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

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Protege s of Senioi A Class. H Dorothea Patton. Wilma Ruth Patton. V ,:: v David Reeve.

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I thought everyone knew that the mere fact of being a Senior A entitled one to that privilege. I guess, when we have four boys, we have a perfect right to walk with a proud and haughty mien. Then the pianist of the school is a member of our class. Seven of us are in the Glee Club. It has not been the custom heretofore to let Seniors remain in the Club. Miss Hagan couldn ' t dispense with our services, and we were entreated to remain. We are the first class to do masterpieces in drawing — the scrapbox also originated with us. We have given the best readings from the platform that have ever been given (Mr. Ronan ' s, particularly, is worthy of special mention). We are the first class to give an outside social function. We have a typical ladies ' man. Such a treasure we are sure no other class possesses. We have the finest presi- dent any class of the Normal School ever possessed. We never sl[ee{ through Methods. Mr. Carner is especially wide-awake and interested. The faculty, considering the respect due us, deliberately and unhesitatingly gave us a half holiday for our picnic when we asked for it. That proves conclusively that we are perfectly justified in acting as though we owned the earth. June 3. — Only three weeks more now, and we ' ll be through. I feel aa though I couldn ' t wait, but the time is so filled with parties and such doings that it will go only too soon. As the time draws near for tiie final parting I can ' t help but feel a certain regret. However, it is a bad thing to allow yourself to get sentimental — anyway, I feel a stirring within of my poetic muse — stirred to action, no doubt, by the mingled emotions of pain, regret, etc. — so I ' ll leave off with my feelings, and trust my restless muse to express all in the following. So sayeth the muse : The time has come, I grieve to say. To speak of many things. Oh ! all too soon our parting ' s here ; The happy days had wings. Our teachers all have labored hard — For sometimes we were slow ; We have not done the things we should Nor known what we should know. And yet for all — thanks to their skill— We ' re learned in goodly lore. In phonics, music, stiff school law, And other things galore. The Normal School ' s a turning mill— Like columns made from logs We came in, merry maidens all — We go out pedagogues. Alack-a-day ! Our school life ' s past Next year, by book and rules. Psychology and Methods, too, We ' ll teach our little schools. And may the festive young idea, Long kept before our sight, Not get from us poor workmanship. But learn to shoot aright.

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Henrietta Gifford. Mabel A. Gilbert. Mary Errett. Nettie E. Trefethen. Bert Garner. Lena E. Dickej ' . Mildred Johnson- Nellie Moore. Mabelle Lncile Spinner.