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Show Hide text for 1917 volume ( OCR) Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1917 volume: “ 1917 AZALEA ANALY UNION HIGH SCHOOL SEBASTOPOL, CAUFORNIA ®o (iHiss fliregorg, toljo Ijas been our class abfrisor for four gears, foe, tlje Senior Class, in grateful recognition of tier foork, bo thankfully bebicate tljis issue of tlje salea Stable of (Sottients Literary (drawing) _ 8 “Blood Will Tell”_ 9 “The Desert Rat” _13 “Little Star Dreamer” (poem)_15 ‘Purple Cassius” _ 16 “The Lost Ship” (poem). 18 “An Old Manuscript” _19 “Reveries” (poem) _ 23 Seniors _ 24 Pictures _ 25 Class History __33 Class Prophecy __ 35 Class Will . 40 Analy Union High School (cut)__ 43 . Faculty Pictures _ 44 “Thanksgiving Tide” (poem) _ 46 Editorial _ 47 Our Gymnasium _ 49 School Notes _ 51 Athletics _ 55 “The Merchant of Venice”. 65 “Sylvia” - 66 Junior Class _ 68 Sophomore Class . 69 Freshmen Class _70 Class Notes _ 71 Horoscope _ 72 Alumni _ 74 Exchanges _ 78 “Kind Heart” (poem) _ 79 Joshes _ 80 Analy Snap-Shots _ 81 Advertising Section . 83 UTER RRY Jitil SMI (A true story) N the year 1850 Jasper O’Farrel, an Irish engineer who ( 3 ) came to California in the early 30’s, bought from an original grantor for a few cattle, a piece of land that now comprises almost all of western Sonoma county. “Jose,” said O’Farrel one morning to a tall, straight, black haired, black eyed young fellow who was smoking a cigarette and lazily sunning himself on the east side of an old adobe barn, “you and Pat get on your ponies and go to Fort Ross after that bunch of steers we took up there last fall. You better pack Old Baldy up with enough grub to last a week, because those steers will sure be wild and will round up like a pack of antelope.” Jose was twenty-one years old. His mother was a squaw, but his father was a Spanish gentleman, at one time a rich ranchero, who lost his fortune, and, incidentally, committed sucide when his big black failed by a nose length to beat out a little bay filly, on one of the numerous holiday festivals of early California. Jose’s heritage was a pair of silver spurs, taken in the sack of the Alhambra, a red silk scarf, and the ability to sit on anything on four legs. It was the latter that got him his job on the O’Farrel ranch. Pat, O’Farrel’s nephew, a mere boy, was an irresponsible, blue eyed, red haired, wiry little Irishman, the favorite of the ranch and neighborhood. “Yes, my friend, that was a very good throw, but it would be better if you would make your arm and wrist do more work; sit up straight and don’t sway so.” It was Jose who said this to his friend and protege, the young Pat, when the latter had at last, after about the thir¬ teenth attempt, successfully roped the Irishman. They were riding along in the little valley a few miles above what is now the town of Cazadero, where the Austin Creek ceases its tumb- ling, and travels in a leisurely dignified course for a few hun¬ dred yards. It was the middle of the afternoon on the first day of their trip after the cattle. “Regard me closely, Amigo, and I will show you how. Get a few paces further away. Ah! now that’s it; watch!” 9 Jose took his rawhide lariat from the horn of his saddle, whirled it twice around his head and with a dexterous twist o his wrist and forearm sent the snaky coils at Pat s head. I he rawhide rope uncannily uncoiled itself across the fifty foo space and settled squarely on Pat’s shoulders. Did you see how that—”, but Jose never finished the sentence. The drowsy little buckskin that the Irishman was riding, head-down and apparently half asleep, saw the rope, and remembering the hot iron that followed the choking cord, gave a cat-like Sphere was a crack, like a pistol report, and Patrick Calla¬ han was squirming on the ground with a broken neck. In an instant Jose had the limp form in Ins arms Oh, my friend, my friend, tell me you are not hurt; surely Jose could not hint his friend. Speak to me, please! please!” Two blue eyes opened and looked into two frightened black ones. “Quit your bawlin’, Joe; I’m a goner; neck snap¬ ped. What’s the difference? No good, anyway. Say, Joe, tell the boys I went prospectin’; they won’t believe you if you tell ’em the truth.” The last words were barely distinguish¬ able, and a minute later Pat was dead. Jose’s conscience said, “Confess, make a clean breast ot it,” but his Indian blood argued, “It will not bring Pat to life, and besides they might hang you for it and you are innocent. So Jose told Judge Jasper O’Farrel that Pat went prospecting. Judge Jasper O’Farrel called Pat forty Irish adjectives and said prospecting was a good occupation for such a worthless An excited cowboy broke into Jasper O’Farrel’s siesta. “Judge! Little Pat‘s dead, and what’s more, he’s been dead six weeks, and what’s more that low-living, black greaser you think so much of killed him. Honest, Judge, we found him in a ditch about thirty miles up the coast, half covered up with brush. We heard that old yellow hound bellowing, so we went down there and there he was. If that — half-breed doesn t swing, I’ll herd sheep.” “Hold on, son; there will be no lynching around here, not as long as I’m sheriff and judge of these diggings. If Jose is found guilty by a jury I’ll sentence him, but until then you keep your hands off, this is a law-abiding country, see? “Aw, shucks, Judge, you don’t have to have no trial for 10 a ornery half-breed; just string ’em up or drag ’em a bit, that’s all. Say, a bunch of us boys will do it, and you’ll never have to know what happened. Lemme get up a party, will you, Judge?” “No,” said O’Farrel, and there was no lynching party. The trial was held in the living room of Jasper O’Farrel’s ranch house. It was a long room, with a fireplace at one end, devoid of furniture, except a bare redwood table and a couple of rough benches. On the wall were two pair of buck horns, which supported a muzzle-loading rifle, and on one of the antlers hung a powder horn. A stout peg in the corner sup¬ ported a heavy saddle. Jose told the truth from the beginning to the end, but he told it in an Indian fashion. He was sullen and marose; he refused to look at the jurors, but kept his lowered eyes on Judge O’Farrel’s face. Seven jurors, including the prosecut¬ ing attorney, heard and doubted; one judge heard and believed. Seven jurors voted guilty of murder in the first degree. Judge O’Farrel personally knew the young man was inno¬ cent, yet the jury said “guilty.” There was nothing else for him to do. “Jose,” he said, trying to look sternly at the prisoner, “You will be hanged tomorrow morning at sunrise, on that big oak tree where we killed those coons. Sabe?” it was a different Jose that answered. He drew himself up to his six feet two inches and said: “Yes, Senor Judge Jasper, and how may I go to this tree?” “You may ride your Don Pedro unguarded, Jose, and you will not be watched tonight, either,” said Judge O’Farrel. Jose flashed him a smile which exposed a row of strong white teeth, and replied, “Thank you, Senor, you are a gentle¬ man like my father was. Good night,” and so saying, he de¬ liberately turned his back on the seven jurors and left the room. As the first gray streaks of dawn were climbing over Eng¬ lish Hill, Jose was at the old deformed oak tree, the first there. He was dressed in his gayest attire, with his red silk sash around his waist, and was singing some old Spanish love ballad that his father had taught him. Jasper O’Farrel was the last to come . He would have preferred to stay away altogether, but he thought the legality of the affair demanded his presence. Jose rode up to him, dismounted, and extended his hand. “Ah, Senor Judge,” he said, “I am glad you have come; you 11 have always been my friend. Here, I give you these to keep always, Senor,” and he handed O’Farrel his silver spurs. “My father’s father’s grandfather had them, Senor; they were taken from the heathens many years ago, my father told me. My ancestors were great men, Senor Judge.” “But—but, Jose,” said the old man, trying to make his face belie the mist in his eyes. “But, my boy, I sentenced you to be hanged. Why do you give me these?” “Yes, Judge Jasper, you sentenced me to death, but you did not believe me guilty. Those dogs,” he said, with a contemptous gesture of his hand, indicating the small group of men in the distance, “They said Guilty! What do they know of truth? You know I was innocent, Senor, but you could do nothing with them. Why do you put on that tiger look? It cannot fool me, and besides your eyes make it lie. Death is pleasing to me, Friend Jasper, when I know that you know I’m innocent.” Without saying a word, Judge O’Farrel accepted the prof¬ fered spurs, and then gazed intently away at some distant landscape. The first rays of sun lighted the morning heavens in the west. A brown bird twittered in a nearby bush, and a far-off quail whistled to its mate. Higher and higher climbed Old Sol, until finally his old bald head poked over the rim of Eng¬ lish Hill and looked disdainfully down at a quiet group of men and a gnarly old oak. “Adios, Senor Judge, you will see me again with my father and little Pat,” said Jose. But the Hon. Jasper O’Farrel’s retreating form had passed around a turn and out of hearing. A rope creaked over a rough oak limb. —Roy Williamson. 12 JWrt Rat MO knew where be came from or when he arrived in AM Bodxe ’ nor dld anyone care. After he had hung around L camp long enough to gain the sobriquet of Useless and to be grubstaked he set out in the search of the Great Mother Lodge. tt aft er day, with his two burros for his companions, Useless picked inquiringly at the dull rock surface, and many a time had the blood rushed to his head and his heart beat wildly when he dug out a rich shovelful of pay dirt, but the next shovelful would be barren, and the next, until he knew that was a touch of irony on the part of Nature. But when the blistering sun sank over the desert, leaving the great waste of sand and sage brush sharply defined in the clear air, and when the stars shone like huge candles, there arose a feeling of peace and happiness in the heart of Useless, and as lie fried his bacon he addressed his remarks to his .lacks, who always answered him in the affirmative by wrig¬ gling their ears. s Time passed, leaving little of its mark upon Useless ex¬ cept that he became a little more bent and more hopeful, until head SP ° ke ° f h ‘ m laughed and P oin ted to their For truly the desert had gripped him, gripped him with her tenacious hold, and while hating her and her merciless cruelty, tor ’tis only on her bosom can the strongest survive yet he loved her as his home, his as much as that of the wolf and the buzzard. Then one momentous day Bodie was stirred clear to her foundations, for the rumor had spread that Useless, the “Rat of the Desert,” had struck it rich on a huge vein of ore. Surely this was enough to startle any of the natives, for Useless had so long been deemed a harmless lunatic that the thought of him striking pay dirt was surprising. Then came another surprise. Useless and his grubstaker a local saloon man, had sold out to the Bodie Mining Co. for one hundred thousand dollars, and had set out to see the sights ot ban b rancisco and, as Useless expressed it, “to see what a tree looked like and where water wasn’t the color of coffee.” After they had nearly asphyxiated themselves by blowing 13 out the gas, and when they had gotten gloriously drunk seen all the sights that this cosmopolitan city could offer, Useless became lonesome and expressed a desire to see his relatives in Springfield, Connecticut, and he accordingly went with his old carpetbag, his high boots and his big sombrero, becoming an object of curiosity to the passengers on the trains in the East. , . . , In Springfield he found some nephews and nieces who looked upon him as a profitable investment, each trying to outdo the other in entertaining him. But he soon became tired of the fol-de-rols, for the stilt collars choked and chafted his neck, the tight-fitting shoes hurt his feet, and he was eternally letting slip some cuss word that made it rather confusing for the party. He could never eat without using his knife instead of his fork, and when it came to the soup he always made enough noise to drown the con¬ versation. The family at length despairingly left him to his own resources, and he soon found a beanery at the lower end of the city, to which he would go and gorge himself upon his favor¬ ite dish. As winter drew on the stuffy houses with their red-hot s+oves stifled and gagged him, the numerous people bothered him, the food choked him and the extravagance with water, for a quart of the precious fluid may mean your life on the desert, worried him. He wanted his old clothes, he wanted his jacks, and, Oh! he wanted the desert. A few days later he did not come down to breakfast, and one of his nieces, half comforted in the thought that he had passed away in the night, went up to find the cause. On enter¬ ing she found the bed unoccupied and her estimable uncle vanished. One morning there arrived in Bodie an old familiar figure who was joyfully hailed by the inhabitants. How good it was to be affectionately cussed and to be marched up to the bar, and have the bartender address him in the old familiar way. Useless again startled the natives of Bodie by giving to a San Francisco Orphan Asylum his entire fortune, retaining only enough to grubstake himself. Then one morning, as the heat waves were beginning to dance over the waste, there came down the lone trail a man and two burros, and disappeared in the sage. That was the last seen of Useless. 