Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

 - Class of 1911

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Hnalp Union l tgfj cfjool Emitting Co UMltamston tfjtS tjssue of Cl)C Pneus tsf affectionately bebieateb bp tfje Class of 3lune, 19U 31. 0. UMUamson Principal Hnalp Union ifigtj cfjool IpII JStata SmpinMtfek, m fc-Awrk M Cte Poem Ray Johnson, ’ll The mountain was far away, Its summits gleamed gray and dim, But the group was blithesome and gay That would climb the heights so grim. The springtime painted the world With colors of purest dye; Nature’s gayest flags unfurled To greet youth’s bright, eager eye. We gathered the lovely flowers That blossomed along our way, Nor thought of the hastening hours But lingered ever at play. Now the splashing brooks we crossed As o’er the lowlands we pressed; Some from the party were lost Straying away from the rest. The journey was almost play, But the guides so wise and grave, Gave care and counsel each day, Careless feet from mire to save. Soon the meadow we forsook By winding devious ways, By marshy spot and quiet brook Reached a wood of darksome maze. Shrubs there were and orchids rare, O’ertopped by majestic pines; And the sky, serene and fair, Was hidden by clinging vines. Dangers now, before unknown, Pit-falls hid by leafy screen; Paths by poison plants o’ergrown, Made the group of graver mien. But the guides were watchful and wise, And always so clear and bright; We saw through their stronger eyes Visions hidden from our sight. Soon the sun in clearer rays Illumed the path that led Beyond the forest’s maze Up to the cliff’s rocky head. Far above us the heavens blue, Now in benediction smiled; Flowers gay near pathway grew, From the valley blew breezes mild. At our feet, the woods so grim, Now seemed green and fair to view; F ar away the valley dim Lay bathed in limpid dew. Waiting not to backward gaze, Still with eager feet we pressed From the foothills’ rocky ways Towards the mountain’s snowy crest. In steep cliff and wooded slope, In mighty ridges it arose; But we were spurred on with hope To conquer these newer foes. Although the way seemed longer, As the time went fleeting past; We found that we were stronger Each passing day than the last. Pure and clear, the mountain air Affected us as old wine, Crushed from lucious grapes so rare, Grown on fruitful treasured vine. Now with the summit so near. Since all our dangers were past, We set forward with a cheer, And so reached our goal at last. Tonight our ways are parting, Tonight our sadness is rife; Tomorrow we are starting On the long journey of life. This goal has not been in vain, Although before us we see New summits in endless chain, Reaching to infinity. Class tfistory t Blanche Moran In che fall of the year 1907, a great event took place in the city of Sebastopol. A passerby might have seen the class of June, 1911, a small group of frightened, agitated Freshmen, gatherd at the depot to await the car which was to take them to the great hall of learning, the Santa Rosa High. To the observer this might not have appeared an important event, but to us the day marked the first turning of the way on the road of life. With sinking hearts we went through the terrible ordeal of registration, and realized for the first time the awful, overwhelming disgrace of being “only a freshman.” Rev¬ erently we gazed at haughty Seniors, and as we meekly did their bidding, we consoled ourselves with the thought that some day we, as Seniors, would trample, even as we had been trampled upon. As these trying days passed swiftly by, a great pleasure was given the class when we greeted a new member and made him welcome, for in him we beheld our genial ex¬ president of the student body. With the end of our Freshmen days, we ended our school life in Santa Rosa, and with some regret, but more of gladness, we heard that the new year would see the birth of the Analy Union High. Thus we began our second year as Sophomores in the Sebastopol grammar school, for our new building was not yet completed. This year, perhaps the most critical of all times in our history, we count as a success of which we might be proud. Against decided disadvantages, faculty and students worked with one idea, to set a high standard for this new school of ours and to maintain it that sue- ceeding classes might say of us: “They did well. Ours be the task to continue their work.” Among the pleasant memories of our “Soph” days, are those of our first annual trip to the ocean; the pretty party where we were so pleasantly entertained by the dancing club, and the Junior play where we met our never to be forgotten friend, “Ebenezer Ham.” The beginning of our Junior year found us still in our temporary apartments, but a month soon flew by, bringing the completion of our new building. With hearts over¬ flowing with joy and satisfaction, we at last entered and look complete possession of our home, feeling much like a band of travelers, who after many years, return to their native land. Among the events of our Junior year, we look back with pleasure to the concert given in the assembly hall of the school building, the reception and dances given by the different classes, and our first field meets where “Analy” made her debut among the neighboring schools. During this time we were joined by a new member from the East, making a class of six girls and two boys. At last the time came when we as “Seniors” met for the last and best year of our High School course. With our class increased by three new members, making alto¬ gether the goodly number of nine, we called our first class meeting. Then vigorously we entered upon the year’s work, determined to make it a social and intellectual suc¬ cess. Bravely we struggled with English, history, alge¬ bra and chemistry, and under the wise and patient guid¬ ance of our teachers we finally conquered these enemies and made them our friends. A picture which shall always be engraven on our minds is that cf the artistic appearance of the study hall and esp ecially the picturesque tea garden, at the candy sale given by the student body in February. The concert, in v hich the Seniors took part, we remember as a social and financial success. During the latter part of the term, a delightful evening was spent by the Seniors as guests of the Freshmen, and last but not least was the presentation of “.As You Like It” by the Seniors with the aid of the student body. In athletics we have not been idle, for two of our boys and one of our girls have gained the honorary block “A.” These are a few of the events of our Senior year which have brightened our school life and encouraged that “school spirit” which holds us all together and makes our school successful. With no regrets we look back over our high school days and feel that the time has not been spent in vain. We have reached the second turning in the way and as each one of us goes his separate path and enters upon his duties in life, we feel that we shall be made stronger and more worthy by these four years of preparation which we have spent together. Class J ong F. M. E. Tune of “When the Golden Sunset Fades Beyond the Hills” I. ’Tis Junetime and the birds are singing gay, The fields are ripe once more with yellow grain, But a sadness fills our hearts with pain, For tomorrow is the dawn of life’s new day. These four short years of joy and bliss have passed, And the trumpet call to duty we can hear. Don’t regret we’re gone away, For we will come home some day, Then you will be proud of us, old Analy. Chorus: Yes, we’re goin’ to leave you An-’ly- We’re going far away, But we hope you won’t forget us, For we’re cornin’ back some day. Dear old mem’ry always lingers, And the thought will make us sigh; But adieu, our friends—Farewell! An-’ly- goodbye. II. Each year some one will leave the dear old school, To go through life with sorrow and with pain, But mem’ry will bring back the high school days, And it will be like the freshness of the rain. Alas, the days and months have passed too soon, And have fleeted fast upon the wings of time, But when you hear this dear old tune, And the sky’s clear for the moon, Just remember those that left old Analy. Chorus: (01t (Hamlin? A. P. We are the class of 1911, Down at old Analy High, We are the class that’s up and doing, We sure can make things fly, We who can boast of pink and green, We who to every one seem To be the class worth being in Down at Analy High. 0, Analy, we do love thee, But we’re through canning, We’re through jamming, We’re through everything like shamming, Oh, Analy we do love thee, But we’re going away, And we’ll have to stay, From dear old An-aly. Program Second Annual Commencement Analy Union High School, High School Auditorium, Sebastopol, California, Friday Evening, June 16, 1911, 8:30 O’clock. piano Sol °.Allen Lane Invocation.Rev. j ames E . Ease Last Words to Class.Principal J. E. Williamson Vocal Solo.Mrs. E E Briggg Class History..Blanche Moran Class Poem. Ray Johnson Song .Class 1911 Class Phophecy.Harold Wiggins Vocal Solo with Violin Obligato. CIass Wil1 .Adelia Payne Present to the School.Ernest Hansen t iolin Solo.Miss Jeanne Jenks Address .Clarence Lea Presentation of Diplomas . ..R ev . William Rogers President Board of Trustees ong . Class 1911 Trio