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Show Page 2 SOUTH HIGH SCRIBE ' Tuesday, June 6, 1944 j Graduate Recalls Gaity, First Days in School As I reached for the rolled paper, tears came to my eyes. My heart beat rapidly, and my knees felt wobbly and weak. This was one of the most important days of my life for I was graduating from high school. I had completed twelve years of studying and now I must leave that carefree life to go into the world to seek my fortune. It was no wonder my hand trembled as it touched the crisp, new paper. My mind flashed back to my first school days and the gaity that filled them. I coughed slight-ly as I remembered the grade school where I had supposedly suf-fered the woes of an essential edu-cation. I remembered the library where I had satisfied my careless reading needs, and the playground where I had played jump-the-rop- e and baseball. I smiled slightly as I recalled the secret club, "The Black Cameo," to which-- was an established member. I remember-ed how I had been thrilled and felt like a woman-of-the-wor- ld when I wore the club ring for the first time. And then came junior high school, where so many pleasant happenings took place. I had felt so big when I walked through the doors into what seemed a gigantic building. My training there had seemed unnecessarily hard then, but I now realized that many im-portant habits were formed there. I remembered the crushes I had on the boys and matinee dances that were spread through the years. My heart warmed as I thought of the teachers who had been so under-standing when I did something that wasn't just right. Yes, those were happy days, but my happiest days were those I spent at South. My mind recalled all the fun and work I had. I was glad I went to school. I thought of the people I'd met and the teachers I'd had and my heart al-most burst with feeling and pride. And I remembered when I was a junior, when the seniors were gone, I'd felt lost. I wondered if this year's juniors would feel the same toward me. I hoped they would, for I knew I would miss them so much and wonder about them. Then suddenly, my mind return-ed to the present, and I felt the diploma in my hand, new and strange. I looked around and saw my friends whom I would leave and perhaps never see again. But I realized that I would make new friends and find new interests. I would look back on my school days years later with joy and grat-titud- e toward those who had made them possible. And I squared my shoulders as I gazed at new horizons that were all the years of my life! Dale Marler and Inez Brimley talk over school fun as they prepare to leave South. Two Typical Graduates Agree They'll Miss South ! Among the seniors who will , leave South's mighty halls forever are Inez Brimley and Dale Marler. Both of these students have attended South two years; previously they attended Lincoln jun- - ' ior high. They both agree that graduation is sad, but it has its advantages. Inez was born June 24, 1927, and she's been running around ever since. This brown-haire- d, blue-eye- d gal, whose best friends call her "Queenie," lives at 1062 Denver street, and her telephone number is 35. She has two cousins attending South, Kirk and Donna, and two broth-ers, Jay and Dale were here last year. After grad-uation, she plans to work at Hill Field during the summer and she will attend BYU next fall. She will probably major in home economics. Mock turkey legs are her favorite food, and bananas her favorite fruit. She prefers Kay Kyser's orchestra, and "Love, Love, Love" is tops on her hit parade. She has no hobby, but she is interested in oh, you guess! When asked what she thought of graduation, Inez said, "I hate to graduate 'cause I'll miss all the kids." Tall dark, and handsome Dale was born Janu-ary 2, 1927. He recently moved into a brand new house on 17th East and Harrison avenue, and his telephone number (don't crowd, girls) is When asked what his favorite food was, his eyes gazed into space and he softly sighed, "Hamburg-ers with root beer, of course." Like Inez, he pre-fers bananas (just because they're hard to get.) This boy plays popular music on the piano, and it's rumored that he can play really hot boogie woogie. His favorite song is "Holiday for Strings," and he likes "Stormy Weather" second best. Tommy Dorsey is the orchestra he casts his vote for. His hobbies are electricity and radio, which will develop, he hopes, into his future vo-cation, that of a radio technician. Before that, though, he will try to enter the NavyAirCorps. He feels that it's swell to graduate, but he will miss the kids and everybody. And these are the sentiments of almost all the seniors. They are glad to graduate, but they'll miss everybody. We wish Inez, and Dale, and the rest of the seniors GOOD LUCK. itauthcribe Founded, 1931 Published by the students of South high school, 1575 South State Street, Salt Lake City, Utah. EDITOR .T. LORN A CALL BUSINESS MANAGER LA WANA RIGBY Associate Editor - Berneice Nash News Editor Beulah Latimer Feature Editor .. Joan Crebs Associate Feature Editor Maxine Snow Social Editor Susan McCarrel Associate Social Editor LaRue Forsberg Sports Editor Grant Woodward Associate Sports Editor .... . Jerry Dalebout Girls' Sport Editor Aline James Alumni Editor Phyllis Clayton Editorial Assistant Don Lefavor Art Editor Don Hague Historian Beverly Christensen News Desk: Jay Tashima, Helen Tate, Marilyn. Rasmussen, Paul Tollestrup. Howard An-derson, Margee Smith, Eloise Griffin. Sports Desk: Bob Hughes, Bruce Goates, Cliff Miller, Cliff Patterson. Social Desk: Betty DeGoyer, Irene DeHaan. Copy Desk: Margee Smith, Janet James, Jay