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

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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.

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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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QUO VADIS Act — Unconventional. Scene — Say, for instance, Los Angeles. Time — 3:30 Wednesday P. M.. . Dramatis Personae — Just any nine young ladies. Materials needed — Forty-five cents. When nine young ladies have bound themselves by solemn oath to enjoy life on each Wjednesday P. M., they must curb their entertainment to meet circumstances, or, putting it more plainly, purses. To spend forty-five cents on nine young ladies is a difficult problem to solve, not because the immensity of the sum, hov - ev er. Habitual loafers in Sixth Street Park may perhaps re- member witnessing at least part of the solution on the corner of Grand and Fifth — not at the pop-corn stand, for that is on Hill, and besides pop-corn would have been so silly for the enjoyment of intellectual minds. Some weighty problem must be for such as they. Did you ever pause to consider that there is more real mental activity necessary in taking a car ride than in — well — attending a Senior Seminar? There is nothing unusual in the fact that nine young ladies should at a certain corner all get upon a Plaza car, and each in ' turn hand the conductor a nickel. Nor likewise is it queer that this nine should all transfer south on Spring. Often it is the case that nine young ladies get on the car at one corner; but it is not until they each ask the conductor for similar transfers that the other occupants of the car give that mysterious smile. Running east on Ninth street, as some may know, is a car system. The cars make up in furnishings what they lack in num- ber. There being only two on the line, they well can afford to be large and airy with upholstered seats and civil conductors. Civil ! Why it was impersonated civility who took the transfers from our nine young friends. When one, she of a sober mien, asked if she could be transferred to East Mateo street. Civility deliberately pulled out a watch, punched a green bit of paper and extended 10