Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 84 of the 1913 volume:

ye eM No J. SHOE, 11 t } i we i 2 : A Mail ea || er | I Sey a mt | oa | pc , LearDpDooKk wep LS a Sa, ; : ' @u (Dur Friend Miss Yeterson DEDICATION SENIOR ROLL LITHRARY The Fairy Glow in the Night Waves. Laura T rull, °13, Good Night Li’l Lam’ (Poem.) Winifred Conwell, ’14. My Dash For Life Allene Gordon, 714 His Last Toast Agnes Ambrose, ’14 To the Dead (Poem) Ruth Woods, 712 The Sunken “Belle” Roy Rogers, 713 The Lost Ring Helen Smith, ’14 Twilight (Poem) Harold Smith, 715 An Old Friend in New Clothes (Verses) Jack Parks, °13, Myrtle Bailey, °13 Grace Smyth, 713 STAFF EDITORIAL IN MEMORIAM SCHOOL NOTES ATHLETICS ALUMNI EXCHANGE JOKES ADVERTISEMENTS — oo oa gener gr ane coerce ne Shee eer oretaee PRR ee ate a steer Sp bediletetath tah Le ntpre met m ha wa. ene ° = a5 BE ds fe) = oy Sp S © =e Lom —| | | Right)—Ethel Williamson, Stanley Dimm, Dorot Top Row (Left to Right)—Itha Janes, Ivan Conn. Bailey. tle Myr Row (Left to Right)—Dorian Bradley, ope ee PSE Rte ue f ¥ BM }go men ae a Cesar ee a ee oe. te. a Ce Oe etm OOw ww ee (RAS eR BE ee tS OF Se a ee + ee OO ee ae eR at a Top Row (Left to Right)—Claire Johnson, George Harlow. Middle Row (Left to Right)—Jack Parks, Roy Rogers, Grace Smyth. Bottom Row (Left to Right)—-Ward McRacken, Isabel Greathouse. tae eres Barer ts SERENE EE EE ce ‘Sra ge sunt Pete tee (ik BRASS peor te aaeanN 1SUSRS ME LE SVSTL LG rea saa g eee Pane haat g2 © me os nt em t eae a ra ECS Suleavaes Te aest= ae pissgaagnie 73 Top Row (Left to Right)—Carrie Bedwell, Melvin McCabe. Middle Row (Left to Right)—Alfred Byrone, Rose Horwitz, Newton McCormick. Bottom Row (Left to Right)—Raymond Maddox, Marcia Hulaniski. ae eae hea etek Soe ee WEE RLTE RSs . cL debate aaa oe: ete cr ebteiis inks Beeb caper rae tye ceresee oe ee ERE RST: (a ih Rte eR Ae a ot th vi Soh ek he ty te SEE ee eC ee Ae re Wick Sh EL ee iad Be eae Sow ay Ee ee Bea fal ie a ah a . Sth eee ty SOL IIN ARR A Re AS i a ae. Sal hs we SP Sak Re De a ine Oe ee tor ee Be hee ahem ger ett oe al = oa ee eee . Pi sf : } ‘ i ene ee om oy ot SOARES es oe Err) ee. Ae MS kp ae ME BES Re Lob Re xe eo Top Row (Left to Right—Williard Poage, Ida Fallon. Middle Row (Left to Right)—William Vossbeck, Laura Trull, Tom Poage. Bottom Row (Left to Right)—Velma Sisson, James McCullough —-+ The Fairy Glow in the Night Waves Se G IIE sun was radiant. It shone down on the little green island and crept through the reeds with little darts and gleams of brightness. Close down, the smooth, wet brown earth rose and fell away in miniature valleys and hills, while the great forest of rushes flourished over all. A litthe murmur ran through their tops, and a mysterious swish—swish rustled with the opposite current of the breeze, as if they were bending their heads in homage to an approaching presence. Peering closely, a dancing glimmer was just discernible on one of the long slopes through the reed stalks. It was the marsh fairies, who came rollicking along, chattering, shrilling silly little songs, and whirling in riotous dances. Their clinging green robes glistened about them, like bits of seaweed, while their floating hair, the shade of golden marsh-daisies, caught each sunbeam and imprisoned it. The joyful little company trooped merrily along over the undulating ground, and through the gi- vantic trunks, to where in clearing spaces, the elusive breezes tossed them into the air like whirligigs. And the whole atmosphere teemed with sunshine. Suddenly an angry murmur ran through the reeds. Silence— the fairies listened. Ah, that in the distance could be noth- ing but the boom of the returning tide. But one little creature— the most lovely of them all, who had been named Darling, a new and wonderful word .which had drifted to them once, from a small passing craft—let her white arms fall, while her slender fingers ceased their attempt to capture a saucy sunbeam. For darling had caught something ominous in the sound. Overhead, too, she had seen a huge black thing which darkened the sky, and moved two queer things on either side, up and down, up and down, as if it were tired, but strove to escape some peril. And the crow— although Darling did not know it was a crow—had moved landward. Darling had never beheld such a thing, and she took it for some isla leat | se al | | rest | OO} ef gs zal evil omen. The fairies, although they loved her, looked at her derisively and one small elfish creature, whom they called Gogonar because of his gift of preachy rhymes, jeered something like this: Come, our Darling, Silly child! Come and join Our dances wild. You do look Almost afraid; And for laughter We are made. If we ever Cease to be Jaght and airy Kull of glee, Something awful Does await; Sure to be a [Llideous fate! With very little effort—for fairies have delightfully cheerful natures—she brightened and joined in the jubilant shout which fol- lowed the discovery of a smooth, level spot—ideal for a dance. But the rumbling sound grew stronger in the north. Clouds hur- ried across the sky and banked themselves low over the hills. The little, glistening green creatures pretended that the gathering gloom was only the shadow of the rushes. And seeming to substantiate their pretense, a lull fell over the island and the water, and only the soft lapping of tiny waves through the reeds interrupted their laughter. A long, tense muttering came from over the northern hills and susts of wind whistled dismally through the reeds. Simultaneously with a flash of lightning, great heavy drops of rain began to fall, one of them striking Gogonar on the head, and bowling him over. An instant’s stillness, then a shriek of heartless laughter at the dismayed countenance of the poor poet. As his dignity vanished, Gogonar realized how fickle fairies are, and gazed about him to find some way to distinguish himself. Finally he noticed that the huge drops penetrated the thicker rushes only enough to form de- lightful pools where they might dive and disport themselves glee- fully. It was exhilarating sport, and very novel. Meanwhile, without the rushes, the waves rose and fell, restlessly at first, but gaining momentum, they plunged over the moaning reeds, then hurried back, frothing themselves to a- white fury. Around ore side of the island, they lashed menacingly against the sides of a frail pleasure boat. The girl struggled with the oars, righting the boat several times just as it seemed doomed to plunge into the trough of the rolling water. The thunder pealed incessantly behind the hills, and the black skies parted only for the sharp flashes of lightning. The fairies stili played on, till, led by Darling, they ventured out to the water’s edge. They had never before heard anything lke the noise, nor felt anything like the biting wind; but it was all such great Jun dodging the big drops, and, when they were too slow, to watch them trickle down their gleaming hair and slide off their sillv little robes. ‘Their little white feet flashed in and out of the pools, splashng the water high on them as they whirled about. ‘What was that?’’ suddenly asked Darling, startled. There had been a erash, with a splintering of wood that shook the very ground under their feet. The little creatures rushed to the edge of the reeds as a terrific wave surged and lifted some- thing forward, and hurled it on the narrow strip of shore. Even before they saw what it was, a premonition seemed to come to them, and the little group moved silently forward and stood awed by the side of a beautiful human. Then they glanced at the shattered boat. It was the same small craft they had once seen passing. They looked back at the human. She had hair like Darling’s—wavy and golden. They pressed closer to her side and Gogonar and Darling clamored up to her face. It was still and white. They tried sing- ing into her wonderful ears, but she did not move. All the while the rest of the fairies waited quietly, staring up at Darling—and forgetting to laugh. At the turning of the tide, a huge wave came and tugged at her skirt. She stirred in the sand. A startled wail went up from the sobered fairies, as they clutched her clothes, but the water still carried her gently back over the sand. They braced their little feet. and frantically strove to hold her; but their strengths were such tiny strengths. ‘Oh! my Human!”’ cried Darling, and hurling herself on the human’s soft cheek, she clung to her by a stray lock of hair, and burst into a heartbroken wail. Gogonar struggled manfully to con- trol his quivering lips, but the tears slipped from his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Forgetting their fate if they cried, forget- ting everything in their sadness and misery, all the little fairies wept and sobbed, not knowing when their tears might dissolve them into—what would they be dissolved into? They did not know. And so the tide bore them out weeping, their little tears ming- ling with the quieted waves. Out, out, till the wind carried back only the echo of a sob. Then all was silent. The water gradually lapped its way through the reeds, and in the east the moon rose slowly. As the waters lifted restlessly, they caught the light of the moon. An iridescence tipped each wave and sparkled and glowed, woven through the green. On the crest of the highest wave, a starry glimmer danced in and out of the foam. The trail of light which followed it was Darling’s hair—immortalized. And when we go out at night, and our. dipped oar seems to stir up a fairy castle in the phosphorous, it may be Darling’s new home; it may be Gogonar’s; but at any rate it is the marsh fairies.’ LAURA TRULL, ’13. ee Good Night, Lil Lam. io Cuddle to yo’ mammy, cuddle close. — trial Does mammy lub you? W’y of co’se the wi Cuddle close’s ev’ you can; lini Mammy lubs her li’] brack man. ning—al Say yo’ prayers, ’n close dem eyes, . Close ’em tight, so’s you kin s’prise tuggl : Dat ole san’ man wif his san’ t up 1 Dat shake de sleep on all de lan’. is a Good night, li’] lam’, good night. reir lit gths wer W’en de big moon comes up shinin’, lf on th Don’ you let it cotech you whinin’, air, al You jes’ close yo’ eyes up tight, y to Case de stars am _ shinin’ bright. eyes al Quick now, honey, quit yo’ foolin’; d, forge! Sho’ ah’ll have to sta’t in rulin’ le fairies An’ have to whip mah li’l brack man. - disgalr Close yo’ eyes now, quick’s you can. rot kno Good night, li’l lam’, good night. ars mnie ack onl or, . ’ ! reali Hush, there, Zekial, don’ you speak ! nae Cain’t you see he’s gone to sleep? Me Nother time, ’n out you'll go, i : No mattah if they’s rain er snow. fe You walk mighty still ahaid de An’ fix de eubbahs on de baid. of Ig There, there, honey, don’ you fret, Yo’ ole mammy’s got you yet. Good night, li’7] lam’, good night. fut WINIFRED CONWELL, 714. My Dash for Lite , pi AVE I ever been in peril of my life? Aye, _—_ only. It was one summer when I was a toothless six-year- that I have. Onee old, enjoying my first delicious visit on a farm and the ‘‘yellow peril’’ that endangered me was, what do you suppose—a monstrous Buff Cochin rooster, Scrapper by name. Serapper was the most disagreeable fowl | have ever known. He seemed to have a grudge against every living creature and he was always ready and willing, nay, eager, to make anyone he met, aware of his feelings toward them. His whole ambition seemed to make his fellow creatures muiser- able and be it said to his credit that he was usually successful in achieving this noble aim. And it’s no wonder people were afraid of him with that huge bulk and those sharp weapons, his beak and claws. Whenever he got out of his pen, the cats and dogs disappeared ; the chickens cackled in fright and scurried away; and every woman and child out doors made a dash for the house. Oh. how I hated that rooster! I had suffered the indignity of being chased by him several times and in revenge I would go out and stand in front of his pen and tease him until he hated me almost as much as I hated him and whenever I came in sight he almost had hysterics. One morning I arose very early, before anyone else in the household except Tillie, the maid, was up and went out, as was my daily custom, to dig up the seeds in my garden to see if they had sprouted. I had just stooped over, when right behind me | heard a ferocious ‘‘eawk.’’ Frightened out of my senses I swung around to see old Scrapper bearing upon me at full tilt, revenge and hate gleaming in his eyes. I didn’t try to collect my wits, but with a shriek I started for the house and Scrapper came fol- lowing after. My only thought was to get as far away from Scrap- per as possible while his idea was to get as near me as _ possible. He was over half as tall as I, and I knew that if he once reached me he might knock me down and I believed he was fully capable of tearing me to pieces. By the time I reached the house, Scrapper had gained on me so that I did not dare stop a second to open the door. There was nothing to do but to keep travelling. I ran blindly on swaying close to the wall till I had reached my highest speed, but even that left me only a few feet out of his reach. Oh, how frightened I was! That rooster was as terrible to me then as a man eating tiger loose on Macdonald Avenue would be to you. Serapper was gaining but on I tore around the house. Now that Sy Cone Seem “douh lost are eithe ‘uy hous Shall I had begun circling the house, it never entered my head to start out in any other direction. In the meantime the people in the house were awakening to the fact that something unusual was going on outside. They saw me flash past one window, then past another; presently past a window on the other side of the house, then back again to repeat the per- formance. As the rooster was not so tall as the window sill they could not imagine what force was impelling me past their vision with such terrific speed. I dimly heard one of them exclaim, ‘‘Iias the child gone crazy ?’’ The next time I flew by, uncle saw the look of terror on my face. “‘She is terribly frightened about something,’’ he said, and started for the door. Just then someone cried, ‘‘The dog has gone mad and is chasing her. Get the gun.”’ Then there was a rush for the gun. It happened or, as it seemed to me, was arranged by fate before- hand, that Tillie came out of the barn at this particular instant, carrying a large pail of milk and a can of corn, on her way to feed the chickens. She had just set down the pail of milk and had opened the gate when I catapulted past her. She knew I was in danger and I suppose she wanted to help me, but what little sense, the girl had completely disappeared in the emergency. She stopped to pick up the pail of milk, then started after the rooster. What she expected to do with two hands full if she caught ap with Serapper, nobody knew, least of all herself, but to chase the rooster was apparently the only thing that occurred to her. iler action made Serapper increase his speed and made me attempt to, but 11 was a poor attempt for I was almost dead with fright anu fatigue. When the chickens saw Tillie depart before she had served their breakfast, the whole flock of over a hundred ran out pell- mell and joined in the chase. Then the two puppies added them selves to the rout and did their level best to increase the excitement. So there we were, all tearing around the house for dear life, Tillie still holding her milk pail, although the milk had almost all splashed out over her skirt. Serapper was steadily gaining, egged on by the puppies, so I had less chance than ever to stop and open the door of the house. Just as the chickens and puppies had joined the chase, uncle reached the door with the gun, evidently prepared to see me in the teeth of a mad dog. When I appeared around the corner followed closely by the belligerent Scrapper and by Tillie with her pails, the flock of eackling chickens and the excited puppies, he was so over- come that he could not make a move to rescue me. Perhaps it did look funny, but I couldn’t realize it then. It seemed a matter of life or death to me and when I saw him doubled up with laughter, not making any move to stop Scrapper, | lost all ambition to live. If my cruel, heartless relatives did not eare whether or not I was murdered on their doorstep, I didn” either. I was too tired to try any longer and what was the use, anyhow? Bang! Blinded by my tears, IT had run into the corner of tne house! I dropped down thinking my time had come. f hope IT shall never have to go through another such agonizing eternity 3 as the few seconds that followed. I can’t describe my feelings [Imagine them for yourself. How would you feel while you wert waiting to be torn limb from limb? But Scrapper was travelling with such velocity that he could not stop as suddenly as I did and he went flying on past. Tillie could not stop herself either, so she stumbled over me and fell flat, deluging me with all the milk left in the pail and showering vorn over both of us. The chickens, who were still waiting for breakfast and whose appetites had been whetted by the ex- citing chase, pounced upon Tillie and me and pecked and clawed us in their frantic effort to get the grain. Then Scrapper still thirsting for vengeance, turned upon me. But before he could reach me, one of the puppies got hold of his tail feathers, partly arresting his attack. For one glad moment | believed that I was going to be saved. I did want to live after all, but just as I had collected my wits enough to try to get up, the tail feathers gave way and again my life was in peril. Serapper was diving at me. He was within a few feet of me. I closed my eyes and waited. Then I heard a thud and a squawk of rage from Scrapper. I opened my eyes to find mvse!t staring into Scrapper’s blazing orbs. He was flat on the ground, barely out of reach of me. Ilope rose in my breast again for i saw that Tillie, who was lying as she had fallen, was tightly holding with one outstretched hand, the rooster’s leg. Serapper twisted around and began making vicious becks at her arms and face. but the girl bravely held on until uncle picked me up and someone else got hold of Serapper. A little later when sobbing, distracted Tillie had been calmed and the noisy chickens had been returned to their pen, I wit- nessed Scrapper’s execution with the utmost pleasure and I re- member that | viciously voiced the hope that the old fellow would not go to Heaven. ALLENE GORDON, ’14. his Last Coast €¢ ({)F course you know, sir, you enter that ward upon your own responsibility ?’’ “Yes, I’ve been warned.”’ ““You’re the new military chaplain, are you not?”’ ‘“ Yes, Doctor.” ‘‘Even though this is your work, Coudray—is that not the name ?”’ 5 “Well, even though this is your work, Coudray, I’m obliged to Warn you that this is an extremely dangerous case.’’ ‘‘T thank you, Doctor, for your kindness, but of course I must go in. I hear he is very young?’’ ‘“Yes. We shall miss him; he was very popular.’ ‘Is there no hope?”’ ‘He won’t last another day. Something on his mind is worry: @ the fever on.’’ “What a pity! Well, good-morning, Doctor.’’ ‘“Good-bye, Coudray.”’ ro In the still room Coudray moved slowly toward the bed, grad- ually becoming accustomed to the suppressing darkness. His eyes met the dull gaze of a man resting in that state which precedes the final agony of death. ‘It’s been an eternity waiting, Coudray.’’ ‘‘T couldn’t come before, Lenard, but rest assured, the maps are safe.’’ ‘Don’t speak to me of those plans. I’m haunted as it is!’’ he exclaimed passionately. ‘All right, you’ve done your part, and well at that. Your father will be satisfied.’’ ‘‘Te would consider it my duty, I suppose,’’ wearily. Suddenly with trembling hands he drew himself up and spoke With great agitation. “Do you know, Coudray, I love England—don’t look so an- royed! My parents sent me here when I was a little child, I’ve often wondered why. I grew up mingling with these people and ow they suddenly send a command for me to betray England, the land I know, for a strange land. If they wished me to be a true German why did they send me to England to spend my entire boy- hood here? Did they send me for this, Coudray?’’ ‘‘Lenard Schultz, your father sent you here at a great sacrifice to himself but Captain Sehultz has always sacrificed himself for his country and he expects much from his son.’’ ‘Tis country,’? murmured Schultz, ‘‘but this is my country. Would he have done this, Coudray ?’’ o ‘“T ean hardly say,’’ impatiently—‘‘I’ll send the plans on in the morning.’’ ‘And then what?’’ groaned Schultz. ‘And then I shall resign my position and return to less dan- gerous work, but you haven’t told me, don’t I make an excellent chaplain ?’’ “Yes you don’t seem to fear any disease connected with your work,’’ musingly. ‘‘Your poor father,’’ leaning over the bed almost tenderly, ‘‘it will be a bitter victory for him, boy, when he sees Germany supreme on the sea at the expense of your life.’’ ‘‘T wish I could have known him. When you see him, Coudray, say I send him this message, ‘‘ What I do, I do because | reverence loyalty.’ ’’ Coudray looked at him quickly and shook his head wondering but replied simply. ‘‘It shall be as you wish.’’ Giving the German salute, he bowed himself out as he responded to Sehulcz’s ‘Good- bye.’’ Tick! Tick! Tick! clamored the clock out in the dimly hghted hall. ‘“Almost twelve,’’ muttered Schultz as he swayed from his bed and staggered towards the door. Out into the hall he crawled and a sudden lureh against the wall brought his scorched cheeks in con- tact with the cool plastered surface. ‘‘Great, but I can’t stay here. The Admiral and Lieutenant Crey will be fussing over papers—what makes this infernal floor rcck so?—my tongue feels so strange, seems to fill my mouth. Great Heavens! the lights are going out!’’ Wildly his hands feit along the wall, ‘‘There’s no door here!”’ ‘“Towering over masses of papers the admiral figured, talking partly to himself, partly to Lieutenant Grey. ‘‘Tf we complete three more vessels by June we shall be ahead of Germany by two. You know, Grey, our English investigator dis- covered they have two vessels on record that are absolutely worth- less.’’ ‘Yes, we have three useless ones ourselves.’’ drawled Grey. ““That’s not the point,’’ retorted the overheated Admiral, mop- ping his brow, ‘‘the fact is, those Dutchmen don’t know our affairs as well as we do theirs—it’s beastly hot in here. Get some ice, Grey.”’ Grey stepped into the dim hall whistling softly to the ceiling. A heavy thud and he was sprawled over a black bundle. ‘‘A man! unconscious! Lord, it’s the fever patient! Oh, I say, Admiral, man fainted out here in the hall.”’ They carried him into the well lighted office and placed him on a couch. ‘“My flask, quick, Grey! He’s dying! Chafe his hands while I get this down his throat! Put the lights lower, he’s coming to!’’ ‘England on the sea,’’ drowsily came from Schultz. ‘““Yes,’’ encouragingly from the Admiral. ‘Get them—the maps, and destroy them,’’ with more animation. ‘Why?’ intently from both men. 6 D in th “Our plans, you know,”’ going into the old state of lethargy. ‘““Who has the plans?’’ from the white-faced Admiral. 8 cap ‘ The cha—the chaplain,’’ a rattling in his voice prevented fur- Xela iher speech for a few seconds. ‘“Go find the Chaplain, Grey !”’ ul yo ‘““Why did you betray them, Schultz?’’ kindly. | ‘‘because I couldn’t bear to see England lose.’’ My ‘Is there anything I can do for you, Schultz?’’ uprene ‘“No,’’ after a long pause. suddenly, unassisted, he rose and taking a glass, gravely raised uy it and called clearly ‘‘To England on the waters,’’ and tossing the vere glass over his shoulder, he fell to the floor, dead. AGNES AMBROSE, ’14. cderine . eral (700 si Co the Dead bos In the Little Churchvard at San Jlablo Dear, dead, forgotten hearts, asleep you lie Under the cypress “neath the Spring’s fair sky. None sigh for you ner any eye is wet Musing on recollections of you yet. Above you, all the earth is sweet with life, Careless, unheeding, in its joy and strife, king That once you felt its beauty growing nigh, Breathing the scented breezes passing by. head The verdant, rural fields about you spread, dls Some other hearts with carefree footsteps tread, rth Some hearts that with blithe animation teem, Passing the spot where you quiescent dream. ; The same mute hills in quietude repose. 