The Lion's Pride original document was provided to us by George Fisher. We have attempted to preserve the originality of the document while adapting it to the internet and the web site. Thanks, George, for the memories and for sharing!

     Listen, dear kiddies, while we relate
     The fabulous saga of Class '58
     The first of September in '55
     At Signal Hill they did arrive
     Glenridge's first to matriculate.

     This is the group we commemorate,
     A right motley crew to educate!
     Some Braun's, some Brains
     Some nice, some pains
     The frisky and frolicking class '58!

     Their beginnings were humble
     That none will deny,
     One a base ditched by Air Force.
     It was obvious why.
     The barracks were crumbling,
     The furnace was grumbling,
     And most of the ceilings were sky.

"This is a school?" cried parents, irate,
Winding their way through the sagging old gate.
"This is a place
For dear Little Grace
With her crinolines three
And her dress made of lace?"

          How dare they put Joey
          With I.Q. tremendous
          In a school so utterly
          Grim? It's horrendous!

          "I've paid my taxes
          I'll get them back
          If my darling kids
          Go to school in a shack!"

          "I'll write the mayor,
          The governor, IKE!
          If you make me register
          Dear little Mike.
          He's delicate, se?
          And allergic to dust,
          Sandspurs, mold,
          Sunshine and rust.
          He'll never survive
          In this loathsome dive!

The Boss Man just grinned
While they beat their gum
And quietly planned
The curriculum.
Parents might blow
Their collective lids
He had his bets
On the spirit of kids.