14 Perhaps a deadly sidewinder bit him, perhaps his jacks stampeded with his water; who knows? Only the desert, and she does not care to tell, but there is no doubt in the minds of idlers, as they discuss the matter, that Useless was drawn to his death, as the nail is to the magnet. Bodie has been in ashes for the last thirty years, and the mines are forgotten, but still in the seeking there is oftentimes more joy than in the reward. —Lee Walker. little jitar Jlratmcr Daddy says you’re a star on high, And you wander way up in the sky To guide the angels with your light So’s they won’t have a bit of fright To play in Heaven when it’s night. But I’m awful lonesome, little star, And when I gaze at you so far, So far away up in the blue, I can’t help thinking you’re lonesome, too. So don’t you think if you might try The Lord ’ud let you leave the sky To come on Earth and play with me?— ’Cause I’m jes’ sure we could agree. Hand in hand we’d walk the shore And be jes’ playmates evermore. And in my sand along the sea We could build a kingdom for you and me. And we’d let the other stars come, too, If they ’ud tell us really true Where all the little fairies grew, So’s we could get one for me and you— Or else perhaps we’d get us two. And when we got our kingdom thro’ There’d be the fairies, me and you, In a little home jes’ all our own Where the bestest breezes have always blown, Down beside the great deep sea, Jes’ the fairies, you and me. —Don Walker. purple (Easstus f HE color purple has always been a sign of royalty. The ancient kings of Tyre, Crete, Babalon and Egypt wore purple robes in triumphal processions after the return of a victorious raid. The kings of the middle ages wore pur¬ ple robes on state occasions and royal gatherings. There are probably very few mortals who have ever cared to hear an explanation of this, but every fairy knows the tale and keeps the secret well guarded, as it is not known outside of Fairy¬ land. Fairies are tiny transparent mystical figures that have been so formed by the magic wand of the Great Fairy Queen who rules and guards both mortals and spirits. The fairies are her helpers and followers. They do her bidding always obediently and are given upon the day they enter Fairyland twenty tiny golden tablets on which are written the rules and rites they are always to follow. Besides these tablets they are also given one of lead on which is written the reason why communication between mortals and fairies has been prohibit¬ ed. The tablet is named “Purple Cassius” and the engraving is done in purple. The story is as follows and was told to me by a small elf who had been banished by the great queen: There grew in the garden of the mother spirit many, many years ago, a beautiful purple flower called Purple Cassius. The juice of this, when squeezed upon any object, would in¬ stantly change it to that which it most desired to be. This flower was a favorite of the queen, as she loved it even more than the little white fairy kittens that played with the golden tassels on her throne. No other eyes but her own and those of Zad, the gardener, were allowed to gaze upon this precious herb. One day a terrible calamity fell upon this land of mystic sunshine and tinted flowers. The queen was visiting a distant province, trying to settle a dispute between a haughty dragon fly and a grumbling angleworm, which was caused because the latter did not attend to his own business and tried to make love to the other’s heart ' s desire. It also happened at full moon. Zad just slipped around the corner of a bushy hedge 16 to gossip with a moth who was carrying the latest news of everything that had happened. The result was that when he came back the purple flower was gone. Zad, being very foolish, as many of us are, thought the blame was his, so he ran away and hanged himself on the trailer of a sweet pea vine. As soon as the queen came home she called for Zad. All the servants knew the story and trembled in their little leaf shoes. “Where is Zad?” the queen asked; “tell him to bring to me my wishing flower, Purple Cassius.” “Ah! Greatest of queens, we have a sad story to tell you,” quoted one wee fellow, quivering from the little curl that stood straight up on his forehead to his tiny green-topped shoes, and he told what had happened. “Well said, little one,” she murmured, “you are a true fairy to come with the truth to your queen. I feel deeply moved that Zad was so foolish for he was a good servant and I trusted him. Now we must search for my flower, and if ever it is found, the thieves will pay dearly for it.” Then the search began. Every cobweb, bluebell and but¬ tercup threw open his doors to show that he had not committed the crime. Every elf and fairy dropped his work and sought everywhere for the missing flower. After many days of searching the queen called an assembly on the mossy campus where the white violets always bloom. Silence like that of midnight held all spellbound, for it had been whispered that the queen had at last found the cul¬ prits. Then she spoke. “You, one and all, have been faithful and have added honor to the fairy name. Perhaps every one of you know that another world exists besides our own. We often go there to help the mortals that inhabit it when they are in trouble. From now on all communication shall be shut off and I will set a pest upon their land, as they are the thieves of the Purple Cassius. “This pest shall be the flower itself. It will never be visible to the human eye and it shall cause the inhabitants of this other land to fight and kill. Hitherto everything the flower touched became purple, which is the favorite color of Fairyland. Henceforth everything will become that which is most hated by all spirits because it deceives the eyesight by its glimmering, and this is gold. ‘ ( Never will the purple color appear except when the genius of their wise are able to dissolve it in Agua Eegia. Then the original color will appear as a precipitate. I leave this as a reminder of the sin that will always hang over them. “Alas, the color is forever banished from this land of beauty, and the leaders of these mighty ones must wear robes of the sin at times of enjoyment.” The queen had spoken, and for ten days and nights there was feasting in Fairyland. —Ella Harbine. Upon the wind-swept shore, I watch the fisher child The while he carves his boat, With whistling wild. At last are shaped the hull, And seats for elfins’ ease; While from the mast its sails Flap to the breeze. Christened where ripples kiss The sands in quiet grace, His fairy ship rides proud With even pace. What joy and pride are his, Turning the hoisted sail To meet, with open hands, The rocking gale. But when its magic keel Glides far beyond his reach, He, leaving waves that smile, Mourns on the beach. I stroll the shore of Life. The hopes that sail wi l h dawn, Floating o’er unknown seas, Are ever gone! —Lawrence Dayton. 18 y JVn ©lb (iHamtscrtpf (Editor’s Note:—Some years ago an old battlefield was discovered at Tiefenau, near Berne. There were found num¬ erous objects made of iron, such as fragments of chariots, bits for horses, wheels, pieces of coats of mail, and arms of various sorts, including no less than one hundred swords. But the most interesting “find” was an old manuscript, which was •e discovered in a helmet of bronze. The following manuscript e. was written by a Roman trader who traveled with Julius Caesar on his conquest of Oaul.) 2V 3 the army came to a halt at the ninth hour in a plain r high up in the mountains of Helvetia, I left with my CT stock of wines upon my back and went across the plains and over the high hills to the north in search of consumers. As I was wending my way down the steep and rugged moun¬ tainside, I suddenly noted that the tangled forest thru which I had been walking had ended abruptly on the shore of a shining lake, as blue and as beautiful as the heavens above it, with the images of the snow-capped mountains reflected here and there upon its crystal surface. Engrossed in the beauty of the pic¬ ture, I clambered over a hillock and saw what was as unex¬ pected as it was unique, and one never before witnessed by man. Before me over the water was a village. There was a narrow bridge from the shore, extending some one hundred paces over the water to the platform of logs which rested on piles which had been sunk in the lake, and upon which the village, a mere collection of thatched huts, had been built. But my peace was short-lived. I looked up to behold two bone spears, one on either side of me, in the hands of two barbarians, whose faces had never been shaved, and whose hair completely covered their otherwise naked bodies. A blow on the head and I knew no more. I imagined several hours later that I was sitting on an iceberg on the summit of the Alps, and that it was very cold. I tried to reaso n with myself that this could not be, yet I felt such a cold wind blowing over me that I shivered. It was then that I recovered my consciousness. I tried to pierce the dark¬ ness that enveloped me, but could not. I put out my hand towards the ground and found it met with no resistance. The 19 inexplicable phenomenon that I was lying upon an object and yet could put my right hand thru it, troubled me not a little. Trying to rise, I found that I was securely tied. Afraid to move for fear that I would fall, I determined to lie where I was until morning. (The manuscript is untranslatable at this point. It ap¬ pears to concern his troubles during the night.) The day broke. How different was the aspect! In lieu of a deep, black hole on either side of me, there was a floor of small poles, which crossed each other at about one-third of a foot apart, but where I was lying, one of these had been brok¬ en, which explains the mystery of the abyss. The walls en¬ closing me were about three feet high and the room six feet square. In one corner of the room was a hole in the flooi through which I judged they put their fish basket which stood near it in the water. While this surveillance was in progress, I was working at the thongs which bound, and after an hour’s work was free. I went out on the platform and saw children tethered by chords of leather for fear they might fall in the water below them. But the most surprising fact was the ab¬ sence of visible men. But I could hear them yelling at the top of their voices. Then it dawned upon me that they were drunk—drunk with the wines I had carried with me to sell. I was a ruined man! I had lost all my property at the hands of these barbarians! But I didn’t remain longer, but ran over the bridge to land and set out towards the army. After traversing a great distance, I saw that I was lost. 1 wandered over hill and down dale, waded throu swamps and streams, suffered under the heat of the sun in the valleys, and shivered from cold on the snow-capped hills. A yell; a group of warriors announced that I was a prisoner. There was nothing to do but submit, altho I expostulated and used every language at my command, but in vain. They carried me to a small, but exceedingly dirty village. The people were dirty, the animals were dirty, the houses were dirty. The bodies of these savages were covered with a cake of soot and dirt which stuck to the oil on their bodies. In their hair this had hardened and appeared like a crust, or cap of black mortar. Over their shoulders they wore one skin and another around their waists. For ornaments they wore rings of iron, copper, ivory, or leather. Here and there were huts about four feet high, four¬ teen feet long and ten feet wide. Poles had been fastened into 20 CL, tr- O i the ground at both ends to furnish the support for the roof, a mat of bulrushes and flags, which were so closely fitted to- » gether that I believe the rain could not penetrate them. One end of the huts was left open, which disclosed the fact that they had few articles of furniture, other than their weapons, " consisting of bone spears, and a few cooking utensils, such as earthen pots. u But it was not my lot to enjoy the shelter of one of these f mansions. My captors hurried me to an old oak, the inside a of which had been hollowed out so that it was slightly larger than the room required by a human being. They rushed me ' - inside oi this, and secured me therein by passing thongs it around the trunk of the tree so that I was veritably a prisoner r tho not bound. d But hark! Misericorde! A