Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)
- Class of 1917
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Cable of Contents
Title Page I
Sequoia Park 3
Table of Contents 5
Dedication - 6
Faculty - 7
Faculty Pictures 8-l I
Mid-winter Class of l9l6 l2-l5
Senior Class of june, l9I7 I6-25
Honor Roll - 26
Literary - - 27-53
The Other Moon - 28-32
From Sam-Mule's Point of View 33-36
The Fiery Pit - 37-38
When Dreams Come True 39-40
Old Sandy, Man Hunter - 4I
Lucky Breaks a Vow - 42-43
When Billy Made it Fast - 44-45
The Mystery of the Lonesome Hills 46-47
The Teacher's Beau - 48
Mary jane's Experience - 49-50
How the Moon Lost Part of its Light 50
A Votress of Diana - 51-52
The Toll of Samoa Beach - 53
Staff and Pictures - 54-56
Editorial - 57-60
Progressive Democracy 57-58
A Banner Year 59
America First - 60
Student Body Officers and Pictures 61
Executive Committee - 62
Organizations - 63-69
Associated Students - 63
Executive Committee 63
Parent Teachers' Association 64
Estimating Committee 64
The Evergreen . 64
The So homore Bee 64
The Raizly Committee 65
Class Organizations - 66-69
Senior Classes A and B 66
junior Classes A and B 67
Sophomore Classes A and B 68
Freshmen Classes A and B 69
School Notes - 70-73
Track - 87-88
Girls' Basketball 9I-92
Boys' Basketball 93
Baseball - 94-95
jokes and Snap Shots 97-I I4
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JACOB L. NEIGHBOR-PRINCIPAL
Science ancl Mathematics
F. F. CANHAM
Woodwork and Mechanical Drawing
ESTELLE P. CARTER
French and Spanish
English ancl Cennan
E. D. MISNER
R. J. WELLS
Science and Mathematics
J. B. SANDERS
BESSIE M. SMITH
FREDA A. WENDTE
JAMES A. WESTCOTT
Science and Mathematics
B. F. BROWN
F. G. GOODENOW
JACOB L. NEIGHBOR, PRINCIPAL
EDITH MCGEORGE ELZAIDA HANSEN
F. G. GOODENOW JAMES A. WESTCOTT
KATHERINE ACHESON MYRTLE HELMER
ESTELLE P. CARTER CECILE CLARKE
E. D. MISNER BESSIE M. SMITH
J- B. SANDERS FRED F. CANHAM
B. F. BROWN EMMA WOODMAN
ELEANOR HENRY R. J. WELLS
FREDA A. WENDTE KATHERINE FIELDS
Che id-winter Class of 1916
They are gone. The twenty-one members of the second mid-winter
class of the E. ll. S-, left their Alma Mater on the evening of January 17, 1917.
As a class they are gone, forever. Each and everyone of them is striving to
fill the place in this universe designed for him, as he did in high school life.
The class was small in numbers, but they took an active part in our
school life. Among them were our former baseball, football and basketball
captains and other energetic members of the teams. They took with them a
number of point-winning football players. The debating trio lost one of its
most valuable members. Dramatic circles suffered heavily. In all phases of
school life their absence is felt. We can truthfully say we miss them-each
and every one.
We all must leave to pass on to higher institutions. XVe all must bid fare-
well to our high school days. Let us follow the example of this small class and
let us hope that when we pass through the portals of Eureka High School that
we may leave as lasting and favorable impression as did the Midwinter Class
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EVELYN JOYCE MAYO DAVIS
HELEN SMYTHE DENZIL WOOD
EUNICE SMITH CLARRISSA FOSTER
EMMA TORGESON CLARA JOHNSON
FRED DAVIS FLORENCE GIBBS
ELLA SOULES DOROTHY NESMAN
ALMA IANCDON DOROTHY HEASMAN
DOROTHY CROW JOE BARKDULL
GRACE SCHULZE GRACE CONNICK
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Che Senior Class of june, 1917
gQ?5is33vs -'f-.- ,in I T is with the deepest regret that we watch one of the most successful
r r , classes in tl1e history of the school depart from our midst. They
leave a void that is ver difficult to fill, that, in fact, can never be
When the midsummer class of 1917 goes out, it takes a great
number of students who have been prominent in all the activities
of the schoolg athletics, debating, dramatics. Four of the members of our last
tennis team, which won the championship of the county, belonged to the Senior
class. Two of the strongest members of our debating team leave with this class.
The leading roles of our last play, said to have been the most successful ever
produced by the high school, were taken by members of this class. VVe were
enabled to win the football and baseball championship of the county with the
help of members of this class who have now played their last game for old
E. H. S.
But, while we will surely miss these friends of ours in our school life,
and believe that they will miss us and the E H. S., they have learned to love
so Well, we wish them all manner of success in the bigger, wider life that opens
out for them. The ability that they have shown here in school will surely make
itself felt in the outside world. We know that they will do things, and big
things, in the world as they have done them in school,-fairly, squarely, and wellg
and our best wishes go with them.
Candidates for Graduation
ADA CAROLINA ANDERSON RAE C. MCLAREN
MAY EMELIA BARRDULL MARGARET ALBERTA MELLER
ELSA BOHMANSSON DONALD BAKER MCMILLAN
ELDRED I. BOSLEY ELIZABETH MCMILLAN
MARY F. BURLAGA ALBERT NELSON
CATHERINE ELAINE CARBRAY FRANCES O'DONNELL
WINIERED CAVE MINNIE JOCELYN BETTY
ZELDA COPELAND MINNIE M. PETERSON
DEWEY G, DANIELSON ALICE M. RACER
DOROTHY ELEANOR DREW ARDUS B. RECKART
L. ARGYLE DESMOND CAROLYNE A. REW
STEDMAN O. FALK RUTH D. ROBERTS
RUTH GERREY HELEN M ROSCOE
HELEN M. HAMANN GURNEY C. SANDERS
ROBERT PAYNE HAUCHEY MELVIN SANDERS
IVYE GERTRUDE HITCHCOCK KENNETH D. SEVIER
JENNIE MONROE KANE HELEN L, SHAW
MARY H. KRUPKA MABEL MARGARET SWITHENBANR
DONALD LAMBERT MAUDE E. UNGER
LEON M. LOEWENTHAL ESTHER WAHANDER
FRANCIS EUGENE MAHAN JOHN H. WAHL
GEORGE S. WINZLER
DOROTHY DREW IENNIE KANE
RAE McL.AREN STEDMAN FALK
MABEL SWITHENBANK MINNIE PETERSON
FRANCES O'DONNEL MELVIN SANDERS
IVYE HITCHCOCK MAY BARKDULL
MAUD UNGER ALBERT NELSON
ELSA BOHMANSSON JOHN WAHL
DONALD LAMBERT WINIFRED CAVE
ELIZABETH McMlLLAN KFNNETH SEVEIR
EARL M. MATHESON ZELDA COPELAND
MINNIE PETTY DEWEY DANIELSON
ROBERT HAUGHEY HELEN HAMANN
HELEN SHAW MARGARET MELLER
LEON LOEWENTHAL DONALD McMILLAN
ESTHER WAHANDER ARDUS RECKART
HELEN ROSCOE GURNEY SANDERS
ELDRED BOSLEY MARY KRUPKA
MARY BURLAGA GEORGE WINZLER
RUTH GERKEY RUTH ROBERTS
FRANCIS MAHAN ALICE RACER ARGYL DESMOND
ELAINE CARBRAY ADA ANDERSON
Honor Roll, l9l6 - l9l7
Eureka High School has her brilliant pupils and she thinks they deserve
praise for their work- During the first four sections of this semester there
have been fifty students with three of four first section grades. The following
secured l'S :
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Che Qtber Moon
CSC11lOI' Honor Story.j
By Rae McLaren, 'l7.
' - 55, ', HE "Light ?" Oh yes, there is a story connected with it-a tragedy
l with poor llrant taking the leading part and John Paston substi-
,my tuting in the role of Fate.
ffcilk john Paston was old and eccentric when he ordered the im-
mfa . mense flaring globe suspended over the great Paston Building.
Most of the inhabitants of the Big City of the Valley thought so
when they smiled up at the powerful arc, whose tremendous reflectors cast a
trail of light far out over the City and into the silent country night. Some
people took pains to say so, at every opportunity, for months after its con-
struction. But in spite of what people thought or said, the "Light" still watched
thru each night, and old Paston, further to show his scorn of public opinion,
included an entire clause in his will which provided that after his death his
great eecentricity should live on. The citizens, finding that they were doomed
to sleep indefinitely under its bright eye, gradually composed themselves to
Perhaps, too, as the years went on the "Light" became an indirect worker
of philanthropy. The simple lonely folk, scattered in still farm-houses for miles
and miles about the Valley City, looked for it during the dreary evening and
absorbed from its rays a small but comfortable bit of companionship. Even the
rough sheep-men. far up the mountains to the south, learned on clear nights, to
single it out from among the low stars and to call it the "Light"
So John Paston's "Light" shone on, and the sons and daughters of the
City slept under it, and those without the pale yearned toward it, thru many
years. VVhich was all as it should be.
lint Fate's trick-box has numerous tricks-and thereon hangs the tale,--
the tragedy to be more exact.
All of that blue spring morning the powerful twelve cylinder automobile
had labored up the steep mountain ascent. And when finally with rytlunic pants
it nosed its way over the last hard climb and began to purr along the level white
road, which wound into the heart of the ranch-land on the mountain's top, the
exhausted chauffeur softly swore a little oath of relief, and in the tonneau one
of the two young men-the red-headed one-threw away a good half of his last
cigar and stretched himself lazily. The other maintained a sightless stare ahead.
Encased in blankets and fur-lined coat, his face alone was distinguishable.
lt was grayishly white. Around its eyes hung the dark shadows of weeks of
pain. It was a face which had died.
The sun was almost directly overhead when the big car stopped before a
small, dusty ranch-house near the road. A narrow and low porch ran the full
length of the front. On the porch a bearded man in blue jeans looked a moment
and then came leisurely down the steps and toward the automobile.
The chauffeur opened the door of the tonneau, and the red-headed young
man leaped actively out. He met the big rancher in blue jeans with a warmly
"My name's Spurryf' he began. "And you're the man 1've been corre-
sponding with, aren't you ?"
The other smiled.
'Tm Al Furst," he agreed.
"Good! Now, Furst"-and young Mr. Spurry drew his new acquaint-
ance out of earshot of the automobile. "Now Furst, you know what I'm here
for if it if Your man's in the automobile there X bk 't ek. Remember he's just
recovering from a complete break-down. He's discouraged. He thinks of
nothing but his lost fortune. All he needs is fresh air and simple life-and-
and-hope. Yes, above all, hope, Furst, hope!"
"Well," said Furst stroking his iron-grey beard thoughtfully. "That's a
pretty big contract. But if these here mountains of Gawd almighty's can't fill
it, I reckon it can't be done!"
"They'll turn the trick! You bet, they will!" Spurry broke in. "Now
come and shake hands with Mr. Stanton Brant, your charge for the next month l"
So Stanton Brant was introduced to the mountains, and strangely enough,
bit by bit, began to live again. His eyes began to liven. His face took on some
slight degree of animation. New blood flowed thru his entire body. After the
first week, he beganeto grow restless. In a few days, blankets and cushioned
chair were deserted. Brant took feeble steps about the house and porch. He
uttered occasional connected sentences. He even smiled once, during that first
week, at one of Furst's droll jokes. Altogether it was a weird sight, almost
like beholding a stiffened corpse gradually take a new lease on life.
But Furst watched the operation with consideration. It was only a matter
of a few days before he found himself taking a human, and then, a fatherly
interest in the man who was climbing back out of the grave. The many years
of solitude had not stifled the yearning of the old man for companionship. He
had longed for it almost unconsciously. Now, involuntarily, Brant was filling
the vacancy. As hours rolled by, the kindly old rancher and the silent young
man drew closer and closer together, the passing days tightened the bond, and
the quiet of the starry mountain nights stamped the whole with its seal of
As the evenings grew longer and warmer, Brant would sit for hours at a
time upon the porch, beside Furst. And while his companion sucked at his pipe,
the younger man would dreamily watch the smoke rings until it grew too dark
to see. Then the two would converse softly and in broken sentences-each few
words broken by long silences.
One clear night when the moon was hid and the stars had dropped nearer
the mountains than ever before, Furst repeated the history of eccentric John
30 THE SEQUOIA
Paston and his famous "Light" Brant had heard the story many times, but
nevertheless he listened with interest to Furst's rendition.
"It's a land light-house, boy, that's what it is," he ended. "And, you
know, sometimes I think it does just as much good."
For a short minute his eyes scanned the northern sky. Then he pointed
out the "Light"-hanging low over the horizon,-like a lost star.
"That's it, son. Do you see it ?"
"Yes," replied the other and was silent.
Many times during the rest of that evening his eyes sought out the
"Light" and his face relaxed.
The rancher noted with wonder, on following nights, that often when he
addressed a question to Brant, he received no answer 3 because the young man's
dreaming gaze was fixed on the "Light," But F urst noted with greater wonder
that after that evening Brant's recuperation went forward in great bounds- His
face soon lost its deathly pallor and took on a slight red-tan. He vibrated with
activity. During the day, he walked continually. Some nights he persuaded the
old man to walk with him to the great precipice-the famous "Edge"-which
but a short distance from the ranch house, hung over the great valley, and looked
toward the "Light"
There one night while the two lay on the grass and looked out over the
valley, with his eyes fixed lovingly on the "Light," Brant opened his heart to
"Al, I love that "Light!" I love it!"
"So do I, lad."
"Not the way I do, though, Al. I love it because it taught me the great-
est lesson a man can learn if tl' 'l' the lesson of lessons 'l' "' "' the lesson of lessons."
There was a short silence. Both men gazed at the "Light." Then Brant
"Money was my god when I lived under that "Light" I lost all I had in
the "market"-think of it, Al-all! It nearly killed me. That thought, ruin,
was killing me when dear old Spurry brought me up here. Somehow, the
breadth and height of your grand mountains made me wonder if I had lost all-
made me wonder if there wasn't something left "' "' "' "' Then-that night-
you pointed out the "Light"-Lord-it broke upon my brain like a flash-money
isn't worth a snap of your fingers, if it's weighed with the love of-the one
woman. Oh, I had been blind-nzad- somewhere beneath that "Light"--that
other moon out there-the dearest little woman in the world waits for me. Some-
where"-and Brant's voice sunk to a bare whisper--"Somewhere under that other
moon we'll face the future together--and-forget-the past-Mildred Fenton
and-I tl' 4' tl' tk"
The mountain stage was late the next day. The four horses and the
lumbering wagon did not arrive at F urst's until after five- Morgan, the driver,
was alone. He explained he had broken an axle on the hill and had to improvise
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As he wearily climbed down from the high seat and reached for the mail
sack, he spoke over his shoulder to F urst.
"I can't make Mantone to-night. Do I bunk here, Al?"
"You bet you do, Hans!"
"Fine!" and Morgan thrust his great hand into the sackful of letters and
papers. "There's a letter in here for that young feller-now, where the deuce-H
F urst called to the man leaning over the porch-rail.
"O Stan-a letterll'
Brant's face lit up.
"A letter for me? For me P"
He ran down the steps and strode to Furst beside the stage. Morgan at
length turned with the letter in his hand.
"Here you are, Mr. Brant." He tossed the letter to the young man, and,
as he vaulted to his seat, again addressed Furst. "Same stall in the barn, Al?"
"Yes,,' said Furst. "Wait-I'll drive in with you." And he jumped
up beside Morgan on the seat. The pair drove off in the direction of the barn.
Brant had opened the envelope and stood stiffly, in the dust, reading the
brief message a second time- His face had turned a trifle pale. The smile had
died. The hand which held the letter-sheet trembled.
"You really can't expect me to sacrifice myselff' he read aloud dully. "I
hope you will understand that our engagement is a thousand times broken!
Again the face which Stanton Brant raised was a face which seemed to
"Oh, my God!" he whispered. "Oh, my God!" and crumpled to the
When Furst and Morgan returned they found him lying there. Furst
leaped forward and bent over the quiet body.
"Another break-down-just when he was pulling thru-"
"Maybe the letter brought bad newsf' interrupted Morgan.
"The letter! Of course it was the letter. Damn all letters, any way.
Do you hear me, Morgan, I say, damn letters!"
Morgan nodded hurriedly. He had never seen F urst in such a rage.
They carried Brant into the house and laid him on his bed.
Furst ordered Morgan out of the room, and drawing a chair up to the bed-
side, watched the still figure.
For hours Furst hardly moved- At times the unconscious frame would
shake in delirium and a voice, unrecognizable as Brant's, would mutter, "I've
been tricked! The "Lightl' tricked me! The "Light" tricked me!"
Finally, Brant's eyes opened. They were bloodshot. As he saw Furst
he seemed only to half-recognize him. His dry lips cracked in a grin. He did
not seem to notice Furst's involuntary shudder. He nodded ever so slightly
toward the door.
32 THE SEQUo1.f1
"You can go, now," he commanded. His voice still held the wooden tones
of his delirium. "I wish to be alonef'
Furst arose and hesitated.
"You can go now,'l the other repeated.
Furst left the room. For as long as ten minutes he listened at the door.
There came no sound from the other side. At length, satisfied, he went to his
own room to snatch a bit of sleep.
He found Morgan already in bed.
It was early morning when both men heard the sound of shots-wildly
and rapidly fired- It was Morgan, his somewhat morbid mind always conceiv-
ing the worst, who suggested it. But it was Furst who lit the lamp and led
the way to the sick man's room. They found the door locked. There was no
answer to their rousing calls. So while Morgan held the lamp, Furst broke thru
the door. The room was empty.
Furst ran to the window, opened it and thrust his head out. After a
brief intermission, the firing was continuing. For a moment Furst listened.
At the door of the room, Morgan held the lamp towards the ceiling and watched
Abruptly Furst drew his head in. Morgan stepped forward inquiringly.
But Furst ran past him and out of the room, shouting:
"He's got an automatic! He's over by the Edge! Come with me E"
Very deliberately Morgan set the lamp on a cane-chair. Then he ran out
of the house after Furst.
Furst stood in the center of the white road, listening. The firing had
stopped again. Morgan drew up beside him.
It was a clear clean night. A billion stars winked at the little moon. Far
out in the valley the "Light" twinkled-a bit bigger than the biggest star.
