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

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(Eli? Myth of tlir fJJiHtlrtnr Many, many years ago there lived a very beautiful girl who was greatly favored by all the gods and goddesses. Her name was Mistletoe. Her home was near a wide-spreading forest. Here she lived with her mother, brother and sisters. Her mother was very cruel to her because she was so favored by the immortals. One day as Mistletoe was wandering in the forest, Venus, in the disguise of her lover, presented her with a wonderful necklace of pearls. When Mistletoe reached home and told her mother of the beautiful gift, the mother became very angry. She knew that this was another act of the lovely goddess. Poor little Mistletoe was driven from her home, never to return. In the lonely forest she was to make her living as best she could. She spent many weeks here with the flowers and birds. Finally she became very ill. She went about from tree to tree trying to find some food, but nothing seemed to benefit her. Too weak to wander farther, Mistletoe sat down under a tree. In a few moments she had fallen asleep. Diana found the child. As she lay peacefully sleeping beneath the big, sheltering oak, she was indeed a picture of loveliness. Her dress was of green, the color of the trees; her hair, long and black; her sandals were of bark which she had cut from the trees. She felt the divine presence and stirred. When she awoke she beheld the goddess. “O Goddess Diana,” she said, “I am too lonely and sick to live in this forest. Can you not help me?” “Dear little Mistletoe,” said Diana, death is upon you, but I will help you.” Saying this, she waved her hand. Mistletoe vanished. But up in the tree over head, grew a beautiful bupch of green leaves with white berries that looked like pearls. To this day the beautiful bunch of green leaves can be seen in the self-same tree under which Mistletoe fell asleep, and in everyone of its kind. Flora. By the side of the stream the flowers have bloomed Almost over night they have come; Not with clamor and shout, or festive song Or rattling of fife and drum, But without a whisper they spread themselves On the bright and shining earth; The final stroke of the Master’s brush, Was made with the flowers’ birth; Snapdragon, foxglove, azalea and rose, All radiant and gorgeous and bright, Gleam and glitter in magic array, In the wonderful ocean of light. H. B.

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reverence for this boy who had the moral strength to live up to his convictions. When the boys left, Dan smiled ruefully and then settled down to work. ‘‘Won’t it be a treat to see Dad’s face when I hand him back my allowances. Of course it’s not such jolly fun to sit up writing reports for the ‘Bulletin,’ but it’s worth it. Dear old Dad. I must drop him a line, it’s been so long since I have written. However, if I give the valedictory that will be a compensation. Anyway, I will drop him and auntie a postal.” The evening of commencement had arrived, and a hush of expectancy filled the hall as the chaplain announced, “As is customary in most educational institutions the student with the highest percentage in his conduct and studies is given the honor of delivering the valedictory. Dan Magrew has earned this honor by reason of his unexampled record.” As he arose to begin his oration, a thundering applause shook the building to its very foundation, but Dan saw only his father, and all through his speech his eyes were riveted on the approving countenance of Dad. His father sat tense and breathless as Dan delivered his valedictory, for it seemed but a dream to him, this surprise of all surprises. When the confident boyish voice finished there was a storm of applause such as the hall had never heard before. Ed proposed a yell and truly there was never a more hearty cheer than— “Dan’s no quitter—Rah, Rah, Rah for Dan Magrew.” After the closing address the fellows crowded around Dan and gave him such an ovation as had never before been given to a graduate. Dan begged to be allowed to leave, for despite all the honors heaped upon him, he was modest and shy. Immediately he went to his father and introduced him to the dean. The dean’s voice was somewhat choked as he said: “Mr. Magrew, I congratulate you on having the finest boy in the land. But Dan, looking at the beaming counteaince of his father interrupted: “Congratulate me, dear friend, on having the best Dad that ever was. As he said this he slipped a check into his father’s hand amounting to the whole of the last year’s allowance. “Father, forgive me for not writing oftener, but perhaps you would like a Samson 1 ractor I hen Ed led another yell, but it was not for Dan Magrew, but for “Dad” Magrew and Dan joined in with all the voice that he could muster at this moment when all his strength was dissolved in the mingled emotions of pride and gratitude and love for “Dad.” Erminie. 21

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HUitt) lni«t0, Not latjmteta “WAR WITH MEXICO.” “Another massacre on border line, twenty-six people killed by Villa ' “The United States Senate decides to send soldiers into Mexico to capture Villa.” Such were the startling headlines that appeared in our papers in February. At first Carranza made a show of friendship by saying that the American army might go a certain distance into Mexico. Later, however, he claimed they had no chance of catching Villa, as he had crossed out of the territory open to the Americans. Carranza forbade the United States from going a step farther. President Wilson and his Cabinet and legislators deliberated over this question very seriously, but finally they decided to enter Mexico, regardless of the protest. Carranza, upon hearing this, immediately raised a large army to drive back our forces and all the warring factions of Mexico joined to fight us. This made us realize that the matter was no child’s play. An expedition of twenty thousand men was sent out to capture Villa at all costs. They were high spirited and eager to show their mettle. In a few days they met an army of ten thousand Mexicans under Obregon, a lieutenant of Villa’s. How different from what they expected! The Mexicans reduced their number by fifteen hun¬ dred in two days and for a whole week their advance was entirely checked by this small force. Reinforcements had to be sent to save them from annihilation, but even then the guerilla methods of some of the semi-barbarous natives threatened dire results for our army. It was at this moment, when bullets and bayonets, cannon and shell, were showing themselves entirely inadequate, that the brains of the nations began working night and day to invent some way to counteract the success of this savage warfare of our opponents. In less than a month an eccentric scientist, Harold Smith, perfected a machine called a “Gravitation Nullifier.” Smith was appointed lieutenant under Brown and was given the best aeroplane in existence to use in operating his new invention. When a hostile army was sighted the aeroplane sailed over the whole length and sprinkled small metal balls by the handfuls. Then the Gravitation Nullifier sailed back and turned on the electrical generators. In a few moments a sur¬ prising thing happened—the opposing army, cannon, small arms, and every¬ thing else were floating around in the air so that any light gust of wind could blow them over trees or houses. The secret was that gravity is an electrical effect and that Smith had discovered a way to stop the electricity from flowing. The substance that finally accomplished this is “RADIATE,” a mineral that resembles pure silver. It was discovered near the north pole, where it is found only in small quantities. With this invention the A mericans quickly dispersed all opposition. When they thought they had won, however, they were alarmed by a report that the Mexicans had been secretly building a large navy and had just sent it out from Vera Cruz. The American navy, only a third as large, could not hope to be successful. Smith’s invention was called upon to dispel the advancing ships, but 23