for Violin, Flute and Piano. . Mi ss Jenks, Mr. Swain and Mr. Lane Presentation J peec!) Ernest Hansen As we are about to bid farewell to this school which has become so dear to us, we wish to leave something by which we may be remembered. The subject of our choice is a painting from the chivalrous life of the legendary period of English History. You have read the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, and how these men had vowed to do deeds of righteousness. At one time the Holy Grail, which was supposed to have been the cup which our Savior used to dispense the wine at the Last Supper, was brought to England and there appeared under mysterious condi¬ tions to King Arthur and his knights. After a short time it suddenly vanished and thereupon the knights set out in a world wide search for the mystic vessel, but only one was successful. This was Sir Galahad who, although the youngest, was pure of heart, and it was only by living this pure life that he was successful in his quest. George Frederick Watts, an English painter of the nine¬ teenth century, was so impressed by the ideality of this person that he painted a picture which wondrously ex¬ presses the spotless purity of the knight. It is this pic¬ ture, “Sir Galahad,” that we have selected. Sir Galahad stands by the side of his snow white horse in an attitude of devotion, as if he had seen the heavenly vision through the forest shades. His spiritual face, most marvelously expressed by the painter, signifies that his We, therefore, to show our gratification to the teachers, mission is spiritual and not mortal. in part, and also to leave a remembrance of the graduating class of Nineteen Hundred and Eleven, present to the An- aly Union High School the painting of this ideal youth, whose purity of thought, word and deed may, for years to come, be a constant memorial to stimulate the pupils to deeds of valor, purity and brotherly love. Class Propljecp Harold Wiggins »Vhat! write a prophecy. Say, I’ve scraped my head and rattled my scattered brains until my attempted sleep has been—well, but an attempt and of no avail. So here I am, a disgusted piece of humanity on my way to the dear old Wishing-Gate, where I may have a good long look into the future. I first enter the town of Suffragonia, “the realm of woman,” and crowding my way through the cheering mass, arrive at the curb just in time to see a red streak whizz by on a gizzard-shaking motor-cycle. On inquiry I am told that their candidate for Governor was just leav¬ ing in her touring car for a canvass of the State. “But who is she -” Thereupon I was handed a card, which read: “Vote for” who? Sure enough, “Miss Adelia Payne.” Now I stand before the side-show tent of one of the big circuses, The little, sawed-off gentleman on the box is yell¬ ing: “Ladies and gentlemen, postively your last and only chance to behold the far-famed and wide renowed Pedero in his death-defying leap, turning triple sommersaults, and—actually—I say actually—tying himself in a knot and alighting on his chest one hundred and fifty feet be¬ low.” None other, my friends, than Paul Woolsey. “Suc¬ cess to you, Paul, but I must hurry away to the Wishing- G " ate. Now I stand on a street corner in San Francisco. In one of the huge touring cars that pass by, I see Bernard Wilkie surrounded by a bevy of fair society belles. He is now one of San Francisco’s millionaire ' bachelors and “they’re all after him.” After this, I travel through wooded hills until, at last, I approach a one-roomed district school. The teacher, a small, active person with unbecoming spectacles well down on her nose, is just dismissing school. As she waves good¬ bye to the last, awkward boy of eighteen, I behold behind her spectacles the bright, happy face of my class-mate, Evelyn Sweetnam. “Say, Evelyn, aren’t you kind of lost up here?” ' The next source of interest in my journey is an old tum¬ ble down shack. In one corner I find, perched on a high stool and surrounded by beakers, batteries,. coils, wires and every conceivable accessary to a well-equipped labora¬ tory, his sleeves rolled up to his neck, my old companion, Ray Johnson. He tells me that he is the sixth stage of the five hundred stages of his search for perpetual mo¬ tion. ... . . I arrive in a small chapel just in time to enjoy the clos¬ ing scene of a matrimonial service. The small clergyman, in filling out the necessary document, becomes puzzled over the date and asks of the bride, “Is this the sixth or the sev¬ enth?” “Why, parson,” exclaimed Blanche Moran, “you always do all of my business; you know this is only my fifth.” What is that noise? I enter a well furnished dentist’s office, and lo and behold! There before me stands Ernest Hansen, hammering the gold in the teeth of a suffering patient with as little concern as if he were leading the yells at “Old Analy.” “Better go a little tit easy, old man, or vou’11 have the while police force after you for disturbing the peace.” As I near a large bakery my appetite is kindled by the enticin ' odors emitted from the kitchen in the rear. Upon entering, my surprise upon meeting Ida Halberg is equaled only by the achings of my inner self. Who would have imagined that those leather-crusted samples of bread in the laboratory would he the ancestors of those appetiz¬ ing pies and tarts now lying before me? My search for the Wishing-Gate seems to have been in vain, for I now find myself before “Si” Rule’s Soda Foun¬ tain enjoying the sensation of having a root beer soda trickling dov n my parched and aching throat. Hast AMI ant Testament of tile Class of ’ll Adelia Payne We, the Class of June, 1911, of Analy High School, of the City of Sebastopol, of the County of Sonoma, in the State of California, over the age of reasoning power, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, and not acting under duress, menace or fraud, or under undue influence of any person whatsoever, do make, publish and declare this to be the last will and testament of the class of June, 1911, and do bequeath our earthly possessions as follows: L the faculty, .we leave the bright and studious Junior class. We realize their inability to ever progress in the manner in which we have, but our advice and coun¬ sel is always at their service. II. To old Analy, we leave our remarkable reputation to be held up as a model to those Freshmen who need just such a high mark to spur them on. III. We leave to Mr. Williamson, our agriculture en¬ thusiast, a small tract of land in the S. W. half of the E. Section of Analy Township, carefully cultivated, as you see, and with all the necessary tools accompanying IV. To Miss Smith, realizing babyish ways and her love for the childish Freshmen, we leave this sweet little doll. The doll’s name is Caesar, and we are sure that we have found for it a tender and devoted mother. V. To Miss Kinnear, we leave a useful and, we think, an appropriate article. We know too well her zeal in de¬ tecting the faintest whisper in the study hall, and in order that she may find her duty easier we leave to her a magni¬ fying glass. VI. To Mr. Burd who, we well know, thinks the Nickleodeon the cause of many poor recitations in short¬ hand, we leave this roll of tickets in the hope that they may convert him to the true belief of the greatness of the Nickleodeon. VII. To Miss Tracy, we leave this tennis racquet in remembrance of the glorious showing we made at the An¬ nual Tennis Tournament in Berkeley. With tears in our eyes we beg that this will be a continual reminder of the many hard days of practice we spent in preparation for this great day. VIII. After much coaxing, our dignified president of the student body was persuaded to part with the one ob¬ ject he has enjoyed and cherished during the four years of his high school life. This, his pet top, we leave to Law¬ rence Smith. IX. A hurdle, which for the past year has been in con¬ stant use by two of the feminine members of the class, we leave to Harriet, hoping she will be in time as proficient in that line as its former possessors. X. To Ivy Burroughs, commonly known on the school campus as “Burreaux,” and otherwise as “Hairpin,” we leave with great pleasure a most useful article. It was not without a great deal of argument that we finally per¬ suaded Adelia to part with a few precious red hairs from her limited supply. This we have made into a switch and hope, Ivy, that you will appreciate it. XI. To Charles Newell, Paul Woolsey has consented to leave his powder puff and box. It is to be hoped that this will serve its purpose in the future as it has so nobly done in the past. XII. To Karl Kennedy, we leave a megaphone. To be sure, it is quality and not quantity, but we feel certain that during his strenuous exertions as yell leader it will prove a help. XIII. To Anita Laton, Adelia leaves her old Latin papers, hoping she will be able to use them with profit next year. In view of the small chance of Anita’s passing this year, we know she will find them necessary. XIV. To Lois Caniff, the honorable president of the Sophomore class, we leave something that one of our mem¬ bers found, and something which, for the past few months, has been guarded very carefully by our treasurer. We take much pleasure in leaving her this ring. XV. To Alfred Shelton, our