rumble filled the air; the sky 3 , became overcast; the rain fell; the wind blew; the lightning s dazzled; the thunder deafened. n A crash, and the tree which had held me captive had e fallen headlong, broken many huts, frightened the natives, and ). left me free. p Free at last! What should I do? The natives decided e this for me. From every direction came human beings, man 1 . and woman, youth and maiden, boy and girl, each with his s ottering of gold or silver, bewildering me with their obse- n ciation, surprising me with their eagerness, almost smothering me in their haste, and, kneeling before me, they left such a t. mound of articles around me that some stray god might have d taken me for a mummy that had been buried in tumuli, d Selecting the most valuable jewels and gold ornaments, p I hastily left the village in the direction in which I thought g the army might be. I knew that the storm would prevent it from moving, so I quickly traversed as many miles as possible. But I had not been on the road long, when upon hearing a shout I turned and saw following me the whole savage host Not to be caught as I had been twice before, I dodged into the underbrush, and, still carrying my load with me, I endeavored to evade my tormentors. After wading thru several streams, and hiding my traces in every possible manner, I sat down to rest. Ecce! By Jove! The sound of moving feet! My cap- tors! Misericorde! What shall I do? I crawled under an old, half-rotten log, which offered protection on three sides 21 only. It was a safe hiding place when my pursuers were not looking at it. I waited, and my heart was palpitating with great velocity. The barbarians! There comes the chief with his long bone spear pointed at me. Ah! he sees me! His spear is poised! His arm is drawn back! Oh! I die the death of a dog! But hark! The chief falls! A javelin is in his side. The barbarians turn and run. What new and dreadful enemy is this. A moment later I know. They are scouts, picked by Caesar, who have been searching the country. How joyful was I that I could now return to the camp. After a short time we came in sight of the great “castra,” with the shields of the soldiers gleaming in the sun that was again shining in its original lustre. As we passed the gates great Caesar, himself, said to me with great kindness, “I’m glad my scouts found you. I thought that you were lost.” It’s no wonder all the army likes its imperator. He always takes an interest in their private affairs. We are to move camp in the morning, so there is no haste, but hold! an army is coming across the plains towards our camp and I must (Finis) Willard B. Akers. 22 i JRefrmes Have you ever searched and fathomed depths Of the mystery art called Dreams? Have you ever thought of life in another Way than which it seems? Have you ever stopped to dream a while As the busy hours fly? Or are you one of those who let The time go dragging by? When evening comes a’stealing in, And the hard day’s work is o’er, Just embark your thoughts for Dreamland And sail to Dreamland’s shore. For there you’ll find a restfulness That before has been unknown, And the best of all is what you find May be justly called your own. And when your barque is slowly drifting Near the wondrous shore, There’ll be revealed to you a life You’ve never found before. Just fathom out that dreamy art, And drifting far away, You’ll find that ere how hard the work You’ll face anew the day. —Don Walker. 23 Leland Howell Roy Williamson Edna Harbine Genie Harbine Harry Vier Ruth Leach Rowena Strout Neva Carrothers Nola Hazelton Mabel Hotle Reuben Hansen Eva Berry Claire Pfefferle Gladys Barnes Marion Blunden Freva Fellows Ernest Botts Hazel Sanford Cecil Pearce Dorothy King Ben Woodworth Julia McVean Helen Searby Max Steineke Viola Miller Emma Thole Hall Woodworth Ruth Humason Robert Miller Willard Akers Class Colors—Pink and Green Class Flower—Pink Rosebud 24 EDNA HARBINE I am glad she is so quiet LELAND HOWELL Does he not hold up his head, as it ivere, and strut in his gait? MISS GREGORY Class Advisor ROY WILLIAMSON A most reverent gentleman HALL WOODWORTH At odds with his own gravity EMMA THOLE You have a nimble wit MAX STEINEKE Oh! it is excellent. I have a giant’s strength VIOLA MILLER “Viola” — I’m all the daughters of my father’s house EVA BERRY And though she he hut little she is fierce MARIAN BLUNDEN I will roar, that it will do any man good to hear me CLAIRE PFEFFERLE She capers, she dances, she has eyes of youth GLADYS BARNES Her meek devotion poured a prayer NEVA CARROTHERS Why, sir, she ' s a good creature REUBEN HANSEN The man that hath no music in himself NOLA HAZELTON Why, look you, how you storm! MABEL I10TLE A day in April never came too sweet EUGENIA EAR BINE Quick to learn and wise to know HARRY VIER His words were sweetly placed and modestly directed ROW ENA 8 TROUT She mocks all her wooers out of suit RUTH LEACH In faith, her hair is of a good color FREFA FELLOWS In faith, lady, you have a merry heart ERNEST BOTTS Divinely tall and most divinely fair HAZEL SANFORD Pensive awhile she dreams awake CECIL PEARCE Seldom he smiles RUTH HU MASON I would rather sleep than talk ROBERT MILLER I almost die for food T may be true that “History repeats itself,” but that does -J) not necessarily mean that histories must repeat one another. Even a class history does not have to begin, “Four years ago,” in order to be true. The class of 1917 is now about to be graduated. In look¬ ing back over our high school days we realize that although we have had a hard struggle, we have earned some of the honors which we sought and have enjoyed every day here at Analy. In the fall of 1913, when our class first invaded Analy, we were strong in numbers if not in knowledge. There were sixty-nine of us, each determined to make our class as good a class as this school had even seen. It was during that first year of our high school life that “Blink” Williamson started liis marvelous athletic career by taking a “first place” in the spring track meet, winning honor for himself and recognition for the school. Of all the events of a busy Sophomore year one thing stands out most prominently in my memory. That is our “class stunt.” We cannot soon forget Ernest Botts as the blushing bride or Genie Harbine as the craven bridegroom. Harry Vier, the weeping mother, touched many hearts with ms grief, and Dorothy King won the admiration of many as the gallant Lochinvar. Under the leadership of May Ten Eyck we passed an 33 active Junior year. Williamson, our star athlete, won honors for us in both the fall and spring track meets. Again we were called upon to help entertain a large audience with a “stunt.” This time we had a cowboy “movie,” in which Hall Woodworth made a very picturesque cowboy lover for the charming cowgirl, Edna Harbine. Emma Thole, as an old Negro musician, caused much mirth. In the spring of the year the Juniors took the Seniors to the river and showed them the “time of their lives,” as many said. We ended a happy year by decorating the pretty amphitheatre for the out-of- doors graduation for the class of ’16. We entered wholeheartedly into the school activities during our Senior year. It is true we had lost our much loved president, May Ten Eyck, but we were soon made to forget our loss under the able leadership of Leland Howell. We are now nearing our graduation with high hopes for the future. We do feel a dull pang of regret at leaving Analy, but the only thing that really blights our happiness is the thought that of the sixty-nine of us who entered as Freshmen, only twenty-nine are left now that the final goal is in sight. To Miss Gregory, who has been our class advisor since we were Freshmen, we owe a great deal, and we are not likely to forget it soon. Rowena Strout, ’17. f ES, I was getting old and had quite decided that the time was at hand when I must settle down to an easy, peaceful life. California was to be the state in which I should spend my declining years. I arrived in San Francisco early one morning in May. Be¬ ing unable to find a taxi, I start¬ ed up Market street on foot. The first thing I did was to bump squarely into a person of goodly proportions, who, without even attempting to apologize, began to point wildly in the air and to cry excitedly, “There he goes! There he goes! ” I looked, of course, but saw nothing except a long yellow streak across the sky which quickly dis¬ appeared. “I don’t see anybody,” I said, disgust¬ edly, and , picking up my suitcase, I started to go, when I hap¬ pened to look into this person’s face. I was the most surprised individual you could imagine, for it was no other than my old friend, Neva Carrothers. Neva, however, didn’t seem to be even aware of my presence but kept staring open-mouthed into the sky. I was quite exasperated at her treatment of me and 35 taking her by the arm, I shook her, asking her what she could possibly be looking at up there. This seemed to sober her, and, ceasing to look into the sky, she told me briefly of the wonder¬ ful achievement of Cecil Pearce, whom she had been looking at. It seemed that Cecil had developed a most marvelous aircraft, one that would travel instantly from one place to another, no matter where nor how far. I asked Neva if it would not be possible for us to see Cecil and talk with him. She said that ordinarily it would be most difficult but that Cecil had given her a card that would admit her past the guard at his residence. That afternoon we went to see him. He said that he had been working at this great invention ever since the days when he took Physics, and told us quite frankly that his aircraft was based on the theory of the electro-magnet, first made so real to him during Lab days under the able direction of our patient and long-suffering teacher, Miss Robinson. As we sat there we talked of our young days and of the good old days of ’17. We wondered what each and every one from the old class was doing. “I have it!” Cecil cried sud¬ denly in so violent a way that Neva and I were both quite frightened. “We will,” he continued, “go by means of my air¬ craft to all corners of the earth and find out what all the old kids are doing.” Early the next morning we three climbed into this most wonderful creation, having decided to go east, first visiting the Rockies, then the middle states, etc. When we were ready to start, Cecil adjusted a small gauge to one of the highest and wildest parts of the Rockies. Whrrr! and we were at the place gauged by Cecil. Quite close to where we stopped we were amazed to see a grizzled old man, standing in the midst of a heap of scientific books and apparatus. He had one eye glued to the transit of a great surveying apparatus, and was gazing off across the mountains. This old man we recognized as Max Steineke. He seemed impatient at our interruption of his work and, without taking his eye from the transit, informed us that he was still hunting for an error in Crickett’s Trigo¬ nometry. We left Max and sailed down the fertile plains of the Mississippi, stopping at last at one of the largest and most wonderful farms I have ever seen. This, we were told, was the home and grounds of the famous Onion Queen, Juila McVean. We visited Julia and she proudly showed us over her farm. 36 Once Julia had to stop and speak very harshly to a thriftless gardener. We found this gardner to be no other than our old friend Harry Vier. After leaving the onion farm we sailed to Washington, D. C. While there we decided to take in the sights. First we visited the Senate, in which a lively debate was in progress. One of the women had been arguing with more than ordinary zest. This speaker turned out to be Edna Harbine, long famed for her arguments in American History. After leaving the Capitol we decided to visit the art gallery and view some of the pictures that were causing so much attention. On en¬ tering the main wing of the gallery we noticed that a great number of people were crowded around a certain picture. Upon inquiring we learned that it was the latest picture of the world’s most famous woman artist, Ruth Humason. Owing to the dense crowd we were unable to see Ruth’s picture, but from what we heard I judge it must have come up to her early standards at Analy. From Washington we went to Boston. While there we attended one of the large theatres. The first thing we saw was a young man who came dancing and prancing onto the stage, followed by a beavy of beautiful girls. Hall Wood- worth ! How he had changed! In his chorus we recognized other alumni of Analy in the persons of Eugenia Harbine and Freva Fellows. We then visited Vassar, the famous girls’ college. In one of the class rooms we found Helen Searby, patiently explaining to a large class the conjugation of some difficult French verbs. While Helen was teaching verbs, out¬ side under the window an energetic athletic teacher was taking a class of girls through a most strenuous exercise, ending up the exercises with spirited school yells. This very viva cious leader was no other than Oladys Barnes. From Vassar we went