A shot rang out. The sound hung over the valley and then burst into a
thousand vibrations. Another and another followed it in quick succession.
The two men jumped forward and ran with long strides in the direction
of the explosions.
Upon the very brink of the "Edge" they found him, his face and auto-
matic turned toward the "Light," his back toward them. His head was rolling
curiously from side to side. As they came up, he threw the automatic out over
the valley. His two clenched hands rose tensely above his head. The two men
stopped, wonderingly. Brant seemed to be eagerly watching the distant flare
of the light. For a full minute he watched. X if tk it The "Light" burned on ff it
Brant covered his face with his hands. As he tottered and sank to the
ground, the two spectators leaped to his side.
They bent over the prostrate form- Brant moaned continuously. As the
two men lifted him up, the moans took a half-intelligible form. They appeared
to be a constant re-iteration of the words. "It tricked me! Why couldn't I hit
the danm thing? VV hy couldn't I hit the damn thing ?"
from Sam-mule's Point of View
Q T is a well known fact that all stories must have a point of view.
Le. law suits and other disagreements. Participants in an event often
- look at that event in altogether different lights.
P 'U' A Take for instance the affair at Lake Alta. Wilbur Hunt
and Harry Foster viewed it as a calamity, the young man known
as Tommy regarded it as a blessing, and Sam-mule had his own views on the
subject. As Sam-mule really played the leading role, it is proper that the story
should be told from his viewpoint.
Sam-mule was a little mouse-colored burro with a head too large for his
body, and immense ears. Since time immemorial, to call a person an ass has
been to insinuate that he lacks proper mechanism under his hat. However, here
too, the point of view enters. If one burro should get disgusted with another,
it might bray, "you're a man," and the maligned burro might have just cause
to feel insulted.
Sam-mule had a very poor opinion of mankind in general and of his two
young masters, Harry Foster and Wilbur Hunt, in particular. It was beyond
Sam-mule's comprehension, how anyone could feed a little burro four potato
peels, two bacon rinds, a coffee can, and then expect that burro to pack a
hundred and twenty-five pounds all day. Sam rather pitied them for not
having better sense. After all they were only men.
Nevertheless, Sam-mule often reflected that it was a hard life. Eat, if
there is anything to eatg but pack every day. If the master feels disagreeable-
beat the burro. If the hill is steep and the burro lies down to take a rest-beat
the burro. If the burro starts down the canyon after a drink of water-beat
the burro. Life is just one beating after another. Some burros become used
to it, but not so with Sam-mule. Burros differ in temperament and Sam-mule
was a sensitive soul. He simply could not bear disapproval, especially since it
was always expressed in such a concrete form.
Sam-mule gazed dreamily at the little mountain lake, Lake Alta it was
called. Life had been easier the last few days. His masters were camping by
the lake and all Sam had to do was drowse in the sun. True, he had eaten
everything edible within the radius of his stake-rope and was in danger of be-
coming hungry. Ah! Sammy's masters were returning to camp. Perhaps
they would remember that even a burro needs a drink of water once in a while.
Into the camp came a party of four persons. There was a pretty, laughing
girl, and three young men, Wilbur Hunt, Harry Foster, and the other young
man whom the girl called Tommy. The girl was staying with her mother at
a summer hotel a little further along the lake. The mother was sitting on the
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hotel porch, blessing the man who invented field glasses. The glasses permitted
long distance chaperonage, which is a convenient thing when one is a trifle stout
and not over-fond of walking.
"Chl what a nice place to camp," enthused the girl, "isn't it, Tommy P"
Tommy cast a cursory glance at the indiscriminate array of provisions,
bedding, and utensils.
"Oh, yes," he agreed, "the place is nice enough, but I can't say that I am
charmed by the camp."
The campers did not look exactly pleased. Harry Foster felt obliged to
apologize to the fair visitor.
"We have been too busy to fix the camp up much. Taking care of the
burro required a lot of time and there are er-other things to do." '
Sam-mule was shocked! He knew that he could count on the toes of his
left fore-foot, the minutes spent each day taking care of him. Sam-mule listened
to the young folk converse about dances, the demerits of fleas and mosquitosg
why a flapjack should be called a flapjackg the supremacy of tenor or baritone
frog voices, what colored ribbon looked best in the girl's hair, and various other
bits of nonsense. Sam was excessively bored. Poor dumb brute! He could
think without talking while the chattering humans could talk without thinking.
At last the girl and Tommy started toward the hotel. The campers busied
themselves with preparing supper.
"That darn Tommy makes me sick," grunted Wilbur Hunt.
"Me too," assented his companion, "Hopping around here like a sick fish.
Why, I don't believe he has as much sense as Sam-" Sam-mule silently agreed,
at the same time making the observation that Tommy was not the only one in
"Dear Tommy thinks he is going to take Violet to the dance Saturday
night," said Harry Foster, "but I will fool him there, for I am going to take
her myself." .
His comrade frowned, "Oh you are, are you? How in the deuce are
you going to take her when I intend to do that very thing!"
Then followed an altercation which was finally settled by a compromise.
Wilbur was to take Violet to the dance and Harry was to see her home. Mean-
while the potatoes boiled to pieces and the bacon carbonized.
Foolish young men, thought Sam-mule, to let a girl interfere with an
important matter like eating. A very necessary thing was eating, decided the
burro, for he had a great emptiness inside. Then his heart almost broke when
the potatoes and bacon were tossed on the ground just beyond his reach.
"Hadn't we better try to feed the spuds to the burro ?" asked Harry.
"He seems rather hungry."
"Naw, he isn't hungry," replied the other. "Besides it is too late now.
We'll have to go supperless ourselves and he is only a darn burro and can
"That's right. Our grub is about gone and the only one who has any to
spare is that precious Tommy. Too bad for us that his father went to the city
and left Tommy in charge of the hotel. Well, we will have to make our stuff
last over Saturday so that we can take Violet to the dance- Hunting in the
morning we will go."
The young men slept soundly that night, but not so with Sam-mule.
Visions of potatoes caused him to spend a restless night. At daybreak he tuned
up to secure recognition of his hunger.
"Shut up, you Rocky Mountain canary!" shouted the sleepy Harry, sitting
up in bed. "Shut up, I say," and a well directed shoe caught Sam-mule in the
ribs. Sam sniffed at the shoe, then tried to masticate it. "Oh you brute,"
cried Harry, and rescued his footgear.
"Come, Wilbur, wake up. This leather-lunged, alligator-hided beast tried
to chaw my shoe up. He must be hungry."
Wilbur blinked and rubbed his eyes.
"Well, we haven't anything to feed him. Besides there are some young
pine trees he has not touched."
Sam-mule almost fainted from the injustice of these words. Bacon rinds,
paper, tin cans, and poison oak he might devour, but pine needles even a burro
could not eat. -
The campers cooked breakfast, picked up their guns, and strode off,
leaving Sam gazing after them. The burro turned his attention to the potatoes-
Had he received the benefit of a high-school education, he would have quoted:
"I have thee not, yet I see thee still !"
Memories of past indignities flocked fast upon Sam. His vitals were
crying for food. Sammy became rebellious. He tried a strain on the stake-
rope. It gave! Sam-mule lost no time in going to where the potatoes had been
thrown. Oh shattered ideals and blasted dreams! Visions of a meal dwindled
to realities. The potatoes had so mixed with dirt that there were scarcely two
mouthfuls. Only two mouthfuls, and Sam-mule felt he needed several hundred.
The burro's eyes fell on the provisions which were lying here and there.
Late in the afternoon Sam pricked up his ears. His masters were
"We are back again,', announced Wilbur, "but we are deerless. I guess
the only deers around here are d-e-a-r-s." The campers laughed but Sam only
blinked. He had heard that original joke five hundred and thirty four times.
"Shades of Rip Van Winkle!" exclaimed Harry. "Has a cyclone struck
the camp! Oh gosh! all the grub is gone."
For a minute the calamity kept them speechless, then words came in
"Who's done it P" fiercely demanded Wilbur, "I bet Tommy did."
Harry shook his head. "It would have been like him, but some animal
has done this. Where is that four-legged canary P"
"He is loose and is down the road. Oh! the long-eared jackass. He
repays our kindness by robbing the camp. You sneaking camp-robber, I'll fix
you ly' Wilbur threw up his gun with deadly intent.
Harry Foster knocked the gun aside. "Cut out the rough stuff, and calm
down," he advised. "We need the burro to get home."
Get home !" roared the would-be burrocide.
"Get home! How in the deuce can one even live without eating?"
Which was the very subject Sam-mule had been meditating upon a short time
"Suppose we'll have to get some from Tommy,', said Harry mournfully.
just then that worthy gentleman entered camp.
"'Lo, fellows," he said, UI saw or rather heard, blue smoke rising from
this direction and so came over to investigate."
"Burro gobbled up 'the grub," snapped Wilbur.
Tommy strove nobly to appear sympathetic. "Well, isn't that too bad!"
he managed to say-
There was silence in the little camp on the shores of Lake Alta. Tommy
looked at the scenery and the two campers at each other.
"Say, Tommy, do you think you could spare a few provisions ?" ventured
"Awful sorry, old fellow, but I haven't any more than I need. Still, I
don't want it said that I am not a good fellow. So, if you promise to leave be-
fore the dance Saturday night I'll give you a little grub." And Tommy went
whistling down the road.
It would be hard to tell whether Tommy or Sam-mule received the most
choice words in the campers' vocabulary. Wilbur turned to Harry.
"You try and catch that-burro. I can't trust myself near him."
Harry approached Sam-mule.
"Here Sammy, darling long-eared one," he called in honeyed tones.
"Whoa little donkey. Stand still, little bouquet of garlic." Amazed by the pleas-
ant tone of voice, Sam allowed himself to be caught and was led into camp. By
noon the next day there was a nice camping site by the shores of Lake Alta, but
So Sam-mule's raid on the provisions was viewed differently by the vari-
ous persons concerned- It reduced Violet's cavaliers from three to one. For
that reason Violet felt "mad" at Sammmy. For the same reason, Tommy con-
sidered Sam-mule's act a dispensation of Providence.
It was a long time before VVilbur Hunt and Harry Foster were able to
think of the incident without saying naughty words. n
As for Sam-mule, his sensitive soul was exceedingly hurt by the whole
business. To save oneself from starvation and then by being punished for it!
But Sam-mule was somewhat of a philosopher. He flopped his ears, and
reflected that, after all, life was only an endless string of packs, empty stomachs,
tin cans, and beatings. Of course, his masters were not altogether to blame.
They were only human. But Sam-mule would like to have enjoyed the power
of speech such as was conferred on Balaam's Ass. Sammy would sure have set
some ears a-tingling.
Che fiery Pit
By Alice Rager, '17.
"'-' gf I N a certain tribe of western Indians lived a beautiful princess, Merry
ifigi - -
- Heart, whom the bravest warrior loved. Every evening that she
I was in camp, they met. Laughing and talking, they would ascend
E LQSQ' Q the cliff that extended like a great arm into the ocean. From the
brow they watched the sun dip beneath the waves of the Pacific.
Although they could see the breakers bound and foam around the
jagged rocks that lined the beach, the water was calmer near the foot of the
promontory. It was with wonder that they watched it change under the slowly
setting sun into a pit of flaming fire.
One night when the Brave, Quick Eye, was not in camp, the princess,
Merry Heart, went alone to watch the sea, and dream of her love. In fancy she
followed him through the thicket after the deer, or paddled with him down a
singing river. Before he went away he had told her of some strange people,
Palefaces, he called them. He had gone to trade furs with them for beautiful
beads and trinkets. What would he bring her this time when he returned?
Completely lost in fancy, Merry Heart sat motionless on the ground. Her two
long braids, thrown over her shoulders, framed her dreamy eyes.
Unfamiliar footsteps interrupted her reverie. She rose quickly and stood
poised on her moccasined feet, like a startled woodcreature ready to fly from
danger. The sight of a strange person held her spellbound. This must be a
Paleface! She would have slipped away, but he spoke haltingly in her own
tongue, "Fear not, maiden, I will not harm you."
"Then you are welcome, Strange One," she answered shyly.
She sat down again near the edge of the cliff. The Paleface stood close
by, his interest centered in the beautiful sunset and the golden waves that re-
flected its light. His pleasure was evident to Merry Heart, who said timidly in
her soft voice, "We will soon see the fire now!" His interest encouraged her,
and she lost some of her shyness as she told him the old legend.
"Now is the time," she said, "When the wicked Spirit of the Underworld
lights his great fire. just at night-fall its flames leap and flash where, just a
moment ago, the silver spray of the tide was dashing."
By the time she had finished, the sun, a blinding yellow disc, was
suspended just above the distant horizon. Below them the pit was all aflame,--
to Merry Heart a wonderful and terrible sight.
Quick Eye returned to camp bearing in triumph a huge deer. It was
just at sunset, so he knew where he would surely find Merry Heart. He left
his burden at the foot of the wooded slope, and with extra caution, to make his
approach a surprise, he crept up the path. He imagined the happy light that
would come into Merry Heart's eyes when she saw him and receive his token.
Then, in a single instant, anticipation gave place to raging passion. At
the top of the slope his glance fell on his loved one. But by her side was a Pale-
face. A Paleface talking to Merry Heart! With Indian stoicism he remained
silent until he had crept within a step of the pair. Then a long, loud whoop gave
vent to his surging anger. At a single stride he reached the paralyzed Paleface,
and with one great push hurled him over the precipice- Grimly Quick Eye
watched him sink in the pit, bright with leaping flames.
Fearful of Quick Eye's displeasure, Merry Heart cowered at his feet.
After several moments of intense silence, he slowly raised her. The wrath died.
In his eyes were only love for Merry Heart.
When darkness closed in, they went back to camp, by the twinkling light
of the stars.
For many moons they continued their custom of ascending the cliff, and
every night the red rays of the setting sun pointed like bloody fingers to the
place where the Paleface met his fate.
'Che Hunt on the Bills
Selma Larson, '19,
VVrapped in the haze of autumn,
The sleeping valley liesg
The sun in his golden splendor,
Has just begun his rise.
On the hills above a call resounds,
The hunter's call, "To hounds! to hounds!"
The brook runs clear and merry,
Awaked from its night of rest 3
The flowers along its margin,
To rising sun rear their crest.
From the hills above to the fox resounds
The bay of his foes, the hounds, the hounds.
The valley is now awakened,
The mowers come with their scythcsg
The sheep left out to pasture
Awake at the shepherd's cries.
From the hills above no sound resounds,
The fox is caught by the hounds, the hounds.
when Dreams Come Crue
Uunior Honor Storyj
By Selma Larson, '18.
l 'ffe in which she lived was quite desolate except for old people and
4 Us children All the young men of Marie s age were in the trenches
the girls she knew were in the hospitals. Marie had wanted to
FWS' serve in a hospital, too, but there was more need for her at home
than in the hospitals, and duty kept her at home. There were the
aged grandfather, the crippled father, and the weary mother to be thought of.
Marie knew that her duty was there among them and did not rebel aloud-
Of course, she loved them all, but sometimes they were so tiresome and exorting.
They were busy with their own troubles, their own memories, the mother and
father busy in the fields whenever the weather permitted. So there was nothing
for Marie to do when her household tasks were finished but knit and think. 011,
how Marie hated that knitting. Every time she took it up, the tears started to
her pretty black eyes. With every click of the needles, the story of her monoton-
ous life in the secluded, forest-bound little village was repeated anew.
But with the first hint of spring, things changed suddenly for Marie. Her
father, coming in from the fields one day, put his hand on her shoulder tenderly
Ig? IFE was very dull for Marieuthat winter. The little French village
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"Ah, little daughter, you are such a comfort to us in these troubleous
times, and such a great help to your mother about the house. I know your
duties are heavy as it is, but would you mind very much having still another
person to fetch and carry for P"
"Of course not," answered Marie, tossing back her dark curls, "but tell
me quickly, who is coming, and when F"
"One of the soldiers of our glorious French army, my dear. The poor
fellows have been in the trenches all winter, and now they are being granted
'eave of absence to visit their homes. But the homes of a great many of them
are in Northern France and are held by the Prussians. So, as they cannot
reach their own homes, the soldiers are being quartered by families in this district.
I have invited one of the brave fellows to share our home during his two weeks'
leave. He will arrive in three days."
Marie was in a tremor of excitement. While she prepared the one extra
room in the house for the stranger, she saw him always in her mind's eye, always
with an added charm. His face she made as familiar to her as her father's or
mother's- The soldier of her dreams had black eyes and was tall. Oh, yes, and
walked with a limp, owing to a slight injury to his foot. There was quite a
struggle as to whether he should have curly brown hair or straight black, but
Marie compromised on black hair with a wave in it.
"And he must have a scar," Marie whispered to herself, with little shivers
of excitement running up her spine, "on his forehead, I think, yes, the forehead
is the best place, a scar will make him look so distinguished."
Marie's heart beat faster just at the picture her imagination painted. The
dull days were certainly over for l1er.
At last the long-expected day came, the day on which the soldier was to
arrive. Marie was on the porch with her father and mother and grandfather.
Far down the road a speck approached steadily, on foot. Yes, that was surely
heg but was there a limp? No, and he wasn't even tall! As he lifted his cap,
a shock of bright red hair was revealed. Marie, without waiting to see more,
fled to her room, with her heart full of disappointment.
Later she summoned up her courage and was introduced to the soldier.
She saw her idol completely fallen. Instead of the tall dreamy, slightly wounded
soldier was a short, round, perfectly healthy little gargoyle of a man, with a front
tooth missing, and an excellent appetite. Instead of her reading poetry to him,
he conversed long and loudly on his past experiences as a barber in Paris-
After dinner he became even more confidential and drew a small photo-
graph from his pocket. When Marie saw it, she gasped. There was the soldier
of her dreams,-dark eyes, wavy dark hair, dreamy poetic look, scar, and all.
"Who-who is this P" she managed to ask.
"Oh," replied the soldier, "that's my nephew. He's in the same company
as I am. Fact is, it was his turn to have the next leave of absence, and he was
to have come here. But he was so goodhearted, he wanted me to have the
vacation up in this part of the country. Besides, he was just wounded in the
foot a little, so I left him limping around in the trenches with a book of poems."
'Che Lady Slipper
Catharine Dickson, '19.
Beneath the stately redwoods
In the coolest darkest nook
The fresh young lady-slipper
Nods by the bubbling brook.