star touch center in basket ball, we leave an “A” sweater, hoping to encourage him in that line. XVI. To Eloise Kennedy, our tennis champion, we leave an “A.” We are very sorry not to be able to provide her with a sweater also, but those we have in our pos¬ session we found were too large. XVII. To Marguerite Jewell, we leave our one and only class pet. It must have fresh air and exercise every morning, besides any additional breath of air it might be able to get through the day. This rat we give to Mar¬ guerite to add to her choice collection and trust it will prosper under her care. XVIII. To the members of the Basketball Team we leave a supply of button hooks, hoping that next year they may find material for a new and better yell than “Who’s got a button hook?” XIX. To the Juniors, we leave row viii., seats 1-14, to be well cared for and kept spotless and immaculate as in the past. The floor surrounding them we also leave to their supervision. XX. To the Sophs, we leave our old bank book in the hope that it may be of use in their business dealings with a few young men to be used at their next class party. XXL. To the Freshmen, we leave a box of rattles and toys which are, we think, appropriate articles. We hereby nominate and appoint Mr. Perrien of the town of Sebastopol, county of Sonoma, state of Cali¬ fornia, the executor of this, our last will and testament, and hereby revoke all former wills made by us. IN WITNESS.WHEREOF, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this 16th day of June, in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Eleven. CLASS 1911 (Seal) Signed, Sealed and Delivered in the presence of BERNARD WILKIE PAUL WOOLSEY Ql )t Minuet from “Hs ou Hike 31t. On Saturday evening, May 13, under the spreading live oaks in the school campus, the pupils of Analy Union High School presented Shakespeare’s outdoor play, “As You Like It.” The first blast of the trumpet occurred at 8:45 and the final minuet with the piano playing two hundred feet away in the schoolroom closed at 10:39. The evening was a perfect one, the moon rose overhead with its mild benediction, the electric lights among the trees and the head lights of four automobiles shining upon the stage, all blended with the magnificent costumes to make a perfect harmony. The young people all sustained their parts well. “Miss Blanche Moran, as the fair Rosalind, completely captivated the audience. Her intelligent interpretations of this difficult role is highly commendable, and so thor¬ ough was her conception of the heroine that any announce¬ ment of her apoearance in future productions will always be greeted with pleasure. Touchstone, so ably imperson¬ ated by Charles Newell, was the hit of the evening and his every appearance was t he signal for mirth.”—From the Sebastopol Times. Among others who did unusually well were Marguerite Jewell, Carl Kennedy and Harold Wiggins. The general sentiment has been expressed that no other play has ever been given in this community equal in standard and execution. The young people should feel proud of their effort, which was thoroughly enjoyed throughout. Miss Tracy, who was responsible for their training, has won the gratitude of the entire school. The Pneus predicts that once each year the pupils of the high school will present a drama equal in character and as ar¬ tistic in setting. To study such a play is elevating and a very valuable training. The cast of characters was Rosaline, Blanche Moran; Celia, Marguerite Jewell; Audrey, Arelia Payne; Phoebe, Evelyn Sweetnam; Or¬ lando, Carl Kenendy; Jacques, Adam, and Duke Frederic, Harold Wiggins; Banished Duke, Alfred Shelton; Sylvius, Lewis Johnson; First Lord, Tom Street; Dennis. Corin, Ralph Wiggins; William, Charles, Bert Bower; LeBeau, Joe Williamson; Oliver, Harry Fuller; Lords, Paul Wool- sey, Clarence Bower, Moore Sweetnam, Grant Wren, Warren Woolsey. Jacques ant 0tljersi from “B gou Hike 3tt.’ ilnbtr Ci)c Utlacs An Episode, by Florence Ede Juan Hastings came tumbling off the low gabled roof on to the soft ground in the garden. Startled, he arose and shook some of the loose dirt from his uniform and listened. The shout of the men and the reports of the muskets plainly told him that his pursuers were near at hand. He stood in the shadow of a huge lilac tree and glanced around to ascertain where he was. He found himself in the rear courtyard of the home of the American consul to Mexico. Safe at last, he thought; but that was not to be, for the dark faces of the Mexicans were plainly visible in the bright moonlight and he could see that they were surrounding the place. Juan, seeing no way of escape at present, stealthily climbed into the lilac tree, a monstrous thing with full white blossoms. Its fragrance overwhelmed him and there came into his mind a vision of his old home in Mon¬ terey. Again he saw his sweet-faced mother sitting be¬ neath the shade of the lilac tree which shaded the porch of the old homestead. Why had he come to this barbarous country when every one was up in arms. This was the question he impatiently asked himself. The only answer of which he could think was, that he had come simply for the danger and glory of being at the front. But this was no time to think of home, ne must try to make his escape. The Mexicans would soon have the place completely surrounded. For an instant everything was quiet in the courtyard and he wondered where the men had gone. Listening in¬ tently he discovered that they had gathered and were°dis- cussing the situation in fluent Spanish. Cautiously Juan oescended from his high perch and made his way along the shadow of the beautiful trees until he reached the bank of the little lake which lay behind the large courtyard. The re, to his surprise, he saw a white robed figure sit¬ ting on a rock by the bank directly in the brilliant light of the tropical moon. Crouched in the shadow he watched the figure. It was a young woman, and with a start of amazement Juan recognized Helen Ford, the consul’s daughter. He arose and approached to where she sat. Suppressing a startled scream she stepped back, then seeing who came she ran towards him. Her face was white with terror, her eyes starry with excitement, and her pretty mouth quivering and tremu¬ lous. “Juan,” she cried, clinging to him in a passion of relief, “Juan, the Mexicans have revolted again. They have taken father and are searching for me.” She gazed at him with terror-stricken eyes. “What shall we do?” The man caressed her gently until she became calm. His mind was working quickly seeking an avenue of escape but he knew it was useless. They were at the mercy ol vhe enraged, ignorant Mexicans, and at the thought the man’s heart sank. “Come, little girl.” he said, “we must go inside and wait our chance to get away. But if we are to die—well, Americans knows how to die bravely.” The girl lifted her head proudly. “Come,” she said. Then, arm in arm, they hastened up the moonlit path to the house Suddenly, sixteen rifle reports stirred the stillness of the tropical summer evening. Sixteen dusky Mexican faces glowed with triumph, then with a shout they hurried on their way of death and destruction. In the garden a gentle breeze murmured through the leaves of the lilac, a tiny moan was wafted to the heavens then all was still. And there, stretched on the green sward, side by side, they lay, the soldier and the maid. J|Br. ,§U)am’s Cabinet A beautiful cabinet belonging to Mr. A. B. Swain, a member of the Board of Trustees, has been loaned to the school and occupies a prominent place in the front hall. A number of catalogues have been prepared containing the names of all the specimens and the places from which they have been secured. The cabinet contains more than one thousand specimens collected from various parts of Cali¬ fornia, from the Black Hills, Arizona, New York, Wash¬ ington, Oregon and from Mexico, Brazil, England, Sand¬ wich Islands, Japan and Alaska. It has proved a substan¬ tial assistance in the study of Physical Geography, and is very much admired by all visitors. The artistic case and arrangement of the specimens on the shelves makes a beautiful picture. The teachers and pupils are under ob¬ ligation to Mr. Swain for this valuable addition to the equipment of the school and hope that he may consent to loan it to the school for some time to come. In the lower shelf of this cabinet is a gold medal pre¬ sented to the high school as a prize won at the Gravenstein Apple Show last August. The design which was entered by the school at the Apple Show occupied the space just in front of the entrance to the big tent and received many commendations from the numerous visitors. They are now planning for a better feature next year and expect to win the first prize. AGRICULTURE The Board also authorized the organization of a class in Agriculture. Eighteen boys and girls entered this class. They use a regular text book and have a good working library on this subject, which they frequently consult and make reports upon special topics. They care for a garden on the school house grounds, which the Board bought spec¬ ially for that use. They also care for a garden at their respective homes. During the fall and winter they each cared for some animals, chickens, horses or cows and made