10) Purling among the myrtle vines there blows ails The vagrant wind of April, and the same iee Scintillant sun now floods the skies with flame I hear the meadow lark unwearied sing, lid in the self-same trees, while soft doth ring The bell within the tower high, but low, Voiceless and all forlorn, you lie below. Twill not be long ere I am by your side, Cold as the stone that doth your silence hide, Ere I am laid neglected “neath the tree, Leaving no friend to still remember me. God, the full Fount of pity, give you peace. Save for His love your very souls would cease, Dear, dead, forgotten hearts asleep that le Under the cypress ‘neath the Spring’s fair sky. RUTH C. WOODS, 712. J 1100 out) ng. oet “I The Sunken “Pelle” E were sitting in the one large room of the little Point Reyes il Lighthouse. The large brass iamp flickering overhead, threw its yellow glare over the room. At regular intervals the dead silence was broken by the ding, dong, dong of the huge bell in the tower out its warning sound to the foe bound mariners who as it sent yet silent and might be near. Captain Ross, a man though young, moody, sat across the table from me, pufting quietly at his pipe. out of the window broodingly as if in deep thought. Dine-dong-dong, went the bell. Outside, all was white—you could not see two fect away. The Captain turned slowly from the win- dow and gazed at me intently for a few moments. “Say, Jim,’ he said, ‘have I ever told you the story of the He stared sunken ‘Belle’? ‘‘No. I don’t believe you have, Captain,’’ I replied. “Well, Jim, the sound of the old’ fog bell up in the tower brings it all back so clearly.”’ His pipe had gone out so | waited, quiet, while he re-lit it. He puffed slowly for a few minutes, then went on. ‘‘When I was in my early twenties—first mate on my father’s ship—the old man died. He had always followed the sea and loved it. One thing above all others, he had impressed on my mind. It was that should the time come when I rose to the rank that would let me feel the touch of the good oaken wheel spokes 10 my hand, I was to remember one thing—if the ship went down, I was to go with her. You’ll think that’s queer, Jim, but take a captain who’s paced the bridge of his vessel for close on to twenty years, why the ship and he are one. The old man died poor and all he left me was an old bronze bell that had played it’s part on all of his ships. Not long after that I became captain of the steam schooner ‘‘Belle.’’ I took the bronze bell with me and fastened her up above the pilot house where she could go on with her good work of warning the unwary in the fog. “We left Seattle one day with a cargo of scrap iron bound for San Diego. Coming down the coast we had fine weather until we neared Cape Blanco where we ran into a fog bank. That fog outside reminds me of it, one of those thick fogs that leaves you covered with a fine dew. The morning of the third day found us eoing on at half speed, with a double lookout stationed in the bow. Along about noon of the same day, from my place in the pilot house, I could hear the swish of water being parted, by some rapidly moving boat. I signalled the engineer ‘‘Full speed astern’ but before the message reached the engine room, there was a crash. [ knew it was all over for the ‘‘Belle’’ on account of her heavy load. ‘‘Tt’s almost a year now since the accident, Jim, but I’m not 8 nt Reyes , threw it ad silence the towel ners Wh lent an his pip thought rou coll the win y Ol th father sea. al on I he ral pokes | dow, take ! {welll yor a part tl a shea asteltl ; yy oro howl wnt at tng 0s you nd 18 in the the same man. I wish to God I’d gone down with the old boat, but life seems a fine thing sometimes, especially when you’re the last one off!’’ At that, the captain stopped, staring again moodily out into the whiteness. Ding, dong, dong went the old bell in the tower. ‘“Where did she sink, Captain?’’ I asked. ‘‘Aecording to the chart, she hes six fathoms off Port Har- ford.’’ We talked over the question for some time. Urged by an in- stinct that no landsman can understand, the Captain longed to see the old ‘‘Belle,’’ just once, he said, so to humor him, I agreed to go with him to the spot where the vessel had gone down. In a few days’ time we were off, leaving an assistant in charge of the lght. As each throb of the engine brought us nearer our destination, the man grew happier and joilier. He greeted the engineer and deck- hands each morning with a smile and every now and then we could hear his infrequent laugh. We arrived at the locality and spent some time taking sound- ings, the captain always holding the lead. Once we were startled by a faint sound as of a bell under water. But it was not repeated, and we went on with the work. At length, after noting much vari- ation in the depth, we finally found one place slightly over six fathoms. This, then, we decided, must be the spot. The diving suit. was brought out and after much vain arguing and pleading on our part, we finally gave in and let the Captain go down first. [ can see him now as he stood there on deck in that rubber out- fit, just before placing on the iron helmet. ‘Well. Jim,’’ he said, ‘‘if I don’t come up, remember I’m ful- filling the old man’s wish.”’ He gave an odd little laugh, then bade us put on the helmet. Slowly he descended the slimy ladder, we paying him out foot by foot, until he signalled us to stop. The minutes dragged by. The men at the pump became rest- less. I looked at my watch; he had been down nearly thirty min- utes. Suddenly the great air hose rose to the surface writhing and wriggling like a huge serpent. We knew that something must ‘kly so I donned the emergency suit and be dore and done qui started below. The men paid out the line very slowly. It seemed to take me an eternity to reach the bottom. Presently the heavy shoes touched the soft mud, and | looked around for the vessel. Somewhere cut of those black depths came the faint ding, dong, dong of a bell. I walked in the direction o1 the sound and soon came to the hull of a vessel. The bow had been torn away and a number of large holes had been made amidships, through which, as I eame near, I could see the fish playing hide and seek. I made my way up the slimy si des of the old hull and walked toward the cabin. Entering the doorway [I beheld a man gripping the wheel with one hand while in the other he grasped a small knife with which he had evidently severed the air hose. At last he was down with his ship. Ding, done, dong, went the bell again—a ghostly sound—as the current rocked it two and fro. However, I did not wait to see more of the phantom ship, but made my way to the surface aa aniekly as possible and was soon speeding for home. ROY ROGERS, ’15. The Lost Ring (pees sat there side by side, neither speaking. A crow lighted somewhere above their heads with a raucous ery. ‘About as much harmony in that crow’s song as _ between just now, eh, Marjory?’’ Tom Hollis leaned forward you and me, to look close into the face of Marjory West. She was silent. ‘‘Only been here a month and has taken you out four times. Do you think that’s fair to me?”’ Marjory looked up at him. ‘‘ Would you have me give up all my pleasures just because I’m engaged to you? If you were here to take me out anywhere yourself it would be different.’’ ‘‘T wish I could be.’ There was another short pause. ‘I thought Mr. Kelly had been merely kind.’’ Marjory spoke quizically. ‘“‘But four times in one month! That’s more than kind.’’ ‘“Yes, but remember, you haven’t been home for three months.”’ Tom gazed down the gentle slope of the hill below them. It came to him for the first time that perhaps he had been unjusi, that he had thought only of himself. He felt he would rather sacrifice anything than be unjust to the girl beside him. A wave of contrition surged over him. ‘‘T have been a selfish beast,’’ he said at last. ‘‘In the first piace, it was selfish to ask you to wait so jong for me—over a year.’ Another pause. Then in an elaborately, careless voice, ‘‘Sup pose we eall it off?’’ Oh, Comet? “It’s the only way to be fair to you, Marjory, and give me back my self respect.’’ They sat for some time in silence. Marjory fingered the ring she wore. At last she held out her hand toward Tom, the diamond on her finger sparkling like a dew drop on a May morning. ‘You gave it, so you must take it back.’’ she said. Tom shook his head. ‘‘I don’t want it.’’ Marjory tried to smile. ‘‘Why, Tom, I can’t keep it after this. What shall we do with it?” “IT don’t know.”’ ‘Shall we bury it?’’ she suggested. “No, not bury it. I’m not going to put a tomb stone over our love. It isn’t dead. At least mine isn’t. Let’s lose it.’? But how?’’ é Tom gazed up into the tree thoughtfully. Suddenly he turned. I have it. We’ll pull that down, put the ring on the end and let the branch fly back.’’ “All right. But won’t it be lost?? 10 ‘‘T suppose so.”’ So Tom pulled the branch down to let Marjory hang the ring on a little twig, then Tom left it fly. Just a twinkle as the branch fiew up and the ring was gone. Tom glanced at Marjory. Her eyes were on the ground. ‘‘Shall we go back?’’ he asked. She nodded and they started down the slope. They didn’t say much on the way back, but when they reached her gate, Mar- jory held out her hand. ‘‘Good-bye, Tom,’’ she said with tears in her voice. Tom took her hand. ‘‘Good-bye, little Marjory. I want you to know that I love you now and always shall and in a year I’m coming back to tell you this again if Kelly’’—he broke off and his tone changed. ‘‘I hope you have a good time this year.”’ Marjory looked up into his face reproachfully, ‘‘Why, Tom.” But Tom dropped her hand, raised his hat and turning, hastened down the street before she had time to finish. Three days passed and Tom made no effort to see Marjory again, three days in which he had tried to eonvince himself that in breaking the engagement he had thought only of her happiness. ile longed for something of hers, something symbolic of their broken bond. Always came the thought of the ring. Where had it fallen? On the fourth day, he walked out toward the tree determined to search for it. It would be some comfort at least to have some- thing she had once loved. He strolled along with his eyes on the ground until he was almost at the tree and suddenly he saw Marjory. She, too, was walking with her eyes on the ground, evidently in search of something. It was the ring, of course. Tom was taken by surprise and, making sure she had not seen him, he turned and hurried back the way he had come. When he was out of sight he sat down on a log to rest and think. Was she looking for the diamond because ‘+ was a diamond? She did so love jewels. But could she be so heartless? And then he wondered if she could be looking for the ring for the same reason he was, for what it symbolized. Was she unhappy, too? Still wondering he went home. Next morning the first question that came to him was, ‘‘l wonder if she found the ring.’’ Curious to know whether she had found it or not, he hastened to the tree half expecting to see her there before him, but she was no where about. He left relieved and immediately began to search. He looked over every foot of eround where he thought the jewel could have fallen, but no ring was to be found. Recalling one of the diversions of his boyhood, he drew down the branch from which they had thrown the ring and tying a small stone loosely on the little twig, let it fly and throw back the stone in the same direction it had thrown the ring. He went to where it had fallen. It was quite a different direction from the one in which he had been searching. He looked all around the place and had almost given up hope, when his eye was attracted by a little gleam of sunlight in the grass. 11 Ile stooped down and picked up the ring. It seemed like an old friend. Tom went over and sat down under the tree. he doubt of the day before came to his mind. Was she true to him or was it only for the diamond she had been searching? As he sat thinking and doubting, he saw her walking briskly up the slope. As she came nearer he rose and held cut his hand. ‘‘Good morning, Miss West. =o Wily. vood morning, Tom—Mr. Hollis. I thought you ha gone back to work.’ | ‘‘Oh. no. 1 have the rest of the week. Shall we sit down?’’ Then they fell foolishly silent. Finally Tom asked, ‘How does it happen you came to the tree?”’ Marjory gave him a quick look, then shifted her glance to the toe of her shoe, ‘‘Oh—I1l’’—she stammered, ‘‘I was just out for a walk. But why are you here?’’ Tom smiled. He had noticed how frequently her hand felt the finger where the ring had been. ““Do you miss the ring?’’ he asked. ‘‘Oh, Tom, miss it? It seems as of a part of my life were gone. I haven’t slept a wink for four nights, I’ve missed it so.”’ ‘ But is that all you miss, little girl?’’ I shall not repeat what followed and I’m sure if yeu were in their place you would not want me to. Those of you who have had experience will know and those who have not would not understand should I explain, so I shall only add that half an hour later two people, a man and a girl, might have been seen walking slowly down the hill and that the girl wore a diamond on the fourth finger of her left hand. HELEN SMITH, ’14. Cwilight A quiet grayness folds the land, Faint stars gleam overhead, The moonbeams dance so quietly, When night and day are wed. HAROLD E. SMITH, ’15. he tes mle { he! her yi oT. - + bel Au Old Friend in Nef Clothes [ th all ye And what is so rare as a Jack anda Jill? n asked Who, together, the brooklet seek, And mount up the hill their bucket to fill, l her o To carry it home, with demeanor meek. was jt Vhether we look or whether we listen, L i We know Jack’s fallin’ and know Jill’s slippin.’ me Every clod feels a stir of might As Jack’s head hits it a goodly smite. 5 Jill, groping blindly around for support aie Follows him then as a sister ’ort. id JACK PARKS, ’13. ON Wi! dl ot hon Jill’s brother falls from the well’s stone walls walking With the famous bueket old in story 1 on t The voice of Jili comes from the hill mi Sparkles and leaps in gleeful glory. oe ‘ Roll, Jackie, roll, Set the loosened rocks flying; Answer, Jack, answer!’’ ‘‘I’m going, going, going!’’ MYRTLE BAILEY, 713. iow oft she recalled the sweet pleasures of childhood With fond recollections of dear brother Jack. They dawdled along to the spring in the wildwood To fill the old bucket and earry it back. The hill was so steep and the path was so slushy Their little arms ached and they dreaded a spill. Jack slipped in a mud hole so sloppy and mushy And spilled all the water on poor little Jill. The dear little bucket, Oh! why did he chuck it So far down the hillside And treat it so ill! GRACE SMYTH, 713. CAROLINE BEDWELL STANLEY DIMM Editor Business Manager Che Richmond Rodea Jdublished by The Students of the High School Richmond, California Silay, 1913 JOURNAL STAFF einer: mei hoe SS ep KMditor CLAIRE JOHNSTON, 713__-- __.-School Notes Pee eer Bi $e eco, 2 vate Woe Athletics eee men be an a el Alomni Bory eee ito a ey lek Eehaneges ee ere. tee oe oe ek ee oe Jokes WALTER HADLEY, 714____-__- eres Pater See a td Art BUSINESS STAFF Sleek MEM, “dowels 20... Business WAYNE McRACKEN, 714__.....__._...____ Advertising BEPON. LIPP. 714.2. Manager Manager SSS ........Subseription Manager fy Row { lett tp D Betty Middle Row Hoffman, Alverdo Rice. Walter Johnston, Smith, | D ad Oo Es fae ° = © =| is - = A =| 3S an) a Claire (Left to Right)—Helen : 1pp, (Left to Right)—Milton L Bottom Row Top Row (Left to Right)—Walte Lvditurial WAKE UP! SENIORS! Senior School Spirit! Senior Enthusia sm! Where are these in- tangible things? Are they just coyly hiding or are they gone for good? Every Senior on looking back over his Freshman, Sopho- more and Junior years can remember the thrills that came with the mention of a rally, a school play or a school paper. There is never un underclassman minus enthusiasm; this thing is a part of his very existence, but alas and alack, a Senior seems to exist some- way, somehow, without it. Seniors, turn back your thoughts to the time when to mingle in a spirited student meeting, to shout yourself hoarse at a track meet, to boost and back the thousand and one things that our school did and stood for, was your greatest pleasure. Can you tell us where these things have gone? Every Senior can remember when he nearly waved his hand off in recita- tions, in his eagerness to recite, to ask a question, to contradict, anything to show that he was alive, alive, enthusiastically alive. Many things come to mind as the possible reasons for all this lack of interest, but we mention them with fear and trembling, and dread to accept any of them as the real cause. Is it because you are indifferent to the school we all should love so well? Do you ieel too greatly the importance of being Seniors? Are you blase? Surely not the last, for this condition comes only when people are fifty and perhaps gouty. Seniors, surely you are not gouty, at least you hide it well if you are. As for being fifty, why you are mere babes in this world’s great whirlwind. Perhaps you think all this breathless enthusiasm is an absolute waste of energy, time and brain matter. Do you query, is it really worth while, this asking and answering of questions—it’s all such a bore. Why all this needless enthusiasm—enthusiasm is childish. you say. Is repose, calm dignity you ideal? H aving opinions is such a nuisance, you seem to imply. While with the shifting of all responsibility from your shoulders you need not fear receiving the kicks of defeat, on the other hand you cannot rejoice in winning the crowns of glory. Beeause of this general indifference you miss the satisfaction of having given your best. Every Senior’s heart beats loyal and true for our beloved [high ; every victory won, every defeat received. really gives you eithe inward joy or sorrow. But why not show this feeling? The under- classmen are not supposed to guess that leaping joy and pride are hidden deep under your passive faces. The fact that Senior classes before you have settled down into middle-agers is not sufficient reason for your doing the same thing. Other Seniors in the past have realized that something was wrong with the spirit of their class, but like you, the lethargy of indifference was so strong upon them that they either could not or would not arouse themselves to a show of life. They realized, as you do, that the school does no! nee ae ace for guidance in any especial line. The Juniors are the live wires. You were last year, but why did you not brine that ve wire stuff along with you into Senior Row? It would not have 16 S41 th th Song been a hard task to have kept alive the enthusiasm that you surely had at the very beginning of the term. Poor thing, it soon died in the ireezing temperature of Senior serenity . You as Seniors have failed, but you ca. partially redeem yourselves by putting up danger signs for the Seniors-to-be. Beware crt hiding your Senooi Spirit under a mask of apathy. We know that each Senior 13 hoping that the classes of the future will not fall into his pittall. He knows that happiness comes only to those who give as well as receive. Juniors, you Seniors-to-be, bring back the old time school spirit of the Seniors. Bring it back and keep it. Guard it weil. Do not for a moment let that monster, indifference, creep into your school life. The Seniors of to-day expeetantly wait to see you succeed in this duty of active interest in all schoo! afiairs, pa ticipation of leadership. You seem to have failed, but it has becn because of thoughtlessness, not malice. Seniors of to-morrow, you have been warned. Be awake. Change this tendexcy cf the past. Do it. MUSIC. Musie has been one cf the regular subjects in our school for four years and in that time an excellent course has been built up that we are very proud of for we have taken the work seriously and not as a mere amusement. History of Music, Harmony, individual vocal lessons, Glee Club. Orchestra and Chorus work are offered. For three years Dr. Martin kindly gave his services for the organization and training of our orchestra, one of the splendid successes of the school. This year the Junior orchestra has been organized and is under the direction of our music In- structor. Our time has been divided between the light music and the compositions of the master musicians, Wagner, Bach, Men- delssohn, Guonod, Schubert, Strauss and Rubenstein. The wii of this course is to give students the opportunity of hearing, know- ing and studying good musie and the results have fully demon- strated its usefulness as a regular and serious part of the high school curriculum. THANK. YOR, Our work on the RICHMOND RODEO is finished. The pub- lication of this paper would not have been possible without the valuable assistance of the faculty, of contributors, of students ang of advertisers, who so generously gave us of their time, material and mouey. We wish here to make grateful acknowledgement 0: all the support and help that has been given us. Inu Memoriam WILLIAM F. BELDING 1913 1842 10) 531 8 og be I = AND PRESIDENT OF THE BOARD FROM ITS FIRST ORGANIZATION FRIEND COUNSELOR THE FRESHMEN RECEPTION. N the evening of October 3rd, 1912, a gay crowd of upper classmen gathered in the Assembly Hall of the high school for the purpose of initiating the bashful ‘‘Freshies’’ into the society life of the school. When the Freshmen entered the Assembly Hall, they were sur- prised to see great numbers of toy balloons suspended from the celling—appropriate playthings for Freshmen. The lghts were cov- ered with red and blue crepe paper, further carrying out the color scheme of red and blue, at the same time casting a soft glowing ligitt over the entire room. The evening began with dancing; then during the short inter- vals between dances, a program was given to which the ‘‘Freshies’’ listened with breathless delight. Mr. Harlow’s mechanical dolls which remained in any position Mr. Harlow eared to place them, greatly amused the children, particularly, when the boys had to remain in the same rigid and usually awkward attitude for an un- comfortably long time. Various stunts consisting of pantomine songs and burlesque helped on the fun. But the hilarious good time came later in the evening when serpentine was given out and those not dancing amused themselves by throwing the paper streamers until the dancers became so hobbled in its meshes that they soon found it almost impossible to dance. After the store of serpentine had been exhausted, two boys appeared, dressed as chefs, bearing trays full of animal cookies and striped sticks of candy for the young guests who hurriedly left the big punch bowl in the library and came running to crowd around the two suddenly important and popular distributors. Nor were the more reserved upper classmen far behind the Freshmen in their eager scramble for this delicious ‘‘Freshman Food.”’ The reception was a happy initation into the social life of the school and the guests went home, tired it is true, for the hour was late, but expressing joyful anticipation of many more good times to come in the four years stretching out before them. 19 THE CIRCUS. Among the many affairs given by the high school, one stands out as particularly successful, ore which the students took great delight in putting before the people of Richmond. It was tice always popular amateur ¢ireus, given on the evening of October 25th, 1912. This was a community affair for every student in the school helped in some way towards putting on the ‘‘show.’’ While not everyone could appear in the main performanee itself, yet every: body, dressed in a ridiculous costume of some sort was in the greai parade which left the school at about four-thirty in the afternoon. In this the students did themselves proud, if one could judge from the applause and laughter of the throngs that fought for standing room along the curb to see the pageant pass. In the train were many strange objects (there is really no other definite name for some of the oddities), which greatly astonished and amused the people of Richmond, objects, such as the parades of Ringling Brothers and Sells-Floto in their palmiest days have never been able to show. The high school band Jel the parade with a lively near tune. Next came the clowns with their usual stock of extraordinary feet, clothes, pranks and jokes. The countless wild animals from the remotest jungles of Africa and South America, 20 were led by only the bravest of the high school girls. A very large negro bride, resplendent in white dress and flowing veil, sat de- murly in a little wagon, drawn by two tiny burrows. - Following her came the twelve horse-back riders from the Wild West, on plow horses and on eapering steeds; and at the end of the long procession came the high school’s own ealliope, steaming and wheezing its musical way down the thoroughfare. When the parade broke up everyone hurried home to make ready for the real performance in the evening. At eight o’clock, the doors were thrown open to greet the large crowd thronging the zrounds outside the gym. Then began the side shows with Hadley as spieler. What a marvel they were! There was the Sunset in Greece, the Snake-charmer, the Great Man-Eating Fish, and the ferocious Wild Woman, exhibited then for the first time to the eivil- ized world. From here the crowds surged to their seats amid the cries of the peanut venders and sellers of reserved seats. How much like the din of a real cireus it sounded! After the impressive Grand March around the ring, only the ‘ing was square, came the great strong man who astonished his audience by juggling 3.00-pound steel balls without apparent effort. Then Sleightus Manus, renowned for his great balancing feats, made ithe audience near him shiver and cower for fear he would let the entire tray and set of dishes that he was balareing on the end of a rod, fall on the heads of those nearest. (And the dishes were all fastened on, too). An ineident, true to life, was shown when Monsieur Aeronautus Rikardo gave an exhibition of ‘‘The Conquest of the Air.’’ As is customary in these stirring times, the aeronaut, while in the ‘‘elouds’’ lost control of his machine, became separated from it and proceeded to terra firma with unusual velocity, leaving his per- plexed audience wondering, long after he had been removed from ihe scene by bustling stage hands, whether it had all been a joke or whether the would-be aeronaut had really been hurt. For the benefit of the Richmond ‘‘boosters,’’ several girls as suffragettes presented tableaux, illustrating the construction of the Richmond Inner Harbor from the driving of the first stake (steak) to the launching of the first boat in the eanal. Act following act in quick succession—the trained bear, the dancing school, the ‘‘District Skule’’, the clown baseball game-— on to the wild chariot race during which the audience held its breach for fear one of the ‘‘Ben Hurs’’ would drive his infuriated steeds off the stage into the amphitheatre. When the people started to file out of the gym, they were re- called by eries of ‘‘Ladies and Gentlemen, recoilect that the show is not yet half over!’’ so back they filed avd settled down again comfortably to the after show which, instead of the usual circus concert, was an old-fashioned coon wedding. To the lilt of rag-time, everybody left the gym feeling that they had received more than their money’s worth of circus. THE CHRISTMAS JINKS. A ? i 04+] ays 4 aq av Poe -sl At ore o’clock on December 20th, 1912, the last day of szhool, the students were called into the Assembly Hall, where some very good music got everybody in tune for the excitement to follow. liadiey, the school artist, had prepared some cartoon slides which 21 svere thrown on the sereen, much to the chagrin of those cartooned, aud the enjoyment of those who had escaped his skillful pen. One of the best of these cartoons was a ‘‘Three Act Tragedy,’’ in which Aet 1 showed a girl in the cooking class making a tempting pie: Act 2 displayed the fair miss presenting a large piece to a grateful boy who had been lurking in the hall for the purpose of receiving this liberal donation; but, alas! Act 3, an hour later, revealed the same boy with terribly distorted features out behind the gym, evi- dently in great agony. As can be imagined, this pitiful sight brought tears (?) to the eyes of all who saw. But this was not all. The faculty had for some time been seen about the building in deep study, and now we were to learn what all this meditation meant. Mr. Tucker mounted to the stage with a large mysterious looking box out of which he took, with many touching little speeches, suitable remembrances of the high schoo! year for the Seniors and a few others. Among the gifts were the following most appropriate ones—side combs for the restraint of the elder Poage’s waving pompadour, while Tommy, the younger, re- celved a beautiful lemon pie, which Rogers helped devour; Rogers being made glad meanwhile, by a pair of little rubber boots im happy appreciation of his role in the school as policeman; Stanley Dimm was overjoyed by a great, big, beautiful doll, at which he beamed approvingly; John Parks received a jumping jack, given to him because of his ‘‘Moody’’ habits; and so on down Senior Row until all in their turn were made joyful and happy (?) with thei touching tokens of respect and love. DANCE ‘There was a sound of revelry by night, And Richmond’s High School had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry And But, oh well, what’s the use of goimg any farther! The upper class girls had just defeated the Freshmen in a basketball game ia the gym on the evening of November 29th, and the crowd of rooters had hurried up to the prettily decorated Assembly Hall to ‘inish out the evening with a good jolly dance relieved by the usual tempting punch and cookies. But right in the midst of it all, the dancing was hastily aba doned and the punch bowl quite filled with something besides punch when large bags of confetti were given out and everybody en- gaged ina lively and wildly exciting confetti battle. The serpentine at the Freshman Reception was nothing compared with this horrid confetti which everyone insisted on stuffing down everybody else’s neck. Even the teachers received and returned their share ot it. Never before had the usual dignified Assembly Hall witnessed so many people in such violent action, not even during the wordiest of rorensic battles over athletics. Even after the confetti had found a cozy resting plac e in every one’s hair and clothes, it took the merrymakers some time to settle down to the last few dances for they were acutely conscious of the fact that several handfuls of this everlasting, prickly confetti must be endured until home couid be reached. But what a good time they had! 22 ir i � Th wa: one, � One Whi 4 ple: ateful ay lf , ell: dught le ° I f u See) What Ith a RODEO CLUB On Friday afterroon, March 21st, 1913, the members of the de- bating and literary society, the ‘‘Rodeo Club,’’? met and elected the following officers: President, Walter Hoffman; Vice-President, Dorothy McGregor; Secretary, Myrtle Pearce; Treasurer, William Stewart. At the first meeting which will be held on Friday evening, April 4th, the following now important topic will be debated by several members, Resolved: That the President of the United States should serve for six years, and be ineligible for re-election. The members of the club are looking forward with great in- terest to this meeting and also to the next one which will be given over to the discussion of some literary subject. The club expets to have more profitable evenings of this sort before the end of the term. ‘““RICHMOND RODEO”? EVENING The staff of the ‘‘Richmond Rodeo,’’ for the purpose of adver- tising and popularizing the book, conceived the idea of hav- ing a party, one that would creaté an interest in the book through- out the whole school. So on Friday night, February 28th, 1913, the affair was given. The program had been arranged almost entirely by the staff. They appeared, however, in only one number, a pantomine skit representing a scene in the office of the editor. The motive of the skit was to interpret literally trite phrases, ‘‘nailed to the spot,’’ and ‘‘paced the room,’’ for instance. If applause measures success, then the skit was a success. One especially interesting stunt was that of Hadley, the Bud Fisher’? of the high school, who drew ‘‘futuregraphs’’ of various members of the student body. Other enjoyable numbers were contributed by Ward McRacken, by Merle Jenkins and by Irma Dearborn. BOYS’ BOOSTER MEETING. On Friday night, March 7th, all the boys of the high school assembled in the gymnasium for the purpose of arousing greater interest in athletics and of promoting good fellowship in general among the boys of the school and the various coaches and in- structors. The first thing on the program was a banquet, prepared by the cirls of the cooking class. Between courses, the company was en- {ertained by several exciting boxing matches for the championship in the bantamweight, lightweight and heavyweight classes. After the banquet, enthusiastic speeches were made by Super: intendent of Schools Helms, Principal Tucker, Athletic Manager Rice, Track Captain Donnelly, Basketball Coach Powell and others who are interested in athletics and had advice for the boys who expected to go into training. After the speeches, came the yells and school songs, under the direction of yell-leader Stewart, and the evening program was con- cluded with the singing of our rousing old song ‘‘Hail, hail, the gang’s all here.’’ 93 STH BMICS Meak- Last year we were compelled to withdraw from the Contra Costa Athletic League, because in size we so far outstripped the other schools that the meets came to be very unequal contests. Since then athletics have languished somewhat for the other schools of the county are too small to compete with us, while the bay schools are too large for us to compete with them. And since competition with other schools seems to be the life of athletics, we have worked this year at a great disadvantage for we have had difficulty in get- ting match games. However, enough games have been Dlayed to keep up considerable interest in the various lines of athletics. FOOTBALL. Rugby has been played here for the last two years, and con- sidering the fact that football of any sort was new to us. we have made a fairly good showing. Of course, we met defeats, but what team has not, and we are still proud of our boys, whe fought for the Navy Blue and Red. Of six games played, we won two and lost three, and tied one. BASKETBALL. Under the clever coaching of Mr. William Powell, to whom we are greatly indebted for the time and energy he has freely siven to the basktball players, two good teams are being whipped into shape. The season opened too late to permit the to get many match games, but we hope to make ing before the end of the term. boys a creditable show- Perc lime th eet ee en, os er neLinen | oe yt ee _18 Pewee cee 13. MeKinley Intro High_______ seed ta PCM ONG 6. ote es! Shc 15 Washington Intro High _______ 18 iS (c) 33 (0) 1; ee ee er 14. McKinley Intro High_._._____ 15 Richmond ap ee atoee oe PRAY Solo ee ee 2 iChat Oghd We Fe bagels LUN | eee ns | ee 10 Richmond _ ayi te oe eae ot Antioch 0 === © BASKET BALL TEAMS BASEBALL. Our baseball team has not yet demonstrated that it is invul nerable, but so far it has held its own well, no doubt much of its success being due to its handsome new suits, recently present- ed to it by the student body. Henin =s5— 6 oe eee RichimMOn eee see eee . RiOMG) et a eee eS Top Row (Left to Right)—Karl Mcvann, Roy Maddox, Newton McCormick, a its Oakland High -- ee 8 OE eeey Deaf and Dumb Institution ---5 Stockton os 13 Lawrence Cameron, Harold Donneliy. Middle Row (Left to tight)— Daniel Bradley, Gus Axelson, Justin Price. Bottom Row (Left to Right)—Irving Perrin, Alfred 3yrone, Clarence Brown. 26 2 Elbe LUMINI ‘(Bach morn a thousand Roses brings you say: Ye s, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday ?”’ We recall with what complacency we imagined ourselves the rarest of roses in our little day and how pityingly we thought o1 the barrenness of the High School Garden when we should be plucked and taken out into the world. But lo! The next day prought a fresh buneh of rosebuds to bloom in our plaees with a radiance eclipsing our own. ‘And fear not, lest Existence closing your Account and mine, should know the lke no more; The Eternal Saki from that bowl has pour’d Millions of bubbles like us and will pour.”’ Nevertheless, though we recede each year farther back in the High School annals as mere Roses of Yesterday, we must not be overlooked. For, just as the tree is judged by its fruits, the quality of a school is determined by the graduates it sends out. With the alumni rests the school’s reputation and the proof of its integrity. So without fear of injury to the name of our native garden, we shall put you on the ‘‘Scent’’ of its Roses of Yesterday. Let us go back five Mornings to the year 08 when the little High Garden bore but one Rose. The first graduate of the Rich- mond High School was Walter Smallwood, whom we now find in his Senior year at the University of California, where he bids fair to prove ‘‘Our first Alumnus as noble as our last’’ could be. In the year ’09, three blushing Roses were plucked from the fast erowing Garden; of these two have reached what the old-fashioned novelists are pleased to term the ‘‘goal in a woman’s life’’—Blanche Davidson as Mrs. J. McKenzie and Ruth Glover as Mrs. Edward Ifill. both residents of Richmond. But the third, Muriel Trull, has eone on unfolding her possibilities. Finding, after three years in the University that Art was her strongest inclination, she has this year become a student in the Arts and Crafts School at Berkeley. Of the 719 class, Maude Pritchard alone has married. As the wife of James Norton, she is a happy, young matron of Richmond and mother of a fine boy—the first ‘“orandechild’’ of R. U. H. S. We look on Marguerite Butterfield as a Rose of much promise. In her Sophomore year at the University now she is studying to be 27 a foreign secretary or some superior personage, and we yet hope io boast of a celebrity. ; Helen Campbell is in her Freshmen year at the University. One of our most successful “business Women is Octavia Norton who, for the past two years has. been bookkeeper for Richmond’s leading newspaper, The Independent. Fred Weyand 1s now Studying elee- trical. engineering in the University where he is also winning fame as an athlete. an That popular ex-president of the Alumni Association, Elmo Zumwalt, having captured his Junior certificate from the University where he studied medicine, and being o’er burdened with knowledge, is taking a year’s respite from undue mental exertion as distribution clerk at the Sante Fe shops. We boast of one union man—Carroll Marshall, who has become a wielder of a paint brush in Richmond. The Alumni can now proudly take its stand as ‘‘affiliated with Or- ganized Labor.’’ The class of ’11 is the largest bouquet of Roses the Richmond [Ligh School has yet presented to a weleoming world. Edward Hof'- man, former president of the Student Body, is now studying en- gineering .at the University. Katherine Decker, a student at tiie Affiliated College of Dentistry in San-Francisco, is rapidly nearing the day when she will hang out her sign that will lure tooihaching humanity to their doom, true to the class prophecy of Irene Woods. The aforementioned prophetic genius, Irene Woods, will gradu- ate this June from the San Francisco Normal. Discreetly passing over any wrong guesses, quite a number of the ’11 prophecies are coming true. For so readeth ye ancient prophecy: ‘‘Nothing had been heard of Elizabeth Perez or Amy Davidson, but it was believed that both had married and were busy with household duties.’’ And,so they are! The former is now the little ‘‘Rose o’ the World’’ to Mr. Stanley Wright,'a prominent realty dealer of Rich- mond and the latter has become Mrs. Pearson, also of this elty. And further saith the prophet: ‘‘No one knew just where Philip Harlow was but it was reported he had married a school girl iriend and settled down.”’ And so he has! ‘‘The school girl friend’’ is none other than Muretta Perault, who was a popular Junior last year. They have “‘settled down’’ at Needles, Cal., where Phil holds a responsible posi- tion with the Santa Fe Railroad. Jean Bartholomew who was fated to be ‘‘Director in a school of Domestic Science,’’ took up that study in the University of Califor- nia last year and though at present with her parents at their ranch home in Modesto, she expects to continue her course at college next year. But alas! though Leonie Trautvetter was destined to be kid- napped by gypsies, thus far she is doing nothing more romantie than tlirting with a typewriter (machine) at the Martinez Court House. lt is not surprising that Anna Weyand should be ehosen as as- sistant librarian in the Carnegie Library and also secretary of the Alumni Association since we have aly rays looked on her as a person of superior intelligence. Duncan Dunning, the pride of the class of 11 and the equal of even the Head Gardener of the High Roses, Mr. Tucker, in wisdom, is shedding the light of his great knowledge on the little, old University in the modest guise of a Sophomore. His sister, Annabel, attends Normal in San Francisco. 28 bi j = Gladys Chichester, formerly a bookkeeper for J. J. Davis, con- tractor and realty dealer, is now Mrs. Arthur Davis. Charles Lipp has sprung into sudden fame as president of the Alumni Association and in keeping with the dignity of his new office, rides about the city 1m a big machine attending to his many duties. Furthermore, on the side, he holds a responsible position with James Cruickshank, the well known contractor of Richmond. Charley spent last year at the University, but ill health compelled him to take out a leave of ab- sence this year. Lawrence Silva, who resides in Oakland, is preparing to be a machinist at the Santa Fe shops. Duncan Campbell, after a per- sistent study of civil engineering, has recently begun his career with a surveying party in Sacramento. The following from The Independent, relative to the resignation of the City Treasurer, will be of interest as proof of an Alumna’s wonderful success in the business world. Mr.. Bonzagni says in part: ‘Before leaving I want to pay a tribute to my valuable as- sistant, Miss Virginia Griffins, who has carried out her duties in such a satisfactory manner.”’ Josephine Whitbeck, in her second year at the University con- tinues to absorb knowledge at.an alarming rate. Our smiling Ed- ward Temperli still smiles at the Santa Fe shops where he works under Master Mechanic Harlow. Mary Casey is bookkeeper at Me- Racken’s store in Point Richmond. But one Rose drooped and faded away. We mourn the loss of Joseph Peters of the ’11 elass, who died last year in the midst of a postgraduate course in the High School here “But O! fell death’s untimely frost That nipt our flower sae early!’’ We now come down to the immediate Roses of Yesterday whe have not been out in the world long enough to show definitely the trend of their aims. It appears that, in kee ping with woman’s recent victory in California, quite a number of the new Alumnae are entering the business field. Of these, one of the most successful is Ada Pearce, who holds a responsible position as stenographer in the Santa Fe offices. Clara Pizzotti is delving into the game of the hour in the real estate office of Burg Bros. The ex-president of the Student Body, Nettie Whitesides, has just entered on her duties as stenographer for the City Auditor at Point Richmond. Ruth Epper- son is bookkeeper for the real estate firm of Truitt MacQuiddy in Riehmond. Of the class of ’12 only three have thus far reached the Uni- versity: Ruth Woods, Isabella Farlinger and Edith Wooldrige, ail girls who will always be a eredit to their school. Alfred Childs has become a small but very valuable addition to St. Mary’s College in Oakland and is showing the crowd over there how to play ball. Roy Davis, while a prospective student of the University, has de- layed a year in entering to work in the engineering department of the Standard Oil plant, being merely curious to learn what 1t means really to work. Byron Erwin is, of course, following newspaper work—or did you expect to find Bobbie already on the Orpheum Circuit? He began his career very auspiciously last December as City Editor of 29 the Martinez Standard, but owing to sickness returned to Richmond. Recently he has been given a position as manager of the Independ- ent’s suburban news department. Some of our Roses are concealing themselves in remote corners and failing to join their companions of Yesterday, who frequently hold night sessions in the old Garden. We have in mind one bright member of the ’12 class, Jessie Lea, living quietly at her home some- where in the wilds of Stege: ‘‘Mair flower that dost so comely grow Hid in this silent, dull retreat—’’ Waverly Tilden, they say, is assisting his father, the lumber. man, in his business. However, we imagine he is chiefly concerned with his much-heard-of launch and a new ear which he drives to the full extent of the law. As yet, no fatalities have been reported. They do say that Joseph Villaiobos is not yet a dancing master! After working as bonus clerk at the Santa Fe for some time, he is at present studying to be a Union League Secretary at Heald’s Business College in Oakland. Albert Flint, Mr. Tucker's former general utility man, makes himself useful at the Santa Fe shops where he has taken up the machinist’s trade. And here ends the first chronicle of the graduates of the Rich- mond High School. We trust we have brought to life these ‘‘Ghosts of the Past,’’ though never think the Alumni a dead crowd. We take a lively interest in all the projects of the school, especially its entertainments and feeds, and often we meet in the old Garden when the Roses of To-day are asleep, playing we are just Rosebuds again, dancing, pow-wowing and of late planning the climax to the season, a reception in June, in honor of the graduating class—those leaders of the school, To-day, whom we shall welcome to our ranks, To-morrow. We hope, too, that in these gleanings we have given you a glimpse of the Roses of Yesterday—Roses fair enough to prove the worth of the Garden which grew them, our dear, old Richmond High. RUTH EPPERSON, 712. D | UNMUTNAUEHHTE AUTH fy NS oe = | el! se : : of 5S Ke x SS . ? Z Tm) x NIT SSX { 7 SOME ROSES OF YESTERDAY 31 Go. being only the second edition of the ‘‘Richmond Rodeo, and five years having elapsed since the publication of the first edition, we offer our exchanges with some little anxiety as to what impression we shall make. er As to criticism, we have all the qualifications of a eritic if it be true that ‘‘He who critic ises is one who sits in judgment on the thing he cannot do himself.’’ We are pleased to say all the good we can, but we cannot refrain from entering a little barb now and then, if only to show that we are not too easily pleased. If you feel that we have been unjust, we hope you will be charitable enough to attribute it to the fact that ‘‘fools rush in where angels fear to tread.’’ From some of the schools we have received copies of books published as far back as 1908, but we shall comment only on the books up-to-date. On most of the exchanges we have received, there is a general comment we should like to make. Why don’t you put the name of your town and high school on the cover or just inside the cover, so that we can identify you without looking through the ads? ‘‘Analy Annual,’’ 1912, Gridley, Cal—The general makeup of your paper is fine and ‘‘The Lure of Summer,’’ by Ruth Meeker is a refreshing little picture of life. ‘‘The Spider,’’ 1912, Gridley, Cal—Your cover design of the black spider in the golden web is very effective. ‘‘Twelve Little Seniors’’ is decidedly original, and your material on the whole, good. ‘“‘The Eh Dah Nam,’’ February 1913, Walla Walla, Wash.—The paper of your cover is certainly artistic. Why don’t you have more cuts? They always add to a book. ‘ Pine Breezes,’’ 1912, Placerville, Cal—aAIl of your stories are fine. You are to be complimented on your exchange column. Where did you get them all? Your 1913 edition is not up to the standard vou set in 1912. ‘ Oak-Leaves,”’ 1912, Morgan Hill, Cal—yYour cover for the 1912 book is something new. Clever idea that, to name your jokes ‘‘The Gloom Chasers.’’ 9) 66 aes : ; = a Enterprise,’’ December 1912, Petaluma, Cal—We can’t as- sociate you, Petaluma, with your wintry cover, good as it is. We have not a fault to find with your exchange—it’s a ‘‘dandy.’’ We like you from cover to cover. : ““Tahoma,’’ February 1913, Tacoma, Wash.