The cow-slip and the primrose
In truth are pretty, too,
But there's not a flower so dainty
As the lady-slipper true.
So do 11ot touch these slippers,
Nor pluck them from their rest,
But leave them ,neath the redwoods
In their secluded nest.
Qld Sandy--Man Hunter
By Edwin Skinner, '18.
T I T was a summer evening inva little town in Northern Mexico. An
old man leading a burro with an empty pack, was the only one on
I thc street. When he reached Abe Murry's store he stopped, and
.kgggg'jN i after tying up his burro drawled a Hhowdyl' to the fellows.
"Any of yuh ever heard of a Mexican named Ramez ?" He
looked slowly at the mens' faces and then continued. "I kindr
thought he might be in these parts somewheresf'
"Yes," answered old Abe, "there's a Mex by that name down on
thc Spanish trail. I think he's got a mine with a couple more of them Mexicans."
"Know how fer it is down there P" As he asked this a cold gleam shot
from his eyes but it lasted only an instant. Then he was the same harmless-
looking old man.
"Oh, about three days from here," answered Abe, "Yuh agoin' to put
up yer mule and stay over ?"
"Nope, guess I'll pack on some grub and dig out."
"Now thets' plumb peculiar." It was Old Abe who spoke after the
stranger vanished down the road- All knew that something was coming.
"Quite a spell back," began Abe, "there was pretty wild times in these
parts. A good many o' the settlers vamoosed an' again some stayed. A family
named McCormicks was one of 'em thet hung on. They lived down at Placer
Gulch in Mexico, raisin' cattle for a livin' and doin' pretty well at it. Then one
night some Mexicans raided the place. They killed old- man McCormick and
his wife, but somehow their little boy escaped. Waal, some folks kept him 'till
he was old enough to do fer hisself an 'then he left. He started in then to hunt
fer them Mexicans thet killed his folks. I heard about him ten or 'leven years
back and he was still huntin' and what's more he seemed to know who he was
after, but just couldn't find that sartin party."
Here Abe sat musing for a moment.
"Wall, that Mex Ramez 'll have to pay now, because if I ain't mistaken
that was Sandy McCormick-old man McCormick's boy-and it happened forty
"Lucky" Breaks a Vow
By Edmund Chisholm, 'l8.
S a rule, "Lucky" did not like dogs. In fact, he hated them. He
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xx' could hardly remember a day in his fifty-odd years of mining-camp
IW? , life when he had not uheaved a club" at a retreating dog.
5 But there are exceptions to every rule. "Lucky" was hunt-
in rabbits in the woods near his cabin, and came u n a Scotch
collie in distress- One of the dog's hind legs was caught and
severely crushed in a trap that "Lucky" had set for coons. The dog looked up
at "Lucky" with watery eyes and pawed the ground with his fore paws, as if
pleading for help. "Lucky" was for the first time moved to pity for a dog.
He released the trap from the dog's leg and carried him to his cabin,
where he bound the crushed leg in strips torn from an old shirt, then made the
dog lie on some old blankets in one corner of the cabin.
While the dog was recovering strength, "Lucky" sought in vain for the
animal's owner. He grew to like the dog and at the end of a week, when the
leg was almost healed and no owner could be found, "Lucky" resolved to keep
him. It was but a matter of a few weeks when "Lucky" told the "boys" at the
Elite Saloon, the only one in the settlement, that he wouldn't part with the dog
for any amount of money. He even went so far as to "swar ter Gawd" that
he would never throw another club at any dog under any conditions.
But "Lucky" soon changed his mind. jeff Briggs, one of the fellows in
the saloon at the time "Lucky" swore to treat dogs more leniently, was standing
in the door of the Elite a few days later. He was just wishing something would
turn up, when he saw a little black cur come tearing down the road, closely
followed by a raging "Lucky." "Lucky" pursued the dog until he got a good
kick at it, then came into the saloon.
"Thought you wasn't goin' to hit no more dogs," said Jeff smilingly.
"Mebbe I wouldn't if I ever seen one of the brutes that was any good,"
replied "Lucky" angrily.
"Thought you had a good dog," and jeff still smiled.
"Yeh, so did I fer a while, but the dirty brute deserted me a couple of
days ago. Ain't seen him since. jest like the critters."
"Mebbe somebody swiped him or something happened to him," said Jeff.
"I'd like to get ahold of the feller that swiped him, if anybody did."
"Lucky" anger arose at the thought of thus losing the dog. "I'd just like to tear
'im up and feed 'im to the crows," he continued.
"Well, I'd hate to be the feller that swiped him, then," said Jeff, and he
passed out of the saloon and up the one narrow street of the settlement to his
cabin. He had heard a dog barking, somewhere in that direction.
If anyone had followed Jeff he would have seen him enter a little, old,
twisted-looking cabin. There a Scotch collie breathed his last, dying on a heap
of blankets in one corner of the cabin. Then Jeff could be seen to take a shovel
from another corner and dig a hole behind the cabin, into which he dumped the
dead dog. Jeff looked absent-mindedly at the dog before covering him up, and
said, "It's too bad I mistook you for a coyote, old sport, but accidents will happen.
'Suppose your death will cause a little inconvenience to dogs on "Lucky's" trail,
but that can't be helped either. So here goesf'
So jeff buried "Lucky's" dogg and "Lucky" was ever a menace to other
dogs that crossed his path.
Zola Thurston, '19.
O Spring, in all thy glory
With brightly tinted skies,
In every nook and crannyg
Your beauteous flowers rise!
The modest violet shows its face
From velvet beds of green.
The pearls of the early morning dews
Are on every blossom seen.
The robin sings in every tree,
Which is the sign of spring,
The tiny brooklets sweep the rocks
In joyous murmuring.
The buds are bursting into bloom,
To tell the world their story.
But the day will come when spring must fade,
From all her wondrous glory.
when Billy Made it fast
By Howard Christie, '18.
"Say, jimmy, when's that snail due P"
"Ought to be here any time now," jimmy answered with a note of im--
patience in his voice, "but then when you've known Billy as long as I have, you
won't expect him till he gets here."
"Sh-h! some one's coming," came the warning from the sentinel on the
Five boys huddled close together behind the big bill board where, during
the early evening, the casual observer might have seen them conie stealthily,
one by one, up the narrow street and quietly crawl thru a convenient hole to the
rendezvous on the other side.
The stranger approached slowly with a sort of leisurely shuffle, till direct-
ly opposite the broken board that served as an entrance. He then looked in all
directions and, observing no one, proceeded to waddle clumsily thru the opening.
"Well itls about time," observed Jimmy. "Did you ever hurry or get
any where on time in your life ?"
"Nope! don't remember of ever having to move fast in my life," Billy
answered good naturedly.
"Well, we'll have to move if we're going to get those eats. It's almost
time for them to be served now," jimmy remarked in a business-like tone.
The boys were high school students out on a "raid" as they termed it. One
of their number was having a party and had not included them in the invitations,
so they intended taking the refreshments and having a party all by themselves,
at the same time playing a good trick on the host who had so wittingly left
"Well, Billy, I guess it's up to you to go and get 'em," jimmy remarked
in a relieved voice.
"L0ok's that way," was the passive reply.
The boys had just drawn straws to see who would do the daring act, and
as usual Billy was the "goat,"
Billy made his way carefully thru the back gate among the following
cautions and jeers.
"Now don't fall up the steps,,and be sure not to step on the cat or wake
the dog," cautioned Jimmy-
"Be sure to get that cream cake, and don't forget the ice cream," came in
a whispered chorus.
Billy haughtily disdained to answer and disappeared from sight leaving
a breathless silence which reigned for about three minutes, when it was broken
by a fearful uproar of mingled human voices, cat yowls, dog barks and a terrific
clatter of tin ware and other kitchen utensils.
"Well, that clumsy mutt has balled things up for sure," came disgustedly
from Jimmy, and was echoed by the rest of the boys.
"We'ed better get out of here or we'll all get caught," came from the
But before they could retreat, the back gate burst open and out shot a
figure going so fast that he was hardly distinguishable, and firmly affixed to the
seat of his trousers was the family bull terrier. The figure started up the street at
such a rate of speed that it was soon lost in the darkness.
Five wide-eyed, open-mouthed boys started after the retreating figure till,
warned by on-coming foot steps that they were discovered, they took after their
fleeing companion and arrived in time to find him placidly perched on the top of
the sign board munching wafers and ice cream while a solemn faced bull terrier
paced relentlessly beneath him.
"Well, Billy, I'll never say you're slow again," Jimmy said apologetically,
"for you sure made it fast, considering the ice cream and cake-"
"Not to mention the dog," cut in Billy with his characteristic grin.
Minnie Petty, '17
The rain had fallen all day long
But ceased on the verge of night,
And through the storm-clouds of the west
Broke floods of glorious light.
The dark clouds now were lined with gold,
As the sun his path descended.
And away in the east, where the rain still fell,
Arched a rainbow with colors blended.
The perfect arch shone clear and bright
With its promise closing the day,
For eyen as it lightened the sombre dark.,
It faded and glimmered away.
Che Mystery of the Lonesome Bills
fSophomm0re Honor Storyj
By Atossa Ballard, 'l9.
rf., AST aside and forgotten by Progress, the little town of Kepnongh
T lay in a valley of sandy desolateness at the edge of the Black Rock
To this little town had come one Arnold James Lloyd, a man
XVFQZ- of the cities, whose education and upbringing contrasted sharply
with those of the people among whom he found himself. Lloyd
was an author, ever wishing to tell of the places that other writers chose to for-
get and that civilization had not touched. So when he heard of Kepnough and
the Lonesome Hills and the mystery because of which they had been so named,
he journeyed there with the hope of solving that mystery and of weaving a story
around it. f
Now, at the summit of one of the hills he drew rein and let his eyes roam
over their ragged panorama while he recalled the strange stories told by the few
men who would talk to him at Kepnough.
There was a canyon somewhere in the hills called Deserted Canyon. When
the wind blew strong enough to carry the sound, a strange, 'wild wail came from
the vicinity of the canyon. That sound was said to have stampeded cattle, it
was certain that it had driven superstitious miners from their work. When man
or beast came near the canyon, the eeriness of the song seemed to deprive them
of courage and reason, so that they fled. And so they had kept their course
from it and called it deserted. The hills came by their name because of the lonely
wail and of the scarcity of human beings in their vicinity.
No one had ever been able to determine the cause of the sound or from
what direction it came. But Lloyd had an idea formed from the tales told to
him, and to-day he had come to try his luck.
Drawing in a deep breath, he put his horse to the trail and began his
search. He rode leisurely at first, studying the hills carefully, and marveling at
the peculiarity of their character. He would need to know them perfectly if
he put them into his story. So he whiled away hour after hour.
Then, when the sun dipped low and a cool, stiff breeze came out of the
west, there came on it a long, low whine. It became more perceptible as dark-
ness began to close in and the wind blew more sharply. Then, after a while, it
settled to a poignant, hollow cry, not unlike that of some lost creature.
It was not altogether distinct, but Lloyd knew instantly the place from
whence it came. It was just ahead of him, over the hill, and, now that he had
heard the sound, he was quite confident that he knew its cause.
But when he had ridden for an hour, always certain that the source was
just ahead, he began to realize that the task he had set for himself was not to
be acco-nplished in one attempt, and he realized also that this must be the way
all others had begun. They were certain of the place, and when they got there
the sound came from just ahead or from some other direction.
So Lloyd went back to Kepnough that night with his own nerves quailing
at that weird plaint, and with the reins tight-drawn to keep his horse from
running the hills.
The next day and the next, he rode out again. But he could not find
Deserted Canyon, and there was no wind, even at sunset, to bring the song
Then, on the fourth trip, at a shallow canyon's brink far out on the western
side of the hills, Lloyd suddenly came upon what he knew must be Deserted
Canyon and what he believed to be the source of the wind-wail.
He dismounted and lay in the shadow of his horse upon the rock-strewn
hillside,-and was not disappointed. '
With the first sweep of the wind up the wide-mouthed canyon, a long,
subdued howl rose from its depths. The sound subsided with the wind, rose
again spasmodically as the wind came in fits and gusts. Then, when the breeze
came steadily, the wail, by turns increasing and decreasing in volume, poured
out into the surrounding hills in the thousand voices of the wild.
Now there came the hunting-cry of wolves, now the shrill scream of the
eagle sounding down from dizzy heights, now it was like the death-song of a
warrior, and now like the lonely moan of the wind in the pines on winter nights
when the snow is sifting down.
And Lloyd, listening, reveling and shuddering by turns, smiled that so
simple a thing had been mysterious even to the ignorant people of Kepnough.
There was no mystery about it at all, only strangeness and a certain wonder. It
was not a grotesque unknown to be feared, only a gigantic harp built by nature
for the fingers of the wind.
At the head of the canyon a huge cliff rose sheer and fearsome whose
jagged face was clipped and gashed by storm and wind until purplish rifts of
rock stood out from it here and there like buttresses. A little distance in front
of the cliff towered a natural rock wall, multi-colored and fantastically turretedg
and in this wall were several great holes. The wind, sweeping up the canyon,
howled through the holes, sang about in the hollow between the wall and the
cliff. The cliff caught the sound and echoed it back to the surrounding hills, and
the hills sent it on and on until it finally died in the distances.
The song had been sung for ages, and unless the wall were removed, either
by the raging of the elements or by the hand of man, never would it cease. But
although it might be better for man to have the hills free from the wind-ghost,
Lloyd could not bring himself to think that man had scarce the right to tear away
so wonderful a creation of nature, Perhaps, he thought, if those who had feared
could be made to understand, all would be well. And since he was the only one
who knew, he resolved to be the one to tell, at all costs.
Late that night Lloyd rode home under the stars, his heart light as a
school-boy's, his task done-the mystery of the Lonesome Hills solved.
Che Ceacheve Beau
By Eleanor Blake, 'l9.
"Miss Grey !"
"Yes, Fred, what is it ?"
"I can't find the Danube River," said the boy, as he laid a dilapidated
geography book upon the teacher's desk. Miss Grey pointed out to him the
river in question, but although he mumbled, "Thank you," he had seen some-
thing far more interesting at the teacher's desk than a black line indicating the
Danube River. Propped up against a paper file, sealed and stamped, was a
ietter, addressed in Miss Greyis handwriting to Paul Sevier, Chestney, Cali-
"Miss Grey has a beau. His name is Paul Sevier," he whispered to his
brother john who sat behind him. "I bet she goes to The Forks to mail that
letter to-night. We'll look"-
"Fred," Miss Grey interrupted sternly, "you were out of order. Write
disorderly three hundrded times before you go home to-night."
That night at supper, Mr. McCann remarked, "I dun'no' what kin be the
matter with jim. He ain't been home for three weeks now. I bet he's struck
on that pretty school teacher that boards over to Crogan's."
Jim McCann, a brother of Fred, John, and the others, had hired himself
out to Crogan's for the harvest season, since, as his father had stated, "Seven
kids is enough to keep this ranch runnin'."
Weeks passed by, and every Monday Miss Grey made her trip to The
Forks with a letter, and received one in return. One morning Rachael Brown
confided to John, "I think Miss Grey is going to get married. She has an
"Knew it all the time," John bragged.
By this time, every boy and girl at school, nine in number, knew about
Miss Grey's beau. The crowning information came when Rachael Brown, who
had a curious way of finding out things, announced, in a way characteristic of
her sex, "That fellow Miss Grey writes to is coming to stay at Crogan's for a
month. Miss Grey is going to meet him at The Forks next Friday."
The next Friday, Miss Grey dismissed school a half hour early, so she
coud meet the stage. But, before she could gather up her books and wraps,
the McCann boys had untied her grey mare and chased it down the road toward
Croghan's. Then they had gone on their way home. When they had gone
half a mile in that direction, the culprits tied their own horse to a tree, and made
a B-line for the road to Crogan's, intent on "Getting a look at- Miss Grey's
As they hid in the brush beside the road, many and varied were the con-
jectures as to the personal appearance of the unknown "Lucky Guy." In about
twenty minutes, Miss Grey appeared, driving a horse hired at The Forks. Beside
her sat a stranger- just as the couple passed the McCann boys, the teacher said,
in a clear, distinct voice, "I have told no one but mother that I am going to
marry jim McCann next summer, grandfather."
Marv Tantra Gfperience
By Dorothy Hubbard, '19.
Q I shan't, so now, 'cause I hate yuh, I hate yuh!" and Mary jane fled
to a deserted place in the back yard.
j It is a dreadful thing to have a beautiful and perfect sister,
who never gets into scrapes, while you never seem to be out of
V them. Add to that the fact that you are homely, and that mother
loves Mary Ellen better, and the world would seem very black to
you, as it did to Mary Jane.
She was a small child of eleven years. Her hair was just between
red and brown, and was, of course, straight, and stringy. Her face was
bedecked with the usual number of freckles- She had a 11056 that unmistakably
turned up, while her rather large mouth, which seemed made for smiles, now
A tiny voice at her elbow, aroused her from her reverie.
"Please, Mary jane, don't be so mad at me. The junk man's comin' to-
morrow. Let's go get some bottles to sell him. He's goin, to pay five cents
for the big ones, and two for the little ones."
Up jumped Mary Jane, her anger instantly disappearing.
"Where'll we get 'em P" she asked. "I tell yuh. Let's go over to Mrs.
Linnet's and get some. She's got lots of 'em.
"Mother'll care," quavered Mary Ellen.
Mrs. Linnet was a widow, with beautiful golden hair fthe secret envy of
Mary janej, but the color of which was obtained from the drug store, so the old-
fashioned population of the village would have nothing to do with her.
"All right, scare-baby, I'm goin' anyway, but don' yuh tell or you'll be
sorry!" With this reply Mary Jane, hopped nimbly over the fence, into the
Linnet's back yard, soon reappearmg with an apron full of bottles.
"If yuh donlt tell, Mary Ellen, I'll give yuh half of 'em," she promised.
"I won't tell,'l solemnly declared Mary Ellen.
As they were stacking the bottles, Mary Jane stopped suddenly, then
quickly seized a large one, tucked it under her apron, and made for the stairs,
while Mary Ellen gazed in astonishment.
just then came the call to supper. Mary Jane, late as usual, dashed into
the dining room, her mud-spattered dress suffering a strange contrast to her
sister's spotless one.
