Poem by Dr. Thomson
At the reunion Dr. Thomson handed Doug Cross this poem he wrote on May 25, 1965. We share it with you here.
ODE TO THE SENIOR CLASS
We first met, you and me
on a crisp September morn
Your smiles were bright, a true delight
on that crisp September morn
At once Scott Sonne, your brand new prexy
arose to pledge the flag
He did it well, though none could tell
he thought it was a drag
The next event, as tradition has it
is a message from the principal
Students sometimes brace, and even grimace
at a message from the principal
But with hearty applause, you carried the cause
of a most respectful welcome
T’was the same good cheer, carried throughout the year
of a rousing Cubberley welcome
That new man then spoke, first friendly he spoke
but then turned to the “Senior Prank”
What is this? what is this? telepathy told
is this guy a weird sort of crank?
But football then came, all tassels and sheen
The assembly was soon forgot
Our lives became crowded, sort of chopped up and chowdered
For the elusive “A” we all sought.
There were debates for Nichols, for Berry special pickles
plus biology labs with Hull
Then also The Maquia, which attempted to free-yas
but without the clearance from Charlie Scull
From Senior Frolics to Senior Prom
the year passed ever so swiftly
And the class of ’65, the class we all prize
Handled parents and teachers all nift’ly
With notes for Mrs. Duncan, very specific notes
You kept yourselves from trouble
You smiled at the homework, volunteered extra reports
No use bursting the school’s precious bubble!
Now there’s but 16 days, short – long, days
Until Senior High School graduation
With college all set and with secrets newly let
you’re buckling down for life’s duration
But thru this all, you are standing tall
You’ve met my fondest request
For you are the class of ’65, the greatest one alive
Cubberley’s biggest and best.
Best wishes, good luck, come visit when you can
Even come as you care to be dressed
And now this old principal’s ready, plum ready
For a nice long summers rest.