Torrance High School - Torch Yearbook (Torrance, CA)

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BUSNESS STAFF l Mrs. Leirha Sells - Secrelary Mrs. Helen Be-nneH Clerk Miss Margarel Tiffany - - Clerk Mr. John Haig - Business Manager S CUSTCDDIANS Mr. Powell, Head Cusfodian Mrs. Harder Mr. Price Mr. Prime Mr. Schroeder Mr. Taylor Mr. Van Wagenen Mr. Wood Mrs. Priesf Mr. Linus M. Reed Head Gardener- Mr. Jack L. Crufclwer Gardener- Mr. William D. Jones

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lrene Mills Grace Morse Guy Mowry Louis Sauler Clara Shearer Harry Slone - Madeleine Urquharl Sara Vaubel - Francis Waddingham Jessie Weaver - Margarel Woods Slella Young - Pere Zamperini - - - English La'rin, English, Counselor - - - Chernisiry Social Sludies, Orcheslra, Band ' - - - Mathematics - Agriculfure Vocaiional Cooking English, Social Sludies -Physics, Biology, Radio Shorlhand, Typewriling - - Social Siudies, English Social Sludies. Consurner Educalion - - Baslcelball and Track FACULTY

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FACULTY Bernard Friedman inferviews Mr. Elson for column in lhe Torrance News Torch. The Principal's Desk . IF WE WERE GODS ' I SHOULD LIKE TO BE A NAIAD Given by Diana a cool green shrine, deep wifhin fall groves of pine, There l'd lis+ 'ro sparkling lounlains, gaze my hll of snow-capped mounfains: Here l'd galher myriads of flowers, 'rhaf grow where walerfalls send lheir showers. Never would I lonely be. for l'd commune wifh fhe Dryads who guard fhe free. On mild spring days when buds were sprouling, fanned by cool breezes l'd 'fake an ouling: Then l'cl sir and dream all day: such pleasures drive all care away. On calm summer nighls 'lwould be enlrancing, when moon-beams fhrough free 'rops come dancing To floaf among sisfer-clouds and sfars. and swim across Diana's silver bars. TH E CENTAUR To qallop horses speedily I am afraid +0 lry. l walk my horsie slowly While The resl' go Tearing by. I look al Them regrelrlully And a leaf bedims my eye. While if l were a Cenlaur, l'd be in front of course: There would nol be a big hialus Belween me and lhe horse 1 And all would shouf wilh iealous rage, There goes Fracie Morse ! Mrs. Grace Morse Efhel R. Burnham. AURORA-THE GODDESS OF THE DAWN Shades of nighl, 'flee fasf away ll leave my bed. forlornl A Goddess you musf be. lhey say lSo l'm goddess of The Dawn l Oli all The gods on Olympian heighf Oh spare me fhis, I pray! For any woman looks a sighl' Who qreels 'fha break of day. And lale lo bed and la+e 'lo rise Has always been my lay: Bul l'll gel me up and aci quiie wise And cash in on My Day. Muriel B. Duncan