"Mother, may I go up-stairs? I don't want any supper, 'cause my
stomach aches," she pleaded.
"Why certainly, if you don't feel well," said her mother.
As soon as Mary Jane was out of the room, Mary Ellen repeated their
day's performances, not excluding the trip to Mrs. Linnet's.
Her mother rose quietly from the table, and proceeded upstairs to her
daughter's room, but the door was locked.
"Mary Jane, open that door."
"I can't, Mother," and a slip of paper was slid under the door. The
mother picked it up, and unfolded it. It began, "Dear Mother,-I'm goin' to
run away, 'cause nobody loves me, 'cause I'm so homely. Goodby, Mary Jane."
"Mary Jane, let me in at once l" she said.
The key turned in the lock, and the door opened, but the room was in
"Mary Jane, where are you ?" A muffled sob was the only answer. Her
mother switched on the light- In one corner of the room was a huddled object,
its head swathed in a large towel, which her mother jerked off.
"O-oh, Mo-ther, d-o-n't! I thot yu-u didn't l-o-ve me, 'cause in-y-y
ha-air is red, so I tried to bl-bl-bleach it, but"-here her voice trailed into silence.
Her mother gazed at the tall bottle, on the dresser, bearing the label
"Makes the Hair Golden."
Then she gazed at Mary jane's half red, half drab head.
"My darling little flElllglltC1"lH she murmured, gathering Mary Jane's
crumpled little figure into her arms.
Bow the Moon Lost Part of It's Light
By George Gift, '19.
Years ago the people of the Northland were at war with the South
Landers. Woden was the god of the Northland and the Moon, while Zeus
ruled the Southland and the Sun.
At one time there was a great battle that lasted for days. Woden became
interested in it and forgot to look at the Moon, who wandered from her regular
path and appeared just as the sun went down-
The Northlanders were being beaten and wished for darkness that they
might retreat in safety. Their army was growing smaller day by day, but to
leave their stronghold in daylight meant defeat and death.
When Woden saw their plight, he rushed to the edge of the world, and
having caught the moon, he said, "You have almost ruined my people by going
astray. Another offence of this kind and the All-Father will take you from the
sky. You have been out of your track for a month, so once a month you shall
hide your face. but never again shall you have your full light. The marks of
my smoke-blackened hands shall remain on your face as long as you are in
Time has mixed the races and washed out their differences, Woden and
Zeus have passed from the earth and the hearts of meng but the Moon has never
varied, nor ever will, from the track in which she was placed by the god with
the blackened hand.
H Votress of Diana
QFreshman Honor Storyj
By Lora Craig, '20,
I T was the day after Papa brought home two new dogs, Tige and
' try them out in a wood-rat l1u11t. I
could find only one. I quickly remedied
each end of the rope With the middle
Hazel, that I decided to
searched for ropes but I
this by tying one dog at
of the cord in my left hand and a stick in my right we set forth
into the pme woods
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It was near four o'clock, by the sun, when we found the first of the huge
piles of sticks and leaves which Papa had told me were the homes of wood-rats.
It was piled high against a log, with green boughs scattered over its surface. I
knew by these that the nest was not deserted, for uninhabited nests do not have
green boughs on them.
It was hard to make the dogs understand what I wanted. Tige was
surprisingly stupid. He was a large, black and white spotted hound. His
big ears flopped around when he moved, and his long sleek tail wagged in-
cessantly. Hazel was a brown mongrel. Her nose and head were pointed-
Her small feet were quick and her step was sure.
"Come on, Tige! Sic 'em. Hazel l" I cried, making the twigs fly as I
scratched at the nest with my stick. The top of the nest came off in a jiffy.
The dogs' strong claws were nearing the center of the rat's home. Tige barked
and ran stupidly about. I wanted to pull his ears. Any dog ought to know
that it is wrong to bark before the game is sighted. However, Hazel kept at
her work. The green and red lights in her eyes were all that revealed her
When we reached the inner nest. or storehouse, here came the rat. His
tiny black eyes glittered as he dashed towards a tree. Hazel, tense, but cool,
leaped at him, and seized the poor fellow between her strong white teeth. One
short squeak, and all was over for the rat-
It was growing late now, and the dogs were restless: so we started home
triumphantly. Tige was so frolicsome that he was quite a bother. Hazel would
dart around a bush or small tree, thus tangling us all up.
However, the walk was very pleasant. The saucy brown squirrels
seemed saucier than usual that day. One little fellow threw pine cones on us
as we rested under a tree. The gray squirrels scolded as we passed them, but
kept at a safe distance. Away off in the woods a grouse drummed loudly at
Heedless of time, I walked on slowly. Suddenly I realized that it was
getting late. The birds had stopped singing. I also noticed that the brush
and the faint trail I had been following was lost in the leaves.
52 THE SEQUOIA
While I was making my way through some huckleberry bushes, a branch,
released from some former entanglement by the pressure of my hand, flew back
and struck me across the eyes. It took some minutes to recover from the blow,
and in the meantime T ige and Hazel had run away.
I crawled through the huckleberry thicket only to be confronted by the
steep side of a canyon. But I went on, praying for less brush.
By the time I reached the bed of the canyon, hindered as I was by rocks
and logs of fallen trees, it was quite dark. Objects blurred before my eyes:
frightful noises of the night filled my ears, and my heart thumped with the fear
of the unknown-
On the left a huge rock rose, forming an appalling barrier, behind me
was the dry bed of the canyon, to the right was the steep slope by which I had
descendedg and in front the creek bed stretched away among boulders and
I mustered courage, and went on down the creek bed. Here and there
were stagnant pools of water into which I sometimes stepped, in the darkness.
Then the moon came up slowly. It revealed only a dark, terrible shape
ahead of me. I paused and closed my eyes in terror, only to open them
immediately, for the silence jarred on my nerves. I stole a look atthe object
to see if it moved. As it did not, I crept cautiously towards it. An owl hootedg
another answered. I trembled, staggered, and fell, shaking with fear against
the object, which proved to be only an odd-shaped rock.
"Perhaps it is a wild-cat's den," I murmured. The thought gave me
new strength, and I crept on. Luck was against me, for I stepped into a pool
of water, and before I could catch hold of anything I stumbled in, up to
my knees. A
My last drop of courage ebbed. I was so tired! I would lie down and
let the panthers eat me. Then I heard a shout. Oh, blessed sound! I called
back with all my might, and was finally rewarded by a flash of light ahead of
me. It was a searching party led by my father-
Tige and Hazel had reached home safe. I never forgave them for desert-
ing a comrade in peril.
Rae McLaren, '17.
Piercing the night, a star-
Just a faint gleam in the sky,
Alone and wan, it seems the light
Of a cloud-ship swimming byg
Yet why is its pale ray so bright-
Piercing the night, a star!
Che Coll of Samoa Beach
Kenneth Stewart, '19,
qu I N the Samoa sands lies what was, a few months ago a part of our
rf navy-a stately cruiser and a small but useful submarine. The
I world looked toward Eureka for a few days, learned the bare facts
of the grounding of the navy boats, then forgot.
Mm I The world knows that the submarine H-3 grounded on the
sands of Samoa Beach at eight o'clock in the morning of the
fourteenth of December, 1916. The world knows that the cruiser Milwaukee
met a similar fate early in the morning of January 13th, 1917. She knows that
the wrecks endangered hundreds of lives, cost millions of dollars. She knows
that apparently useless efforts are being made to. save a small part of the battered
wrecks. That is all.
Few are those who know the interesting, pathetic and humorous heart
stories, connected with these events, and to acquaint them with a few of these
would require a book. The story comes to us that on the afternoon of the sub-
marine disaster, two terror-crazed sailors attempted to end their lives by means
of the escaping gas, and another of the ship's crew saved them only after a
desperate struggle. The force of the waves was so great that the men had to
tie themselves to something stationary to escape being battered to death. It is
difficult to understand how the sailor lads could strike land with a jest on their
lips after being pounded and buffeted in the small destroyer for nine long hours,
but they did-all but two, and those two were unconscious.
When one's life is endangered it is seldom that he can think of others,
of dumb animals in particular, but three of those stranded sailors on the
Milwaukee did. One, ocean-soaked, make the dangerous trip holding aloft a
helpless blind cat, endeavoring to save it from the salty spray. 'Two other men
made the same precarious trip with dogs as companions. It is not for us to
know how many others did similar kind acts, even at the peril of their own lives.
While the thousands on the beach watched and prayed for those who
were so near, yet so far, little did they realize what was going on aboard the
Milwaukee. Here stood a pale faced sailor gazing straight ahead, thinking of
his home, wondering if he would ever see it again. There was a man making
attempts at jocular conversation-trying to cheer his comrades, while in his
own heart was nothing but dark forebodings. Sailors were hurrying and
scurrying here and there, endeavoring to collect those few belongings which they
could best take ashore. On the great side of the ship others awaited their
turns to be taken through the breakers to dry land. In one place a number of
the jackies were tossing coins to see who would make the difficult and danger-
ous trip ashore by means of the breeches buoy. Something was happening
The sun set in the western skies. Then twilight. A hundred lights of
lanterns and fires sprang forth on the peninsula. The moon rose, dimming the
glow on the beach, and gazed serenely over the silent wrecks, so lately the scene
of heroic deeds of men-brave men.
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RAE C. MeLAREN, Editofnchief
SELMA LARSEN and
MILES CLONEY, Exchanges
DOROTHEA HILL, Organizations
JEAN LANGFORD, Athletics
JESSIE DICKSON, School Notes
ELDRED BOSLEY, joshes
MELVIN SANDERS, Art
x HELEN SHAW
Dramatics and Debating
CLAIR GEORGESON, Alumni
ARDUS B. RECKART, Music
ESTELLE P. CARTER
CLAIR GEORGIBON HELEN SHAW
JOHN WAHL RAE. McCLAREN MELVIN SANDERS
DOROTHEA HILL JESSIE DICKSON
MILES CLONEY JEAN LANGFORD
BERYL ADAMS ARDUS RECKART SELMA LARSON
KENNETH STEWART ELDRED BOSLEY
Progressive Democracy and the
r si. x HERE was but a single idea in the minds of the founders of the
" Public School-and that was to teach men to think effectively.
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They understood that progress implies thought. If men might be
Ill-YQ? taught to think, they could and would intelligently minister to the
MS growing needs of Democracy. This ministration would not only
create progressive Democracy 5 it would be progressive Democracy.
The Public School was to be the muse of Democracy. Besides throwing
a protective arm about the democratic institutions left as our rich heritage,
it was to inspire impatience with those institutions which future years would
reveal as undemocratic, and it was to do this thru the impulse to thought which
it created. For, as impatience is the motive power which must turn the wheels
of Progress, so pointed thinking, the ability to form efficient ideas, is the fuel
which must provide the impatience.
This was the duty of the Public School of the nineteenth century, which
modernly speaking, we term the Grammar School, and this is no less the duty
of the High School of to-day-since in the interval between yesterday and to-
day the Grammar School has lost its former significance and has sunk to the
position of a mere stepping-stone to the High School. It is indeed upon the
High School that the heavy burden now lies. There is but one reason for this
change in our educational status. Passing years are requiring an ever higher
standard of intelligence to minister to the needs of Democracy-to insure a
progressive Democracy. Each decade is uncovering new problems, each of
greater complexity than the last, and the average intelligence must be on a par
with the increase in complexity of these problems, or Democracy is impossible.
The High School, for this reason, is indispensible.
The High School finds youth at the climax of its life-at a time when
youth is beginning to form definite conclusions, prejudicial and otherwise. It
is the High School's duty and should be its aim to inspire the use of thought
in the formation of these conclusions. The High School should dwell more and
more upon democratic government-its government should be really progressive
Democracy. At the present time the youth of this country must learn to think
better than ever before. This is the trumpet-call of Progress!
The High School of to-day in taking the place of the Grammar School
of yesterday must inspire to greater deeds. The Grammar School was sufficient
to inspire the Democracy which makes our to-day, but it would fall far short
of inspiring the Democracy of to-morrow. This, in a word, is the mission of
the High School. But as surely as the nineteenth century Grammar School is
unfit to fill the needs which created the twentieth century High School, so the
High School will be inadequate for the great day-after-to-morrow. Let us, how-
ever, rest assured that if to-day's tomorrow is properly mothered, to-morrow's
to-morrow will take care of itself. Progress, inspired, will model her own tools
with which to carve out her future.
Atossa Ballard, '19.
I wandered alone in the woodland,
Far away from the striving town,
Where November's cold had turned all gold
The leaves that were falling down.
Slowly the trees were unrobing,
Tiny the brook had become,
But its laugh rang shrill through the woods so still,
For it knew it would soon be dumb.
In the depths of the prattling brooklet
Were the alders' black shadows seen,
Weaving shadow lace in the water space
That the fallen leaves left between.
The wild-geese were winging southward,
High in the air they flew,
Where clouds sailed by in the cold-gray sky,
And November's crisp winds blew.
And over all was a silence
That breathed of a coming storm,
When December's chill would wrap wood and hill,
In white blankets, thick and warm.
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H Banner Year
H HIS has been a year of which the Eureka High School can justly
i be proud. That indefinite, inexplicable element, 'fschool-spirit,"
has become a unit in the progress of our school. No longer need
C741 'Wm that hackneyed subject be held before the students as something
MEM to aspire for. Now it needs only to be maintained. It has been
inculcated into every student so firmly that it will take years to
root it out.
The juniors started the year with the best Freshman reception that has
been given since that occasion became one of the events of our high school social
calendar. After a number of enthusiastic rallies, the football team piled up
some of the largest scores known in the county, incidentally winning the champion-
ship for the first time in years. The tennis players bested all their opponents-
The girls followed up their victories of last year with another basketball
championship. 1902 was the last year in which our boys defeated all the other
county high school teams in baseball. Two papers, in addition to the Sequoia,
came to light. NVhat was declared by critics to be the most successful amateur
dramatic offering ever given in Eureka played to a capacity audience at the
Imperial Theater. The standard of school work has been better.
All this is because the students have begun to take an interest in the
school, have begun to want to see it come out ahead. They have wo11 that for
which they have sought-school spirit.
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These are full years. We are watching history in rapid making, The
United States has cast her lot with tl1e belligerents. just how this step will
affect this nation's future cannot be forecast. The future must lose significance,
however, before the impending events of the present. These crucial days must
pass over a unified American nation and not find us a state whose security in
time of danger sways dangerously before political, religious, or racial prejudices.
No matter of what party, no matter of what religion, no matter of what race-
we are all Americans now-and we must all treasure the same deep devotion for
Our Flag. We must all resolve, here and now, to do our duty as light is given
us to see that duty.
STUCIBI11' Body OfffC81'6
B. PETERSON RAE C. McLAREN GEORGE WALDNER
MAE LORD PAGE CUTTEN ELIZABETH McMlLLAN
JOHN WAHL GEORGE WINZLER PAUL BARTLETI'
GLADYS WELTERS ROSA: BIGLER
KATHLEEN McKENZlE EDWARD ROBINSON ZELDA COPELAND
HELEN SMYTHE BERNICE WHITTEMORE
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industrial, social, and political progress depends upon organization,
X so is the spirit of the High School increased and enlivened by its
Team play always wins, whether in school or in the broader
field of life, each unit of the associated body giving strength and
encouragement to the other.
THE ASSOCIATED STUDENTS
The year 1916-17 has been a record breaker in the history of the Student
Body. The students have responded willingly and cheerfully to the call to duty
in both work and outside activities, and the splendid co-operation with their
officers has set a high standard for future classes to emulate. Much of the
proficiency is largely due to the efforts of the officers whose names follow:
Athletic Manager-Jean Langford-
Yell Leader-Brewer Peterson.
Editor-in-chief of the "Sequoia"-Rae McLaren.
Business Manager-John VVahl.
We wish to commend our Executive Committee for the performance of
its work, and the financial ability displayed by them. The fiscal affairs have
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been kept in good condition. The members for the year are:
Senior A-Zelda Copeland.
Senior B--Edward Robinson.
Junior A-Kathleen McKenzie.
junior B-Kenneth Stewart.
Sophmore A-Gladys Welter.
Sophmore B--Rosa Bigler.
Freshman A-Bernice Whittemore.
Freshman B-Henry Geering.
Faculty Representative--Miss Clarke.
PARENT TEACHERS' ASSOCIATION
The Parent-Teachers' Association has continued its active interest in
behalf of school welfare work, and we have come to look upon it as one of the
important organizations of our high school- Always anxious that youngsters
should have enough to eat, they have re-established their cafeteria. It also looks
after the school affairs of the seniors, and entertains them at a reception at least
once a year. Their officers for the year are:
President-Mrs. Walter Kildale.
Vice President-Miss Elzaida Hanson.
Secretary-Mrs. G. R. Georgeson.
Treasurer-Mrs. A. W. Hill.
With Miss Acheson as chairman ,assisted by Page Cutten, Mae Lord,
Clarissa Foster, and Brian Sanders, the Estimating Committee have performed
their task well in ascertaining the costs of the high school activities, and fixing
the price of the Student Body tickets.
The Freshmen's little Evergreen is distinguished for its freshness and its
greenness, and a vigorous use of pen and shears keeps it as fresh as a new mown
lawn. In the course of events we expect to see evolve from the galaxy of
literary stars which illumine the pages of the Evergreen, a Shakespeare, a
Milton, a Homer, and a Macaulay.
The Evergreen is published every six weeks and compares favorably with
other high school papers. The purpose of the paper is to encourage writing
with a literary style, and increase the facility of expression. Miss Fields is
general manager, ably assisted by Miss Helmer.
THE SOPHMORE BEE
The duties of the Sophmore Bee were to gather news as its namesake
gathers honey, and like its namesake, it survived but one season, and had some
pointed things in it. With honeyed words the paper won favor in the school.
It is not decided whether the Bee is to be or is not to be. If not to be, then it
will be a Bee no longer, but we hope the Sophs will have their Bee, and its
usefulness grow stronger.
The staff for the year was:
THE SEQUOIA as
Editor in Chief-Kenneth Stewart.
Associate Editor-Edmund Chisholom.
Reporters-Chispa Cairns, Lurline Freeman, Eldon A. Long and Shirley
Society Editor-Alice Rotermund.
Joke Editor-Edwin Skinner.
Business Managers--Henry McCurdy, Frances Smith and Harold Fraser.
Faculty Advisor-Elzaida Hanson.