to New York. In New York we found a number of Analy’s class of ’17. As it was noon when we arrived we, being very hungry, stopped at the first res¬ taurant we could find. The restaurant was a very pretentious affair, but certainly fault could be found with the meal served. Cecil, naturally hard to please, called loudly for the head waiter. He came, bowing and smiling and with the smoothest of easy language, assured us that the dinner was just as it should be. By his persuasive manner we recognized Rov Williamson. After leaving the restaurant we were attracted by a large crowd. Pushing our way to the front, whom do you think we say? Viola Miller, and this is what she was saying, “Only 10c a jar. Ladies! Gentlemen! I def y you to produce a better, finer and smoother face cream for this price.” As she was saying this she was busily handing out small, hightly-colored jars of the mixture and taking in the dimes. We had read that morning of a fashion show given by members of New York’s society. Neva insisted that we visit it, much to our disgust, but we were afterwards more than glad that she had insisted. Two beautiful and wonderfully dressed society women had tied for first place. The two haughty ladies were no other than Eva Berry and Ruth Leach. Emma Thole, the fast famous woman athlete and basket¬ ball authority, had just finished her now widely read book on “How, When and Where to Play Basketball.” We saw and talked to her for a few minutes in New York’s largest gymnas¬ ium, for, through her efforts, New York’s women had gone wild over bas ketball. London was to be our next stop. Here we found the peo¬ ple mad over the most famous actress of the day—the second Sarah Bernhardt. This famous personage was Rowena Strout. During our stay in London she treated us royally and we were more than sorry to leave. Our next stop was Paris. This time it was Mabel ILotle, the world’s famous pianist, then touring Prance. From Paris we went to Panama. A great slide had just occurred and a large gang of workmen were at work excavat¬ ing. The “boss” was a large grizzled fellow, who shouted and raved around in a most vociferous manner. When this fellow saw us he came flying, and shaking us by the hand, he declared his joy at seeing us. It was our class president, Leland How¬ ell. I had always known that Leland would make a great leader some time. While we were talking to Leland a strange little man kept urrying and fussing around, scolding continually about the sailing hour of a certain steamer. Leland informed us that it was Reuben Hansen just starting on his famous mission of c eamng up Africa. For the past twenty years, it seemed, Keuben had been figuring out the number of germs in Africa armful to its population, and was now starting out, with a 38 whole retinue of helpers, to slay these harmful things. We are proud of your noble work, Reuben! In Mexico, the fascinating country of curiosities, we found Ben Woodworth. He was out on a most barren desert so ab¬ sorbed in studying a crazy bug with a microscope that he did not see us till we spoke to him. He informed us that he was looking for a bug; he had got the inspiration from Mr. Schna¬ bel way back in ’17, and this bug was no other than the long- lost specimen of the bow-legged centiped. We wished Ben success and inquired of him the nearest habitation, for we were again getting hungry. Ben directed us to a nearby ranch. At this ranch we obtained some wonderful eats. We were so pleased with them that we inquired concerning the cook. His name, they said, was Robert Miller, but he was at that moment constructing waffles and must not, under any circumstances, be disturbed. So, much to our disappoint¬ ment, we had to leave without seeing Rob. In Los Angeles we were amazed and grief-stricken at a most terrible tragedy enacted in that city the very morning of our arrival. It seems that Nola Hazelton, then demonstrator for the Franklin car, had been arrested by a cruel traffic cop, Ernest Botts, for running into and mercilessly crushing the spring hat of the well-known member of Los Angeles societv Hazel Sanford. We went back up the coast and stopped to visit old Analy. Among the members of the faculty we found Marian Blunden, the popular Domestic Science teacher. In front of the school was a large auto bus. At the wheel we recognized Claire Pfef- ferle. It seemed that the auto bus was employed in the trans¬ porting of large numbers of pupils from Freestone to Analy. Sadly we left old Analy. We had seen and visited all the members of the class of ’17. Neva returned to her home in Berkeley, Cecil to his work in San Francisco, and I settled down to the easy, peaceful life I had anticipated, perfectly content now that I know what all my old schoolmates were doing. Members of ’17, you have done well! —D. King. 39 the A. U. H. S. class of ’17 of the township of Sebas- dlJ topol, realizing that we are now to be sent forth into e cruel world, and knowing that we will no longer be shielded from danger by the kind and watchful faculty, and feeling that we will not be able to endure such hardships any length of time, deem it necessary to draw up this our last and only will and testament. To begin with, we, the far-famed Senior class, wish to will away our most valuable community property as follows: I. It is our fondest and most cherished wish that we be graduated with all possible pomp and splendor and that the expenses and debts incurred from such ostentation be charged to and paid by our parents. II. To the faculty as a whole we leave our sincere grati¬ tude for their kind attitude toward us. We also leave a dozen bottles of Soothem’s Nerve Tonic to soothe their shattered nerves and to help compose them in order that they may again be able to take up their daily routine after our departure. III. To the Juniors we leave our high and dignified con¬ dition and all sweet remembrances of us, hoping they will keep us fresh in their minds throughout Eternity. IV. To the Sophomores we willingly donate several ounces of common sense to be carefully dealt out in these hard times. V. To the Freshmen we leave some of our studiousness, so that they may grow up to be as wise and learned Seniors as we have been. Besides this we make the below stated bequests, individ¬ ually : I, Eva Berry, leave my perfectly good powder puff to be chained to the mirror in the girls’ cloakroom to be used by the public at large. I, Marian Blunden, leave my raucous voice to all the teachers who wish to make themselves heard in their classes. I, Gladys Barnes, leave my boisterous manner to little Freddie Anderson, to enable him to make enough noise to let it be known by those in the study hall that he is alive. I, iiirnest Botts, leave my cute little basketball suit to Mr. Schnabel to be used as a curtain, upon which he may show his scareyopticon views. I, Neva Carrothers, leave my record in economics to some future economist. I, Freva Fellows, leave my crabs about everything in general to the cooking class to be used in Wednesday menus. We, Reuben Hansen and Ben Woodworth, leave a fine Morroco bound volume of “Original and Practical Sugges¬ tions m Class Meetings” to Dorothy Kent. I, Leland Howell, leave my green flowered tie to dress up the bust of Shakespeare for assemblies. I, Ruth Humason, Analy’s champion tennis player, leave mv championship to Dano DeVecchi so that Dano will not have to practice so much, thereby he will have more time to study. I, Genie Harbine, leave my ravenous appetite to Pete Donnelly m order that he may grow enough to serve the army. My robust complexion I leave to Lillian McNab. I, Nola Hazelton, regret to say I have nothing to leave because I am taking everything with me. I, Edna Harbine, leave my popularity, including my po¬ sition as captain of the basketball team, along with my record as “Betty,” to Lorene Pride. I, Mabel Hotle, leave a fine collection of ‘ 1 snappy” stories to the Sophomore English class. I, Dorothy King, leave my baby doll ways, together with my coquettish manouevres, to Willeta. I, Ruth Leach, leave my brunette coloring to the fair Jerome Ames. . I, Viola Miller, bequeath my record of hiking to Louis Pur¬ ser, realizing that this is a good outlet for his surplus energy. Willard Akers, finding that I am about to leave this Jand ot torture, think it necessary to will away all my valu¬ ables, including my absolute denseness in regard to compre¬ hending languages, both foreign and domestic. This most cherished possession I leave to Clarence McKenzie. I, Robert Miller, dedicate to the Health Officers, one old 41 pipe to be used to fumigate the school after the next scarlet fever epidemic. I, Julia McVean, have profited enough by my thorough study of Gugology to be able to leave “Sleepy” Cummings several bottles of finely pickled worms, knowing his fondness for this relish. I, Claire Pfefferle, leave my cart to Ruby McGrew, wtih the understanding that the shafts are to be used in extending the shafts of Ruby’s cart sufficiently to keep her ferocious mustang out at a distance of 29.75 feet from the cart. I, Cecil Pearce, cheerfully donate my position as Josh Editor to Thomas Thomas, hoping he, with the use of his Ford, will be better able to chase up jokes than I have been. I, Hazel Sanford, leave my happy, noisy ways to “Red Top” Sheffer. I, Helen Searby, leave my trip to the Islands to the school to be used as a penmanship prize. I, Rowena Foie Strout, bequeath my ability to eat choco¬ lates in class to Laurence Dayton, believeing he will enjoy and profit by this accomplishment as much as I have done in days gone by. ' " I, Max Steineke, give my position as head of the Trig class and my knowledge of surveying, both in-good condition, to the highest bidder. I, Emma Thole, will to Mr. Van the silence in the study hall from 11:25 to 12:25 a. m., caused by my absence. I, “Blink” Williamson, donate, free of charge, all my medals to Don Walker to be used in plating the walls of his den. I, Hall Woodworth, leave my long lost “misplaced eye¬ brow” to the finder. I, Harry Vier, leave my dancing ability, wrapped in tissue paper and sealed with a “not-to-be-opened-before-Xmas” seal to the school board to be exhibited by some gifted students in our much-talked-of Gymnasium. It is our last request that this will be carried out complete¬ ly as stated. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hand and seal this twenty-fifth day of April, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and seventeen. Signed: The Class of ’17. Emma Thole, Marian Blunden, Executors. “Pete” Donnelly, “Bill” Barlow, “Walt” Carrothers, Witnesses. Analy Union High School Faculty Wqz arnlijj Mrs. Pulcifer Miss Gregory Miss Scotford Miss Robinson Mr. Schnabel Prof. Van Deventer Mr. Ames Miss Blum Miss Morrison Miss Northrup Mr. Elmquist Sfjanksgtfrmg ©he Let darkness gather nigh, No lamps be lit; The new-cut logs pile high, And sit With me in hearty cheer, Thanksgiving’s here. And when the shadows mute Play long ago, Bring in the cellar’s fruit That glow With soft and ruddy light, Thanksgiving night. Then while the pine logs wane To darker shade, Rear higher once again, And fade; Tell over as of yore, Thanksgiving lore. —Laurence E. Dayton. 40 STAFF Ediior-in-Chief Associate Editor Athletic Editor School Notes — Society and Clubs Assemblies and Trips Dramatics ... Art Editor ... Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Josh Editor - Manager ... RUTH CHURCHMAN ERNEST BOTTS HARRY BORBA DOROTHY KING - MABEL HOTLE EDNA HARB1NE RUTH HUMASON - LELAND HOWELL VIOLA MILLER CECIL PEARCE ROY WILLIAMSON FTER one year’s routine of study, relieved from its x " V monotony by the more exciting school gatherings, our L school has come to the end of the term. We are now 212 pupils, while last year we were only 172 strong. With this increased number we have a greater number of sujects, in- cieased classes for the girls in both cooking and sewing, a larg¬ er place for the boys’ manual training in the new building, a better place to play basketball, an improved track, and, in short, our school is bigger, better, more modern in its aspect than ever before. Our numerous lectures, assemblies and entertainments have been a great factor in school develop¬ ment. We believe that there is not a student who has not derived some benefit from the year’s work in this direction, either in his enlarged viewpoint from the presentation of the ideals of others, or in his learning to appear before the stu- vients in assembly. There is only one thing that dims the brightness of the past year, that we have had no debating team with which to compete with other schools. Debating is one of the most beneficial and useful high school subjects, and competition with other schools increases enthusiasm in that branch. We 47 have had no team this year, but let us hope that we make up for this in the successes of a next year’s team. In looking back over the year we see something which we wonder if other students have considered. We believe that the student is beginning to shift his responsibility onto the shoulders of the teacher. If a student is chairman of a com¬ mittee, manager of a team, or another school officer, he is only too willing to allow the teachers to plan and execute in¬ stead of suggesting. In grammar school we are taught to follow where our teacher leads us. In college we must stand on our own feet or we are as nothing. Then in high school there should be an intermediate step. Half of the high school students never go to college. When they are thrown on the world to make their own living they have no guiding teacher to follow. They must stand on their own feet, make their own plans, put them into execution. So high school is the place we must begin to think for ourselves. More than once we have seen that the students in charge of a committee, a team or any school activity, instead of doing his own work, helplessly lets his duties fall to the long-suffering advising teacher. We are not trying to stand on our own feet, to shoulder our own responsibility, to train ourselves for our responsibilities after we leave high school, but are content to helplessly drift, leaving our duties to be executed by our teachers. Let us do our own work and allow the teacher to suggest rather than execute our work! Perhaps this appears a trivial matter, unworthy of attention, and yet when one considers he will see it is not, for our studies are not and should not be all we learn in high school. Altogether, this year has been successful. In scholarship, athletics, school activities, we have done well. And last, but certainly not least, we wish to end by ex¬ tending the thanks of the staff to the advertisers, whose sup¬ port has made it possible for us to publish this paper. 