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

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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

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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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And then began the fight His pirates raised a mighty cry That echoed tlirough the night. Then suddenly, to liis surjirise. A volley s ve|)t his deck. lie called his nu-ii among the cries, They answered to his heck : Quick, throw the ammunition out, For surely ' twill he hit I liut even as they ran a shout . rose: the ship was hit. Through waters that were icy cold And black as ink, he dropped. Past silver eels and fish of gt ld. L ' ntil at length he stopped. He lay a while with IhrohlHug brow, Believing he was dead. . nd then began to wonder how Ik- had a aching head. He glanced about, but all was dark Except for one green light Tliat, shining faintly, made a mark, A ])in-]ir!ck in the night. This roused his curiosity : He rose from his bed of sand. And found he walked more easilv Than he had done on land. . long the m stic ocean floor The Terror made his way. Until he found a carven door Where it was light as day. He stood and wondered what to do. And, hearing not a sound. With Pounding heart he ventured through. Then gasped — he saw a mound Of human skulls flung far and wide. He turned, and would have fled. But the space the door had occupied Was now a flaming red : High up above u])on a throne There sat a figure weird With sapphire hair no man could own Thirty-nine