THE RALLY COMMITTEE
For the first time in the Sequoia, the Rally Committee makes its bow to
the public. Though but nine months old, it is a husky youngster and has
already yelled itself into fame. Its hardest work is to rally a committee meeting.
Silence is golden therefore the committee will never be wealthy, for its chief
purpose is to make noise. As the noise of geese saved Rome, so has the rallying
noise of the committee frequently saved the day for Eureka.
Peterwn, McGeorge, Hunt and Davis
Winzler, Foster and Art Remell
These are the ones who put the pep
Into Eureka's victorious yell.
And with their yell we increased our fame,
When last we took the Ferndale game.
Ferndale wants her um-mama.
Ferndale, Ferndale, don't you cry,
The milk-man will be here, bye and bye."
Vice President -
Secretary Sz Treasurer
Faculty Adviser -
SENIOR CLASS 4-B
- Mae Lord
JUNIOR CLASS A AND B
Vice President -
Secretary 81 Treasurer
Faculty Adviser -
Vice President -
Secretary 81 Treasurer
Faculty Adviser -
- Miles Cloney
- Miss Henry
- Francis Smith
- Miss Hanson
Vice President -
Secretary Sz Treasurer
Faculty Advisers -
Vice President -
Secretary Sz Treasurer
- Lora Craig
FRESHMEN CLASS A AND B
Vice President -
Secretary 81 Treasurer
President - -
Secretary Sz Treasurer
- Edgar Peterson
- Miss Clarke
August 21, 1916.
School opens. Everybody is giving gay greetings, for the last time we
all met was when we were practicing for tl1e pageant which the High School
staged on the street corners on the Fourth of July. Eureka's Sweet Pea Carnival
was a glorious success and we are proud of our share of it.
Husted Heinrici has left school and gone into the Delco Lighting Plant
as his father's partner.
F. W. Zook, the evangelist spoke to the Student Body, at general assem-
bly. Mr. Adams sang a solo for us.
The "Sophmore Bee" appeared to-day for the first time this semester.
Dr. Rubinow and Mrs. Frances Noel spoke to us on Social Insurance at
General Assembly. Mr. llarnes, the veteran Odd Fellow, amused us with short
stories and songs.
Mr. Williams is back at school after being ill with pneumonia for a couple
of weeks. Miss Hanson had his Chemistry Classes and Miss Maud Hunter
substituted for her.
Mr. and Mrs. Regnier entertained us this evening by giving a typical day
in the life of a young musical couple. They are the first munber of the Lyceum
course, arranged by the Teacher's Club.
Mr. Neighbor is back! We are all so happy. He went away for a
month, but came home earlier to be here for the first Football and Basket Ball
games. While Mr. Neighbor was gone we had some "peppy" rallies. To-day,
we summed them all up when the Basket Ball girls presented "Maud Muller"
in pantomime. Helen Shaw as Maud was a scream. Marian Gross was a most
charming gurgling brook. The whole thing was killingly funny.
McClery and Runyun, vaudeville performers gave many catchy selections
on the banjo at General Assembly.
Eureka had a big bonfire rally. The final Basket Ball and Football
games are played in Fortuna tomorrow. After we had heard many speeches
and practiced our yells, we all serpentined down town and into the movies. The
whole rally was gay, but something was lacking. Jack Wahl was not there- He
was in Fortuna, at their bonfire rally. Mr. Nelson asked him to speak to the
students. He did, and made a true prediction. We beat Fortuna 82 to 0 in
Football, and 32 to 23 in Basket Ball.
Senator Gore of Oklahoma spoke at the Occidental. He is on the Lyceum
Course and spoke under the auspices of the Teachers Club.
"The Evergreen," a paper edited by the entering Freshmen, made its
initial appearance today. It is chiefly devoted to the literary work of the
"Nursing, and the Call for School-Nurses," was the topic of Anna C.
janime's speech at toflay's General Assembly.
This noon Jack Wahl was accidentally locked in the German room by
Miss McGeorge- Fortunately Mr. Westcott let him out before he had assimilated
too much German.
Wonder of Wonders! Mr. Misner let his typing class out as early as
Helen Ryan cleaned out her locker. Everybody offered to call Mr.
Breeden, the junkman: but Helen did it all herself.
The Orpheus Trio, gave an evening concert at the High.
The sun found Miss Henry on the front steps of the school this morning.
After Mr. Irons let her in, she started holding a reception, everyone being glad
to see her back after an attack of scarlet fever. Miss Kimball had her classes
while she was ill.
In General Assembly, the third and fourth year English classes gave a
program. Ruth Hilfiker and William Ellis had the leading parts in two scenes
from Pickwick Papers-
january 8, 1917.
School opens, and every one is writing "1916." We have two new
teachers. Mr. Brown is taking Mr. Williams' place as Instructor of the
Chemistry classes. Mr. Owen has left for Oakland, so Mr. Wells has his
Miss Wendte-in a plum colored dress.
Miss Hanson is back from the Hawaiian Islands. Miss Falk has been
teaching her Latin classes.
Class night. Harold Shanahan is scared of the dark, so didn't appear to
take his part in the skit. Clair Grifiths, however, took Harold's part admirably.
We have a new teacher, Mr. Goodenow, who has some English classes
and will teach in the night school.
All's clark and quiet around E. H. S. School's closed because of scarlet
fever in Eureka.
In spite of school being closed, the Hungarian Orchestra is giving a con-
cert at the High School building tonight. This closes the Lyceum course.
March 1. .
Helen Morey of Pacific Grove joined the 3-A Class.
School re-opens Miss Hanson and Miss Henry are detained in San
Francisco because of the slides on railroad. Miss Falk and Miss Kimball are
Miss Fields called away by her father's illness. Miss Amy Hunter is
Who believes in preparedness? Mr. Goodenow. U He's drilling in the
girl's basement every noon. "Silence reigns supreme," until Lurline Freeman
We have to make up the work we lost duriiig our enforced vacation.
School commences at 8:40 a. m., and closes at 3:45 p. m. Horrors!
"L0leta Tribe" left at 3:25 as usual, and were joined by the "Falk
Gang" and "Freshwater Brigade." Don't the rest of us wish we lived in the
Eureka-Ferndale debate. Our boys were splendid, even if the judges
did decide 2 to 1 in favor of Ferndale.
Problem for advanced thinkers! Why did not Anna Leveque and Merle
Briggs have their pictures taken with the rest of the Freshman class?
Groans issuing forth from the Juniors. Warren Hastings is so slow
Easter vacation and Institute combined.
Champion games in Baseball played in Eureka. Eureka versus Ferndale.
Arcata versus Fortuna. Eureka won the championship!
April 9. ,
Rev. A. A. Holmes spoke to the Student Body about "Material and Im-
material things." Do we think with our feet?
Miss Hanson says that we do.
Dr. Reinhart of Mills College addressed the Student Body.
September 15, 1916.
Ma Chere Amie:
At last I am going to write to you concerning my whereabouts. I am
settled in a small city called Eureka, attending an institution called High School.
It is not like the schools at home, mon amie. In fact this is a very social center.
One of the affairs happened on September 15, known as a "Student Body
Dance." It was a gay party. The young ladies were almost as artistically
attired as in my old dear France. A wonderful orchestra played, and the punch
was of the shade which Madame Cozette used. You remember the sensation?
These Americans do enjoy themselves almost as much as my Parisian
relatives. Well Chere Amie, more later of Les Soirees.
Ton Amie Devouee,
September 22, 1916.
I am glad you understand the English so well. There is no French spoken
here, and I must try to write in the American style.
Tonight I was again at that institution of learning. This time it was a
very queer performance. They called it a "Freshman Reception." It was far
from my idea of la grande reception, for here les pauvres enfants were made
to stand on an elevated platform and perform for the assemblage. They were
made to represent a circus company. There was a grand parade in which the
"Frosh" band figured. I assure you, mon amie, that it was a melodious com-
position which they rendered.
After much ado and merrimcnt, the whole circus company was served
with ice cream by the Juniors. The "juniors" are another class in the high
school, ma chere, and it is with them that I was interested when this took place.
Your Parisian cousin will soon be a real American, but do not worry be-
cause I will write to you often about les Americans and their affairs.
December 22, 1916.
Ma Chere Amie:
It is a long time since I have received a letter from you. It must be that
the war is affecting the mail system.
Here in America we do not have much time to think about the war, be-
cause it seems that every small part of the great Nation has its own business and
society. Even in the school of learning which I am still attending, we are con-
tinually being invited to some gay partie.
In December, it was the Alumni Dance, or to you, le bal des gradues. As
always, here in America, it was a most festive occasion. Favors were given the
dancers during what were called prize dances. Gay colored streamers were also
made use of, and these brought to close a joyous evening.
It was rivaled only, mon amie, by the banquet given in honor of the de-
parting ones, who have acquitted themselves creditably. During this reception,
the very intelligent ones favored the guests with toasts, and a dancing party
concluded the entertainment of the honored ones.
It is a very entrancing life, that we Americans lead, and when I am sure
that these letters reach you I shall tell you more of the bright side of a student's
April 13, 1917.
Ma bien aimee:
You are wondering why I have not written for so long, but it is because
so much of my time is occupied by attending the school which I have told you
For four weeks the schools of the city were closed in order to prevent the
spreading of a disease called 'scarlet feverf Now you see there have been no
more of the parties or receptions. All of our time is filled with the studies which
were forgotten during our vacation.
But I think by the time this reaches you, ma chere, we will again be back
to the old social life. The 'Seniors' will depart in june, and there will be a week
of receptions and parties. Also the entering class will be entertained with the
'Freshmen' who have been here since january.
I will tell you of these later, mon amie.
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Organization ofthe Orchestra
We were very fortunate on the opening of the fall term to have with ns
Mr. Williams who was skilled in music. School was hardly started when an
orchestra was formed under Mr. VVilliams' leadership. This orchestra met two
mornings each week at 8:15, and had such good practice that, by the time of
the Freshman reception two months later, it was able to render several fine selec-
tio11s. The music for the High School play in December was also furnished by
the orchestra. Mr. VVillian1s' illness and departure left our orchestra without a
leader. Since Mr. Goodenow came, there have been several attempts to reorgan-
ize the orchestra and organize a band, but as yet these attempts have failed.
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Before the Christmas holidays the proposition of a choral club was put up
before the student body by the president of the Board of Education, Mr. Fraser.
When school started again the spirit for a choral society was so high that a girls'
club of over seventy voices was organized under the leadership of Mr. Misner.
At the cominenceinent exercises of the mid-winter class the choral rendered a
couple of very fine selections. They have plans laid for many programs in the
future and we wish them much success.
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Many and varied are the courses our graduates take, but the two general
divisions are entrance into business life, or the quest of higher learning. Of
those who seek the latter path, some go to the Universities, many to the Normal
Schools, and others to Business Colleges, Art, and Law Schools. The where-
abouts of those graduates of the last three years are most interesting to those
now attending schoolg so we have endeavored to classify them according to their
At the University of California, or the Farm School at Davis:
'14-Mary Esther Hamilton, George Smith, Starr Hamilton QDavisj,
'15-Howard Baker, Eleanor Dickson, Leslie Langford fDavisj, Alice
Stewart, Carleton lVells, Mildred Swanson, Francis Hamilton, George Walters,
Helen -lewett, Randolph Sevier fDavisj, Ethel Urquhart.
'16-Miriam Lord, Austin Corbett, Irving Hovgaard.
At Stanford University:
Verne Langford, Lynn Veitor.
At the Humboldt Normal School, Arcata:
'14-Caroline Beckwith, Hattie Knudsen,
'15-Dorothy Asselstine, Dorothy Bond, Verna Bryan, Madeline Coonan,
Esther Hansen, Roberta Hansen, Agnes Hansen, Genevieve Hansson, Stella
Handelin, Anna Hill, Rose Hughes, Georgia Robb, Leona VVood, Doris Smith,
Mabel Allard, Esther Peterson, Elizabeth Foster, Burke Phillips.
'16-Emily Duprey, Florence Atwell, Evelyn Gray, Fay West, Ruth
Swanson, Marie Heasman, Fern Stenfort, Donald Philips.
Our Alumni of the last three years who have remained in Eureka:
'14-Carl Heinrici CCrown Printing Pressj, Irene Kay fStenographer,
Court Housej, Mildred Gale, Sarah McGillivray CMrs- K. Porterj, Muriel
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McFarlane fDr. Mercer's office nursej, Mitchell Irons, Grace Barnes fMrs.
Eugene Monroej, Katherine Hartin, Carl Wright, Doris Haw.
'15-Marian Ruport QNurse, Sequoia Hospitalj, Beth Zerland fNurse,
Sequoia Hospitalj, Frank Donahue fHinch, Salmon 8: Walsh Co.j, Robert
Watson QBayside Lumber Co.j, Hazel Emont fAssistant Comm. Dept. 'High
Schoolj, james Shaw, Helen Melendy CLibrarian, High Schoolj, Anne Donahue,
Florence Hitchcock QF. Hennies' Studioj, Mae Baumrucker fNursej, Margaret
Young fMrs. E. McWhinneyj, Viola Montgomery, Malcolm Kildale fKildale's
Preparatory Schoolj, Grace Mulford fStenographer for W. E. Dicksonj,
Howard Libby fBulwinklej.
'16-Beatrice Atwell fWestern Union Officej, Leslie Brewer Cwith
Turner, the Opticianj, Chester Connick fFirst National Bankj, Vernon Criss
fPost Graduate, Eureka Highj, Mae Danielson fWoolworth'sj, Lois Hunter,
Lola Hill, Mae Quinn, Lenora May QE. D- Misner's Secretary, High Schoolj,
Janet Sunter fDaly Brosj, Margaret Watson QPost Graduate, High Schoolj,
Clara Winzler fSequoia Hospital, X-ray Nursej.
At Business College:
'15-Zoea Hodgson, Clarence Olsen.
'16-Clyde Baird, Lee Clark, Holdey Lampela, Lyle Sarvis, Anshelm
Remell, Alma Loofbourrow.
Our Alumni who have married during the year:
'12-Valerie Sinclair QMrs. H. Whitneyj, Ellen Coombs fMrs. John
'15-Rilma Underwood fMrs. H. Fraserj, Helen Spindler fMrs. L.
Barkerj, Mildred Long QMrs. Philip Rutledgej, Gertrude Soules fMrs- G.
Robinsonj, Ruth Moorhead fMrs. I. Frenchj.
Some of the New Teachers from our alumni ranks:
Dea Witherall fMerced Falls, Cal.j, Ada Gerkey fBridgeville, Calj,
Miriam Fraser fHarris, Cal.j, Etta McIntosh fFieldbrook, Cal.j, Elinor
Freeman fElko, Nev.j, Emily McCurdy fBeatrice, Cal.j, Elinor O'Donnel
CKnee1and, Call, Olga Nordquist fEssex, Cal.j, Clara Hamaan CMendocino
Co., Cal.j, Marguerite Gossi fSan Francisco, Cal.j, Amelia Christie CSan
Francisco, Cal.D, Lucille Ballard QBurr Creek, Cal.j
Some of our alumni who are in San Francisco:
'14 William Cook, Blanche Witherall QLux Schooljg
'15 Irvin Carbray, Muriel Thatcher CArts and Craftsj, Cyril Cairns QLaw
Schoolj, Elmo Walsh, Colin Campbell CLaw Schoolj 5
'16 Geraldine Greenlaw, Zella Langford.
Where some of the others are:
,14 joseph Lane CStocktonj 3
'15 Ernest Shaw CPostoffice, Arcata, Cal.jg Glenn Timmons, QSurveyor,
Cal.J3 Florence Campbell, CSan jose Normallg Esther Merkey, QSan Jose
Normalj 3 Edith Norman, fNurse, Cal.j 5
'16 Doris Sinclair, CNurse, Royal Victoria Hospital, Montreal, Canadaj:
Edward Nagley, QTacoma, Washingtonj
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On the evening of March 10, Rae
McLaren Argyle Desmond and William
Ellis journeyed to Ferndale to appear for
the Eureka High School in the annual
The question was: Resolved, "That
Sonle Regular Military Training Be Re-
quired of All Boys of High School Age,
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e I ' ' less Physically Disabled.
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Our side ll17IlClll the affirnlative, while Ferndale Union High ll1JIlClil the
Ilut on tllis evening Fate was not so propitiolls as before and-we lost.
It all happened just this way: Rae McLaren, Argyle Desmond, and Willialll
Ellis were sent fronl Eureka Iligh to win the debate. Now Mr. Aggeler, Mr.
llarbers and Mr. Kelsey of Ferndale had decided likewise. The hearts of these
six ambitious yfjllllg people beating as one, they heard the shot, and were off.
Shells of exposition, argumentation, and refutation were hllrled before the
bewildered judges as each team advanced boldly from its trenches Zlllfl defied the
other on the open field. However, despite our heroic efforts, Eureka High was
forced to retreat, leaving Ferndale High in undisputed possession of the field.
ARGYLE DESMOND RAE C. McLAREN WILLIAM ELLIS
It is a pleasure to look over the exchanges we have received, but they are
too few in number- Some are above criticism and need no advice, but the pur-
pose of the Exchange Department is to give advice and the Exchange editor's
duty is to find a flaw if possible. The papers that we consider as not first class
have, however, some good ideas or departments.
"Azalea," Sebastopol, Calif.: We enjoyed reading your paper. The ath-
letic department shows school spirit, and your stories are excellent, but not enough
"The Alpha," Oroville, Calif.: You are one of the best. Very artistic
book and excellent stories.
"Aurora," Anderson, Calif.: We like your paper but think you could im-
prove it by adding snaps. Your book shows careful work.
"Acta," Exeter, Calif.: We liked your pictures of the athletes in action.
Some good poetry would help your book. Organizations show careful work.
"Breath of Oceanfl Fort Bragg, Calif.: Your departments need enlarg-
ing, especially your literary department. Snaps and drawings would improve the
"Cardinal,,' Corning, Calif.: Your book is artistic, but more time should
be spent on the literary department. We consider jokes among the advertise-
ments as a very good idea.
n "Caduceus," Chico, Calif.: Your book is complete and well arranged. The
athletic and literary departments are excellent. We enjoyed reading "School
"The Dawn," Esparto, Calif.: We suggest one paper annually. Your
literary department could be improved.
"El Cardo," Fallbrook, Calif.: Your book needs enlarging. The literary
department could be improved, and where is your index?
