University High School - The Cub Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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It was autumn sunu ' ton years after tlun llall a ain lelt the nffiee of the Dean of men. It was the day uu whieh the student awards were made, hids to honor societies were i i en. the initiation to the V fr S Society was lield, and above all, the awardinj;; of the citizenship medal was made. It was the custom for the student iiody to assemhiy in the (Ju.idr.inic ' e and to ijo from there in a body to the . udilorium to hear whom the committee h.id selected as the most representative citizen of the i;: ra(liiati in class. After the journey from tiie (Juadrani;le to the . uditorinm had i)een completed, and the audiince seated, tlie I )ean of Men arose. Uaisiilfj his hand for silence, he commenced, l ' aculty, students, and friends, before the awardinsj of the Hickinyhotham Medal we have a prominent ijcntleman who will address us. The l i.i.;ht llonoraiile Paul Stuart, Senator from this state. Mr. Chairman, faculty, and students. he henan. five months afjo John Hall, a ]iast winner of the 1 lickintjbotham Medal passed away. His ' life, a brilliant ins])iration to all of those whom he made ac(|uaint ance. broui ht him many friends. Several cjf his friends decided to honor his memory ith a fitting tribute. Rememberin the iiitense feeling of loyalty to his Alma Mater, we decided to i)lace upon this campus a memorial. These friends of his bestowed u])on me the gratifying pleasure of presenting to you the John Hall Memorial Trophy to be i)resented yearly to the most outstanding athlete in the graduating class. May I ask you to bow your heads for a few seconds in memory of John Hall, a strong man ])hysically, mentall -. and morally. — Gordon Arlett A FOG Oh, niany ' s the night that I ' ve waked u]i And found the city all entombed In silent, soft, enfolding fog. The eerie silence of the mist That closes in upon the town Has dulled the tumult down below; But out across the bay I hear The melancholy fog-horns sound To lone, lost ships their warning call. — Bettv Bailev Thirty-seven

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takf a kit of courage to stop a man running- al)Out three feet per second, particularly so when that man weighs close to two hundred pounds. Those eleven men co-operated and won the game playing as one instead of ten or eleven parts. Those same fellows were consecrated yesterday when they went onto the field to fight hard, fight squarely, and to fight fairly, and to win for State. After this concluding statement there was a short discussion and the meeting broke up. Hall went to his room to prepare for classes on the fol- lowing Tuesday because he knew that it would be impossible for him to study on the morrow as there was a field trip in Paleonthology scheduled As this was to be a fossil hunting expedition, all of the party were to look for peculiar rock formations. Hall ' s mind was so far off the subject ■ that at the end of the day he had nothing to show for having gone on the trip. The only thoughts that would come into his brain were those concern- ing the Brown game incident. ( )n the following Thursday morning Hall was walking across the cam- pus when Paul Red Stuart, the football captain, touched his arm. Say. it surely is great that you ' re winning the Hickingbotham Medal, he said with a lusty back slap. It isn ' t official yet, you know, but one of the committee let it slip before he knew it. The Hickingbotham ledal for citizenship! Say, you are as crazy as a loon. he caustically remarked after considerable effort. Well, it is true, replied Stuart. Maybe, Hall said. Then as if remembering something he muttered a hasty thanks and left the wide-eyed Stuart standing amazed. That morning Dean Rice, Dean of Men, received a visitor who refiused to state his business to the assistant in the outer office. Good morning. Hall. What can I do for you? he cordially inquired. I just heard from Paul Stuart that the winner of the medal was to be myself. I really don ' t want to seem over anxious, but might I ask? ' ' Well, Hall, that is rather a hard question to answer. after a pause, please regard this as strictly confidential. Then slowly, as if choosing his words with care, he continued, i would not be surprised if you re the com- mittee ' s choice. Well then, it is not too late to reconsider your choice? No, it isn ' t. Here goes. he said with a sigh as he began to recount the incident of the Brown gatne. After finishing with this narrative the dean excused him and he went to his room, relieved for the first time in about a week.

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BROTHERHOOD To THE end that brotherhood may prevail a lieautiful and costly building has been erected at the head of Bancroft Way in Berkelej ' . Today, International House is considered an architectural and struc- tural masterpiece. The public comes to admire the Spanish interior, to praise the majesty of the facade. After the polish of newness has worn off, will the House still be the suc- cess it is today? Will it have gained its goal? Time, and time only, can tell. However it seems reasonable that living with our brothers from far away will give us a better understanding of their lives and ideals. When we have that understanding, then we may have international peace, which is the quest of the world today. — Bettv Bailev THE TERROR OF THE WEST Once, in the days of good Queen Anne, W ' hen galleons sailed the sea. There lived a fierce and violent man, A pirate bold was he. Full man ' a worthy ship he sent To rest lieneath the blue. And many a bloody hour he spent In shooting sailors through. Each Spanish treasure ship he met He fought and robbed full well. And of her crew, those living yet. In slaver}- he did sell. For years this villain ruled the sea, And was an awful pest. Until his nickname came to be The Terror of the West. Then one dark night a ship he spied, ' Twas larger than the rest. But still he wasn ' t satisfied. His prowess he must test. He waited till the ship drew nigh Thirty-eight