During the years of 1928-1931, Paso
Robles High School was a delightful place. The building was new, and we
had a dear little old gardener named Mr. Brown who loved the students
and the flowers equally and kept our campus blooming. We could never
think of hurting a plant and picked up any speck of debris that might
spoil the picture.
The playing field was hard, natural bare
gravel, perfect for skinning knees and elbows; but no one had ever
thought of grass, so the bumps were just part of the game and never once
dampened the spirit.
We had complete student body government
thanks to our dear, understanding principal, Mr. John Raitt. No students
could have ever been more proud.
Chivalry was alive and working. As often
happens, young men who were not in school decided that lunch hour was a
nice time to get acquainted with high school girls who were out walking
on the sidewalk. A group of our boys decided that this was not a good
thing, so the next time that this happened those not in school were met
with a line of broad athletic shoulders and muscles. Word soon spread
and the nuisance ended.
THIS WAS THE LAST
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