regular reports upon this work to the class. A first class compound microscope purchased for the purpose is used by these pupils in their investigations. Cfje Class in Hgrieulture M Political Crisis; By Ray Johnson, ’ll. It was a very cold evening on January 5, 1932. One of those blizzards which oftentimes sweep over the eastern states had been raging with increasing fury for several days past. The main strength of the storm had been cen¬ tered further north, but the driving wind drifted the still falling snow in the streets of New York. The few people who were abroad from necessity pulled their coat collars tightly about them and hastened to finish whatever busi¬ ness kept them from the warmth of the fireside. In a private room of the WAldorf-Astoria, two men were leisurely dining. One of them was John D. Green, presi¬ dent of the consolidated trusts. He was heavily built and somewhat past middle age. His face gave an indica¬ tion of that strong mentality which had won his present position. There were certain hard lines about his mouth and eyes, however, which indicated that the possessor cared little what means were employed to gain his ends. He was immaculately a.ttired in full evening dress. His companion was also past middle age. The imprints of vice were clearly stamped on his proud, harsh counten¬ ance. Here, one would have said, was an implacable en¬ e my. And, indeed, this was the reputation which Abe Herman bore. He was the first to break the silence which prevailed. “Why did you send for me on such a beastly night?” he inquired. “The election is somewhat in doubt. Even with the democrats, we may not get a majority, and—I have a plan to discuss with you,” the other replied. “Do you mean that d-d scoundrel, Hiram Johns, may be elected-” Herman asked fiercely. The deadly hate expressed in his voice brought a satis¬ fied smile to the face of Green. “He will do it,” he said to himself. Aloud, he replied: “You seem to hold a grudge against the worthy nominee of the insurgent republicans?” Muttering an oath, the other asked harshly, “Why shouldn’t I held a grudge against him? It was he who drove me from California, he who compelled me to leave the Southern Pacific. But the time of reckoning will come and I am ready and waiting.” The other drew his chair closer to the table. “The time,” he said, slowly, “is here. The career of Johns must stop tonight. If he is elected, it means a death blow to the trusts. For your aid in crushing him, for ever, we are willing to pay you the sum of one million dollars.” Herman’s eyes gleamed, and he turned a shade paler at the mention of such a sum. “Do you want me to murder him?” he asked, hoarsely. “No.” Green’s voice took on a metallic note, while his face hardened. “It will not be necessary.” “What, then, am I to do?” asked Herman, his voice less strained than before. “In two days from now the electoral college of Cali¬ fornia will meet at Sacramento to cast their votes for the President. Three lists of the votes are made. One is sent by mail to the president of the senate. One, by messen¬ ger, to the same official, and the third will be deposited with the district court judge, Dennison. You are to get the three copies, which are to be instantly destroyed.” “But how to”—began Herman. “That,” replied Green, “is where you and the million dollars come in.” “But even if the copies should be destroyed, they would hold another election,” Herman protested. “It will do them little good. The returns will be dis¬ puted, and both houses must consent to them before ac¬ ceptance. We control the House. We formerly controlled the Senate, but the election of senators by the people put an end to that.” “Will the removal of California’s fifteen votes thr ow the election to Bryant?” “No, but Johns will not get a majority. The House must decide the election, and—we control the House.” Herman leaned forward in his chair. “I will do it,” he said. “I have waited twenty years for this and I shall not fail. Besides,” his thin face flushed, “I need the money.” It was these two facts which had led the other to send for him, but his pride was spared the knowledge. Green pushed back his chair and rose. “Now come with me,” he said. The two put on their coats and made their way to the street, where covered with snow, the limousine of the multi-millionaire stood waiting. “Home,” said Green, as he and his companion stepped inside. He closed the door hastily, and in an instant the humming of the powerful motor was heard and they were on their way. For a time the silence was unbroken; each one busy with his own thoughts. Finally, Green spoke. “You must start at once. You have two days to get there and formulate your plan.” “I am ready to go tonight, but the first train leaves in the morning,” replied Herman. “Green frowned. “You are to go tonight in my aero¬ plane,” he said, crisply. Again silence fell upon them, which was not broken until the machine stopped before the costly residence of Green. The building towered above those near it, a veritable pal¬ ace among palaces. Herman had little time to notice the beauty of the richly furnished mansion, for after dismis- sing the chauffeur, Green led him through room after room until they came to one smaller than the rest. Into one side of this a large vault had been built of solid mason¬ ry and steel. Green knelt before this in such a manner that his companion could not observe him, then rapidly spun the dial until the immense doors swung open. “Remain here,” he said, and disappeared into the gloom of the vault, from which he emerged an instant later with a bundle of bills in his hand. These he gave to Herman, with the terse remark, “Count them.” Again they passed rapidly through a number of rooms, and finally emerged into the storm on the side of the house opposite the street. The snow was not falling so thickly as before, and they were able to follow what seemed to be a narrow winding path in a garden. This ended before a large barn-like structure. The multi-millionaire stopped and pressed an electric button in the outer door. Almost instantly the door opened and they passed in. A night watchman closed the door behind them. Green turned to¬ wards him. “Is Murray ready for the trip?” he asked. “Yes, he is waiting for you in the next room.” “Very well. Tell him to come at once.” As the man hastened toward the other end of the bril¬ liantly lighted building, Herman gazed curiously around him. There were five aeroplanes in the room. Two were monoplanes of the latest make and the other three were biplanes. He approached the largest one in order to ex¬ amine it more closely. Every atention had been given to details in the making. In the center of the main deck a large room had been built and snugly roofed over. This was provided with a cot, a small electric stove and cooking utensile. Under this was the engine room, and each part of the powerful engine was perfectly made. As he noticed each carefully planned detail, Herman’s admiration turned to amazement, which was plainly por¬ trayed on his face when Green returned, followed by two young men. “Is the Queen ready?” asked Green, as they stopped by the machine. “Yes,” replied the man addressed as Murray. “Then you may start at once. You are to take this gentleman to Sacramento in the shortest time possible.” “Alright, sir,” replied Murray. He stepped to one side of the machine and pressed a button, which by some in¬ genious electrical contrivance caused the roof to swing back on both sides from the center, leaving a clear avenue open for the airship to pass through. Accompanied by his passenger, he stepped on board and joined his assistant in the engine room. A lever pulled a few notches to one side caused the barking of the motor to change to a low, sullen roar; another, advanced but a short distance, caused a trembling in every part. An instant later the two behind began to drop below them. Then the roof top was passed, and soon the storm shut them from sight. The murmur of the laboring motor, the whirr and the swish of the planes against the air, heard for a short rime, melted into the noise of the storm, and they were gone. II. Three days later, the man who threatened to run the trusts out of politics in the United States, and who had fought his way to the nomination on the insurgent repub¬ lican ticket, was busily at work in the library of his home in San Francisco. This Johns was a sturdily-built man, with broad, powerful shoulders, and a square, determined chin. Over his broad forehead were clustered thick locks of dark brown hair. He was past the average age for presidents, tut clean living had kept him young. He had made the key-note of his campaign this: John D. Green and the trusts must be kicked out of the politics of the United States. This he had kept before the people, and to this end he intended to bend every energy if he were elected. As he sat at his desk writing, his mind was thoroughly centered on the work in hand. Page after page was writ¬ ten, folded and filed away in his desk. But suddenly he was interrupted by the announcement of a visitor. That the newcomer was welcome was evident by the smile with which he was greeted. Frank Henley was counted the nearest of Johns’ large coterie of friends. He had grown with him, fought early