48 3 B t B A ¥ m T is the nature of people to be never content with what they have, but that they must have something more, and v we are no exceptions, for we wish something which we have not. But perhaps this is not something which is useless, the product of discontent, but a real want, a genuine need. In the Analy Annual of nineteen twelve, our high school paper of five years ago, we find the suggestion that Analy have a gymnasium. Five years ago students realized this need, two years ago students, with the help of the teachers, started a fund which has grown to some hundred and eighty- four dollars. Perhaps not a very large sum, yet a beginning, and with our limited means, a great proof of our determina¬ tion that our cherished plans shall not fail. It is almost unnecessary to show how this building should be useful to us. Those who have been to our entertainments, our school assemblies, our receptions, basketball games, and all school gatherings where the pupils and parents come to¬ gether, will realize how very badly we need a gymnasium—a building where not only athletic training could be given, but a place where students and parents could congregate. The basketball teams must now endure the inconvenience of go¬ ing to the grammar school for their practices and real games. Our crowded study hall will give a good reason if one looks in during a school program. Our girls now have two sources of exercise—tennis and basketball. With a gymnasium they could have less strenuous exercise with our gymnasium ap¬ paratus. With lectures by good talkers the students and patrons, too, could come together for educational purposes not found in our text books. Our studies, the training of our minds to grasp higher things, the beginning of our life-long search for more knowl¬ edge are, perhaps, the greatest thing we gain from high school But of what use is this of we have not strong, healthy bodies with which to work? Good athletic training is very important in preserving the health of the high school student. We might go on to mention a thousand ways we could use this building, but if we consider it we can see the unbounded possibilities of a building of this sort. 49 We hope, when it is realized how very much in earnest we are, how much we truly need a gumnasium, it will be erected. We have tried to show our perseverance in raising the sum we now have. We want this gymnasium a great deal and we hope with all our heart that next year it may be begun. It hurt us to hear that our parents did not want a gymnasium. We wonder if they realize how very much we need this, and also how very little it would mean in taxes to each one when divided among the community. Our pep is not dead—not yet. We have been raising money for choral, for the Azalea, other events have taken up our time, so that this last part of the term we have not done as much toward gymnasium as we might have wished. But our enthusiasm is left and will burst out again and again until we have our much coveted gymnasium. We will not despair, but work until we have carried our plans to comple¬ tion, and even though denied financial help for a few years, we will do all in our power, firm in the belief that some day we will have a gymnasium. Proud indeed will we be when at last we see the beginning of a building that fulfils our hopes and dreams, and realize that our plans, our efforts, our work, has helped to accomplish a thing to be of so much benefit to all Analy in the years to come. 50 clmol Hotes (7Tr HE first social event of the school year was, quite natur- UL ally, the Freshman Reception. It was given on the night of September 29, in the Grammar School Annex, and was, without doubt, a great success. It was unusually well attended by members of all the classes. The decorations for the evening was as clever as they were original. Against an artistic background of greens, large and laughable kewpies were hung, provoking much mirth and fun. During the first part of the evening games were alter¬ nated with the dances, while the latter part of the evening was devoted entirely to dancing. At twelve o’clock, a tired, merry crowd trooped home, proclaiming it the time of their lives. Just before Christmas a number of our girls gave an in¬ formal dance for the Student Body and Alumni, then home for the holidays. The evening was a great success. On the evening of February 2, the Freshmen gave to the upper classmen a return reception, a reception of so gorgeous and successful a nature, that all eyes were opened wide with pleased astonishment. The hall, by the diligent efforts of the Freshmen, had been made into a bower of green and white. Clever programs had also been made by the Freshies. Games, led by Don Walker, were enjoyed between dances. The reception was most certainly a success. Freshmen, we’re proud of you! Circus Day at Analy , Analy has never lacked originality, but when it was an¬ nounced by artistic posters that she would, on March 29th, put before the public a full-fledged circus, there were no doubt many smiles and expressions such as “Show Me!” But, as many times before, Analy proved herself equal to big things. At the time set for the grand parade, a large crowd had assembled on Main street. They had not long to wait and were not disappointed. All gazed in rapt wonder at the trained animals, which included a most intelligent white horse and a highly educated giraffe. There were also Rough Riders, Clowns, Tramp Actors and people of many nationalities. The Hawaiians were especially wonderful and the band was never equaled when it came to noise. If the parade was a success, the circus held the next even¬ ing surpassed it. The many daring feats performed by man and beast would no doubt have brought forth applause from old circus men. The consessions on the Zone were also a great attraction. The Wild Man was beyond description and the Smallest Man in the World could hardly be seen without a microscope. Other interesting features were the Fortune Tellers, the Rocky Road to Dublin and the Slide. Refresh¬ ments were served from attractive booths. The profit from all of this amounted to $132.86, which is to be used to meet the ex¬ penses of the Azalea. Assemblies Rev. A. O. Amundson of the M. E. Church gave a very interesting talk on the “Real Little Things of Life,” at the first assembly of the year. The second assembly was enjoyed by every one. It was a debate on the Wilson and Hughes campaign. The debate was won by the Wilson advocates. On November 24, a trial was conducted by some of the pupils of the school, under the direction of Miss Scotford. It was the trial of the McMenamin vs. Anderson case. The suit was a breach of peace, instigated by the alleged throwing of ink by the defendant, Anderson, upon the hand of the plaintiff, McMenamin. Roy Williamson was the attorney for the defendant and Homer Thomas for the plaintiff. The judges decided that the defendant was not guilty. The trial was very cleverly worked out and proved to be one of the most enjoyable assemblies of the term. On December 22, all of the students assembled in the study hall to enjoy a Christmas party. The first part of the program consisted of the following: Selection by the or¬ chestra, reading by Freva Fellows, vocal solo by Fern Powell, piano duet by Kenneth Ross and Marvin Pitt, violin solo by Clifford Woodford, guitar solo by Freva Fellows, and another selection by the orchestra. The remainder of the time was spent in enjoying a Christmas tree, conducted by the students. An exchange gift plan was carried out and afforded a great deal of amusement. 52 January 20, an assembly was held by the Senior class. The program was as follows: song, “La Per jura,” by a mem¬ ber of the Senior girls, Hawaiian Legend told by Rowena Strout, piano duet by Viola Miller and Mabel Hotle, Fairy Tale told by Emma Thole, song, “Maria,” by Senior girls. A few weeks later Mr. Kern of Berkeley showed us some very interesting slides of the P.P.I.E. and San Diego Exposition. February 9, Dr. Bixby gave the pupils and teachers of Analy an instructive lecture on “The First Aid.” February 16, Mr. Beers, representative of the Macmillan Book Company, entertained the Student Body by nearly a half hour with interesting and comical stories. Afterward Mr. Schnabel showed us a few slides consisting of views of southern California, Yosemite and places of beauty around the bay. February 21, we were shown fifty slides of the Panama Canal. Mr. Van Deventer explained each picture thoroughly and in an interesting manner. The program for the student assembly, on March 2, was presented by the Junior class. The first number was a piano duet by Edith Ramsey and Ruth Churchman. This was fol¬ lowed by a skit entitled, “Uncle Sam’s Peace Party.” Roland Carrothers was a very good representation of Uncle Sam, and immigrants from every nation came to pay him their re¬ spects. It was very cleverly carried out. March 9, Father Sesnon of St. Sebastians Church enter¬ tained Analy by telling of the customs and scenes of southern Italy. Personal experiences made the talk more interesting. He also sang several folk songs, which were greatly enjoyed. On March 21, the Student Body assembled to enjoy a few Current Event slides. The following afternoon we were again entertained when shown some interesting slides of Central America. On March 23, Mr. Kern again returned to Analy, much to the delight of the students. He showed slides on Indoor Deco¬ ration of Home and School. Mr. Kern is a very interesting speaker and his pictures were of the best. These series of pictures proved of special interest to those girls taking the Home Study Course. April 4, the students of Analy assembled to hear a short talk by Mrs. McCorkle on “Patriotism.” April 6, Mr. Kern again visited Analy. This time he 53 brought with him a set of slides of Athletic and Play Festivals. Mr. Elmquist sang several songs, which are always enjoyed. James McMenamin, a former student of Analy, and now attending Stanford University, gave one of his enthusiastic talks on school spirit. Trips The U. S. History and Civics Classes, accompanied by Miss Scotford, journeyed to Santa Eosa one morning early in the term to attend court. They listened to the Jack London trial concerning water rights. This trip proved a most in¬ structive one. The Civics Class, later in the term, again attended court. There they heard foreigners taking naturalization papers. The trip was very helpful to the class in their work. The girls of the Domestic Art and Science Classes, ac¬ companied by Miss Morrison, visited the silk and flour mills at Petaluma. This trip was both pleasant and instructive. The German Club has, as usual been very active this year. Meetings have been held every two weeks throughout the year at the homes of the different members. Early in the term officers were elected, as follows: Ruth Lyons, president; Bertram Bower, vice president; Ruth Churchman, secretary. Second term officers were elected shortly after the holidays. They were: Elsie Sanborn, prsident; Willard Akers, vice president; Ruth Churchman, secretary. Among the many delightful gatherings of the club was the German Christmas party at the home of Elsie Sanborn. For the past four years Elsie has given the club a good old- fashioned German Christmass tree at Christmas time. This year there was more fun than usual. German games were played and German songs sung. At a late hour dainty refresh¬ ments were hung. • A Home Economics Club was organized this year, under the direction of Miss Morrison. Helen Searby was elected president and served throughout the year. We hope to hear more from this club, girls, next year. La Romeria has been meeting regularly this year, with an unusually large attendance. Many new songs have been learned by the members. 