University of California Los Angeles - Bruin Life / Southern Campus Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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OUR CLASS It is absolutely unnecessary to remark on the superiority of our class over all other classes ever graduated from the Los Angeles Normal. Prove our superiority? Certainly. To begin with, the first day we came every one said : Did you ever see such Juniors? No one ever had and I doubt if they ever do again. One or two bright minds are occasionally met with in a section — but a whole entering class displaying genius pure and unadulterated ! Such a thing was never before heard of. We attracted attention wherever we went. In chorus the vast assemblage of students would sit, hushed and awed, to hearken unto our grand and original interj retation of The Watch on the Rhine. When we passed the library, Miss Dunn always ran to the door in hopes of gaining some hint as to the management of the school from the fragments of our conversation. We never feared j Ir. ] Iiller as most Jiuiiors do. It was quite the opposite, and finally he came to have such confidence in us that he would sit in a corner and make paste-board houses while we conducted our own classes. As this was a perfectly harmless occupation and kept Mr. Miller happy, we saw that he was not interrupted. We were, above all things, a thoughtful class. We cherish many memories of our Junior terms, but, above all, the memory of our various excursions with Miss Monks. Once we went to San Pedro and there, as usual, outdid every previous class. We caught more devil-fish than any class Miss Monks had ever chap- eroned. They really seemed to have a fellow feeling for us. y j Some of us rememfcer eating pickled peaches with hatpins. If you don ' t believe that ' s an accomplishment, try it. And so we grew and grew, till we came to be middlers. At this stage most classes hibernate. But, as I have said before, we were not like any other class, the middler stage only gave us a broader field for fame. Did you never hear of the M. C. C. C. ? If not, look in the encyclopedia under Cake Club. You certainly remember the beautiful yellow and green curtain we bought for room I. Mr. Von Neumeyer helped buy it and then wanted his

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SENIOR A CALENDAR Sept. 2. School opens. All ( ?) Senior A ' s at school. 4. Receive assignments. 5. Meet critic teachers. 9. Begin teaching! ! ! 15. Dr. Small arrives! ! ! — ?;?,!. 23. Louise Hoechlin reads from the pla -form. Election of officers. Oct. 8. Class meeting. Discuss pins. Ermal Lea, class kicker. 15. Decide on class pins. Thanks lo Edtia Findlev. 17. First graduate takes her leave. ■ 20. Talk dresses. Decide we wear dresses. 21. Talk dresses. Decide we wear white waists and black skirts. . 22. Talk dresses. Decide we wear white waists anyhow. 27. Talk dresses. Decide we wear white waists and dark skirts. 29. Talk dresses. Decide we wear white dresses. 31. New Reading List posted. Nov. 4. Holiday. Seniors sleep late in the a. m. 12. Class pins arrive. Happy Senior A ' s. 13. Ladies ' Home Journal man comes. 14. End of first ten weeks of teaching. Tired Senior A ' s. 15. Class afternoon. Class pose for photos. Misses Findley and Rosenthal leave. 17. Louise Hoschlin eats some dinner.

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money back when he saw the curtain. This showed very poor taste on his part, but we never could educate him up to that cur- tain. At last we came to the final test of all classes — the training school ! We taught children of all ages and conditions, and it was wonderful how we made use of the primary smile and learned the high signs for writing in the sixth grade. We went through them so realistically that it made one think of a college f man greeting several of his Frat brothers in succession. The training school was vastly improved by our short stay. Bad boys are now unknown. But with all our devotion to the training school we, excep- tional class, found time to organize a rowing club ! Think of it I Senior A ' s actually having a club, and that a rowing club, at which peanuts and popcorn were always in order. ' Npw we are about to leave you. Appreciating our own worth, we naturally sjTnpathize with you in your sorrow at this time. But what can we do? Behind us we leave tears and be- fore us there are scores of weeping trustees who must be turned away because our numbers are not great enough to supply the demand for teachers from the winter class of ' 03. R. P. W., ' 03. NORMAL I remember, I remember, The Normal school so well ; That ' s where my reputation All of a sudden fell. That ' s where I made my blunders Into every room I went And when I disturbed the teachers, Into the hall was sent. That ' s where I got the reputation Of always being late. But then, I couldn ' t help it — It was the will of fate. That ' s where I lost my books In front desk or in rear. No matter where I put them, They all did disappear. That ' s where I use to whisper. When I went to chemistry, Until the teacher threatened To charge me extra fee. But then I was a Junior, And now those days are passed With me until my days are ended Those memories shall last. —A. E.