political battles for him,, and finally had striven in every way possible for his nomination. “I came to talk over our chances,” he began, and then noting the other’s interrupted work, said, “but I have dis¬ turbed you. Some other time when you are not so busy will do just as well.” “Not at all,” Johns hastily objected. “Sit down; I was working on the speech.” Henley seated himself in the chair offered to him. “I suppose you have heard the rumor that the lists of the electoral votes have been stolen?” he began. “Yes, I have heard the story, but do not credit it. Of course it is possible, but not very probable.” “Green is desperate and would undertake almost any scheme to throw the election,” Henley replied. “Frankly, Johns, I am worried.” Before either had spoken again they were startled by the hurried entrance of a man, apparently laboring under strong excitement. They gazed upon him in surprise, fo r each knew that he was supposed to be at his headquarters in Washington. He was the head of the secret service, James Parker. Johns was the first to recover from his surprise. “Par¬ don our seeming lack of hospitality,” he said, and after shaking hands motioned the detective to a chain. “We are inclined to think you a spirit, for this morning I knew you were hard at work in the Capitol. May we ask why you are here?” “It was mainly my friendship for you,” the other re- i lied. “I have been shadowing Green for some time and just found that he has sent Abe Herman to Sacramento by- airship. I followed, but was too late. The electoral lists have been stolen.” Neither one of the listeners showed by the slightest sign the emotion caused by this startling announcement, but that it was a bitter disappointment could not be doubted. “How were they stolen?” Johns asked, quietly. “The three lists had been separated. One was in the mails, the second was in the charge of a special messenger, and the third had been turned over to Dennison, district court judge. The copy in the mails was taken after a sup¬ posed government inspector with forged credentials had gone through the car. The second was taken in a crowded railroad car. It was at the feet of the special messenger and suddenly he discovered that the grips had been changed and he had one which was empty.” “And the third, how was it stolen?” “It was taken from the judge’s safe in his library. The private secretary had evidently been bribed for he cannot be found.” Johns’ face grew sterner. He leaned forward. “This,” he said, “may mean defeat to me and may put off the time when the trusts are to be forced from Ameri¬ can politics, but the day will surely come when the gov¬ ernment will return to what it was: a government of the people, for the people and by the people.” III. The day upon which Johns was to speak in New York arrived. The speech was to be made in the open air, and as the day was bright and clear thousands of people pressed into the Kensington Gardens long before the ap¬ pointed time. When the moment at last came, Johns was gieeted by the acclamation of a crowd estimated at thirty thousand. At first his admirers were inclined to cheer him, but as he went on they began to realize that they were listening to words straight from the soul of a great man, and a hush fell over the people. On and on he spoke, concentrating; every bit of will power to bring to the people that love for their country which would cause them to throw off the yoke of the trusts. In one corner of the great mass a newcomer tugged at the coat of a friend whom he had recognized and whispered of the greatness of Johns. But the other turned upon him fiercely: “Shut up!” he snarled. Those around did not notice him. All the attention was centered on the man who was speaking, who was filling their very souls with his own spirit. When he had ended there was a silence, broken only by the wailing of a child who did not understand what was taking place. There was one in the crowd to whom the words of the speaker carried nothing but bitterness. Brooding over his fancied wrongs and the failure of his plans, revenge had come to be a mania with Abe Herman. As he gazed with feverish eyes upon the man he hated so intensely, he could contain himself so longer. Suddenly springing forward he raised a revolver and fired at Johns, then instantly point¬ ing the weapon toward himself he shot twice more and sank to the ground. For an instant the people were breathless with surprise. Then a cry of horror and rage rose from the mass, horror for the deed and rage for the perpetrator. Frenzied by the deed they beat and tore the lifeless body of the unfor¬ tunate Herman until little was left. Johns, who had been tenderly picked up, was carried to a hospital, where it was found that his wound was not serious. He had fallen in a faint and would soon recover. Two days later the glad news was brought to Henley by the bed of his wounded friend, that Johns had been elected by the House. Under the storm of indignation of the people, who believed the murderer to have been a paid assassin, Green had fled from the country and his de¬ parture ended the reign of the trusts. “Thank God!” murmured Johns. “I used to tell the people that when they bought corn it was plain that corn was what they wanted and not tomatoes; but when they wanted honest legislature and turned to the trusts for it I imagined something was wrong with my teaching. Now I am sure it was right.” 31 little Jfable of Ciutl) As Revised It so happened in the days of old that a lad was born into the world, and he was cursed with an exceeding am¬ bition. So ambitious was he that when he had acquired a sufficient amount of learning he entered the high school. Now there was a certain class in the high school called the class in Chemistry, and in order that the lad might be wise even beyond the common wisdom of men, he en¬ tered the class. For many weeks he struggled on beneath his tribulation, but because of his great ambition he did not give up. At last it so happened that his brain failed from sheer exhaustion and the lad passed away to a land where there was no class in Chemistry. And it came to pass that the lad stood before St. Peter at the “pearly gate” and begged for entrance. “My son,” said St. Peter, and there was a great stern¬ ness in his voice, “my son, tell me, what hast thou done on earth to enter the kingdom of heaven?” The lad gazed in awe at the great keeper of the gate. “Ah,” he said, “little have I done to deserve such a great reward. But,” he continued, pleadingly, “have mercy, 0 great saint, for such have I suffered. For one long year I labored in the class of Chemistry.” St. Peter threw wide the gate of paradise. “Enter,” he said, and there was great pity in his voice, “enter, my son. Verily, thou hast suffered even unto death. In the realm of the devil there could be no greater torture.” The lad knelt before the saint in gratitude, then re¬ joicing entered the gate of paradise. Now it came to pass that a second lad stood before St. Peter, just as the first lad entered the gate and he, like¬ wise, begged for entrance. “My son,” said St. Peter, “tell me, what hast thou done to deserve entrance into the kingdom of heaven?” The lad looked despairingly at the great saint, “Alas,” he lamented, “I have done little to deserve so great a reward.” St. Peter shook his head. “Pass on,” he said, “only he who is worthy may enter.” “But,” cried the lad, despairingly, “surely I may enter as well as he who has gone before. I have labored even as much as he.” “Not so,” answered St. Peter, and there was again a great pity in his voice. “Not so, he alone may enter for he hath suffered much. For one long year he hath stag¬ gered under the burden of Chemistry.” “Then,” cried the lad, triumphantly, “I, too, may en¬ ter. For lo, for two years I belonged to the class in Chem¬ istry.” St. Peter arose, and anger flashed from his eyes. There was no longer pity but a great scorn in his voice. “Go!” he said, “thou canst not enter. Thou took’st two years of Chemistry? Begone! We’ll have no fools in paradise.” Cintorial JUaff 20lancf)e 4l®oran Hbelta Payne Clalpf) Digging Charles etoell Homs Johnson parolb Hoggins ■ 2Bbttor-in-Cf)ief Sllssoctate Cbitor - . athletics £taff Artist 3osf) Cbitor business Manager With this, the second issue of the Pneus, the Seniors of 1911 go forth from dear old Analy. Now that our work is ended, we see many changes we could make, many faults to be remedied, but trusting in the kindly criticisms of our readers we send the Pneus out as a last remembrance of our work as a class. Looking over the past year, we feel that it has been a thoroughly successful time. In numbers our school has increased, for this year we welcomed thirty-nine Fresh¬ men. Work hard, Freshmen, on you depends the welfare of the school. Under the capable instruction of Mr. Burd, a complete commercial course has been installed and added to our course of study. By the large number of our best students who are taking this course it is very evident that we must consider it one of the most useful and successful depart¬ ments of the school. Let us urge that Manual Training and Domestic Science be added to our school, so that we can truly claim to be one of the most modern and pro¬ gressive high schools in the state. With every