54 JVifykitcs (TTflLE good ship “Analy Athletics” has made port after yj, a successful ten months’ cruise, with plenty of steam in the boilers, the hatches filled with hard-earned victor¬ ies, and the crews all as hale and hearty as the day when port was cleared. The log book shows our enviable record and sets forth not only the deeds of the track team, but exploits the “spirit” of the basketball teams, the courage of the baseball team, and the dying struggles of the tennis trio. Viewing from the bridge, the voyage was a most successful one. All of the teams tasted of sweet victory, some to a greater extent than others, but in all the teams the element of fight was to be ob¬ served as the outstanding feature of the play. Especially is the work of the track team to be commended. The railbirds, those brilliants, who are far-seeing prophets at the figuring of field meets, couldn’t see Analy at all on the track this season. After the loss of Heintz, Varner and Purrington, regarded as the most dependable athletes in their events in either the S. N. S. or C. I. F. Leagues, our chances did look rather dubious. But the old “Analy Spirit” rapidly came to the fore after training started and the boys came through in great shape. The fall meet of the C. I. F. League was held on our oval. Analy was second with 39% points, being close to Santa Rosa, who had 48 points. This spring the boys got back into harness with a vim. The first meet was held at St. Helena under the auspices of the S. N. S. League. Healdsburg was first with 39% points, Vallejo second with 30 2-5 points, Analy third with 29 7-10 points. The spring meet of the C. I. F. was held at Santa Rosa. We were represented by a full team and succeeded in cap¬ turing second place and rubbing Ukiah so closely for first that they were verging on the entrance of the Ukiah Ay sl um from nervous prostration. The score was, Ukiah first, 40 1-3; Analy second, 31 1-3. Roy Williamson, that “blinking” star whose bright light has blazoned Analy’s heaven for four long short years, was as usual the “big” point winner of the year. “Blink,” the unbeatable, has come to be as great a figure, as unsurmount- able a hulk as the weight thrower from Santa Rosa, in his own class. There doesn ' t seem to be any one in the North Coast League who can run with “Blink,” or near him. They do well to keep him in sight. His events this year were the 440 yd., 880 yd. runs and the broad jump. At the fall meet on our oval he broke the league records in each of these events. The loss of Roy this year, for this is his last and greatest year, is a serious blow to the track team and basketball team. He could be counted upon for so many points at each meet, and in basketball always was the dependable Johnny to keep the ball away from the enemies’ basket. Not only is he great on track and in basketball, but he was equally great in class¬ room and among his fellow students. We, therefore, lose not only a king-pin athlete but a good student and a regular fellow in the graduating of “Blink.” Our great “ambish” was satisfied, however, while we still had Roy. In both the spring meets we finished ahead of Santa Rosa. After the perennial point-pillager Weeks was given the gate by league officials, Santa Rosa’s fighting spirit did not brodie and they were left stranded high and dry in both spring meets. The point winners of this year were:— Williamson, 46 V Barlow, 7 . Thomas, 1%. Heintz, 13 Ames, 7. Wadsworth, 1. Burns, 11 8-15. Foster, 3. Carrothers, %. Mobley, 7%. Haddocks, 2 Meyers, %. While the track team was weakened by last year’s gradu¬ ation, the baseball team was ruined. So said the r. b.’s, and maybe they were right . There wasn’t a veteran around whom a team could be built. From catcher right through to bench warmers the team had to be rebuilt from raw material. Harry Borba was elected manager, and with Leo Burns as first lieutenant, started in to take stock of the resources at hand and to conscript. Being kept out of the trenches by basketball until late in the spring, the team tackled Petaluma j op—winKier, uarroiners, Ames, maim, vviummsuu, muuie), muuw Bottom—Edgerton, Meyers, Heintz, Burns, Thomas Track Team Top—Winkler, Carrothers, Ames, Malm, Williamson, Mobley, Barlow Bottom—Edgerton, Meyers, Heintz, Burns, Thomas Tennis Team Arnett, Barlow, Anderson at Petaluma in the first C. I. F. League game. The game was played on a young cow pasture, overrun by ditches and barb¬ wire entanglements. We played Petaluma right off their feet, and though beaten 3 to 1, we taught them such respect that they were loath to repeat despite our coaxing. Our next campaign was at Tomales. With the wind blow¬ ing forty an hour, we taught the Tomales boys their place, upon the side of a hall, and carried off the fat end of a 17 to 2 score. Harry Barr pitched both battles and maneuvered with all the skill of an old-time moundsman, although he had never pitched before. After challenging unsuccessfully every high school team within traveling distance, we were forced to give up in despair. However, as we lose but one player this year, pros¬ pects are bright for a championship aggregation next year. With track weakened by a big loss, baseball should come back into its own as the leading sport of the school. Analy was represented in basketball by a fighting team. They worked constantly and faithfully and a team was built up that exhibited at all times a never-back-up spirit. Al¬ though they were nosed out in the first C. I. F. League game with Sonoma, they never lost confidence and their record for the season, while far from perfect, is one to be proud of. The team won six out of ten games played, and in each game the team preserved its reputation as a fighting bunch. The members of the team were Walker, Clark, Foster, Williamson, Carrothers, Anderson. The Midgets were to the fore again this year with a snap¬ py lightweight team that played clever basketball. They won two out of four “big games” played, besides winning innum¬ erable practice scuffles. The Midget organization has done much to keep the enthusiasm for basketball at the highest pitch, and next year we shall surely find several “Midgets” lined up with the “big” team. The following players composed the team: Anderson 59 and Arnett, forwards; Scott, center; Raulet and Thomas, guards. The girls turned out well for practice this year and a good team was organized. Five games were played, and un¬ fortunately the girls lost three of them. Those who played were Ruth Churchman, forward; Victoria Edgeworth,forward; Hazel Churchman, touch center; Edna Harbine and Freva Fel¬ lows, side centers; Edith Ramsey and Aileen Jack, guards. 60 Baseball Team Top—Malm, Barr Second Row—Vier, Walker, Purser, Burns, Borba mi. t i . Third Row—Anderson, Arnett Merchant of Venice” Cast ®lj t Merchant of Ilmtce NOTHER year! and the time for the eighth Skakespear- J ean play on our beautiful camps has arrived. Once (J again we are taken back to the scenes of the 16th cen¬ tury. Once again, on the 25th of May, the campus presents a spectacular view; the stage with its natural setting, the bright eostumes of the players, and the impatient, buzzing audience. What was the play? Why, it was “The Merchant of Venice,” that well known Shakespearean comedy. The large audience soon forgot the present and drifted back three hun¬ dred years, back to the time of Shylock, the cruel Jew, and Antonio, the kind merchant of Venice. The characters were so well portrayed that it was no effort for us to slip back with them into the past. The cast was largely composed of inexperienced players, this being their first Shakespearean play. We realized the dramatic ability of Mrs. Greene more than ever as we witnessed the success of the play. Miss Gregory and Miss Scotford assist¬ ed Mrs. Greene, and great credit is due them for this success. The Duke of Venice.Leland Howell The Prince of Morocco.Don Walker Prince of Arragon _ Earl Wohler Antonio_ Charles Meyers Bassanio _ Roland Carrothers Salanio __1._ Floyd Arnett Salerino ___Willard Akers Gratiano _ Clifford Woodford Salerio_Westwood Case Lorenzo _ Ray Wadsworth Shylock _ Lawrence Dayton Tubal _ Roy Williamson Old Gobbo _ Roy Williamson Launcelot _ Paul Raulet Balthazar _ Homer Thomas Leonards _ Clarence McKenzie Stephano _ Albert Martin Portia _ Ruth Churchman Nerissa _ Viola Miller Jessica _ Lillian McNab 65 HE Pastoral Operetta “Sylvia” was presented by the (II Choral Society on March 4th. The conscientious work of Mr. Elmquist, Miss Northrup, and Mrs. Pulcifer, to¬ gether with the interest taken by the students, made it a thor¬ ough success. The cast was as follows: Sir Bertram DeLacy, court poet ..Don Walker Prince of Tobbytum, man of consequence.Ray Wadsworth William, an honest farmer.Clifford Woodford Robin, a country lad __Earl Erickson Sylvia, betrothed to DeLacy__Fern Powell Betty, betrothed to William ..Edna Harbine Arabella ) Araminta) Ladies in waiting of the court. ... Madelyn Post, Margurite Bower Polly) Molly)Farmers’ daughters Dolly) _Helen Morford, Hilda Anderson and Freva Fellows Chorus,__Farm lads, farmers’ daughters and hay makers This two-act comedy takes place in a hay field. It is a scene placed in the 18th century. The court lady and the country maid have become tired of their lovers. The frivolous court lady suggests changing lovers for one day. The plan is carried out, but not without difficulties to their friends. In the end each decides that her own lover is the best. The harvest moon shines upon the final scene, and to do her honor, the hay makers, before going home, sing a song in her praise. Choral Society Junior Class Sophomore Class The Freshman Class (TTf HE graduating class of June, 1916, declared tliat all the (11 pep would be taken from Analy High when they left. They have gone their way, and our school still holds its high reputation. Individual class work has shown itself more prominently than ever, the Juniors taking the lead. The first semester Lee Walker was chosen their leader. The boys showed themselves valiant fighters, both in the interclass basketball games, car¬ rying off first place, and also winning second in interclass track. They had the largest representation of any class in the track, basketball and baseball teams. Fred Anderson was the champion tennis player. Edith Ramsey was the foremost of the Junior class in scholarship. Laurence Dayton is noted for his poetic genius. They made up half of the debating class, preparing to fight to win next year. The Sophomores stand second on the honor roll. Ray Wadsworth was president the first semester, followed by Hazel Churchman. The Sophs have made it dangerously uncomfortable for the Juniors in all the class contests. They won first place in the track meet. George Heintz, the coming famous miler; Denman Barlow and Leo Burns are three of our most note¬ worthy trackmen. Denman Barlow and Floyd Arnett are close rivals of Fred Anderson. They gave one of the best entertainments of the classes to the Student Body. Since Har¬ ry Borba has resigned from the editorship of “The Analy Student,” Hazel Churchman has faithfully conducted the affairs. The Freshies have made a brave struggle. They tried their best to beat the Seniors in the interclass basketball games and track meet. Harry Barr will develop into one of Analy’s best baseball pitchers. Winkler and many others will, in the near future, make good on the track if they keep constantly training. Homer Thomas has been the president and bright star of learning in his class. If he, Don Walker, Estella Sinclair and Kenneth Ross follow the fiery road of debating they will soon heap honors upon our school in that brain-racking science. 