Cloverdale Union High School - Spectator Yearbook (Cloverdale, CA)

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MACPHERSON TYLER OSMON AHRENS JEFFRIES ROUX COOLEY EELLS OTIS DONALD UfoBltmnt (Hass I. Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the Freshman class of the present year. On the twenty-third of August in nineteen fifteen, Hardly a pupil but remembers how green Were the class of 1919. 2. We resolved at the first to climb to the top; And no upper classmen could give us the stop. From morning to noon, from noon to night, We worked with a will, with all our might. Though lessons were hard, and sometimes long, We conquered them all with laughter and song. The pranks that our classmates played us at first Were received with a smile, whether better or worse. Our friends, the Seniors, to commencement are coming; Their record is fine, but we ' re still in the running. And so, if we all will stay by the ship, In three years more from C. H. S. we will skip. G. V. C. LS

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VADON CONNER WARREN WIEDERSHEIM EELLS COFFEY KRUSE WISWELL McCRAY LUDWIG ojjljmttare GHass It would perhaps be impossible to find a class that is a more perfect living refutation of “The Despondency of the Sophomores’ than are we. We have so many delightful prospects in the near future that we cannot even force our¬ selves to put on the long face and gloomy mein that are supposed to belong to those who have reached their second year in high school. From the tops of our heads to our very toes, we fairly tingle with enthusiasm at the thought of our fine new school building and the share that we shall have in helping to build and furnish it. How we fairly want to shout for joy when we think of recitation rooms that are well lighted, scientifically ventilated and comfortably heated; that have pictures on the walls and growing flowers on convenient shelves. Then think, too, how we shall enjoy giving our class play on the fine stage of the new Assembly Hall! There are a thousand other things that this short space will not allow me to tell. Do you wonder, then, that we are happy and that we cheer so lustily for the loyal citizens of Cloverdale who are planning to give us all these grand things?

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Hij iFortmtr (Awarded First Prize.) As my Senior year in high school had been a strenuous one, vacation brought a very acceptable chance for recreation. My family was especially desirous for me to get out into the hills and do whatever I pleased in the way of taking life easy. Since fishing has always been a source of great enjoyment to me, I planned to take a trip of that nature. I was anxious lest all the trout should be taken from the streams before I could get a chance to try my skill, so my apparatus was packed and I was ready to accept the first opportunity of getting to a favorable trout hole. Consequently, when 1 heard of a chance of a ride to Cummisky creek, I did not delay. The gentleman was going to a neighboring town on business, and was glad to have my company as far as I wished to go. He would start early the next morning. That evening saw me busy rolling up blankets, buying bait, and ordering a good lunch put up in readiness for my departure. Having had previous experience I was sure to see that the cook at the hotel was tipped so as to make him able to measure my fisherman’s appetite correctly. When the package was handed to me I felt satisfied that all would be well, for even the newspaper in which it was wrapped seemed to be eager to tell me of some surprise hidden within it. We started from the hotel at seven o ' clock, and it was not much later that 1 bade my friend goodbye, assuring him that I would meet him at the same spot on the following evening. He wished me luck and, with good-natured chaffing concerning the size of my lunch box, drove away. The morning was fair and balmy, the kind that brings spring-fever to the working man in town but fills the angler with delight. Never have I seen the hills and dales as beautiful as they were then. The high peaks were cov¬ ered with sunshine; the valleys were a deep blue at a distance; the entire scene radiated peace and joyous life. I could have spent the day happily enough in just enjoying the varied aspects of Nature at that wonderful season of the year. But ambition was surging through my veins. I longed to catch some of the fish that I had heard about so often at the postoffice on summer evenings, —the kind that help to establish a reputation, if not of a fisherman, at least of a good fabricator. To that end, I started up creek and, after secreting my lunch box and blankets, began to try my luck. All the rest of that beautiful day I spent 16