Tashima. Picture: Jeano Campanaro. Business Aids: Barbara Pace, Pat Peterson, Beverly Lambourne, Roselyn Woodward, Betty Jo Wiece, Marilyn Owen, Marilyn Woodward, Ardeth Lym, Marilyn Beaner, Genevieve Wi'son. Circulation Bruce Goates Exchanges Marilyn Rasmussen FACULTY SPONSOR.. V. F. VICTOR (Memberf W ) Est. I92lj English Students Write Limericks As Class Project The following jingles were se-lected from a group written by Mr. Victor's English classes: There was a young girl named Tess; A graduate girl why, yes. She worked all the way, ' But only to say To a certain young-- man, "Well, 1 guess." Luana Thompson On June 8th, there's a class from South High Who will say to the old school, "Goodbye." For they've worked good and steady, And now they are ready To go out in the world and rank high. They took algebra, solid geometry, trig., And the answers they totaled were pretty darned big. They would stay home and study, Make teacher their buddy. In our Army and Navy they'll go over big. And in English and history, geom-etry plain The answers they wrote caused a great deal of pain. But they worked pretty hard, Got good marks on their card, And from sluffing they tried to refrain. Now the final promotion is real close on hand, And they all think the old school's been pretty darned grand. So they'll all exclaim loudly And say it quite proudly, "Old South High's the best in the land." Next fall's when the juniors will rate, When they've given the seniors the gate. Their heads they'll hold high, They'll gaze at the sky; And to school they'll most likely come late. Bob Barr There once was a fellow named Who tried baking a chocolate cake. His efforts were in vain And I am in pain. So don't eat a cake baked by Blake. Gordon Ball There was a young girl on a beach. And boy! was she a cute peach. Her father would preach, Her mother would pray, But she got her suntan, anyway. Geraldine Rueckert Our seniors with sad hearts are .. . leaving. The juniors commence with their grieving. We'll miss them, I'm sure When they're with us no more. Goodbye to you seniors who're leaving. These old desks begin to feel hard. I'd rather be home in my yard. The lessons are boring, The students are snoring. Our minds simply won't stay on guard. Gertrude Flowers We'll Miss . . . the long, hard pull of making the third floor by ramp at 8:00. that bus driver on the 7:50 that calls "House of Knowledge" when he stops at South (funny man). the noise the ROTC band makes second period. the quiet of the library (if you can hear it under all the mumbling). the mad dash for the cafeteria second lunch. the way fads sweep over the school one day and are gone the next the fights when one wants the windows closed and everyone else wants them, open. the hoarseness the day after a game, all the junk falling on heads if lockers can be opened. the Navy men wandering around the old Alma Mater. the struggle for yearbook snaps in a jammed book- -' store. the swell assemblies and pep rallies, the miniature wings on all the gals, the cool showers after a hot, fast game of basket-ball. that clammy feeling before semester exams, the important looks on the faces of the members of the B of C when they leave the Community Room Miss Dyer's warnings and praise. Mr. Woolf's beaming smile. the little click the clocks give as they move to the next minute. the crispness of the items in the morning bulletin, the view of the eastern mountains from the bleach-ers. the little Whittier kids trotting around the cafe-teria with trays larger than they are. seeing shorthand books under the arms of co-ed- s. the traditional feud between South and the "little house on the hill." the enthusiasm when the yearbook comes out. the anxious waiting while a teacher marks report cards. hanging around the SHAG office. the Friday night student body dances. blue slips, yellow slips, pink slips, tardy slips and on and on and on. running to the windows when a fire engine goes by. lumbering around! the empty halls after school, pictures on locker doors, seeing kids holding hands in the hall, the "big boys." the mobs around the Scribe room when the paper comes out. the kids. the work honest! the buses. running to the bookstore for a new shorthand book, .the "little Juniors." the mixed sounds of marching rookies, girls' ball games, lawnmowers and traffic that disturb classes. We can always live on less when we have more to live for. Religion is what the individual does with his own solitude. If you are never solitary you are never religious. A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. In the war against Reality, man has but one weapon Immagination. Graduation By LaRue Forsberg j South high, our day of parting Is drawing very near, j But in our dearest memories ! We'll often visit here! I We'll remember . your dark halls With ramps just as we knew; We'll see our crowded lockers With the pinup pictures too. We'll cheerfully greet our friends As we rush to our next class, Catching a glimpse of the Bulletin boards as we pass. The games, assemblies and dances All were lots of fun; And then the thrill of the year When the baseball crown was won. The teachers and our classes, The kids we like to tease, These thoughts will be ever with us And our loneliness will ease. Our favorite rememberances We find in you, South High; We want to make you proud of us And we will really try. A new life, a new world Is unfolding for us now; ;. Making it better by doing our best "i Is the South high seniors' vow! I THE FINAL FAREWELL f Every man has a right to be conceited until " he is successful. Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but i a manner of traveling. i |