. "Four Corners," Portland, Me.: Your book could be improved. Adver-
tisements best in the back of the book. Where is your index? You have too
much light poetry.
"Gold and White," Sutter, Calif.: Your paper needs more cartoons and
snaps. "The Part of the Railroad In War" is well written.
"La Revistaf' Ventura, Calif.: Your cover is very artistic, but where are
your index and your alumni? You could have a good music department.
"The Monitor," Weaverville, Calif.: Your editorial is very interesting,
and your dramatics are well written up. More poems and cuts would better your
paper. Your literary department needs no advice.
"Manzanita," Le Grand, Calif.: You have a splendid joke department
and an artistic cover. There is not enough variety in your stories.
"Orange and Black," Coalinga, Calif.: "Brief History of Coalinga" is
very interesting. Your paper needs more jokes and stories. Snaps and draw-
ings would help the appearance of the book.
"The Purple and White," Madera, Calif.: You should be proud of your
book. The athletic department needs enlarging, and we wish you success in
"The Skull," Calaveras, Calif.: You have a fine paper- Your cuts are
excellent, your jokes are original, and your paper shows class spirit. The debate
under title of "Discussion" shows careful preparation.
"Saint," San Andreas, Calif.: Do not let dancing take the place of your
athletics. You need more original jokes. "The New School Ma'am" is an in-
"Sequoya," Redwood City, Calif.: Your book is very complete with the
exception of your exchange department. Where are your criticisms? We en-
joyed reading your stories and especially "Sammy."
"The Tucsonianf' Tucson, Arizona: Why not combine your copies and
publish a paper annually? Your josh and athletic departments are good.
"Tokay," Lodi, Calif.: Your paper is above criticism. The Exchange
department speaks well for the school. We enjoyed reading "Turtle Soup" and
"Soul of the Music."
"Trident," Brewer, Me.: Your paper needs enlarging and your literary
department could be improved. Where is your index?
"Yuba Delta," Marysville, Calif.: Your cover and table of contents are
very artistic. More time should have been spent on literary department instead
of class history. Your jokes are original and your paper shows school spirit.
The following are other magazines and papers which we received with
"Arts and Crafts," Berkeley, Calif.
"The Daily," Palo Alto, Stanford University.
"Polygraph," Riverside, Calif.
"Progress," Oleander, Calif.
"Society News," Oakland, Calif.
"Weekly Trident," Santa Cruz, Calif.
"The Rail Splitter," Los Angeles, Calif.
"High Life," Pasadena, Calif.
SLAMS AND SALAAMS.
This fThe Sequoiaj ranks with the "Olive and Goldv as one of the very
best in the state. Here earnest attention is paid to every detail and splendid
editorial direction have produced a magazine of which the school may well be
proud,-"La Revista," Ventura.
Yours fThe Sequoiaj is a very neat book. You should be proud of your
many musical organizations.-"Azalea,'' Sebastopol.
"THE MAN FRCJM HOME"
ECEM BER first marks an epoch in the llistory of Eureka lligh
School, for on that date "The Man From Homeu was produced with
brilliant success. It was one of the most difficult performances that
the school has ever undertaken, and the members of the cast deserve
the highest commendation for their caretul and spirited reproduction
of the drama. Above all, Miss Fields receives our unbounded
gratitude for her wonderful skill in training the actors and actresses.
Miss Ethel Granger Simpson-VVinifred Cave.
Countess de Champigney-Dorothy Nesman.
Lady Creech-Minnie Petty.
"Man from Home"-Harold Shanahan.
Earle of Hawcastle-Rae McLaren.
Almeric, son of Hawcastle-Page Cutten.
Horace Granger-Simpson-Everett Brown.
Grand Duke-David Woocl.
Duke's Secretary-Eldred Bosley.
Valet de Chambre-Kenneth Stewart-
French VVaiter-Brian Menzies.
Italian Soldier-Francis Mahan.
Italian Soldier-Harold Fraser,
Un the last Friday before the Christmas vacation, a Dickens program was
presented, because Dickens, more than any other man, has crystallized the
Christmas spirit. The presentation of two scenes from "Pickwick Papers" was
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given by the second and third year English classes, under the coaching of Miss
Fields. The execution was clever and was well appreciated by the enthusiastic
HSCUIIVCS in a Waiting Room"
The great dramatic ability of the Senior B class was ably demonstrated
ny a short performance given on the evening of january 18th, when "Scenes
in a VVaiting Room" were enacted before a large and appreciative audience.
"The Wild Rave"
Next on the calendar of dramatics comes the operetta entitled "My XVild
Rose." which is to be staged by the choral class in the near future.
CAST.-"THE MAN FROM HOME
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Standing-E Bosley, A. Desmond, D. Lambert, T. Jackman, S. Falk, fCaptJg R. Smith, M. Cloney, M. McGrath,
D. Wood, Coach, Westcott. Lower row--H. McDonald, F. Mahan, R. Bohmansson, O. Carlson,
A. Remell, H. Fraser, P. Connick, C. Mitchell
Eureka lost the Annual Interscholastic Track and Field Meet to Ferndale
High by the score of 53 to 59. Three schools were entered in the meet 5 Eureka
High, Ferndale High, and Fortuna High, with Fortuna securing 10 points.
The meet was close throughout, our team fighting to the end, but losing
by the close margin of six points.
Captain Sted. Falk was the star of the meet, making a total of 24 points
for his team.
The results are as follows:
Mile Run-Ring, Fortuna, Williams, Ferndale, Sevier, Eureka, Time
50-Yard Dash-Falk, Eurekag Boren, Fortunag Hicks, .Ferndale. Time,
100-Yard Dash-Falk, Eureka, Lambert, Eureka, Hicks, Ferndale. Time,
High Jump-Francis, Ferndale, Falk, Eureka, Obar, Fortuna. Height,
5 ft. 6 in.
220-Yard Dash-Falk, Eureka, Hicks, Ferndale, Jackman, Eureka. Time,
Broad Jump-Hicks, Ferndale, Bosely, Eureka, Francis, Ferndale.
Distance 20 ft 1 1-2 in.
440-Yard Dash-Hicks, Ferndale, Jackman, Eureka, Cloney, Eureka.
Pole Vault-Francis, Ferndale, Langford and D. Falk of Eureka tied.
llcight 9 ft. 5 in.
Low Hurdle-Falk, Eureka, Haas, Ferndale, Remell, Eureka. Time
Shot Put-Kemp, Ferndale, Lambert, Eureka, Hicks, Ferndale. Distance
45 Ft. 1:3-4 in.
880-Yard Run-Goble, Ferndale, Hicks, Ferndale, Ring, Fortuna. Time
High Hurdle-Francis, Ferndale, Waldner, Eureka, Skinner, Eureka.
Javelin-Hadley, Ferndale, Kemp, Ferndale, Falk, Eureka. Distance
146 ft. 1:1-2 in.
Relay-Eureka. Won by Falk, Bosely, Cloney, Fraser, and Jackman.
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Standing--E. Matheson, J. Wahl, C. Smith, M. Sanders, fCnpt.J3 G. Waldner, D. Lambert, K. Sevier, S. Falk,
Coach, Westcott. Lower row--J. Barkdull, D. Wood, H. McGrath, '1'.-Iackman. F. Mahan,
G Geering, G. Winzler, F. Davis
EUREKA VS. FERNDALE, AT EUREKA
On October 28, 1916, the Red and Green triumphed over the Red and
White at Ferndale in the first football game of the season, by the score of 53
to 13. At no period was Ferndale able to shake down our lead of two touch-
downs made in the first fifteen minutes of play.
The second quarter started with the same vim and fire shown by our team
in the first quarter. When the gun announced the end of tl1e first half, the
score stood: Eureka 25, Ferndale O.
Then, with the odds against them and their hopes low, the visitors came
I . . .
Jack in the second half with two touchdowns and a kicked goal, made by Jen-
nings and Hansen.
llut Ferndale's spurt did not last. VValdner was pushed over for two
touc ldowns and Matheson for one, in the third quarter. NVith three kicked goals
as Z1 reminder by Lambert, our score swelled to 46.
90 THE SEQUOIA
With one more touchdown in the last quarter by Captain Sanders, the
gun announced the end of the game, the final score standing 53 to 13 in favor
of the Red and Green.
EUREKA VS ARCATA, AT EUREKA
Eureka won her second game of the series on November 6th, by defeat-
ing Arcata 53 to 0.
The game was slower than the previous one with Ferndale, but still the
score showed us to be still on the road for the championship.
EUREKA VS FORTUNA, AT FORTUNA
By defeating Fortuna on Saturday, November 18th, in the last game of
the series, Eureka won the county championship in football, for the first time
in many years.
The game started, Fortuna kicking to Eureka, and after being downed on
Fortuna's thirty yard line, a forward pass to Falk, resulting in a touchdown,
and a kicked goal gave us seven points. Eureka made three more touchdowns
and a kicked goal in the first quarter, making our score 26 to Fortuna's O.
In the second quarter the Red and Green scored three touchdowns and
a kicked goal, making the score 45 to 0.
At the end of the third quarter, Eureka had scored a total of 69 points
to Fortunais 0.
In the last quarter Fortuna got the ball within two feet of a touchdown,
but in three line bucks failed to put the ball over, so the ball went to Eureka.
Eureka kicked from danger. Lambert and Falk each made touchdowns in the
last quarter, and at the end of the game the score stood: Eureka 81, Fortuna O.
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Standing--Mayo Davis. Helen Shaw. Second row--Ella Sonles, Clarissa Foster, Beryl Adams.
Sitting--Winifred Cave, Marion Gross, Evelyn Joyce, fCapt.Jg Alice Lambert, Dorothy Falk
EUREKA V S FERNDALE, AT EUREKA
The Girls' Basketball Team won their first game Saturday, October 25,
1916 from Ferndale, the score being 39 to 11. Alice Lambert and Dorothy Falk
were the point-winners for Eureka, while Captain Evelyn Joyce, Winifred Cave
and Marian Gross kept Ferndale's score low.
EUREKA VS ARCATA, AT EUREKA
Eureka defeated the Areata girls in their second game of the series, by
a score of 37 to 8- The game was played November 6, 1916 on the home
EUREKA VS FORTUNA, AT FORTUNA
Our girls brought home the championship from Fortuna by defeating
them in the fastest and most exciting girls' basketball game witnessed in many
years. This game was played in Fortuna on November 18, 1916. The final
score was: Eureka 32, Fortuna 23.
Capt. E. Joyce-Center.
Side Centers-H. Shaw and M. Davis.
Guards-VV. Cave, M. Gross, E. Soules.
Forwards-D. Falk, B. Adams, A. Lambert, C. Foster.
Standing-ACoaeli, Westcott: Miles Cloney, George Waldner, fCapt.l, Kenneth Sevier, Donald Lambert.
Lower row--Bruce Gillette, Arthur-Remell ,jean Langford
EUREKA VS FERNDALE, AT FERNDALE
Eureka was unable to play her preliminary basketball games on account
of scarlet fever quarantine, but as Ferndale won both her preliminaries, Eureka
played Ferndale on the latte1"s eourt, on Monday night, Feb. 27th, for the county
The game was one of the fastest and most exciting ever played on any
llumboldt court. The floor, being slippery, caused many "spills" and missteps,
but despite this both teams played exceptionally well. At the end of the first
half the score stood 22 to 10 in favor of Ferndale.
In the second half Eureka outelassed her opponent, making 13 points to
l:C1'llilZl.lC'S 7. But this was not enough to overcome Ferndale's lead. VVhen the
final whistle blew the score stood: Ferndale 29, Eureka 23.
Lineup: Forwards-Langford and Remell. Guards-Lambert and Sevier.
Center-lValdner QCapt.j Subs.-Cloney and Gillette.
Standing--Coach, Westcottg Donald Lambert, QCapt.J, Howard Christie, jean Langford, Chas. Falk, Drury Falk,
Stedman Falk. Lower row--Melvin Sanders, Edward Robinson, Albert Orman, Arthur Remcll, jos. Warren,
Eureka gets the County Intcrseholastie Base Ball Championship for 1917
by winning three straight games and losing none.
EUREKA vs. FGRTUNA
The first game was with Fortuna, played on the home diamond XVednes-
day, April 28. Eureka won, 7 to 2.
Fortuna was unable to hit Lambert to any advantage, while tl1e rest of
the team backed up their pitcher with first class playing.
EUREKA vs. ARCATA
The second game, with Areata, was played on the home grounds Saturday,
March 31. Areata succeeded in making only one run, while Eureka piled up
twelve. Lambert's pitching was again the feature of the game.
EUREKA vs. FERNDALE
The third and last game was played VVednesday, April 4, with Ferndale,
on the home grounds. Our team played almost errorless ball, and scored 9 runs,
while Ferndale failed to score, giving us the County Championship.
After the Eureka-Ferndale game, Fortuna and Arcata met to decide
Arcata won from Fortuna, giving Arcata second place in the series, while
Ferndale captured third place.
A. Reniell, Center.
E. Orman, Catcher.
M. Sanders, F. B.
D. Lambert, fCapt.j P.
S. Falk, T. B.
H. Christie, S. S.
J. Langford, S. B.
C. Falk, R. F.
E. Robinson, L. F.
Subs-J. Warren and D. Falk.
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EUREKA VS. FERNDALE, AT EUREKA
Eureka began her athletic career for 1916-17 by winning the preliminaries
in tennis from Ferndale on September 30th. Eureka took three out of the five
events, boys' doubles, mixed doubles and girls' singles.
EUREKA YS. ARCATA, AT EUREKA
In the second and last tournament, on October 7th, Eureka won three out
of five events from Arcata, thereby winning the county championship. The
winners were: Dorothy Falk, Girls' Singles: Page Cutten and Archie Sinclair,
Boys' Doublesg Elizabeth McMillan and Frank Pidgeon, Mixed Doubles. The
rest of the team consisted of Leon Loweuthal, Boys' Singlesg Alice Lambert and
Elsie Bohmansson, Girls' Doubles.
Mr. Neighbor-Where is Jack Wahl today?
Miss McGeorge--He went fishing.
Mr. Neighbor-Fishing? What for?
Miss McGeorge-For tuna, I suppose.
Sevier-NN'onder what would happen if you poured some beer into hot
Lambert-Get steam beer, of course.
Mr. Neighbor to VVyman-VVell, Harold, why were you absent yesterday?
ll. Wyman-I had a sick headache.
Mr. Neighbor to Curry-Well, Douglas, why were you absent?
Douglas-I had a sick headache-
Mr. Neighbor-You fellows must have been drinking out of the same
Curry-Oh, no, sir, we each had one of our own.
Mr. Brown-What is the name of the acid which has the formula, lll?
Mr. Brown-Mr. Connick, tell us how to make matches.
Connick-The easiest way to fall in love.
Miss XVendte-.-Xnd on Christmas night Washington crossed the Delaware
with boatloads of provisions. What did the British think when they first saw
Ulmstead-I don't knowp but, being Christmas, maybe they thought it was
M. Cloney-How does that man keep his pants on without suspenders?
G- VVinzler-Oh, he has an iron constitution, and a magnetic personality.
98 THE SEQUOIA
I Want Someone to Call Me Dearie"-Carolyn Rew.
"Gee, I Wish I Had a Girl."-Francis Mahan-
I'm Afraid of You."-Pearl Richardson.
I'm Married Now."-Brud Lambert.
I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now P"-Robert Johnston.
"All My Girls."--John Wahl.
I'm Afraid to Go Home in the Dark."-Freshies.
Meet Me Tonight in Dreamland."-F. O'Donnell.
"Pretty Baby."Clair Griffith.
That's How I Need You."-Earl Matheson.
You're a Dangerous Girl."-Elaine Carbray.
"Oh, You Beautiful Doll."-B Adams.
Some Boy."-Leon Loewenthal.
DATES TO BE REMEMBERED.
1. When Frances Smith wasn't talking.
2. When W. Cave didn't stand before the mirror.
3. When Sted. Falk didn't see Alice for a week.
4. When the Freshies gave a dance.
5. When F. O'Donnell had a sweetheart all her own.
6. When Rae was fat and Stoffer thin.
7. VVhen Elaine wasn't giggling.
Wesley Wahl Qin historyj-And it was through George Washington that
the first shot in a great war was fired.
CARRYING OUT THE FIGURE.
Christie-The colonies were just like fruity they stayed on the tree till
they got ripe, then they started out for themselves.
EN LA CLASS DE ESPANOL.
Miss Henry-VVhat is the word for butter?
Miss Henry-Give the article.
Miss Henry-You wouldn't say "a butter,"' would you-unless you meant
Wise Freshy-Been playing tennis?
Leon Loewenthal-Naw, of course not, I've only been raising a racket.
Mr. Neighbor fat noonj-It is such a nice day that every one ought to be
Jessie Dickson-Oh no, the wind blows your hair all down.
Mr. Neighbor-What do you care as long as it is fastened on one end?
THE RAPE OF THE NOTES
QAlways apologizing to Pope.j
What sweet and amorous words from pencils flow,
And of the mighty troubles that they sow,
I sing. This verse is for our English Muse,
So halting meter and limping rhyme excuse.
Say what strange motive, Goddess, then could make
A High School youth two notes to take?
Oh say what stranger cause not yet in sight
Could make two persons such sweet missives write?
All still and silent was the assembly hall,
Save where the little whispers rose, and books did fall
The teacher made a visit to the anteroom
Where roisterers and talkers meet their doom.
Belinda roseg and quick the chance did seize
To toss a note on Hector Folly's knees.
So Hector read the note, his hopes ran high,
He seized a pen and hasten'd to reply.
One yard from Hector's side sat Patrick Mear,
A footballer who scorned the name of fear.
Although our Pat smooth blarney could recite,
A tender note was beyond his-powers to write.
He knew in scribbling honey'd words, and dear,
Hector and Belinda were without a peer.
He thought to learn the epistle writing trade,
To take the notes and see how they were made.
Pat grasped the notes, and from the room he started,
Up sprang our Hector, and for the robber darted.
The amazed Belinda blushed and paled and sighed,
Then Hector stamped his foot and fiercely cried,
"By the assembly dictionary, I swear,
Unless you drop those notes I'll pull your hair,
Return, Oh wretch, the missives clasp'd in your fist,
Or I'll get mad and slap you on the wrist."
