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

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HE class has become better and better each month, not pri¬ marily in school work, but in the personnel of the members. We entered high school in September, 1920, a small class, but as the months passed and we became Sopho¬ mores, other members joined us, and now we think that ours is the best class in school. Miss Alice Grace Yordi joined us in the latter part of the Freshman year, and so did Isabelle Murray. Merlyn Pearce and Yell Nobles were next, and then James Rutherford, Merlyn ' s cousin. Dicy Hurt is the most recent addition of all. It is hard to predict exactly what will happen in the future, but if Merlyn Pearce should become a satirist or a literary critic it would not surprise us much. No one would be astonished to hear that Isabelle Murray had risen to the literary field and is a genius at fiction. As for Alice Grace Yordi, about the only thing large enough for her to undertake would be the presidency of the United States. We all hope some day to buy our groceries at Nobles Gib¬ bons’ chain of corner groceries. Jim will provide our children with entertain¬ ment as the Hoot Gibson or the Bill Hart of the future. Dicy we expect will either be a wife or proprietor of a confectionery store, a dancer or manager of a telephone system. Jane Abetty will probably be the owner of the Kleiser Advertising Service, and divide her time between this and her hobbies, motor boating and radio; or else she will be the first woman race driver. Jane and Celia most likely will be stenographers or owners of farms and help to bring fame to Cloverdale, while Ben will be our corner druggist or the henpecked janitor of the high school. Famous Juniors There is a young lady named Alice Who bears not a bit of malice. Neither in Algebra tests Nor in English she rests, That bright young lady named Alice. [ 19 ]

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smiDPC ' ' Here ' s to the prettiest, Here ' s to the wittiest, Here ' s to the blithest of all that are blithe; Here ' s to some more of them, the whole twice four of them. Class without rival, ' teen twenty-three ” A Toast to You T IS utterly impossible for us Juniors to tell you how much we appreciate all that you have been to us, all that you have taught us this year. In Political Science your wonderful insight into the ideal government has been so great an inspiration to us that now we have hopes of taking part in the management of the United States, some day. We might even aspire to become members of the mighty international police force. All is due to your extensive and inextensive instruction while we had the privilege of being with you in the class. Physics is another class in which your superior knowledge has made us hurry to keep up with you. Your understanding of the fourth dimension always made us feel as though you belonged to some strange supernatural class of beings. Einstein himself will surely wonder at your deep insight. The wise counsel you lent us in our times of consternation, the kindly rebuke you gave to our many childish follies, all have been appreciated, and we promise you that whatever of these we have not returned to you, we shall faithfully pass on to the Juniors of next year. What can we do without you? You who have been as guiding stars to us these three years of our young life; as guiding stars that we fain would reach and touch; so near and yet so far, always a year beyond us. We are wondering just what the world will hold for you next year. Many joys and many pleasures, many successes and much praise, no doubt. But, in case some time you should be called freshmen and thought terribly green by those who have seen and learned more than you have in that larger school, just shed your conceit and go on rejoicing that you are not too wise to learn more. If it is ever cold and dreary out there in the big world and you feel a trifle lonesome, just remember that in dear old C. H. S. we love you still. Come home for a little visit and tell us all about your wonderful experiences; then go back again heartened and strong to the tasks that may be yours. [ 18 ]

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James is a fine, tall lad, Who is never the least bit sad. He can work very hard. But play is not barred From the lad who is always glad. I know a girl who ' s a grand athlete. With her no one can compete. With no help from kin, every game she did win. That illustrious girl ' s name Is plain — it ' s just Jane. Celia Smith is so modest and neat, She always endeavors to take a back seat; But she ' s always ready for fun When her work is done. Another girl ' s name is Hurt. We admit she is quite a flirt. In her lessons she gets by. If it does make her sigh. This cute Miss Dicy Hurt. Elbert, a lad of some height, Makes a very grand sight. In English he ' s as busy as a bee. And in his test he got 83 . Here ' s our second base, ' ' Yell Newell, Who wins our ball games for us. As business manager of the teams He ' s quite a marvel, it seems. Such a boy is Yell Newell Nobles. Merlyn, the dear lad, owns a Tin Can That will run along with the best; It has not fenders nor lights. Yet it has its rights To run on West Street. There is a girl who ' s name is Esther, Whom lessons always seem to pester; Yet she generally succeeds. So you can ' t best her. 120 ]