Venice High School - Gondolier Yearbook (Venice, CA)

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0l 8lfU0lf' When I first saw the three well-placed buildings, the innum- erable shops and bungalows that make up the Venice High School, I could hardly believe my eyes. . . . The school I had attended many years ago had one room filled with giggling, pig- tailed girls and snickering boys, and ruled by one teacher who maintained order with well-worn ruler and hickory. This strange new school with its offices and library,class-rooms and laboratories, shops, cafeteria, athletic field, and auditorium seemed immense in comparison . . . Often during my first days here I lost my way in the wide corridors bustling one moment with wild activity, the next minute completely deserted. The ruler and hickory were gone, instead the erring pupil received a blue court-summons and appeared before student judge and jury to plead his case. It took a little time to grow used to these changes fI'Il confess that I wasn't in favor of them at firstl, but soon I was my old self again. The boys and girls have certainly been friendly and l've met ONE girl- but never mind! These Venetians mix in everything, A from football to Latin, and they've kept me busy every second, but every second has been fun! I hope you will enjoy it, X too, as I take you with me to see the I94I Preps On Parade. -TIMOTHY CYRUS CLUMP. 7 'DWMY C. LUMP I