So spake brave Hector, Patrick stopped right short,
The pillager turned and said with angry snort,
"While ink from fountain pen in cascades flies,
So long as our noble lads wear bright hue'd ties,
Or while 'You please pass down,' the teachers say,
In morning study-halls when students play.
When all our U. S. History class gets 'one',
And when the football team from a mouse will run,
When all these things have hap't and four-score more,
Then Iill give up the notes, but not before.
The Principal enter'd and took the notes away,
Down sat the heroes without a word to say.
And twice the Principal re-read each note,
He shook his head, and slow and sad did quote,
"Oh shades of oats, Germea and HO,
Of all the mush this is the worst I know.
However, I'll read the notes to all of you
So you can see how awful are billets-doux.
"Beloved Hector," so the heading ran,
"My dearest, ownliest love, my handsome man,
The sight of you has healed my aching heart,
Which broke last night when we did sadly part,
I tried to study, but on the printed page
Your own dear face appear'd a desert mirage,
I went outdoors and gaz'd at the starlit sky,
Thinking, 'Love like ours can never die.'
Of history, English, German, I don't know much,
With the teachers I'm very afraid I'll get in Dutch-
I know Lincoln cross'd the Delaware in seventy-five,
But outside that, I don't know I'm alive.
Yet teachers I'll face, without fear of doom,
If you'll walk home with me this afternoon.
Time flies as fast as light, so I will close,
I remain your sweetheart, Belinda Sacerosef'
The note of Hector's thus began, "Oh deariest one,
There lives no happier being under the sun,
Not Ceasar when the Chinese Empire he gainid,
Or Fortuna's baseball team whene're it rain'd,
Not pardon'd prisoners just 'scap'd the noose,
Or tippler refreshed with joy-making juice:
Were ever so lucky as I, or felt such bliss,
How could you think a walk with you I'd miss?
The coach said, 'Everyone out for practice to-night
Or else to the roof to fly a little kite.'
Let coaches, janitors, teachers, perish all,
But always I'll be at your beck and callf'
Here ended the note, the reader had to stop.
He paused and said: "I will let this matter drop,
Fine literature it is, so the notes I'll keep,
But other writers of notes, a dire fate shall meet."
Some thought the notes were toss'd in basket or fire,
But no! They're with other things students desire,
Where "ones" and "two's" get lost under inkspots,
And "fours" and "fives" are kept in carload lots.
Then cease, fair lovers, the loss of the notes to mourn
For all my story was in imagination born.
TAKEN FROM EX- PAPERS
1. Heraldry is the science of recording one's geniality.
2. On Sir Lancelot's shield was the picture of a Red Cross Knight kneel-
ing to a Lady with a Yellow background.
3. Horatius was a tall night.
4. Rome was founded by a wolf.
5. Horatius pierces his sword thru Astur's face which comes out from
the back of his head a hand's breadth.
6. Must is immigrated grape juice.
7. They watched the enemy reproach.
8. We should read good and attentive books.
9. Coleridge wrote the Ancient Mariner because he was unbalanced from
the use of opium.
10. Coleridge married young. Soon after he took opium.
11. At the age of eight, Coleridge's father died.
A young lady at a summer resort asked an artist friend if he would do a
small favor for her. He said, "Sure," She said, "I wish you would stop at Mr.
Gannon's Shop, and get three large bone buttons, the kind with two small holes in
them. They are for my new bathing suit, you know 3 just tell him who I am and
it will be all right. You need not pay for them."
Now the artist was a bachelor and he had never bought anything but collar
buttons before. So on the way to the store he kept repeating the instructions he
had received. Eager to relieve his mind, he rushed up to Mrs. Gannon. "I want
three bone buttons for a small bathing suit, with two large holes in it. just tell
me who I am and it will be all right."-Exchange.
Mr. Owens-What is a Homogeneous atmosphere?
M. Sanders-Homogeneous. Why, sure, that's the atmosphere around
Mr. Wescott-Sam, what relation has a radius to a tangent.
Sam. Pink-A radius touches the inside of a circle while a tangent touches
Mr. Goodnow fin Commercial Eng.j-Form a noun from the adjective
A little girl came past just as our track squad came trotting onto the field-
She hesitated, and after giving their costumes a hasty "once over," yelled out,
"Shame on you!"
Alice Smith-They built roads and improved rivers and harbors in the
Philippines and also sent teachers over there and educated them.
Romeo-Oh, Juliet, I donlt feel pretty well now, I have a horse in my
juliet-Nein, das is not right, you mean you have a colt in your head.-Ex.
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THE WRECK OF THE GOOD H-3
CWith apologies to Coleridgej
It is a gay young sailor boy,
And he stoppeth maidens three,
"By thy jaunty air and sparkling eye,
Now what can be want with me P"
He held me with his strong young hand,
"There was a ship," said he.
"How dare you hold my hand," I said.
"Do not make bold with me."
"The submarine went speeding on,
The look-out heaved a sigh,
For through the fog banks to the left
A smoke stack he did spy-
And to the captain down below,
His voice came loud and clear,
'The ship Cheyenne lies off to port,
Now that seems rather queerf
Said Captain Bogush in command,
'Follow her quick, my man !'
Then came a ghastly, sickening thudg
She landed deep in sand.
And then there came both fog and wind,
And it was wondrous cold,
The waves broke o'er the submarine,
The crew crouched in the hold.
'Too late, too late !' the lad did cryg
'The stack which I see still,
Is not the good old ship Cheyenne,
But the Samoa Mill!'
The life savers, both hard and long,
Did work these men to save,
They came ashore in Breeches-buoy,
Through many a chilly wave.
And now, all in their own countree,
They dwell proud as can be,
And tell great tales to grandchildren
Of the wreck of the good H-3."
-Elizabeth McMillan, '17
"AT'S RIGHT !" '
During the first football game, two Freshmen girls were watching portly
Thaddeus Jackman as he strutted along the side lines.
First Girl Cindicating the proud childj-Oh, there's Ted Jackman! What
position is he playing?
Second Girl--Some one told me-but I forgot-Oh, yes, he's one of the
backs-the drawback-I think.
Mr. Wells' first day Qtelephone ringsj-Hello! yes, er-what-Pidgeon
flooks around roomj. Why no Mr. Neighbor there are no birds in here.
Miss Helmer--Mr. Christie do you know that your careless reading is
causing the class and myself much excruciating agony?
Christie-Yes, me too.
All hail our Ted with cheeks of red,
By twelve on Sat- hels always in bed.
Ile was a tackle on the football eleven,
In brawn and muscle equal seven.
Ted is a prince when girls are near.
For beauty shines from ear to car,
S0 here's to Ted with cheeks of red,
Arcata's fear, Fortuna's dread.
To the Freshman:
Do you know Wesley, the freckled lad,
He says he's getting slim,
If you want the latest fad,
just go and look at him.
Epitaph on Cutten's Monument:
Here lies that little Englishman of ours.
May he peaceably rest,
Beneath these roses and other flowers,
He always was a pest.
Miss Helmer-after boys' recitation on the Government of the Fiji Islands
-Now give your report on Circe.
B. Peterson Cstartledj-I don't know anything about the governmental
situation in Circe.
Here he wondered why Miss Helmer had hysterics.
Dame Rumor had it that Miss Hanson was to be married. Her Latin
classes feared that it was true. They were much relieved one afternoon when
Miss Hanson correcting a sentence, in which the subject had been made plural,
remarked: "Don't you know "I" is always single PM
1. What is the exact size of Doggy Waldner's feet?
2. Is the "beef and tallow trustl' entrenched in the Eureka High School?
3. What does the letter H signify on Mr. VVestcott's sweater?
4. Are the Crowes and Pidgeons as thrifty as the other birds around the
S. Does Don Wyman still like George's-son?
6. What is the color of Miss Wahl"s latest hosiery?
Miss Helmer-What was Bryant's reason for writing "T he Death of the
Z. Thurston-In memory of tl1e death of his finance.
MEDITATIONS OF AN UPPER CLASSMAN
Those freshmen think they are so big,
When they come here to school.
That if you'd measure them, you'd have
To get a ten foot rule.
Miss Wendte-Recite the oath of office of the President of the United
Page falways originalj-I hereby swear that I will execute the President
of the United States, but will do my best to protect, defend, and preserve his
Helen Delaney was giving Helen Barry words to spell.
Helen D-I can't spell the next word.
Helen B-Spell it for me, and I'll know what word to spell.
Miss Hunter-Did Shakespeare ever use the word "azure"?
Miss Hunter-And may I ask when?
Elaine Carbray-When he wrote, "As Yer Like It."
Miss Helmer-Give me a good syllogism.
Mr. Brown-Conant, what are you smelling?
Conant-I inhaled some chlorine gas.
Mr. Brown-What difference does that make?
Conant-The ammonium hydroxide is to neutralize the chlorine and save
me from getting a bleached out complexion.
Blanche Hodges-Is Zane Grey a man?
Selma Larson-No, I saw a picture of Zane Grey in a magazine, and he is
a woman. .
L. Freeman-I have lost my Pace.
Silly Soph.-Use your trot.
Mr. Brown in chemistry-Some of the products of petroleum are kerosene,
Clair Griffiths-"Does Bandoline come in that group too ?"
Miss McGeorgc i11 German--Miss Lord, tell us about the students in Ger-
Mae-Well-Oh, they only wear caps.
A bright history student-After Lincoln died, he was not i11 a position to
hold office of President.
Junior-Doesnyt Ruth Kingston think she is stuck up?
Junior-Because she sat down on a piece of gum.
Miss Acheson in solid Geometry--Only one plane can be passed through
three points not in the same line.
Jack-How about an Aeroplane?
Mr- Sanders-David, you may remain after school.
David Wood-Did my parents give you permission to keep me after
Advertisement seen in the Humboldt Times. H
I, Jack VVahl, do hereby promise to do my best to break up every case con-
tracted in High School.
Helen M. fLibrarianj-Lane Falk, are you looking anything up?
L. Falk--Yes, am I not always looking up?
Helen M.-Yes, at the girls.
Cutten-1. All policemen have big feet.
2. Waldner has big feet.
3. Therefore Waldner is a policeman.
Miss Helmer--Is that true?
Cutten-Almost, he's sergeant-at-arms of the Student Body.
K. Sevier-Did you see those autos skid?
M. Hamilton-Sir, how dare you call me that?
Wyman-Haven't I seen you somewhcres?
Leon-Oh, yes, I go there frequently.
Miss Clarke-Do you know Lincoln's Gettysburg Address?
A Wop-I thought he lived at the Wliite House.
Miss VVendte Ctaking the rollj-Now, pupils, all take your seats while I
run rapidly around the room.
Edna Loofbourrow fgiving description of Indian Government in History
3Bj-and they had a chief who was divided into tribes.
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112 THE SEQUOIA
They step and strut and prance around,
With such important airs.
That if they don't look where they're going,
They'll break their necks downs stairs.
It's getting pretty bad, when boys,
With knicker-bockers small,
And girls with pig tails flying out,
Do decorate our hall.
But the same was true four years ago,
They all made such a fuss,
Because of course we couldn't see,
Ourselves as they saw us.
Geo. Waldner to Kathleen McKenzie-
Geo.-Say! A blush only creeps up your face, because if it ran it would
kick up too much dust.
Miss Wendte Cto B. A. Peterson after he had finished recitingj. Your
answers are enough to make a person's hair stand on end.
Peterson-Well, mine does.
The Gong had sounded loud and long,
And throughout the hall ineone great throng,
Students hurry to their destination,
Each prepared for a bright recitation.
There's a hum of voices great and small,
There dodging and dashing of big and tall,
And one little boy with very big feelings,
Fills a Junior's pocket with banana peelings.
A six foot Senior with an important air,
F rightens a Freshey with a cold glassy stare.
And here are those giggling Sophomore girls,
With their frivolous ways and beautiful curls.
The tardy bell rings, the doors now close.
Left empty the hallways in silence dose,
But soon a few who are usually late,
Go to the office to meet their sad fate.
. N. P. '19,
Miss Henry fin Spanish 1.3-When a woman in Spain is married she adds
her husband's name to her maiden name with tl1e preposition de, as-Senora Rosa
Goldos de Alarcon.
C. Griffith-The preposition de shows possession, doesn't it?
Q.-Xdapted from Chaucer, by M. LORD, '18
The influences of the Breezy spring
Whan that llerlye with her smiles sote
The heart of Leon had perced to the rote,
And worthy Clair jean, her glances coy
llestowed hadd tel on ful mony a boy,
And Stedman eek with his soulful sigh
Reposed hath in Alice's steptel ey:
And smalle knights do maken melode
Under the window of hir fair ladye :-
Ilifel that, in that seson on a day
A nottel on the assembly floor did lay.
The principal, a worthy man is he,
llut somdel stern : that note he did see.
Sayde he, "NVhat foulishness is this, row,
VVho hath bin wryting love notes now P"
Introduction to Character Sketches That Follow
Ilut natheless whyl I have tyme and space
Er that I further in this tale pace,
Me thinketh it accordaunt to resoun
To tell yow al the condicioun
Of high school Students fat and thinne,
Ad at "Fat" Robinson wol I first beginne.
He was a lord ful fat and in good point,
And eek his face as he haddtel bin anoint.
His eyen braun as is a berye,
An athlete I Pl he was, a wanton and a merye-
'Twas Frensh she spak ful fair and fetishly,
I-Ier goune was made of purple, verray semely.
ller mouth ful small and therto softe and reed,
llut sikerly she had a faire foreheed.
Iflis resons he spak ful solempnely
Souning alway thencrees of our sinning,
No-wher so bisy a man as he there nas
And yet he semed bisier than he was.
A Titian-heed haclde she, with a bright Visage:
Of acting wel coucle she al the usage.
And he pitchccl wel at a very grete pace
In hope to stonclen in l1is lacly's grace.
XVith us ther is a teacher of phisyk,
In al this worlcl ther is noon him lyk.
For he is a tall carl, for the nones,
Fnl bicl he is of brann, and eek of bones.
Our yell-leader has haar as yellow as wex,
Anil smothe it heng, as clooth a stryke of flex-
And I seyde, his opinioun was good.
NVhat sholcle he stuclie and mak himselven wood
Upon a book in Assembly alwey to pour
No! better on the tennis court to labour,
.Xncl win himselven glory and some fame!
And now I prey you to for give it me
.Xl have I not set folk in hir degree
Here in this tale as that they shonlrle stonclc,
My wit is short ye may wel nnclerstonde.
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I 226-230 F STREET Telephone 76 EUREKA, CAL.
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LUIVIBER, SI-IINGLES AND LATI-I I.
INTERIOR FINISH AND MILLWORK ..
.?hane.' Cfureka yards, 216'
Wah: 0ffP'ce, Jamaa, cal. yallane 346'
A Stanford University Drive surfaced with WESTERN
SAVE YOUR MACADAM STREETS
Crushed Rock and
Has Served Its Day
The money expended
for this class of work
will be lost unless
saved by surfacing
Westem Road-A-Lite on Main Street in Town of Msylield
similar to Myrtle Avenue and Broadway in Eureka
Work on Railway in above is not finished
The Continual Cost of Use
less Sprinkling and Repair
ing Must Be Stoppedg and
an Asphalt Surface pro
vided Which Will Be Both
Dustless and Water-proof
and Still Be within the
Means of the Average
ROAD-A-LITE Asphaltic Pavement
Western Motor Draying Co.
351-373 Noe Street San, Francisco, Cal.
EUREKA FERNDALE ARCATA
337 E Street Hotel Ivanhoe Old Bank of Arcata Building
Georgeson Building Phone Main 433 Plaza
Phone 312 JOSEPH K. SMITH. Sole Agent-Humboldt County Phone, 70-W
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EXCLUSIVE REPRESENTATIVES OF
ED. V. PRICE AND LAMM B: CO. OF CHICAGO
THE BEST TAILORING COMPANIES IN AMERICA
lnvesriaare our Suit Sewing Sgntrm
L coR. FOURTH AND F sTs. TELEPHONE 55 EUREKA, CAL,
n FOR A Coon SET OF
PIA N O S FIRESTONE TIRES
I Have the one You Want AND AUTO ACCESSORIES
LOUIS F. MOLAREN THE HUMBOLDT AUTO
P SUPPLY CO.
1226 G strut hon' 656 EAGLES BUILDING. FIFTH STREET
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I-I. J. KRAMER
1 323 FIFTH ST., EUREKA, CAL. iTHEi
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lit., 241,11 Capital and Surplus: - - S377,000.00
Rf?-5, , Total Resources . . S2,l00,000.00
" SUPPLIES. VULCANIZING Juwwpmmf
Home Made Candy and Ice Cream
Fresh Every Day
The Kandy Kitchen
611 Fifth Street Phone 990-J
After All, lt's The Value
You Are Interested lnf7C3
Quite naturally, value takes in more than the mere price you
pay. Value is the combination of securing dependable merchan-
dise at a fair price plus courteous and satisfactory service.
This very policy has advanced this store to a point where it
is being accorded full recognition of the values it gives to its cus-
Our careful selection of merchandise, our fair pricing and
courteous service has been the factors which have helped our sales
increase over each preceding period of the past year.
Seeds - Seeds - Seeds
LET Us SUPPLY You
We Carry the Most Complete Stock in the County
We Have Bulk Seeds of All Kinds
O. NILSEN 8: CO.
Phone, 94 EUREKA, CALIFORNIA
JUST STEPPING OFF INTO LIFE?
YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A
KEEP YOUR DOLLARS IN A STRONG
SAFE BANK LIKE OURS
BESIDES OFFERING SAFETY
WE PAY :DM INTEREST
THE BANK OF EUREKA
THE SAVINGS BANK OF HUMBOLDT COUNTY
COR. THIRD AND E STREETS
EU REKA CAL.
FLORIST AND NURSERYMAN
HOME GROWN FLOWERS
VISITORS ALWAYS WELCOME
NEAR SEQUOIA PARK
WITH EVERY FLOWER WE GIVE ASCENT
WITH EVERY PLANT THE EARTH
KN U DSON-LU N DBLADE CO.
BICYCLES S10 DOWN
S1 PER WEEK
CLEANERS AND HATTERS
MODERN METHODS USED IN CLEANING
AND DYEING TEXTILE FABRICS.
LADIES AND GENTS' HATS.