71 oroscope JUmratt W. Leland Barlow .... Charles Newell - - - Vice Gussie Wedehase - Eleanor Purrington - - Rena Bonham Marguerite Jewell Logan Smith Bright Street Char les Wiggins Ida Halberg Ernest Hansen Ray Johnson Blanche Moran Adelia Pavne Evelyn Sweetnam Harold Wiggins Bernard Wilkie Paul Woolsey Maude Barlow Iva Bryan Howard Clayton John Donnelly Lewis Johnson Rose Lowary Florence Maddocks Ruth Meeker Mamie Miller Hilmar Oehlman Class of 1910 Mrs. R. Allen Stenographer Navy Teaching Teaching At Home Class of 1911 Working- Teaching Mrs. Garrison Stenographer Mrs. Chandler Working Working Piano Tuner . Class of 1912 Attending U. C. Mrs. Breaks Ranching Deceased Teaching Attending U. C. Teaching Teaching Teaching Attending U. C. President President Secretary Treasurer New Hampshire Sebastopol Fresno Sebastopol Graton Stockton Graton Marysville Santa Rosa Calistoga Sebastopol San Francisco Hood River, Ore. Berkeley Sebastopol Auburn Merced Co. Berkeley Oak Grove Vine Hill Occidental Berkeley 74 Ethel Poe Mrs. Mars Healdsburg Marie Simpson Attending U. C. Berkeley Emma Street Teaching Goddard Dist. Tom Street Teaching Fresno Alma Swain Teaching Green Valley Helen Thor Teaching San Jose Gussie Wedehase Teaching Sebastopol Adele Williams Mrs. Geo. Ross Forestville Joe Williamson Attending Stanford Palo Alto Mable Barnes Class of 1913 Mrs. Leland Cooper San Francisco George Bertoli P. S. College San Francisco John Bertoli Attending U. C. Berkeley Grace Disher Teaching Marshall Dist. Harriet Fyfe Working San Francisco Ruth Hair Mrs. David Durst Susanville Amelia Hillard Stenographer San Francisco Orpha Kelly Mrs. L. Ames Sebastopol Anita Laton Attending U. C. Berkeley Gertrude Langlois At Home Auburn Ralph Langlois At Home Auburn Charles Newell Teacher of Music Sebastopol Grace Stillings At Home Sebastopol Irma Strout At Home Sebastopol Theo. Thomas Davis Farm Davis Ralph Wiggins Attending Normal San Jose Julia Walsh Working Santa Rosa Jessie Winkler At Home Graton Dee Winter Lucile Williamson Teaching Attending Stanford Palo Alto Pauline Van Vicel Mrs. L. Brown Hessel Carmen Blessing Class of 1914 Attending U. C. Berkeley Bertram Bower Teaching Mt. Olivet Ivy Burroughs At Home Sebastopol Dorothy Maddocks Mrs. Taplin St. Helena Margaret Patterson 75 Edna Ristau Lawrence Ristau Sylver Strout Minnie Wedge W. Leland Barlow Jessie L. Batchelor Albert Batton Lawrence Carrillo C. Walter Cole Una Dodenhoff Mildred Hillard Vernon Kent Anna R. Lunceford Martha Lowary Harriet Maddocks Rayma Murphy Florence Pfefferle Frances Purrington Lucille Scott Vincent Speers Elizabeth Hicks Charles Rogers Emilie Williamson Eva Williamson Joe Silveira James McMenamin Louise Barlow Lenore Smith Marjorie Sbatto Ruth Lyons John Heintz Raymond Wilson William Irwin Thomas Rauch Sarah McMenamin Mrs. Ray Johnson Ranching Stenographer Working Class of 1915 Ranching Working At Home Ranching P. S. College Mrs. Albert Westfall Mrs. Frank Fellers Working Working Attending Normal At Home Stenographer Teaching Attending Normal Attending Normal Attending Normal P. S. College At Home At Home Class of 1916 At Home Attending Stanford Attending U. C. Attending Normal P. G. Course At Home Naval Academy At Home At Home Marines P. Gr. Course Graton Merced Co. Sebastopol Los Angeles Sebastopol Santa Rosa Sebastopol Sebastopol San Francisco Hessel Sebastopol Los Angeles Sebastopol San Jose Graton Santa Rosa Sebastopol San Jose San Jose San Jose San Francisco Tomales Sebastopol Sebastopol Palo Alto Berkeley Fresno Sebastopol Graton Annapolis Santa Rosa Santa Rosa Sebastopol 76 Florence Eyan Fay Hawkins Cuthbert Malm Eobert Searby Wilbur Purrington Owen McManus Eugene Carrillo Carter Pbair Jessie Chinnock Harlen Varner Elsie Sanborn Merritt Jewell Georgia Swain Alfred Leland At Home Laramie Fores tville P. S. College San Francisco Eanching Sebastopol Davis Farm Davis Navy Attending Stanford Palo Alto Pacific Union College St. Helena At Home Sebastopol P. G. Course Sebastopol P. . S. College San Francisco Attending Normal San Jose P. G. Course Sebastopol 77 (7ff HE exchange department is a great benefit to the school book, as it keeps up a spirit of rivalry which cannot fai l to make the book come up to a higher standard. We have read and enjoyed every journal. Our school ex¬ changes have been made with the kindest of feeling and we hope to have the privilege of welcoming you each one again next year. “Ilex” Woodland High School, Woodland, Cal.: What a splendid book! We want to congratulate you especially on your very attractive cover, your paper and more than ordinary literary department. “The Gondolier,” Venice Union Polytechnic High School, Venice, Cal., Sept., 1916: You have a very good paper, but don’t you think some jokes and a more attractive cover would improve it? ”Napanee,” Napa High School, Napa, Cal.: Such an at¬ tractive book is the “Napanee”! Your book surely speaks loudly of school spirit. We especially enjoyed your jokes and we think the exchange section shows marked originality. “El Susurro,” Monterey Union High School, Monterey, Cal. : M e like your book, especially the stories, but we would advise a few more joshes and snap-shots to liven it up a bit. The Searchlight,” San Rafael High School, San Rafael, Cal.: Your book speaks well for your school, but your josh department is especially worthy of comment. We think it is too bad to spoil such a pretty cover with an ad on the back. “Spectator,” ' Cloverdale High School, Cloverdale, Cal.; You have a fine little book and the real photo part of the josh cut was an exceedingly clever idea. You are well supplied with poetry also. ‘‘Breath of Ocean,” Fort Bragg High School, Fort Bragg, Califorma: Your literary department is good and you also have ' some quite clever art cuts, but we would suggest a dif¬ ferent shape for your book and a few more jokes. “Sierra Vista,” Bret Harte Union High School, Angels, Cal.; We like your literary section, but we would advise a better grade of paper and a more extensive josh department 78 Jlarefaell! Kind spirit, though we part, Remembrances are dear. Sweet thoughts shall linger still Of moments here. Thy smile wrought joy for all; No tear could loiter nigh; Thy sighs found in return A kindred sigh. How willing e’er those hands! Though weary, yet they grieve Some toil at dusk undone They still must leave. With each day as a goal, Thou strove to reach its height. Happy at eve if wrong Had found its flight. And must we sever now? Thy smile gives parting pain. Alas, kind heart, farewell! We meet again. 79 Uastjes Sonnet to Chemistry In Analy’s halls three years I’ve watched fade, And many soothing subjects have I ta’en; Oft list’ning to the soft melodious strain Of English, while anon a glimmer strayed From Mathematics, through the hole that made A way for sunlight in the darkened pane; Yet naught in torture racked this growing brain, Till one dim load upon my soul was laid. Ah, Chemistry! how vain thy drudgery, How soaked with H-2-0 and acid thou! If it were not that college asked for thee, What joy to leave behind my burden now! Ev’n though the world about by thee were led, I only of them all would keep my head. —Lawrence Dayton. Bright Remarks by Clever People Miss Robinson: ‘ ‘ Coal grows all the way from Califor¬ nia to Alaska. Mildred: “Orpheus was the wife of Eurydice.” We Learned This in Biology Miss Robinson: “Clarence, name the bones of the cranium. ’ ’ Clarence: “The upper jaw and the lower jaw.” Missionary Zeal Student: “I wish to ask a question about a tragedy.” English Teacher: “Yes?” Student: “What is my grade?” Teacher: “Do you know Lincoln’s Gettysburg address?” Student (we won’t tell who): “Why, I thought he lived at the White House.” 80 lonasSn o ' Chickens chmrw ey 3rdVO Lovers Leap Frog hat hr a run ah out the braes ■ ■ Analy Snap-Shots !□□□[ KODAKS Eastman Films and Papers ATHLETIC GOODS Fine Stationery Toys Framed Pictures YOUR PICTURES NEATLY FRAMED AT MODERATE PRICES FILMS DEVELOPED EVERY DAY, ALL WORK GUARANTEED SATISFACTORY W. S. BORBA, The Stationer Sebastopol, Cal. THE STORE WITH THE YELLOW FRONT “CLOTHES” flj Don’t make the man, but they are a big factor in his success. To be well Dressed is to be recognized. Our clothes are the best and prices are consistent with quality. We know what clothes should be. B. D. LINDERMAN HOME OF HART SCHAFFNER MARX Couldn’t Be Bor’s McKenzie: “Are you all finished?” Peggy (writing of frogs in biology): Almost; I am on the brain. ’ ’ Permanent Residents Miss Robinson: “What birds are not migratory but permanent residents in this country?” Rueben H.: “Chickens.” Mr. Van Deventer, speaking to the assembly on thieves: “There are thieves in every school. They had them at U. C. I know, because I was there.” “Lord! What fools these mortals be.” (Shakespeare) - i f " i r i nnm 1 1—11 - n-» - 11 -ii-ii—ii-inn J R. S. CRAWFORD “THE GROCER” Bridgeford Planing Mill Doors, Windows, Mouldings, r Plate and Window Glass Beaver Boards, Store Fronts GENERAL MILL WORK Estimates Furnished Phone 122-W Sebastopol, Cal What is worth doing is worth J doing well, and will contribute largely to your success. Tony’s Bring your clothes troubles Tonsorial Parlor to and J Crystal Cleaning Dye AGENT FRENCH LAUNDRY : Works for work that pleases U. S. Hotel Bldg. Phone 49-J 117 Santa Rosa Ave. F. W. RUEBENACK TAILOR W F. FORE Cleaning, Dyeing and Repair¬ ing of Ladies’ and Gents’ TOBACCONIST Clothes Workmanship First-Class in Every Particular SEBASTOPOL : CALIF. n THE PRUDENTIAL. LIFE Phone No. 75W = INSURANCE COMPANY Paid an average of 637 death GEO. McFARLANE claims each business day Dealer in = in 1916 Choice Family Groceries 3 Billion 92 Million Dollars and Feed C. E. CLENCH, Jr. L-ii ji_ iar —JQi Sebastopol, Cal. L , -_-Jl □ □1-n—II-ii-ic—1 C. J. McBRIDE HARDWARE PLUMBING SHEET METAL Mr. Van Deventer (addressing Freshie English): “What three words are most used by high school students, Glenn?” Glenn W.: “I don’t know.” Mr. V.: “Correct.” Neva: “I can’t say I like your tooth paste.” Roland: “That’s shaving cream.” Sebastopol WHOLESALE AND RETAIL MARKET TELEPHONE 54 J HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS GET YOUR SUPPLIES AT Worth’s Drug Store BOOKS, STATIONERY SCHOOL SUPPLIES inni KING’S CANDY STORE Science Blink: “I’ll bet I can hit that grasshopper on the ear.” Charles M.: “I’ll bet I can hit him on the left tooth. ’ ’ Max S.: “I’ll bet I can hit him on the eyebrow.” Beauchamp: “I’ll bet I can hit him on the bounce.” Patriotism Geo. H.: “I’m going to aid my country by plant¬ ing beans.” Reuben H.: “You’re slow. Mr. Strider has har¬ vested one crop of alfalfla already and is now growing spinach.” Freddie: “I sleep like a log.” Hilda: “With a saw going through it.” 44 C. P. KANODE GUS THE BARBER” Bakery and Confectionery Next to Wells-Far go Express Tobacco, Soft Drings and Office Ice Cream POST OFFICE Graton California ]□□□[ !□□□! ANALY HIGH Diamond Brand Shoes are made of solid leather throughout When you need shoes, come to the SHOE HOUSE W. D. Cox ROYAL BAKERY sells The BEST Bread in Sebastopol H. V. JOYAUX FUNERAL DIRECTOR AND EMBALMER " Perfect Funeral Service” Office and Chapel Robinson Bldg., 108 Main St. PHONE 135 Henry Hess, Manager Telephone 80 HESS LUMBER CO. Dealer In Lumber and General Building Material, Shingles, Shakes, Posts, Pickets and Lath, Lime, Ce¬ ment, Brick, Building Paper, Terra-Cotta, Sewer Pope, Paper Roofing, Tanks Sebastopol California n i i - ii ir ]□□□[ I t .. . )r. -. l a r " : - ■ i nnn r- — i r-i i - - - i r - 1 EMMETT I. DONOHUE Attorney-at-Law Santa Rosa Bank Bldg. Santa Rosa, Cal. O’, where is Analy’s humor? O’, where are Analy’s wits? What is the matter with them? Why don’t they make some hits? O’, where are Analy’s funny men? Purser, Beauchamp and the like? They’re here until we want a joke And then they hike. Phone 29 DR. J. W. CLINE Cline Theater Building Santa Rosa Ray: “What’s your hurry, Bob?” Bob M.: “I’m trying to get something for Miss Robinson.” Ray: “How much are you asking for her?” Lee Walker (in Eng. Ill, after studying Bacon, Hazlitt and Lamb): “We have been studying essays of Bacon and Ham.” J. R. LEPPO Attorney-at-Law Phones—Office 12, Home 857 Santa Rosa, Cal -Pl= l on m - -ir-ir — h-» -ii -ii—ii— . nn m-— »ir—i i-11 C. E. HALLET GENERAL MERCHANDISE FEED AND GRAIN PHONE 7F4 GRATON, CAL. OSBORN COMPANY GENERAL MERCHANDISE Hay, Feed and Grain PRICES TO SUIT EVERY PURSE Graton California STILLETO BRAND CUTLERY AND TOOLS Weeks Hardware Co " " :□ [=□□ " " " ’ " —.l aaD L-:: " ' za n cTZ. :.ji z:3 W. D. Callahan R. E. Fredricks FREDRICKS CALLAHAN Plumbing and Electrical Work North Main Street Sebastopol, Cal. Madalyn Post, after being absent, asked Mr. Van Deventer for an excuse. Mr. V.: “What was the trouble, Madalyn?” M. P.: “I had to stay home to take care of my niece.” Mr. V.: “Are you the only child in your family?” M. P.: “Yes, sir.” He Sure Does Do It Philosophic Senior (to Frifilous Freshie): “Do you know ‘How Doth the Little Busy Bee?’ ” Wilbur (the Freshie): “No. but you bet your life I know he doth it.” Economics Wise saying from Mr. Schnabel: “If you don’t knead (need) bread, it will not rise.” Residence Phone 78-J Office Phone 51-J W. L. BENEPE General Drayage and Express earner’s Shoe Shop First Class Men’s and Boys ' Shoes and REPAIRING Sebastopol California 111 Main St. Sebastopol JDDDC 1DDQL M. VONSEN CO. Grain, Feed, Hay, Lime and Cement EVERYTHING IN POULTRY FEEDS PETALUMA. CAL. FORESTVILLE LIVERY AND AUTO SERVICE PICNIC PARTIES TAKEN BY AUTO ANYWHERE ON RUSSIAN RIVER FIRST-CLASS TURNOUTS FOR ALL OCCASIONS G. W. RUSSEL FORESTVILLE. 