confidence in the ability of the Junior class we bequeath to them the place we have held as special managers of the student body. We leave in their rands the next copy of the Pneus, and trust that they will profit by our mistakes and be able to make a better, larger paper. We regret that we were unable to have an exchange col¬ umn, and suggest that an exchange next year would greatly add to the appearance of the Pneus. This year the Senior gave “As You Like It” in the grove in the school grounds. As a last and most earnestly desired favor from the Junior class, we urge and entreat that the Juniors follow our example and make use of the beautiful grove which we are fortunate to have. At the end of every year let the Seniors present an outdoor clas¬ sical play, so that this custom shall be firmly established and the patrons of the school will each year look forward to seeing Analy do something really worth while. We wish to thank Mr. Williamson for his kindness and help in issuing this number of The Pneus. We have found him ever a friend as well as teacher. We thank the business men who so generously gave us advertisements, making it possible for The Pneus to live, student body members, remember this, and do your buy¬ ing at home. The Baccalaureate address, a practical, sensible . and able one, was delivered in the Sebastopol Congregational church at 11 o’clock a. m., Sunday, June 11, by Rev. Geo. H. DeKay. The class, faculty and board of trustees with Principal ' J. E. Williamson at the head of the column pre¬ sented a dignified procession which was conducted to the front seats by Tom Street, one of the junior ushers. The house was filled to the brim with the enthustiastic friends of Analy Union High School On Friday evening, October 16th, the Freshmen class was welcomed into the High School at a reception given by the three upper classes in Lincoln Hall. An interest¬ ing program consisting of songs and recitations was en¬ joyed during the first of the evening. This was concluded by a very clever and laughable burlesque on “Young Lochinvar,” presented by the Seniors. Games and danc¬ ing followed until the guests were seated in the dining room, where a most delicious banquet was served. Fur¬ ther dancing followed until the lateness of the hour warned the dancers that it was time to say “Good night.” On Saturday evening, April 8th, a Sophomore class party was given in Red Men’s Hall. Dancing and cards were the order of the evening. The hall was beautifully decorated in the purple and gold of the “Sophs.,” flower pennants of purple and gold adorning the walls. Refresh¬ ments of water ices and cake finished the evening’s pleasure. On Friday afternoon, February 10, the student body gave a Cooked Food and Candy Sale, the proceeds to be used as part payment of the piano. Each class was as¬ signed a booth and the friendly rivalry which existed re¬ sulted in a most beautiful and artistic appearance of the study hall. The cherry blossom tea garden of the Seniors, where coffee and cake were served by daintily gowned Jap¬ anese maidens, was truly exquisite and called forth, ad¬ miration from all who saw it. The red and white booth of the Juniors looked almost as good to eat as were the delicious home-made candies which they sold. The Sophomores worked out an exceptionally clever “heart” booth in their colors of purple and gold. Beneath it they sold pies and other pastry in such quantities as to win the first prize from a financial standpoint. The dainty white and gold booth of the Freshmen was very artistic, and the quaint little Puritan maids who so deftly served the salad and baked beans and brown bread were kept busy selling their wares. In the evening the Seniors gathered the remains from the sale and with a few guests partook of a “feed,” which served as a finish to a thoroughly suc¬ cessful afternoon. On Friday evening, March 31, a concert was given by the Glee Club in the assembly hall of the High School. This was the second concert given by the student body and was thoroughly enjoyable. Each solo, duet and chorus was admirably rendered and encored. During the end of the evening a troupe of Jubilee Singers were persuaded to sing some southern songs. This they did in such fine style that they were enthusiastically encored and re¬ sponded with a repetition of the cake walk. After the program ended a social time was indulged in by all those present and many took advantage of this occasion to view ihe entire building, which was open for inspection. On Friday evening, April 15’th, the three upper classes were the guests of the Freshmen at a reception given at Red Men’s Hall. The hall was very prettily decorated in the colors of the upper classes. The evening was pleas¬ antly spent in dancing and games, and after refreshments had been served the party broke up with a vote of thanks to the Freshmen for providing such an eenjoyable time for them all. On Saturday evening, May 27th, the Senior class was entertained by the Juniors at the beautiful country home of Miss Maud Barlow. A color scheme of pink and green, the Senior class colors, was used through the entire house, each room being beautifully decorated with a profusion of pink roses amid ferns. The minutes quickly sped away with music and games, and at 10:30 a delicious luncheon was served. It was with regret that the Seniors were forced to hurry away in time to get the car and they left with many congratulations and thanks to the Juniors who had proved such efficient hosts and hostesses. Friday evening, June 2nd, the Senior Class and faculty were entertained at a reception given at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Williamson. Anticipating the evening’s amuse¬ ment, each guest wore an emblem to represent a state. Prizes were given to the one who guessed the greatest number correctly. Following this, a postage stamp con¬ test furnished much mirth. At a late hour dainty re¬ freshments were served, the last course, being ping and green ice cream, the colors of the Seniors. Friday evening, June 9, the Seniors and faculty enter¬ tained at a banquet given by the Freshmen Class in Red Men’s Hall. The hall was beautifully decorated in the pink and green of the Seniors. Pink carnations and sweet peas were used on the tables and created a very dainty ef¬ fect. Toasts were given and humorous stories told. Later, a few games of bridge were enjoyed by card-lovers. The guests then adjourned, with a hearty vote of thanks to the Freshmen for the evening’s pleasure. Cfje Class of 1912 r jSetog anb Comment COMMERCE At the beginning of this school year a complete Com¬ mercial course was organized and Mr. A. H. Burd engaged to have charge of it. It covers a period of two years and includes Shorthand, Typewriting, Bookkeeping, Commer¬ cial Geography, Commercial Arithmetic, Commercial Law, Commercial Correspondence, Penmanship, Spelling and English. Each subject is presented in a thorough manner and thoroughly studied, and the student complet¬ ing this course is competent to keep a set of books or per¬ form the duties of an amanuensis. Mr. Burd has proved to be an accomplished and successful instructor and pupils who receive his instruction will be specially well prepared for actual business practice. A number of pupils have al¬ ready received positions, to be accepted as soon as school closes. Two rooms are used for this department, with glass doors between. In one there are eighteen desks, each hav¬ ing two double drawers, which permits four pupils to use each desk. The other room contains five latest improved typewriters and desks. These five machines are kept busy every hour of the day. Eighty students have enrolled for one or more studies. Many of these are taking the com¬ plete commercial course. There have been enrolled in Bookkeeping 54, Penmanship 54, Typewriting 32, Sh r;t- hand 21, Commercial Arithmetic 27, Commercial Law A, Commercial Correspondence 18, Commercial Geography 7. These pupils take English with the regular classes. Five young people will complete the course in June and be ready to act as bookkeepers or stenographers. Seven will complete shorthand and typewriting and twelve will com¬ plete the first year of bookkeeping. The people of this community surely have appreciated the placing of this department in the school and will no doubt continue to make use of it. Cxcur sfions! Miss Tracey went with fourteen pupils on May 30 to visit Mt. Jackson, which is beyond Forestville near the Russian River. They climbed the mountain, ate their lunch on its top, took some observations and after some further examination of the rocks and minerals and enjoy¬ ing the views of the valleys and gorges through which the Russian River runs, they descended and sitting down upon the banks of the river made coffee and ate a second lunch. They left on the early car and returned to Sebastopol at 7:30 p. m. The party of pupils who went consisted of Marguerite Jewell, Ruth Meeker, Mamie Miller, Helen Thor, Dorothy Madd.ocks, Ivy Burroughs, Eleanor Walk¬ er, Evelyn Sweetnam, Moore Sweetnam, Arthur Sweet¬ nam, Warren Woolsey, John Mulvaney, Fleming Mc¬ Whorter and Lewis Johnson. They all reported a profit¬ able and pleasant day and unanimously agree that Lew Johnson is a safe and jolly guide, and that Miss Tracey knows