314 SEVENTH STREET EUREKA
A HINT TO THE STUDENTS
WHEN YOU GET MARRIED,
PATRONIZE THE MAN THAT
PATRONIZED THE SEQUOIA
413-415 FIFTH ST. EUREKA
' Uur .9.?e.s'! ?Ms!1e.s'
n Are Extended to the Student Body of
t S THE EUREKA HIGH SCHOOL
n We are always happy to advertise in their Publication
' and to contribute in any manner to the success of any
project they may undertake.
We are delighted to greet the students of our High
School thru this magazine
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' Ford Service Station
Harvey M Harper
EUREKA and ARCATA
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Have you been through the furniture store at Six!
and J Sts? lt is certainly a treat to see the .
the beautiful furniture made of wood from
eV"Y C""n"Y' Lumber Co
The beautiful carpets are in a c ass emse ves
and the Rug and Art quares are reams
Matting in Great Varie
The price of everything is reduced to a cash basis
G. H. Close, Prop. EUREKA - - CAL
or. Sixth and J Sta. Eureka, Cal.
THE FRESHER THE COFFEE
THE MORE DELICIOUS THE FLAVOR
we Roast '0ur 'Goffee Qailq
Try lt, and You'll Buy It Always
HINCH SALMON 8: WALSH CO
QUALITY GROCERS AND BAKERS
Telephone, 148 Cor. Fifth and E Streets, Eureka, Cal
S l bygh l Manufactures of
F ' liillf' f' 'T
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H. H. BUHNE 8: CO.
I Sporting foods
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EUREKA C0- OPERA TIVE
GENERAL MERCANT ILE CO.
GROCERIES. PROVISIONS. DRY
Service Station For o4ll Cars
STATIONERY Coons, BOOTS, SHOES.
MAGAZINES HAY AND FEED, ETC. .
EUREKA NEWS co. C PHONE
309 F-STREET Phone 43 2Ioo CALIFORNIA SIT. EUREKA
'Bair'S Garage ANSSEN C
ATISFACTION E LZ
Phone 500 SIXTH and D STS., Eureka
1039 B STREET
J. F. McGeorge Co. .,
'Reasonable Prices ,
O O H
PROMPT SERVICE 217 F Street Eureka, Cal.
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' LAUTER FIANOS
LAUTER PLAYER PIANOS Il
Carl W. Heinriciw
Printing and Engraving
Dance and Entertninment Programa
e Specialty u
100 Engraved Cards Sl.50
522 F Street Eureka, Cal.
vICTRoLAs soNoRAs P
SOOO RECORDS ON SELECTION
SHEET MUSIC MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS H
BOOKS STATIONERY ART GOODS
Pioneer Piano House
JAS. E. MATHEWS. PROP. GROSS BLOCK
Best Banking Facilities The Smartest
To the business man, the merchant, the v lj
farmer and the manufacturer, this bank B Apparel
pliers a gesuinkerlir helpful service in every i For The smartly Dressed H
eature o an g. . . n
The full benehtof our knowledge, exper- pl High school Gulf always i
ience and ability is placed at the disposal p
of our customers at any time. ' 11
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V BEST ACCOMODATIONS
R J SANDERS B Y American Hotel
Funum. Dmncron 'he PM 'O'
sauna-nos-as.u-uc.. n Hi8h 5011001 Team'
0 to stop when at
621 Third Street Eureka, Cal. n FERNDALE l
il RATES REASONABLE
Tennis Supplies n
Baseballs and Gloves Q
Boxing Gloves .
Striking Bags 3
Swimming Suits n
The Sportsman s Headquarters
W S CLARK 8: SONS
410 F STREET . . EUREKA
F1rst of all comes style, we have the smartest
T sport suits of the season.
1 Next you want quallty, all wool fabr1cs, fine
y tailorln g
Then you want value-your moneys worth
L And a perfect fit
l Here IS the blggest thmg of all however you
label 1n your sport sult 1ts a guarantee that
you w1ll get all the other four thmgs
We 11 show It to you here
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Merchant Tailor l
A Complete Lme of l
l Summer Surtmgs 7.
l 317 E Street Eureka, Cal.
l Edwin Peterson Qy n
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Repairing of all Kinda l
Loggers Shoes a Specialty f
Shoes Made to Order Q
437 Second Street Eureka
JOE DAVINI E
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EUREJKA ICE CO
226 G STREET
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Dresy P opl F Our Shoes
Because We Serve Th Eff
AMERICAN SHOE STORE
313 F su. f EUREKA
e e or ,
! ciently To Their Entire Satis-
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EUREKA BUSINESS COLLEGE
212 E STREET, EUREKA, CAL.
The demand for specially trained
office help from our school this
year is greater than we
AFTER HIGH SHOOL WHAT
A THOROUGHLY PRACTICAL COURSE AT
can supply. Princqhal.
Day and Evening Classes.
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ARCHIE CANEPA Log, -'-
Agent for A. E. Anderson 8: Co.
Made-to-Measure Clothing Bakery
Up-to-Date Hats, Shoes Banquets and Wedding Orders
and Furnishing Goods
432 Second Street, Eureka
621 Fifth Street, Eureka, Cal.
0' Choice Meats
Corner Third and G Streets P I
M. C. KNIGHT, PROPRIETOR
Electric Fixtures and
324 Fifth Street Phan, 1342.3
Sarvis. 8: Porter
Staple and. Fancy Groceries
cor. Clark ala E street.
EUREKA, cm.. ,
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TAMAI.Es CANDIES AHRENS 84 FORBES
QUALITY DE I.UxE HATS
FORTUNAQCAL- ARE MORE IN DENAND
A SHAPE FOR EVERY FACE
SOFT DRINKS ICE CREAM AsI-IADEFOR EVERY TASTE
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I' 35 F -I I
1 KODAKS AND
GROSETTVS SHOE STORE
SHOES FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY
FOR BEST RESULTS SEND YOUR
sc OL 5 A SPEC NEGATIVES TO US
w PRICE UR Morro BOVVMAN DRUG CQ.
326 sscmm sr. EUREKA. CAL. FORTUNA ' ' CALIFORNIA
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The Humboldt National Bank I
lf You Have the Grit
to save money weekly and
deposit it for SAFETY and
3 per cent interest at Our
in time become independent!
If you SPEND as you
earn weekly, you'll become
a burden to your friends-
why not show YOUR GRIT
Home Savings Department
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MISCELLANEOUS, REAL ESTATE AND OPTICIANS
BETTER BE SAFE THAN SORRY
YOUR FIREPROOF FRIEND PERRY 515 F STREET, EUREKA
Real Esfate and Insurance
FIRE INSURANCE SMITH CO.
4I0 Fifth Street Eurekn. Cal.
G. R. GEORGESON
INVESTMENTS AND LANDS
Georgeson Building Eureka, Cel.
T. W. MCINTOSH
RIAL Esrrrl FIRE lnsurumcl
Phone 785-j SI3 F Street
H F FERRILL
627 Frith Street Eureka
E D HINCH
Oiice 5l9 Fourh Street Eureka
G R LANE
RIALESTATIL Ann lnsuumucs
MCCREERY 8 SON
Rooms 4 and 5 Grou Burldmg
4I5 Third Street Eureka, Cel.
TURNER. THE OPTICIAN
Optical Specinlid md Optometrist
All Done on Premises
232 F Street Eureka, Cel.
AMERICAN BAKERY AN D
223 E Street Eureka Cel.
MRS. J. L. PITTS
Mmlcunng. Shampoomg and Massage
Phone 8l2 Room I0 ones Btuldmg
TH EON LI HAIR STORE
Wag: and Costumes for Hare
Phone 53I R 426 Thlrcl Street
GILLETTE TEA COFFEE AND
432 Frith Street Eureka Cel
F T GEORGESON
Georgeson Burldlng Eureka Cel
ROBERT H BOHMANSSON
FRENCH S GARAGE
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Telephone 3m-R F Street, Eureka CW- Third md F SU- E-Nicki. CII-
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Co-ed-I want to get a skirt.
Clerk-How long do you want it?
Co-ed-I clon't want to rent it.
I want to buy it.-Ex.
Fat. Robinson-Do you think it would be foolish for me to marry a girl
who was my intellectual inferior?
B. Adams-More than foolish-impossible.
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Il K0 ,QK 4 II THE PLACE TO EAT
ll KODAK SUPPLIES I
,F DEVELOPING and PRINTING ll BARNEY S GRILL
? ATKINSON an voons l I sooo CLEAN MEALS
4 21- ?e2..i" fm I If
FSTREET AT SECOND EUREKA F Street
Try a Pou d of
For Sale By
Phone 75 416 FIFTH STREET
R K AIRTH Prop
U S TIRES
I FOURTH and D STS. EUREKA
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V Pacific Garage
PIANO AND VOCAL STUDIO
MANrcuRrNG BHAMFOOING MAssAGE Foycign Languages Aho Taught
Phone 630-J Cooper Buildins. Eureka ere Fourth sneer Phone 1490
Phone 63 517 F Street
HUMBOLDT TAMALE PARLOR
H. LEAL, Prop.
428 Fourth Street Eureka. Cal.
SINGER SEWING MACHINES
506 Fifth Street
WM. HEASMAN, AGENT
We Repair Everything
EXPERT KODAK FINISHING
We give coupons with all Kodak finishing work
Save your coufons and get an enlargement
of your avorite negative FREE
EUREKA PHOTO 8: ART CO.
Phone 1386 5l0 Fifth Street
BERTAI N'S LAU N DRY
We Specialize in Fancy and Family Laundry
I6 I 0 Myrtie Ave. EureIta
For Sightseeing Around the Bay
TAKE THE INTERURBAN
Station: Eureka Phonograph Co., 430' F Street
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HAZEL V. FISH
TEACHER OF ALL TH! LATIIT DANCE:
Second Floor of Eagies' Building
WELT SHOE REPAIRING
MEN's AND Bova- Dans St-ton
Axel Sundquist 5I8 Fifth Street
TRY ONE OF
CON 0 CONNOR S
Teas. Coffee Telephmle- 779
C. B. PETTERSON
' THE COFFEE MAN
230l Fairfield Street Eureka, Cal.
Columbia Grafonolas and Records
AII Irinds of Musical SuppIies
PIERCE PIANO HOUSE
Third and C'Streets Phone 964
AT THE PEARL RESTAURANT
Exclusive Home of all Chaplin Comedies
Mary Pickford and Clara Kimball Young's
And all Big Productions Worth While
For n Good Hair Cut and a nice Easy Shave
RYAN'S BARBER SHOP
520 Fifth Street Eureka, Cal.
A. E. SIMMONS R. LOOK
EXPERT AUTOMOBILE REPAIRING
Gasoline, Oils, Greases and Sundries
Phone Main 523
Corner Sixth and B Streets Fortuna Cal
The big things of life go to those
who are worthy and who
are the first choice of men who most
fully realize the im
look the part
portance of personal
appearance in business.
sf oewenihal cE Jon.: fm
and Fuel Co.
' nunnun Meat Market
WEISS 8: BAUMGARTNER
FRESH AND 1 fQf1f'iQQ' K BUTTER
PICKLED 'vffwx : AND
PEERLESS AUTO OILS MMS S1 EGGS
N0 CARBON sAusAcEs u"f2'2A.,1"N'
EUREKA CALIFORNIA 312 FIFTH STREET PHONE, 42s
WORKS: 812 Tenth St. Phone, 1559
W. W. BARNES, Leuee
We Specialize in Supplying Uniforms
and Linens for Banquets
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HIGH CLASS GROCERIES
Your Patronage Solicted
T. R. HUBBARD, Proprietor
Eureka, Cal. Phone, 702-R
ICE CREAM AND CANDIES
CIGARS AND TOBACCOS
wAREHousE. WHARF AND BRIDGE
BUILDING. PILE FOUNDATIONS
109 G STREET EUREKA, CAL.
V. Elf sw:-2 1 II
I THERE-5 A--LIVE wIRE" BRING YOUR FRIENDS TO
FROM YOUR HOME THE
E TOOUR STORE
H MOST UNIQUE cURIO SHOP
1' LET IT SERVE YOU! 231 IN THE WORLD
I RED PHARMACY OF REDWOOD BURL
I VISIT RS ALWAYS WELCOME
I! 427 F STREET' EUREKA COR.CLARK AND BROADWAY
L" f 1" T' "'T"Tff'T-TTA..-Y.m- 5 :Is
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I PRINTING CO.
COR. FOURTH AND G STREETS
I EUREKA. CAL.
M LARGEST PRINTING AND
L PAPER HOUSE NORTH OF
C. L. BAG LEY
CANDIES AND FRUITS '
1939 .I STREET PHONE, B472
7 REvERE HOUSE
' E .I KRAMER PROP
NO HOME COMPLETE
WITHOUT GAS AND ELECTRIC
WESTERN STATES GAS 8:
3 5 E
1 THE STURE FUR NEW THINGS T0 WEAR
EUREKA'S LARGEST MEN'5, WOMEN'S AND
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can you name the organ
Helen Wells-No, sir.
Cl mi ae
rect. Sit down.
Ynuxan do better at MUIQGIYS lltlllilflllltilll Slllft, f'l'2ll'lfA
cDe'1ffSfS DR. KEITH HAMNER
DR' A'Digfs?OPER Rooms le, I9 and 20, week Building
Rooms 29 and 30, Gross Building Phone 386
Telephone' 507 Hours: 9 to 5 Office Phone, 28
DR. E. A. WRIGLEY
Connick and Sinclair Building
Fourth and F Streets Phone 743
DR. ROBERT JOHNSTON
Georgeson Building Eureka. Cul.
DR. W. E. COOK
Phones: Ofiice 582-J Residence l68S-R
Dnil'l.'l?l'li n ma
Crown and Bridge Work a Specialty
jones Block, Eureka, Cal.
DR. E. J. ROBINSON
Palmtag Building, Corner Second and F Sts.
DR. CHAS. M. TOMLINSON
Corner. Fourth and E Streets
Evenings By Appointment Res. Phone, 244-W
DR. VERNON L. HUNT
Second Floor, Minor Theatre
ARCATA - - California
A. J. MONROE
Carson Building Phone, 20
COONAN Q RICKS
Gross Building Eurelra, Cal.
MAHAN Q MAHAN
Third and H Streets Eureka, Cal.
PUTER 81 QUINN
Phone 568 Eureka, Cul.
H. C. NELSON
ATTORNEY AND CouNsEi.L.oR AT-LAW
Office at Court House Phone 542
QISQEP BunuNanAM's romumi amor
All the Portraits and Groups in this bool: were taken by
Mr. Frank Hennis, Artist
3II F Street, Eureka, Cal.
SPECIALTY-Children and Home Portraits.
Elaborate stock of the finest Landscape and Seascape
Studies from all over the world.
Buy them to decorate your home with.
Fine selection of Nude studies on hand.
ALSO PIANO LESSONS GIVEN, 351.00 the hour.
50 cents the half-hour.
Only the best and finest classical music taught.
World's best renown system in teclinics and expression
Music Studio, l25l Williams Street,
PROF. F. HENNIS
AT TORNEYS-AT-LAW Continued
T. H. SELVAGE
Corner Fifth and l Streets
B. M. MARSHALL
PHYSICIAN AND SURGION
N. W. Corner Fifth and F Streets
Over Fit1ell's Drug Store, Phone, 723
PIERCE H. RYAN
Gross Building Eureka. Cal.
JAMES W. HENDERSON
Rooms I and 2, Gross Building
Telephone 215 Residence Telephone I764-I
A. W. HILL
ATTORNEY Ann CouNalu.on AT Law
Oice a! Court House Eureka, Cal.
METZLER 8 MITCHELL
Arfonulva Ano CouNslr.Lone
Comer Third ancl H Str Eureka, Cal
J T FRASER
ATTORNEY AT Law
Fourth and I Streets Eureka, Cal
DR F I"'I OTTM ER
Georgeson Burldrng Phone 64
DR W J QUINN
Canon Block Phone 4 I 3
H. G. GROSS
Pnvstcrau Ann sunszon
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Exclusively
43l F Street Phone. 225
JOHN N. CHAIN
Pr-tvsrcrau AND Sunclou
428 Fifth Street
Phones 3 Ollice. 366, Res. 3l7
DR. J. D. DISHAZER
Graduate and Post Graduate of The American
School of Osteopathy at Kirksville, Mo.
21 Carson Curlclrng Eureka Cal
DR J F WALSH
Prtvsrcutn arm Surtclon
Room 35 Cross Building Phone 2 9
LAWRENCE A WING
Pr-tvsrcutn Ano Sunczou
Rooms 6 and 7 Carson Building
210 F Street
Ollice Phone 403 Eureka a
DR A BARBARA GASSER
Office I036 E. Street Phone 885
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Moderate Rates Electric Elevator S li
Hotel voooo HUMBOLDT l
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Cor. Second and G Sts. Eureka, Cal. li
American Plan-All rooms steam-heated i pnlen in .ll king, of 1
and with running hot and cold water u l '
with or without private baths Fresh and Salt Me3t'
Telephones l 5
Free Automobile Bun To And From 515 Fifth Sheet Eu,-ek,
Trains And Steamers 5
llnffi V AW A,,A , , :, fififw, or T
Acme Foundry f PHONOGRAPHS AND
Manufacturer of thc Be: Iron. brass, Bronze and W
Aluminum Castingsi also distributers of ll 1
all grades of steel castings. X 4
Plant: Washington and Union Sta.
T Ieph e 121 E relra, Cal. 5 l
ooo ole o A E of 21
Elsemore 8: Jacobs Q 5 1
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422 H Street lj Phonograph Co.
D . vlcco ERIKSEN, Prop. '
Eureka ' ' C'I'f0"n" I1 430-432 F sooo: Phone, 740
FOR REAL VALUE, STYLE AND COMFORT WE
RECOMMEND UTZ 8: DUNN FINE SHOES FOR
FOR MEN AND YOUNG MEN TRY THE CROSSETT
213 F Street s Q ci-:As ARMSTRONG SHOE co EUREKA CAL
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We printed this "Sequoia" How do you
like it? We can print equally as well for
There is no job too small for us, neither is
there any job too large-try us analsee.
We also carry and sell roll wrapping paper,
cotton twine, paper towels and oval toilet
paper at San Francisco prices. We save
you the freight-that's all.
LAMBERT 6: McKE.El-IAN.
4 l 2 Third Street, Eureka.
Maybe we care, maybe we don't,
Maybe we'll trade with you,
Maybe we won't:
Maybe you'll be sorry,
Maybe you'll see this, maybe you won't.
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