Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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Ube SEQUOIA Class Prophecy .0 The Humboldt County Fair By T. B. H. 'o6. Full twenty years had passed away Since that eventful date: XVhen, gathered on the platform, NVe had learned our awful fate. And now the I-lumholdt County fair XVith portals open wide, Had welcomed in the motly crowd- The speilers barked outside. Then quickly I bethought me, To wend my steps that way To see my old-time classmates, And hear what they would say. And there upon a coal oil box, Wfithout the entrance wall, Bob Edmonston was speiling, And loudly he did bawl. Step right up here, young ladies, And see the wondrous sight. At half-past two the trained goldfish Are going to start a fight. ' So up stepped Mildred Farley, So dapper and so trim. She pushed aside the motley crowd And butted right straight in. The goldhsh started Fighting. It surely was a fright. They stood erect upon their tails, And struck with all their might.

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Glue SEQ UOIA dulcet strains of the performing orchestra tempted to trip the light fantastic were loud in their expressions of pleasure. During the term wondrous things had been happening in the chemistry lab. They always do. Raids-the nefarious practice of taking that which is not thine -were exciting, and, when successful, highly lucrative, hence they were often en- gineered. Accidents were frequent and amusing. John Locke, after his somewhat extensive experience with hydrogen explosions, became a really expert shot with a thistle tube, and succeeded in burying more than one in the ceiling above his desk. At Christmas time the chemistry class had its own Christmas tree-interesting and instructive. On the last Friday of the term they prepared a banquet in their basement home, to which a few privileged outsiders were invited. A table stretching the entire length of the lab., bore a simply indescribable assortment of viands. Retorts Hlled with steaming coffee, and evaporating dishes containing salads were the order of the day. It was truly a great event. Commencement night, '05, was a time of much excitement. Ingomar thea- ter, where the exercises were held, was packed to the doors. On the stage, the girls of '06 added their own charm to that of the flowers which they were engaged in arranging. In the auditorium, their masculine classmates expounded the merits of the Sequoia and effected its sale wherever possible. The 14th day of August, 1905, which marked the beginning of our Senior- ship, at length arrived. At the election of class officers, which presently was held in Room I, May Bennett was elected president, Grace Shaw, vice-president, and Harriet Welch, secretary and treasurer. Christmas week was one of social activity. All the High School did so- ciety and enjoyed itself immensely. As the year wore away, a list of the gradu- ating class was posted in Room I. This looked like progress, but when we were instructed to have our pictures taken for insertion in the Sequoia, it seemed as if Commencement were near, indeed. Such has been the history of the class which is the next to graduate. Its mem- bership has changed considerably. Some, finding the pace of a four-year course too strenuous, have been obliged to seek the hospitality of iO7. New faces from other schools have, from time to time, been .heartily welcomed into our midst. It is not without a feeling of sadness that we realize our High School days are draw- ing so swiftly to a close. We of ,O6 have gone through much in company and are bound together by a peculiar bond of sympathy. ' Realizing, however, that the time has come at last to bid farewell to our High School, we now entrust it to the tender mercies of our friends of ,07, and only hope that they will treat it with tlie consideration it deserves. ,O7, take good care of the lawn, be kind to our amiable janitor, and make it the aim of your life to see that your Alma Mater is well protected. In times past, that has been our duty. Hereafter, it is yours.

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67:2 SEQUOIA The superintendent stopped me And said, Herel pay your finefl I near dropped dead, when I beheld, That it was Harry Hine. His face shone up like radium, Beneath the electric light, His jacked cut extremely loose, His trousers very tight. The orchestra was playing A soft and soothing air. A lanky artist thumped the keys, He'd long and flowing hair. And it was Stephen Whipple, A master, now was he, For he composed the famous tune, Wl1o Stole the Bumble Bee? A tight-rope artist caught my gaze And it was johnny Locke. His foot slipped off the cable, And he fell down like a rock. Headlong, downward then he plunged So terribly through space. He landed on a handsome maid, Wlio stood with upturned face. The maid was Hattie-Fenwick, And he smote her on the chin. She opened up her mouth so wide He well-nigh tumbled in. A bunch of books beneath her arm, A peddler girl was she, They all were dropped she was so scared There were but twenty-three. And over in the corner A peanut vendor sat. Upon his back a rusty coat, Upon his head-a hat.