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(after Freddie’s oral composition on Long John): “Don’t you think that was rather short for Long John?” One of the twins (we don’t know which) was talk¬ ing on tigers. “The tiger is wilder, perhaps, than the cat because it is farther away from civilization.” The Gravenstein Hotel and Cafe First Class Service at Moderate Prices Parties and Banquets a Specialty CAMPBELL ROSE, Props. DDnnc Savings Bank of Santa Rosa General Banking Commercial — Savings Accounts of Business Firms, Farmers and Indi¬ viduals Carefully Handled. Most Modern Safe Deposit With Every Accommodation : : : : : Fourth St. and Exchange Ave. Santa Rosa, Cal. 20 S Fourth Street Telephone 734-R AMERICAN BAKERY P. Moore, Proprietor WHOLESALE AND RETAIL Branch at Rorebrough’s Grocery, Sebastopol Santa Rosa California THE SUGARIE ICE CREAM, PUNCHES, CHOCOLATES MIXED CANDIES 619 FOURTH STREET. SANTA ROSA. CAL. War Times Geo. H. (buying hash from the cooking class): “My plate is dirty.” Miss Morrison: “Sh-h, that’s your hash.” Miss Morrison (in cooking): “Where are the nuts?” Mary K.: “Over here, Miss Morrison.” 1DDDJL Why Trade at the Pearman Furniture Co.? Get our prices on sheets, pillow cases, quilts, blankets and table linen before buying. Aluminum, granite ware and dishes. In fact everything for the home can be bought at Pearman’s. A complete line of ranges and coal oil stoves at our place. Remember everything for the home can be bought at the lowest prices at Pear- man’s. PEARMAN FURNITURE CO. PHONE 136J ]□□□£ DR. GARDINER DENTAL SURGEON H onest ljonest WORK O PRICES MAKE OUR SUCCESS CONTINUOUS SANTA ROSA Over White House Some Strain Dorothy K.: “My, Mr. Van Deventer, don’t you find it awfully hard being good enough to be a teacher ?’ ’ Lawrence Dayton: “They say Westwood Case has the brain fever.” Reuben: ‘ ‘ Fat chance. ’ ’ KEEGAN BROS. " The sante price the notion over, SANTA ROSA ]□□□[ innui PROFESSIONAL CARDS Dr. Blackshaw W. J. Kerr, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Phones—Office 144 Residence 145 Dr. Lafayette J. Wilson Physician and Surgeon Office Hours—9-12 a. m. Sunday by Appointment Sebastopol. Charles E. Newell Teacher of Piano Sebastopol, Cal. W. E. Bixby Physician and Surgeon X-Ray, Modern Laboratory and Electrical Equipment Hours—10-12 a. m., 2-3 and 7-8 p. m. Phone 41 Sebastopol, Cal. Dr. J. P. Miller Physician and Surgeon Sanitarium and Office Phone 121-W 302 N. Main St. “And a Little Child Shall Lead Them (Us.)” One day Mr. Van Deventer went out surveying with two of the Trigonometry boys. Firstly, as the three passed Mr. Powell’s, Mr. Powell said: “Hello, boys;” what are you youngsters doing, experimenting?” Later (A vegetable peddler): “What are you boys doing, surveying the road?” and lastly, Irene Newcomb (who was standing in her front yard) said to the two boys very curiously: “Who is that kid over there?” Miss Robinson: “What is water?” Max S.: “A colorless liquid that turns black when you wash your hands in it.” Lillian: “Do you like eggs with brains?” Paul R.: “I didn’t know eggs had brains.” i i II -I I I I —i nnn i - 11—11 -11 n 0 ]□□□[ SILK-SON COMPANY DEALERS IN General Merchandise LOCAL AGENTS INSURANCE, REAL ESTATE, SUMMER HOME LOTS IN RUSSIAN RIVER TERRACE Forestville Branch The Analy Savings Bank OF SEBASTOPOL, CAL. COMMERCIAL SAVINGS FRANK A. BRUSH. President A. B. SWAIN. Cashier E. F. JEWELL. Asst. Cashier ROBT. CUNNINGHAM, Vice President H. B. FULLER, Asst, Cashier THOS. SILK, Asst. Cashier of Forestville Branch WESLEY SILK, agent Saturday Evening Post, Country Gentlemen, Ladies’ Home Journal, San Francisco Evening Call and Post, The Pacific Rural Press and The Women’s World Magazine. FORESTVILLE, CALIFORNIA 3DDOC THE FAIR Sebastopol’s Shopping Headquarters KELLY WOHLER 109-111 Santa Rosa Ave., Sebastopol, Cal. QUALITY AND PRICE GO HAND IN HAND AT STILLINGS GROCERY CO. “Quality Grocers” PHONE 45 DEPOT SHAVING PARLOR UNIVERSITY AND COLLEGE HAIR CUTTING VELVET SHAVE % LAUNDRY OFFICE Next door to Gravenstein Hotel C S. AMMON Telephone 474 JOHN HOOD CO. WATCHMAKERS, JEWELERS and ENGRAVERS The Finest of Watch, Clock and Jewelry Repairing 545 Fourth Street Santa Rosa, Cal. JAMES A. MORGAN makes our CLASSPINS and RINGS. Write him when you want Jewelry made 659 Phelan Bldg., S. F. innni DR. G. W. FAUGHT THERE’S NO GUESSWORK WHEN YOU BUY FROM US Our fifty years growth shows the faith of our customers DRY GOODS CLOTHING READY WEAR MILLINERY I I -—-I I — .l in in ' i nnn r " " " " 1 1 n - n-1 1 The World’s Work Requires Efficient Eyesight By having optical defects of the eyes, if any, corrected when young you may have the advantage of perfected eyes throughout your lifetime. If eyes bother, our free test will enable us to determine the cause and prescribe proper glasses. GLASSES WILL NOT BE RECOMMENDED UNLESS NEEDED LAWSON-RINNER OPTICAL CO. 355 Fourth St., Sant a Rosa In the Civics Class The subject under discussion in the Civics Class was coinage and the frequency of changing the design on American coins. Miss Scotford: “I know you have all seen the new dimes. How often may the design on dimes be changed ? ’ ’ All hands were raised and the students shouted in chorus: “Every twenty-five years.” Miss Scotford: “How often may buffalo quar¬ ters be changed?” Silence. Harry Borba (inspired): “Whenever the park commissioners see fit.” Max S.: “I used to take singing till I caught on to myself.” Sebastopol Steam Laundry MRS. J. TACHOUET, Prop. Laces, Lace Curtains, Blankets, Gloves and Ties Dry Cleaning SEBASTOPOL, CAL. WET WASH 50c innni Houts-Moulton Overland Co. DEALERS OVERLAND WILLYS KNIGHT FRANKLIN OVERLAND SERVICE STATION III MAIN STREET Phone Santa Rosa 801-R J. J. SUMMERFIELD, D. V. S. VETERINARY SURGEON Santa Rosa, Cal. Best equipped veterinary hospital in Northern California. Special attention to dogs and small animals. All calls promptly attended. ii- - n nnn r- - ir —i l » Lifelike—-Yet Lifeless A Photograph should be the concrete ex¬ pression of a person in the abstract. Though lifeless, it should be lifelike. That’s where our Portraits “make good.” See our special offer to graduates. Makers of Portraits that please. NELSON STUDIO Phone 615 -J 539 5th St., Santa Rosa, Cal. How soaked with H-2-0 and acid thou! If it were not that college asked for thee, What joy to leave behind my burden now! Ev’n though the world about by thee were led, 1 only of them all would keep my head. —Lawrence Dayton. Miss Scotford: “Do the Germans ever leave any¬ thing valuable behind them in the trenches?” Mr. Schnabel: “Not a drop.” The City of Santa Rosa EXCLUSIVE DRY GOODS, COAT AND SUIT HOUSE J. H. E1NHORN, Proprietor - i r— n -i nnn i- " :i n r - ' ■ inuni The Housewife will appreciate a “Flour” of “Standard Quality” AND BE ASSURED OF EXCELLENT RESULTS WE THEREFORE RECOMMEND “GOLDEN EAGLE” AND “GOLD COIN FLOUR” Golden Eagle Milling Co. PETALUMA, CALIF. Don Walker (having been complimented upon his successful manipulation of a horse trade): “But how do you know I got the better of the trade when you haven’t seen the horse I got!” “I saw the horse you had.” Zelda P. (caressing Shakespeare’s bust): “Looks just like me. Isn’t he cute!” LET US SUBMIT AN ORIGINAL DESIGN for your CLASS PINS and RINGS Write for our Catalog BASTIAN BROS. CO. 316 Basdan Bldg. Rochester, N. Y. 30D0C □□□□□ The First National Bank The Sebastopol Savings Bank (The Associated Banks) UNDER ONE MANAGEMENT Four Per Cent Interest Paid =!□□□£ H ir— i i—i f- m nn i . ir—11- . i i -1 1 “In the Sweet Bye and Bye” Roy W. (in assembly): “The Juniors will meet in room six and the Seniors will all meet above.” Not a Trifling Matter Willard: ‘ ‘ Do you think I stand on trifles ? ’ ’ Ernest B. glancing at his feet: “No!” All But the Dough Louis: “Were you ever in Greece?” Ray: “No! Do you think I’m a doughnut.” Mary (having a hard time with her drawing): “Oh, Dear!” Charles M.: “I’ll be there in a minute.” “FOR GOOD CLOTHES” Stylish Hats and up-to-date Furnishings Brooks Clothing Co. SANTA ROSA, CAL. Expert Tailor in Attendance Denude ]□□□[ Largest and Best Stock Dry Goods and Clothing CHAS. BURROUGHS CO. Used Singer Sewing Machines $5.00 up 3DODC 3 DDDC FOR GOOD AND COURTEOUS TREATMENT COME TO A. S. PHILLIPS BARBER SHOP High School Work Especially Solicited. Agents for Santa Rosa Pioneer Laundry. Baths at Any Time Sebastopol, Cal. Mr. Van Deventer (coming into history class. Class, by the way, discussing Socialism): Mr. Van Deventer (after listening for about twenty minutes): “What is this we’re discussing, Feudalism?” What’s the use of buying a canary bird for five dollars when Skinner will whistle for a penny. G. P. McNEAR CO. SELLS Hay - Grain - Flour - Feed The McNear name guarantees the product FEED McNEAR BRANDS G. P. MCNEAR CO. PETALUMA. CAL. ]□□□£ The Difference: A poet could take a worthless sheet of paper, write a poem on it and make it worth thousands of dollars. That ' s Genius. Our government can take an ounce and a quarter of gold and stamp it with an eagle and make it worth twenty dollars. That ' s Money. A mechanic can take material worth fifty dollars and make it into wheels worth a thousand dollars. That ' s Skill. A merchant can take an article worth fifty cents and sell it for a dollar. That ' s Business. The author of this can write a check for ninety thousand dollars, but it wouldn’t be worth a cent. That ' s Tough. There are automobile makers in this country who use four thousand pounds of material to build an automobile and they will tell you that this automobile will serve them with pleasure and economy. That’s Deceit. Everybody who is posted and wants the most for their money buys the Watkins Remedies. That’s Good Judgment. C. H. FELTES, Agent PHONE 531-J SANTA ROSA An Acrobat A young berry picker out West Made a bet be could sit on his chest. When he filled up his tray To the chests he did stray And sat on his own for a rest. —L. D. Our Drawing Class one morning were busily en¬ gaged in drawing cubes, and one pupil asked: “Miss Morrison, how large shall we make the cube?” “Make them life-sized,” replied Miss Morrison, innocently. Dorothy K.: “ George, have you finished your political outline?” Geo. J.: “Yes, as far as I am concerned.” i i ii -ii—i i .— l nnn i . " Tm ” ' T 3i——H Get a Business Education, at a Good Business College POSITIONS FOR EVERY GRADUATE And We Could Not Supply One-Half the Demand BIG BUSINESS IS LOOKING TO THE SANTA ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE for Help Business Men Know Us—They Know Our Graduates “Make Good” Any Young Man or Young Woman who will learn to figure ac¬ curately, to write a good business hand, to keep accounts cor¬ rectly, to write shorthand, to operate a typewriter, and who has our recommendation, can secure a good position and good salary. We have placed several graduates recntly at salaries ranging from $60 to $90 per month to start. It pays to attend a school with a reputation. The SANTA ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE “STANDS AT THE TOP” Its Text Books are used in Hundreds of Commercial Schools in the United States and Canada. Nearly 100,000 copies liave already been sold Now is the Time to Start College Opens Monday, September 3d Repairing Lawn Mowers and J. F. TRIGGS and Shears Mending CYCLERY Sharpened. of Sebastopol, Cal. Auto Tubes Every Vulcanized Kind 16c to 50c. Jim M.: “Yes, I wear this rubber band to keep my arm in place.” Dorothy K.: “Well, you’d better wear it all the time, then.” Never “I heard he kissed her in public.” “Did you ever!” Your friends can buy anything you can give them ---except your photograph CLENCH STUDIO SEBASTOPOL G. R. Harrison G. A. Harrison Sebastopol Furniture Co. Dealers in FURNITURE, CARPETS, LINOLEUM AND MATTING Opposite Electric Depot Sebastopol, Cal. JODOC 3 DDDC GAS CONSUMERS At the present time we are making sweeping con¬ cessions for NEW APPLIANCES as long as our stock bought last year lasts. BUY NOW and get the benefit. Call at our office or phone 86J. PACIFIC GAS ELECTRIC CO- SEBASTOPOL, CAL. A. P. MACGREGOR WATCHMAKER AND JEWELER Personal Attention Given to All Work 411 Fourth Street Santa Rosa, Cal. THE SANTA ROSA NORMAL SCHOOL Has prepared nearly seven successful examinations for teachers’ certificates. The next term will begin on Monday, August 6th, and continues until the Dec. examination. Tuition $12 per month. Usual school months payable month¬ ly. A. C. McMeans, Principal. (Send for Circular)Santa Rosa Wm. Rogers Co. CHOICE GROCERIES AND MERCHANDISE Molino, Cal. Central Meat Market W. W. LAWRENCE, Manager “The Tenderest Lamb And the Juciest Ham,” Dogs,” Etc. Sebastopol California lanaz You take no Risk when you serve your Country by subscribing to THE LIBERTY LOAN OF 1917 With our young men willing and anxious to offer their lives, the least we who stay at home can do is to lend our money for their support. You can lend your country $50 or more, thereby rend¬ ering a patriotic service—and your money will be safe. ACT NOW! THE TIME IS LIMITED THE ANALY SAVINGS BANK Sebastopol, Sonoma County, Calif. J. C. BENNETT E. F. O’LEARY Molino Nursery Funeral Director Dealer and grower of deciduous and cit¬ rus trees, palms, ornamentals and roses. Parlor 109 Bodega Avenue Phone 27 W Sebastopol, Cal. IF ITS A NEW BOOK you will find it at C. A. WRIGHT CO.. Inc. The largest Book and School Supply House in Northern California i.. ii—i i -i nnn r i r i . - i r ”
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