Alameda High School - Acorn Yearbook (Alameda, CA)

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Dr. George C. Thompson Miss May V. Haworth ...... Mr. VVillis Minium .....,.... Miss Natalie L. Beach ....,. Miss Hazel Abernathy ...... Mr. Arthur F. Agard ........ Mr. John E. Carpenter ..., Miss Mary F. Connelly .... Mr. Charles M. Daniels .... Mr. Paul L. Evans .............. Miss Emma M. Garretson Mrs. Hazel B. Hunter ....... Mr. Otto Rittler ..........,.......... Mrs. Florence P. Favier.. Miss Marjorie Grinnell... Miss Blanche E. Blacow.. Miss Cathering W. Chase .......... Miss Vesta Condon ...................... Mr. W. Darrell Coughlan Miss Marie DcFlon .........,.. Miss Mary DeWitt ............... Miss Blanch DuBois ........... Mr. Elven T. Ellefson .....i... Mrs. Estelle Herrick ........... Miss L. Lucille Hewett .... Miss Ruth Houston ...,,.,,.,... Miss Rofena Lewis .........., Mr. John F. Mackenzie ...... . Mr. W. E. Morgan ........................ Miss Hanna M. Oehlmann .......... Miss Edna M. Osborn ........ Mrs. Edna F. Partch ........... Mr. Richard F. Phelps ....... Miss Emily Sherman ........ Mr. W. E. Stratton ........ Miss Ruth Tully .........,...... Miss Isabel Venard ............. Miss Elizabeth Venard .... Mr. E. V. Weller ............... dtbe Hcnrn Faculty . .............. Principal Vice-Principal Dean of Girls Head of Mathematics Department ........Vice-Principal Head of Science Department ........Secretary ........Head ol' Art Department of English Department of Mechanics Department of History Department of Latin Department of Commercial Department of Modern Language Department Director of Vocational' Guidance of Music Department Physical Education Director Physical Education Director Physical Education Director Household Economics Department ........Comn1ecial Department ........Modern Language De rt t ........Science Department ......,.Commercial Department ........English Department ........Mathematics Department ........Science Department Household Economics Department ........Mathematics Department . History Department wk .......,Science Department ........Mechanics Department ........English Department Latin and Mathematics Department ........English Department ........Commercia1 Department ........Manual Training Department . ........Art Department ........Music Department 4 ........English Department 1 ........Modern Language Department Commercial Department ........English Department ........Head ........Head ........Head ...,....Head ........Head ........Head ........Head Page Three H

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he ran. He was almost perfect. We drove the horses up to the Park, and then on into the Kings River Canyon. 'Pache and his mother we turned loose to graze up and down the Canyon. One evening around the camp-fire, when we were talking about 'Pache-he was invariably a topic-some tourist-one of those know-it-all kind, started to talk on 'Pache's possibilities after he was broken. 0ld Bill just grunted and looked sour. He didn't like to be told. That horse'll never be broke, he said, and walked away. Bill's tones had carried conviction, but I don't think anyone believed him. The talkative tourist laughed, and some of the others smiled a sort of a hopeless smile as they watched Bill walk slowly away. I didn't believe him myself, but I have since learned to believe him. When it comes to horses, Bill knows. When we brought the horses up next summer, 'Pache was a three year old, and full grown. He was now old enough to break, so one of the packers, named Hugh Traweek, volunteered. Bill and I went down to the meadow with him. We drove 'Pache into the corral and tried to catch him. We talked, coaxed, did everything for over an hour, but couldn't get near him. I'll swear I never saw such a snorting, rag- ing, lighting devil in my life. He was sure playful, as Bill put it, just wanted to shake hands with somebody. Finally Bill roped and threw him for us. We blind-folded him, and put a saddle and hackamore on him. Then we let him up, still blind-folded. Hugh gave another pull at the latigo, and with that, 'Pache went up in the air. Roy Work, another puncher, was holding his head. When he came down he pawed Roy, but only hit him a glancing blow on the thigh. It gave us a good scare tho'. Well, he cooled otl' and Hugh got on. He didn't look over anxious, but he was game. Roy pulled the blind, and 'Pache just stood and quivered, scared stiff. Then Hugh raked him, and man alivel The air was full of horses and men for a minute or so. The way he bucked, pitched and lunged-say, you couldn't follow him, he was so fast. lt couldn't last, and after a minute or so he dumped Hugh. Hugh hit a rock when he came down and was pretty, badly hurt. The last thing we saw when we packed him to camp was that horse, still jumping, trying to ditch the saddle. e When we came out again, 'Pache was standing in the far end ofthe field, pawing and snorting. He'd gone over backwards and broken the cinch. Meanwhile 'Pache's fame spread far and wide. Men came from everywhere to try to ride him, and always went away disappointed. All this time 'Pache was getting fiercer. He was never really mean, yet several men had been badly injured while handling him. One day when he was a seven year old, we tried to pack him. We went through the usual battle saddling him. Then we hung packs on him and he threw them. We hung packs on him seven other times and he piled 'em as fast as we hung 'em on. Boy! You should have heard Bill swear. Then one day a man came into the canyon on a big black horse. He was tall and sinewy, with a sunburned complexion. His hair was brown and slightly wavy. He had steady, but very kind grey eyes, a thin nose with delicate nostrils, and a strong straight mouth. He couldn't have been called good looking, yet there was .something attractive-sort of real man look-about him. We didn't know who he was or what he was, and we didn't care. He was sure O. K., and that's about all that counts anyway. Later he told us he was from Montana, so we nicknamed him Mon- tana. After Montana had been around about three days, Pete Houcks came through from Independence. Pete had heard about 'Pache and had come over to ride him. Bill, Montana and I went down to the meadow to help him, and after the usual fuss, cbs gfnfn PageFiw