how to teach even from the mountain top. Five boys spent Friday night, May 26, on the top of Mt. St. Helena, T ' heo Thomas, Moore Sweetnam, Arthur Sweetnam, Warren Woolsey and Clarence Bower. The next day they took observations and started home. These expeditions are under the direction of Miss Tracy, who keeps a record of their work for comparison with that of other classes. The actual measurements and calculations make the study practical and will be remembered longer. THE TRIP TO DILLON’S BEACH Saturday, May 20, was Physical Geography Day for the pupils of the Analy Union High School. They chartered three big wagons and went to Dillon’s Beach. The first wagon started at six in the morning and the other two at 7:30. Prof. Williamson and Miss Tracy chaperoned the party, sixty-two in all. The day was ideal for such a trip and all were happy in anticipation of a jolly good time. The beautiful ranches and homes on the Freestone road never seemed more beautiful or attractive. The fields and orchards had on their magnificent dresses. The crowd hailed Howard Clayton and Joe Williamson as they passed their homes. On the O’Farrell Hill the two-horse wagon gave way. George Bertoli hunted up Joe Williamson’s father and related the condition, whereupon Mr. William¬ son turned his wagon over to the high school people, say¬ ing, “I will do whatever I can for the high school girls and boys.” This team had Jansen for driver and soon caught the other team and really beat to the barn. A bountiful repast was spread out before the young people under the direction of Ivy Burroughs, the president of the freshman class. Everybody said Miss Tracy could make good coffee, especially when Moore Sweetnam made the fire for her. The sandwiches were plentiful and de¬ licious, the cakes were the best, the oranges and straw¬ berries were in abundance, with plenty of sugar and fresh cream, from the Barlow ranch. A big three-gallon milk pail served to hold the lemonade, which rapidly dis¬ appeared. But the mince pies and canned pickled peaches went off like hot cakes. But the great time occurred after lunch, when all the boys and girls, and teachers too, donned bathing suits, or rolled up pantaloons above the knees and tested the waves. The temperature was just right for bathing. Afterward they looked over their questions, which they had tucked away for safe keeping, and proceeded to answer them. These were about the winds, the sands, the waves, the the rocks, the shore-lines, sea-weeds and animals. A sea- lion was hailed with loud exclamations, others picked some e tar-fishes, others were content with shells only. These all will serve for souvenirs of the Physical Geographv trip of 1911. At half past five in the afternoon they returned to the wagons, where they ate more good things which the girls had provided. Two big meals, and then enough to satisfy the specially hungry ones all the way home. The three wagons and John Mulvaney’s cart started promptly at six for home, singing songs, whistling tunes and announcing riddles and telling stories. All arrived safe at the depot in Sebastopol in time for the eleven o’clock car. Rah! Rah! Rah! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Analy High School, She’s the stuff. Mtfjlettcs 1910-1911 This is the third year of Analy, and although no field meets have been won she has made a better showing this year than in the past two. At the beginning of last term (1910) basket ball was all “the go.” Five games were played by the first team of the boys of the school, and of the five, two were won and one was a tie. The boys’ second team played two games and lost one. Those playing on the first team were as follows: Forwards, Harry Fuller (Capt.), Henry Willard; cen¬ ter, Moore Sweetnam; guards, Ray Johnson (manager), Harold Wiggins. While some of the boys were playing basket ball others “stuck” to the track and Analy was represented at the two field meets last fall: one was the Northwestern Sub League of the A. A. L. at Petaluma. Here we won two points as a starter. The next field meet we attended was a meeting of the N. S. C. A. L. at Napa, where we won eight points. Analy was also represented at Ukiah and at Benicia. A delegation of more than one hundred pupils and citizens from this community joined the big excursion to Ukiah. In the spring of ’ll, baseball was started, and a good team of our best men was organized as follows: George Bertoli, first base (captain) ; Harold Wiggins, second base (manager); Harry Fuller, catcher; Ray Johnson, pitcher; Henry Willard, third base; John Ber- toli, short stop; Theo Thomas, right field; Joe Williamson, center field; Lewis Johnson, left field. During the latter part of May the baseball team played the Petaluma High on the Analy grounds and defeated them by a score of 10 to 9. George Bertoli made the only “home run” of the season, but two-baggers were made by several of the boys. Petaluma challenged Analy for the third game, which proved to be the best game of the season. The game was played at Petaluma and was a glorious victory for Analy. Petaluma was defeated in a ten-inning game by a score of 5-4. The Petaluma boys played their best, but our boys were determined to end the last game of the season with a successful score. The pitching done by Ray Johnson was certainly work to be proud of, and all the boys are to be warmly commended for their “classy” playing. i Out the six games that Analy has played, she has lost out one, .and. she redeemed, herself by defeating that same team twice since then. If it were not for that game Analy baseball team would be the champion team " of Sonoma County high schools. BASKET BALL—GIRLS Champions! Sounds great, doesn’t it, girls? To hold the undisputed championship of the county, of the league or of the state, is a position to be envied and one worthv of applause. No, we’re not there yet, nor could we hope to comoete with a state team, but we’re holding our own with high ecnools, every one of which can boast of a larger enroll¬ ment than old Analy. Th e girls have played well this year and have been beaten by Santa Rosa only. At least twice a week the court or hall has seen four¬ teen girls having a hard practice. As a result, Healds- ourg, San Rafael and Vallejo saw seven of them walk off the floor with the honors of the day. And we are proud to say that it was not some happy chance that won these games, Put hard training and coaching by Miss Smith and conscientious work by all of us that has won for us our laurels. 2 a£et)aU Ceam You may say that it is play, that we enjoy practicing and do it for our pleasure. To be sure, that is one side of the question and a pleasant one, too, but like every¬ thing else, basket ball has its disadvantages. There isn’t much enjoyment in walking home with a basket ball suit after a hard day’s work at school and an hour of hard practicing. It isn’t as pleasant as it might be to practice on a hot afternoon in the sun, nor is it an easy responsi¬ bility to bear when a game is to be played and you know the name of Analy is at stake. It is for her we worked, for her we won, not for our¬ selves, for individuals we count as little. What could the goalers do if they didn’t get the ball? Though they might be very proficient in goaling, they could do nothing with¬ out the ball, which they must get from the centers. Then, they too, are helpless unless they receive it from the guards. So it is as one great machine. Each part is es¬ sential to the other, and it is as a team, not as private players, that we have worked for our school. Special commendation is cue several of the squad who have not made the team, but who have turned out regu¬ larly to practice. They had no “A” to spur them on. They were in for basket ball not for the prize, but unsel¬ fishly to help the team. We appreciate it, girls, and thank you. It helped us to beat Vallejo 30-7, Healdsburg 17-15, and San Rafael 17-4. Ek iA5- Crack Ceam JOSHES Miss S. (as Ray returns a book)—Did you bring back one? Ray (misunderstanding)—Oh no, I’m only eighteen. Mrs. Green—Charles, you and Audrey are not doing that love scene right. Adelia (eagerly)—Oh, let’s begin all over. AN EDITOR’S TROUBLES Editing is a nice job. If we publish jokes, people say we are rattle-brained. If we don’t, we are fossils. If we publish only original matter, they say we don’t give them enough selections. If we give them selections they say we are too lazy to write. If we remain in the office, we ought to be looking for news items. If we go out, then we are not attending to business. If we wear old clothes, they laugh at us. If we wear good ones, they say we are putting on. Now what are we going to do? Just as likely as not, someone will say we stole this from an exchange. So we did. It is from “The Crocus,” S. D. Adelia (counting her sandwiches)—What on earth did I make more for. They are plenty here. Ivy (sarcastically)—Oh, you have Moore on the brain Question:—Why are Marguerite and “Burreaux” like electric lights? Answer:—Sometimes the switches are on and sometimes off. Miss Kinnear:—“Did you want to report upon Photog¬ raphy or Dye?” Ray Johnson:—“I think I’d rather,—Dye.” He always makes a hit With all the lovely misses The reason ? It is this: He stutters when he kisses. In Eng:—“He knew Shakespeare well?” Student:—“Go on, you can’t fool me. Shakespeare is dead.”