty is sublime, The wrens and skylarks sing. Along the roaring mountain brooks, Are ferns and clinging vinesg Above the dark and shady nooks, Are mighty sugar pines, l love to doze beside a stream, To pick the dainty flowers, To sit beneath the pines and dream Away the silent hours. 'SWE'