—Ex. Commencement Attire Right at this time comes our display of COMMENCEMENT ATTIRE for young men. We rea ' ize what the occasion ( mands and have prepared a showirg of FASHIONABLE SUITS that are proper for this and all other DI ESS OCCASIONS. Here Are New and Beautiful Blue Serges Cut Along Young Men ’s Lines. GENTEEL AND REFINED AT POPULAR PRICES B. D. LINDERMAN “The Leading Clothier” For.... School Books and Supplies Initial Stationery for Polite Correspondence College Crepe Streamers for Decorations Go to T. R. Worth, Sebastopol, Cal. Mr. Williamson—What was Washington first? Evelyn S.—A baby. W. S. Borba The Stationer Everything in Stationery School Supplies Sheet Music Kodaks Picture Framing Developing Printing a Specialty Quality of Goods and Courteous Treatment, Our Motto Main Street - - Sebastopol Phone Main 721 E. I. BORBA Pioneer Blacksmith and Horseshoer has been and always is in the lead. Santa I osa Avenue MOORE’S MARKET all kinds of Fresh and Salt MEATS 112 Sebastopol Ave. Phone 25 Sebastopol, Cal. Gussie W. in Hist. III.— At times Diderot was so poor that he lived from mouth to mouth. Miss T.—Possibly you mean from hand to mouth? Question—What did Gussie mean? G. A. Strout A. L. Strout Patronize the Analy Planing Mill ....for.... All Kinds of Mill and Cabinet Work Fruit Dryers, Trays, Step Ladders, Doors, Windows and Mouldings Pure Drugs We have the Pure Drugs and Know how to mix and dispense them. Ask your Doctor where to get his PRESCRIPTION FILLED. Also Stationery and Toilet Articles Yours for a Square Deal J. T. Forsyth Agent Arch Line of Family Remedies Laugh, and the Faculty laughs with you, Laugh, and you laugh alone. One is when the joke’s on the Faculty, The other is when its your own. P. M. NOONAN A. S. PHILLIPS The Butcher Shaving Parlor The High School Shop Santa Ifasa Ave., Sebastopol, Cal. Sebastopol, Cal. A good ice cream soda Where can we get one? Why at Rule’s Candy Store where they make their soda fresh every day. Carbonated by electric pew ' er PROFESSIONAL W. J. KERR, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Office and Residence, Bodega Ave. opposite City Hall Sebastopol, Cal. L. G. SCOTT Attorney-at-Law Practice in State and Federal Courts Office Phone, Main 563 Residence Phone, Main 501 119 N. Main Street CLARA M. PITT F. N. FOLSOM, M. D. Dentist Physician and Surgeon Office and Residence Office and Residence Cor. N. Main and Healdsburg Ave. Forsyth Building Sebastopol, Cal. Sebastopol, Cal. J . J. KEATING, DR. C. W. LAWTON A. B„ Ph. L., M. D. Physician and Surgeon Physician and Surgeon Phones: Residence Main 701 Office Main 36 Phone Main 411 Sebastopol, Cal. Analy Bank Building DR. JOHN TALBOT PERRIER LIBBY Osteopathic Physician Attorneys at-Law Forsyth Building Sebastopol, Cal. Kingsbury Building Hours 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. ; 7 to 8 p.m. Sundays by Appointment Phone 1261; Residence 1263 Sebastopol, Cal. THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF SEBASTOPOL SEBASTOPOL SAVINGS BANK ( THE ASSOCIATED BANKS ) COMBINED CAPITAL - - - $125,000.00 Combined Assets over ONE HALF MILLION DOLLARS Directors: Geo. P. McNear John P. Overton Chas. W. Woodworth Ben F. Williams Charles G. Martin Geo. D. Sanborn W. W. Monroe Sash, Doors, and all Kinds of mill work or your house built complete Rose City Mill Lumber Co. First and E Streets Santa Rosa Question—Why has Harold Wiggins a sweet tooth ? Answer—Because he likes Sweet’uns. CALL AT || 7 MAIN STREET SEBASTOPOL BEST TEAS AND COFFEES IN TOWN If you don’t buy of us we both loose LOOK US UP STAR OUTFITTERS, Inc. NEW AND SECOND-HAND GOODS Bodega Avenue Call and See Us Everything Guaranteed Sebastopol, Cal. Buy an ADLER COLLEGIAN SUIT from Chas. Burroughs Co., Inc, and you will become a steady customer of our Suit Department GEO. D. SANBORN Pioneer Land Dealer Sebastopol, Cai. Evelyn S.—Charlie needs a shave, doesn’t he? Florence M.—It looks that way. Evelyn—Oh, I didn’t find out by the way it looks. Question—How did she find out? We make the prices for Sebastopol on hay, grain, flour, feed and poultry supplies. Also handle all kinds of SPRAY MATERIALS We respectfully solicit a share of your patronage Sebastopol Berry Growers, lnc Crawford Son The Grocers Sebastopol Restaurant and Chop House Give the Meals at all hours Prices reasonable 3-H Fresh oysters, crabs and tamales a trial T. F. MEAGHER Santa Rosa Avenue GEO. M c FARLANE “The Quality Grocer” Sebastopol California A. B. Taveira EAT BARBER SHOP at the at 117 Santa Rosa Ave. Gravenstein Cafe Sebastopol, Cal. opposite Electric Depot W. H. BAITEY Harness and Saddlery. Carriage Trimming Everything in the Leather Line Best Material and Workmanship Guaranteed Help Wanted The canning season is now on and we want all women and girls desiring employment at the cannery to register at once Central California Canneries B. H. BARTHOLD, Supt. Sebastopol, Cal. Thera was a young chemistry bluff Who was mixing some compound stuff, Dropped a match in a phial, And after awhile They picked up a tooth and a cuff. SMOKE... HIGH GRADE CIGARS AND TOBACCO Get them from Fred ROSS, Sebastopol, Cal. HOWELL HICKS First-class Turnouts at Butchers Golden Rule Feed and Livery Stables A. 1. Sullivan, prop. Main Street Sebastopol Sebastopol, Cal. EVERYBODY READS THE TIMES Contains all the news each week Sebastopol Times Co., Inc. Publishers A. ANTHONY Dry Goods, Ladies and Gents Furnishing Goods and Millinery Agents Standard Patterns Always showing the Warner’s Form Fitting Corsets Latest Novelties In Fancy Goods Main Street, Sebastopol Miss S.—What is the Latin word for love? Alfred S.—Amor, amoris. Miss S.—Gender, please. A1 f red—Feminine. GLOECKNER DORWARD Real Estate - Insurance DISHER HALLET General Merchandise Graton, Cal. A Freshmen stood upon the burning deck, But a s far as we can learn, He stood in perfect safety, He was too green to burn. The Sebastopol French Laundry J. TACHOUET, Proprietor Laces, Lace Curtains, Blankets, Gloves and Ties Done Up by Special Process Dry Cleaning Phone Main 553 Sebastopol Paint and Wall Paper Store JOS. NAUMANN, Proprietor Wall Paper, Glass, Paints and Oils J. F. TRIGOS Confectionery and Family Remedies Your patronage respectfully solicited Graton, Cal. NEEP SON Wm, Rogers Sons Feed and Livery Stable Graton, Cal. MOLINO, CAL. Dealers in The GRATON BAKERY Choice Groceries is where you get goods like mother used to and make. High grade confectionery, ice cream and soda fountain General Merchandise drinks. REAL ESTATE and Be a Booster H. Key, prop. INSURANCE Miss S.— What does redolent mean? Karl K.—Hesitating. P - ' th M.— Having a fine odor. Miss S.— Yes, fike lager beer. WEEKS ROBINSON Hardware and Plumbing Phone Main 481 Sebastopol, Cal. ORSBORN CO. General Merchandise Graton, Cal. Adelia—I hear that Karl Kennedy intends to be a doc¬ tor. Lita—Well, he certainly ought to make a success. Adelia—Do you think so? Why? Lita—He gets a new case every day. W. W. SNOW W. J. WATSON Sebastopol Machine and Construction Co. Automobile Repairs Brazing and General Machine Work CHAS. SENGLER The Parisian Fashion Tailor High class suits to order, $15 - $40 Ladies and Gents Suits Cleaned and Pressed $1.00 Up The Sebastopol Furniture Co. G. R., G. A. HARRISON, Proprietors Dealers in FURNITURE, RUGS, CARPETS, MATTING, LINOLEUM, DRAPERIES, ETC. Phone Main 951 Opposite Electric Depot Miss S.—Who was Dido, Pauline? Pauline—Dido was the name of a popular song at the time of Caes a r. Phone 24 W. L. BENEPE Quality and Price Express go hand in hand and at Baggage Noonan’s Grocery RONEY K. NOONAN Wholesale Retail Mr. Williamson—The girls’ basket ball picture wa. : tine; how about the boys’, Ray? Ray J.—They are not fully developed yet. A. H. LATON Lumber Dealer SEBASTOPOL, CAL. A Systematic Record Keeping a systematic record of one’s income and expense is necessary for the man or woman who is anxious to accumulate something toward future financial independence. The easy way, the convenient way and the one practical way for keeping an accurate and systematic record is to deposit your earnings in a home bank and pay all bills by check. The stubs in your check book, if properly kept, will furnish the record you want. Just give this plan a fair test and see if you do not have more money at the end of the year. No charge for book-keeping, pass or check books if you carry your account at The Analy Savings Bank Sebastopol, Sonoma Co., Cal. F. A. BRUSH, President A. B. SWAIN, Cashier ROBERT CUNNINGHAM, Vice-Pres. E. F. JEWELL, Ass’t. Cashier QUALITY Candies, Ice Cream, Soda Water Sundaes and Specials WATTERS’ 112 MAIN ST. Harry F.—When I speak on a subject I always try to embrace it thoroughly. Futh M.—Well, let’s talk about me. Notice Get your jewelry repaired at A. E. SHELLEYS Shaving Parlors 106 North Main C. F. CHASE Insurance Phone Main 563 Sebastopol, Cal. WHEELER PHILLIPS Express GOOD GROCERIES Are like the Mythical horn of Plenty, but with much more substantial value. With a basket of our groceries weekly the average family is well provided for as far as eating is concerned. STILLINGS GROCERY CO. Agents Sonoma Express Company Press of f)e Sllnalp taniiarb Sebastopol

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