—You are one of our cleverest exchanges with your patriotic cover. Our hats off to your artist. , 32 he tik a i the £00 Now aul r You fe e enougl S fear t ge alle OL ver, §0 ‘ Girls’ High Journal,’’ June 1912, San Francisco—You are to be complimented on your book. To be able to get out a publication like that is surely worth the work you evidently gave it. Our people hold you up as a model. ‘‘The Echo,’’ 1912, Lincoln, Cal—From your book we judge you have a good time in your school, hence good school spirit, but whe reads your proofs? ‘Bl Roble Murmullo,’’ 1912, Paso Robles, Cal—The name of your book is very pretty, but we were disappointed not to find an interpretation. We probably ought to know, but we don’t. Printing the jokes among the ads is good business. ‘The Argonaut,’’ March 1913, Mansfield, Mass.—The number of games you have speaks of concentration on athletics in your schoo. Your jokes are out of the ordinary and your literary materia! good. We did enjoy ‘‘Mary Ann,’’ so much. In writing our exchanges, we have tried not to be petty, but to touch on essentials only. In any book, there may be things we personally do not like, but perhaps the people from whom the book eame do like these things. For instance, take the question of adver- tisements in the front of the books, an arrangement so bitterly de- aounced by many exchange editors. We notice that many books have ‘‘ads’’ there, hence their editors must like them there. We do uot care for them in that place ourselves, but why carp at a question of taste? Some of the best university publications advertise in the front of the books. Again, we like a more or less conventional ar- rangement of departments, but if some other editors prefer to put joshes before exchanges or editorials before stories, or even to leave out entirely any one of these departments, why rush into print with ‘“You are wrong.’”’ It seems to us that we should commend and strive especially ‘or individuality and originality and say very little about mere mat- ters of taste and policy, unless either of these is flagrantly wrong. INFORMATION FREE. 1 Anyone desirous of observing a Henry Clay or a Demosthenes in the making should take a ‘‘slant’’ at Harold Edwin Smith har- anguing the Freshmen or urging the singers of the school to greater efforts by his accompaniment on the ‘‘bones.’’ 2 Anyone seeking a model to sit for a bust of Paderewski should engage Willard Poage, composer. 3 Anyone feeling that he needs to take up some more lucrative occupation than attending school can take a correspondence course in bill posting from Dudley Bates. 4 Anyone can become familiar with current events, ancient history, religion, Concord, banking, dancing, law, Honoluiu, motor: boats, automobiles, Berkeley, the Stuarts and music by cultivating the acquaintance of William J. B. Stewart, providing that this man of the world, this shrewd financier, can be induced to descend from the heights of his superiority so that he will deign to notice us of the common herd. 9 Anyone who believes that we have not all sorts of people in our school, peruse this: Our optimist, Justin Price, always wallowing about with his resonant, rumbling bass to cheer our low spirits. Our pessimist, ‘‘Doc’’ Byrone always bemoaning his fate regard- ing his grades in German, Physics, United States History, and Voeal. (These are the only studies in which he is enrolled.) Our booster, Press Adams, who is habitually making speeches in our meetings to impress the ‘‘scrubs’’ with their moral duties as voting members of the student body. 6 To anyone who says that we have no followers of that par- ticular Muse who rules the feminine pen, we have only to indicate our modern ‘‘Sappho,’’ the peerless Helen Smith. This budding iiterary marvel modestly disclaims all praise, saying, ‘‘Oh, but | don’t have to think, it flows from my pen.’’ We merely quote Byron, ‘‘Easy writing makes hard reading.’ ¢ Anyone can hear any day a repetition of the forensic child- hood of Daniel Webster by observing the Stege representative of the Sophomore class, the Honorable Walter Hoffman, as he arises in the class of English History, to denounce the trusts, to uphold the progressives or to wax sarcastic concerning Socialism. 54 8 Anyone who wishes to be initiated into the mysteries ot ““ragging’’ can be taught the same upon application to the Axelson- Cox team. ) Anyone who wishes to acquire the only original ‘‘horselaff.”’ apply to ‘‘Red’? Frazier, whose dulcet tones may be heard arising above the din of the assembly at unexpected moments. 10 Anyone who can solve this puzzle will be greeted effusively at staff headquarters. The entire feminine contingent of the school goes about its work seeking to answer this query, ‘‘How ca? Lela Roberts navigate a course among students and through the halls with her hair in her eyes like that?”’ 1] Anyone who is obliged to sit in the back part of the assembly can appreciate the feelings of the students there who say that they are driven stark mad at times by that perpetual giggle ot Rose Little. 12 Anyone braggirg of his free admission to the shows or to the counting of votes in a contest had better look to his laurels, for ‘Zeff’’ Rogers, SPORTING EDITOR of the daily newspaper, hax received a season pass to all Pacifie Coast games as well as a book of tickets which admit him to the Press box. 13 Anyone can learn now why Jimmy McCullough is usually financially embarrassed. It costs him all his: pin money to bux manicuring instruments. IN THE STUDY. Open before me my history lies; No one is reading it but the flies: One fly is starting away down in Kent, Another is going where Augustine went. Upstairs the Freshmen so joyfully sing. Hark! how their voices in ‘‘Juanita’’ ring! My! I wish that I could study. Isn’t that road out there muddy? And look at the street car going by! Um! I wish IT had a piece of pie. Dear, me, now J’m getting sleepy, Thoughts seem somewhat brief and fleety. Wish that foolish bell would ring. HIear those cunrirg Freshies sing! Only ten long minutes more. Hope those flies enjoy their hist’ry. This room is so cold and wintry. Hum, Jet’s see now—Augustine Went to England, while Cymbeline Was—a—oh, ves. a man Who worshivped elves, and sometimes Pan. Hark! the Freshies have stopped singing And that Fell at last is ringing. Well. T feel a little better Now, I’ll write that letter. WINIFRED CONWELL, ’14. 30 THE TONGUE IS QUICKER THAN THE EYE. Helen Webb, soulfully reading about the seraph band in the ‘“Aneient Mariner.’’ ; “Mhat eircus band, each waved it’s hand. And that’s no joke! Helen McLaughlin reading ‘‘ Loch Lomond.’’ “The broken heart it kens nae second spring again, Where the waffles may cease from their greetin’.”’ EXTRACT FROM H. SOITO’S PAPER. “Then Mr. Tucker announced that Hadley was to give some kicks at the students on the screen.”’ IN THE SEWING CLASS. and baste Miss Carter to one of the class—‘‘Cut your neck up your sides.”’ AT THE BANK. “Do you know the duties of Employer (to Willard Poage) an office boy?”’ Willard (hopefully)—‘‘Yes, sir, wake up the eashier when | hear the boss coming.’’ SHE COULDN’T SAY. Miss W. asked a question in German and was waiting for a reply. Milton Lipp raised his hand. Miss W.—‘‘ Well, Mr. Lipp.’’ M. L—‘Do German convicts wear stripes?’’ (Laughter from elass). Miss W. (slightly ruffled)—‘‘I can’t tell, Mr. Lipp, I never was one.”’ ; Mary had a little lamb, Observe the tense, we pray For with the prices that prevail, It couldn’t be to-day. THE DRUM. Ward McRacken enters the street car with a bass drum. ; Roy Rogers—‘‘Hello, Ward, what are you going to do with that?”’ Ward—‘‘Beat my way.’’ 36 Miss P—‘‘ Who held the head position of the Government aiter the downfall of the Tories?’’ Merle J.— ‘The Whigs.’’ Bradley telling Conn what a good yachtsman he is, ‘‘You nught to be with me in my boat some time when I’m alone.’ Miss W. (in Latin class)—‘‘You have the ‘‘can’”’ in the wrong place. But how do you translate ‘Caesar haec in Galliam feeit?’ ’’ Morrison—( greatly surprised)—‘‘Uh! uh! oh! (making 4 final ‘‘stab’’) ‘‘Caesar made a hike into Gaul.”’ “Rice, why do you chew gum so much?”’ ‘Well, it’s either chew gum or chew the rag.”’ Mr. T.—‘‘How much is the fare to Brentwood, Dimm as Dimm-—‘‘I think it’s either a dollar and a quarter or a dollar and twenty-five cents.”’ ‘(Where was the first telephone?’’ ‘‘In the Garden of Eden.”’ ‘What was the first telephone number?”’ ‘“‘Two ate one apple.’’ Upper class girl who is trying to entertain a Freshman at a party—‘‘Don’t you just love Scott ee Freshman (absentmindedly)—‘‘l wasn’t at the Orpheum last week. Was he good?”’ A WICKED SOPHOMORE. It is a wicked Sophomore. And he stoppeth one of three, ‘By thy red neck-tie and eagle eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?’’ The students are in the Assembly room, And I must hurry in; The bells have rung, the noise begun, May’st hear the merry din. He holds him with his eagle eye, ‘You are too fresh,’’ quoth he, And quick as a flash he made a dash And boxed him in the e’e. Just then the professor came by, And he was tyrannous and strong, 't made him angry at the Soph, So he chased him home along. All in a hot and sunny room, The wicked Soph at noon, Right up before his Dad did stand, Telling why he was home so soon. STELLA SHOEMAKER, 715 37 THE BELLE THAT NEVER TOLLED. There ISABELLE that once did dwell In this GREAT HOUSE, our high. She chanced to meet a JANKE here, An ANGEL from the sky. She then declared she’d use all MEANS, And set all BATES she could, To catch him in her love spun WEBB, If Fate desired she should. She aimed to eatch him in Iove’s PRESS. But failed to PIERCE his heart. IT was a MOODY day indeed, She played that dreary part Her wit was SHARP, she set her mind To win at any PRICE. It was no LITTLE task, but then ‘Twould pay to try it twice. She found the KEYES that locked the heart Of his most DEARBORN soul. Wth these same KEYES unlocked his heart, A touchdown at love’s goal. As days rolled on, their love grew MOORE, Their PULSE of love MOORE fond. She WEPFER joy, for soon she knew She’d win a home beyond. At length they fled into the WOODS. Where Nature's PARKS abound. And lived on Jove and RICE until Their way beyond, they. found. The twilight came in DIMM-GRAY dawn, And on they wandered still. The evening STARR now shone above, The moon now erowned the hill. The father of the bride to be. Now close pursued the pair, At last they reached a river bank And found a hoatman there. Ne ther agreed to please the belle And FERRIER across. Ne took the pair into the boat And played the ferry boss. The father reached the bank to see His danehter cross the BARR Me called in vain, they could not hear The distarce was too far. It was a MARY day indeed. They reached a country town, ‘Twas in the spring and this MABET, Now wore her wedding gown. HAROLD EK. SMITH, ’15. 38 1a [F the light went out of Alma Brasch’s eyes, wouldn’t it be Dimm? [F Conn couldn’t hit Poage’s head, would MeRack-em ? Ik a Carter can run a Tucker, can Peter’s-son. [IF Clarence is Brown, is Donald Gray? [i Grace Smyth would steal, would Louise Rob-i-son? IF Lela Roberts is a queen, is Leona King? IF Dorothy is Moody, would you take her to Parks? [IF Flora Wepfer Stevens, would Miss Kin-near and get him? IF Miss Ferrier’s fountain pen went dry, would she use Carter’s ink? IF James is a Ladd, is John a West Man? IF Rice gets scorched, is Herman Berndt? [IF Joe is Sharp, would Myrtle Pearce? IF Eva Rose, would Hazel Downer? IF Phat Rice is big, is Rosie Little? ’ Teacher to Freshman—‘‘ What does Rev. stand for?’’ K'reshman—‘‘Revenue, of course.’’ Rogers in Assembly—‘ May I speak?”’ Miss K.—‘‘No, you may take a rest.’’ Valera to Dorothy—‘I like Oakland parks, don’t you?’’ ““Oh, I’ve seen some I like better.’’ First Freshy—‘‘Is it possible to take the greater from the lesser ?”’ Second Freshy—‘‘ You do nearly the same thing when you take tne conceit out of a Senior. Senior (to Freshman)—‘‘Yes, when we played, ‘‘She stoops to Conquer,’’ it took the audience fifteen minutes to leave the nouse.’’ 1 be 7 1 Wy Son nf b ] Cynical Freshman (coldly)—‘‘ Was he lame? Proud (?) Parent—‘‘How is my son getting on in Algebra?”’ Mr. T.—‘‘Oh, well enough, but his answers are quite original. very original in fact.”’ Patronizing Senior (at Freshman Reception Concert)— ‘Are you a lover of good music ?’’ Member of Freshman Grouch Club—‘‘Yes, indeed, but don’ stop them on my account.”’ Student—‘‘Don’t you think that your plaster cast of Achilles’ shield is quite out of date?’’ Miss F.—‘‘T certainly do!’’ Po Student—‘‘Oh, I’m so glad! TI just dropped it and broke it.’ 39 THE SOPHOMORE BRAVE. It is a hardy Sophomore That stoppeth one of three “By thy big peg pants and thy turned up hat, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?”’ He holds him with his brawny hand, ‘‘There is a place,’’ quoth he. ‘Hold off! unhand me, thou second year fool!’’ But never his hand dropt he. He holds him with his brawny hand, The Freshman, he stood still, And there was he tied to a cypress tree. The Sophomore hath his will. PHILLIP ANGELL, 715. Mr. T. said to Bradley one afternoon—‘‘ You may be deaf now. but you’ll get your hearing in the morning. THE LOST WORD. Seated one day at my English, [ was weary and ill at ease, For IJ was vainly trying All of memory’s keys. I wanted a word for my poem, And that word I could not find; So I searched every cranny and crevice Of my poor old weary mind. i looked through the dictionary, Vainly I scanned every page, Until I was almost frantic With disgust, despair, and rage. The poem had to be finished And handed in by three, sut the word I wanted was missing ; What was to become of me? At last in despair from hunting, I decided ’twas all in vain, So I started another poem Of a very different strain. It may be that when least it’s needed I'll find the word that was Iost. But Mil fling it far from my memory, Remembering the trouble it cost. WINIFRED CONWELL, ’14. 40) MAWAVEAV-AV-ANVAWAAV AYA ANT | vt eeennenuemiat 2 4 . a VN 6© One good turn deserves another © VAN VN © WN ‘ ST SCUDENTS Y, CK Viz WV WH, Z| SYEKBE_,S OF THE | RE He Patronize our YS VEXV-SI EN | 7 }OVII© SSA GEN AWAY, LN WH aS CO On |] ADVERTISERS | See who they are in the IN following pages WEN MONK GV ZAIN 4] March 25—Adams says he prefers the moives to anything intellectua! , What will You Be Worth when You Are Forty? Are you going to wander like Jupiter in a Phrygian land, taking chances on finding a kindly disposed Baucis and Philemon? Begin to-day—take advantage of the unequaled oppor- tunity to become wealthy by investing in Richmond real estate—now—to-day. A little each month—A little over 25 cents a day will pui you into possession of a lot in. Nicholl Macdonald Avenue Richmond's Where fortunes are being made even now. Where the huge Civic Center Tract fortunes of the future will be made. Ask Harry, Clyde o1 Gus in the Richmond office for more particulars. BURG. BROS., Inc. The Pioneer Richmond Real Estate Dealers 435 Thirteenth Street, Oakland. Twenty-Third and Macdonald Avenue, Richmond. 660 Market Street, San Francisco. EIS RGR ee So March 12—Miss C. appears with a ‘‘Suffragette’’ hat. Louis Scheeline 406. FOURTEEN TEAST REET Wz COLLEGE TAILOR Vz OS Up to date Suitings at Moderate Prices PPA AAA AAAAAMOOwwv™ ”w rr PPPLPLPPP PLP PPP PPP PPP PLA PA, Phone Richmond 5531 FOR INSIDE: PROPERTY: SEE US Right Property at the Right Time at the Right Prices, in the Right Location WRIGHT BROTHERS Richmond Realty Co. Real Estate and Insurance S. H. WRIGHT W. H. WRIGHT | ¢ 1220 Macdonald Avenue :: Richmond, Cal. Q é ¢ March 13—Axelson stoutly proclaims, ‘‘] don’t think nothing of it.” Dealer in Coal, Wood, Hay, Feed, Lime, Cement and Plaster—-Transfer and Express Storage Street Contracting-Grading. Office 634 Maedonald Ave., Barn 16th and Macdonald Ave. Phone 1471 Phone 22.1 J. J. DAVIS MONTEREY COAL $5.50 TON. aa Ci. BROWN Plaster Contractor 239 Seventh St. RICHMOND, CAL. PAPAL OPP PPP PPP PAE AP A PA ON PD AP AP A A A tO January 23—Joe Sharp puts another nickel in the bank. For the very Best Merchandise At the very Lowest Prices Jones Adkison 513 to 525 Macdonald Ave. ALL THE. TIME Don’t Forget Our MILLINERY DEPARTMENT SOME. DEPARTMENT Miss Stratton MILLINER February 7—Harry Monroe grows another inch. EXTRA PIRST AID EXTRA to empty stomachs given at Ludewig’s Markets Fresh and Salted Meats of Superior Quality at low Prices. We also carry at our 1ew UNION MARKET SATMOId FO 9Ury TH V SPECIAL FOR R. U. H. S. GIRLS es Phone Richmond 401 Prompt Delivery Il. L. DEARBORN SON If you want the best at the lowest price, patronize us. Faney and Staple Groceries, [226-30 Second Street, Richmond. California. PPP LL LLL LPL RRR ALLEL LA PLP POPP LPAL LLLP ALPE LLP LLL LPS 4 4 WALK ABOUT A ‘ i oa = 4) in WALK-OVER SHOES i And You Will Always Travel FIRST CLASS Pes CHAS. G. YONCE ae am, Everything for Men and Young Men § Maedonald Avenue, between Sixth and Seventh. Richmond. C®P PDP PLP LLP PELL EDL PDP PPD POPS yanan A January 14—Newton McCormick buys twelve new rubber collars. B. F. SOMMER Manufacturer of FINE CANDIES Iligh School Headquarters for Scheol Supplies, Stationary and Sporting Goods. SB 2234 MACDONALD AVENUE, Richmond, California. Class Pins Made Kyeglasses Scientifie- fo Order Designs and ally Fitted By V. W. Estimates Furnished Poulsen, Graduate and Kree of Charge Registered Optician O. A. POUESEN RICHMOND'S LEADING Jeweler and Optician Hstablished 1906. DIAMONDS, WATGHES. FINEEJEWELRY. RICH CUT-GLASS ELOCKS. STERLING AND PLATED SILVERWARE. 609 Maedonald Avenue, Near Sixth Street. Richmond, California. February 18—Mrs. R. says her dress isn’t pink, it's rose. Los Angeles Pe San Francisco 7 Y : ee mMosT P Dp A of 09 600 Fourteenth St., cor. Jefferson St. OAKLAND Duplicates of any Photograph in the book furnished in any size, style or finish at special rate to Students March 18—Mrs. R. wears another pink dress. or Arlington Avenue which is nearing eompletion, starting at Richmond and run- ning through EAST RICHMOND HEIGHTS to the State University, thence along the Heights through Claremont and Piedmont to the Lick Observatory at Mt. Hamilton, will be the Finest Scenic Drive in the World EAST RICHMOND HEIGHTS TRACK offers the best advantages for investment of any tract in Richmond, as it bears the same relation to Richmond as the side hill tracts do to Berkeley and Oakland, where the in- vestments have proved to be splendid ones. Buy on ARLING- TON AVENUE. 50 FOOT LOTS $500 D. W. McLAUGHLIN CO. 2301 Maedonald Avenue, Riehmond, Cal. ae | KRE’S a store full of just the sort of things you ought ; H to wear, at just the prices you ought to pay; Clothes n And here we are, ready to shew you the new things, whether. you come . = a o) Cp) A Xe me = O Ve OC ome on 9) io Ou PPP PPP PDP PPP LPP PPP LLL in whose company you'll be proud to be. to look or to buy; and ready to cheerfully hand your money back, if you want it. CHAS� G- YONCE EVERYTHING FOR MEN AND YOUNG MEN Maedonald. between Sixth and Seventh. OP PPP LEPLPP PPL PL PP PE PPP P PPP PP AA A 5 PHONE RICHMOND 5101 PARK FLORIST Fresh Cut Flowers, Plants, Seeds and Floral Designs ¢ 1512 MACDONALD AVE., Near 15th St. ! Richmond, Cal. ? PP PRAABRAREES nn ory re 49 March 19—Mrs. R. repeats that her dress isn’t pink; it’s rose. it aa i mi mile NN. GEO.P.IDE cn eens, CO Extremely Popular Prices With All Classes Have Lino Cord Buttonholes FR Geo. P. Ide Co. MAKERS The new Madras Lauzdered Coller for the many thousands of men who demend something different from the ordinary coller. Has Linocord unbreakable buttonholes are Se ars last longest in laundering—hold shape. Troy, £3 New York. MISS MARTHA WOODS Phone 372] Cor. Maedonald and Fifteenth Streets. y PON LU DITO Phone 6141 1224 Maedona ld Avenue SAY When a man’s in love, That’s his business. When he marries the girl, That’s their business. When they try to cut down expenses, THAT’S MY BUSINESS National Basket Grocery Al. Jackson, Mer. ES January 17—McCann really says something funny. Important Notice SU PBR Pos to Lovers G1 Misia ‘ : Suits If you want to win a girl it’s just the right thing—Call upon Winters, the Florist, he i grows flowers in Summer, eae Winter and. Spring. A bouquet i) Good of flowers makes her heart - crow fonder—You win her up) We Terms sure, everybody will wonder. are on ; : with He has flowers in the _ hot- house always fresh and dandy —They have such a _ fra grance as perfumed candy. ; body’s Adolph Winters is Beer The Union Florist. 5281 Store 6411. every CHAS. G. YONGE es EXCLUSIVE AGENT d16 Macdonald A venue Macdonald, between 6th and 7th Sts. Prescription Department Phone Public Telephone Pay Station No. Official Prescriptionist for S. P. and Santa Fe Railways. Niedecker, The Druggist Graduate in Pharmacy. Cc. E. NIEDECKER. Drugs, Stationery, Trusses, Crutches, Cutlery, Barber Sup- plies, Eastman Kodaks, Kodak Supplies, Developing and Printing. Point Richmond, Cal. ITS BETTER TO HAVE YOUR DRAYING DONE BY P. F. Johnson Son THAN TO WISH YOU HAD March 21—Dimm appears in a black and white check suit. Back East BP CURSIONS FS On Sale Sample Fares May 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 28, Ghreago- 2.2 72,00 30. 31. Meee eee oe ol Os 11, 18, 14, 15, 17, 18, 21, Denver 55.00 Kansas. City u2.- 60.00 22, 23, 20, 26, 27, 28 fil totes. 4. 5. 8.9. 10 pt. Paul--------2- 79.10 TL 16 $6.17, 22: 25.94 . ayy 31 sec i ai, New Orleans___-- (0.00 OU. ey August Ie Pe fie S. 9. 10, New York Be eee ee 108.50 errs es eb ee, 27. 98. Ohaiie}lie2] oe ee ee scene 60.00 September 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, Washington D. C. 107.50 et), ciel. and many others. Good for return three months from date of sale. Not to exceed October 31, 1913. Liberal stop-over privileges. Visit Grand Canyon this trip. Just phone or eall on SantaFe KBZ SANIA FE iar OT T � 7 ; 7 : Mareh 27—Marguerite Lauritzen sits down on the floor. HEESEMAN'S YOUNG MEN'S NORFOLK SUITS These Suits have the straight trousers with cuff bottom and are exceptional values. This Store is the House of Hart, Schaffner Marx for Young Gentlemen. Just the Suit for the Youne Gentlemen ol Particular Taste. $7().00 2 Q bs Q § RPP Oe The most complete line of Athletic and Outing Goods 583-85 MARKET S SAN FRANCISCO, CAL - NE SIGN OF QUALITY k ] Kver displayed on the Pacific Ceast now on display Quality and Prices have made our House Headquarters for the Sports- man and Athlete 583-85 Market Street San Francisco. PPLAPAPLP LPP APPL LPP PPP LPP PPL PLP PPP PILL PLP PL LIPID AP AAP PIII PAP EOP LA —MM DPAPL PPP APL PPP PA BEA . GO April 2—Miss P. knocks at room 5 with her head. Agents for EASTMAN’S Photo Supplies Richmond Pharmacy E. M. FERGUSON, Druggist e € PALL a 724 Maedonald Avenue Telephone 1441. Richmond, Cal. PPA LAO PADI ON The Double [BB] Grocery For Staple and Fancy Groceries We are not pleased until we have first pleased you. B. McWharter, Prop. Phone 1051. Bank Bldg., Point Richmond, Cal. PBA Ye Os W. E. Patterson 2230 Maedonald Avenue We don’t care where you sleep, Where do you Eat? PABA FAALMMAA RAI PE eeeemm WINFREE, The Clothier 106 Macdonald Avenue If you have never worn a Born Suit—Give me your next order—Fit and Satisfaction Guaranteed. PPL LION I NOLO DD DD ODDO OO PPLE A LOL LOL, PLEA LAPP PP PPP PP LPP Jw November 6—William Burns Van Tucker joins the Faculty. Compliments of George Cushing Street Contractor Phone Richmond 5051. Fresh Buttermilk Daiiy Richmond Creamery Co. J. PHIMISTER, Manager. Fresh Milk, Cream, Butter and Eggs Delivered to All Parts of Richmond. Personal Attention—A Trial Solicited Corner Eighth and Barrett, Richmond, Cal. SEIN EEA SS IOI STE rapceaeneneeenoe mente ie EOS. SS SLTPAPE SDMA IAT a IES Lhothand is an easy stepping stone from a higher to a lower con- dition: a ladder on which young men and women may climb to fame and fortune, more surely, perhaps, than in almost any other calling. We train you in the shortest time possible, consistent with thoroughness. POLYTECHNIC BUSINESS COLLEGE 23] Maedonald Avenue Richmond, Cal. sims peeps im tassios tut PP DPD LDP PAE OR e —wuevwvwvevwvwv. ppp ppppddcret tM PDP PPP PADI PPI PP AEP THE-GRIZZEY Ee Stuws and Felts to Suit Every College Man Louis Kline Co. Teun rece Gee PPL LPS ede) December 7—Mr. T. recommends that all dogs be killed. RICHMOND THEATRE Fifth and Macdonald Avenue Turner and Dahnken Cireuit, Largest on Pacific Coast. Equipped with perfect Electric Heating System—Perfect Ventilation. Entire Change of Program Daily The Cream of Motion Pictures. Krom the World’s Best Studios. In Addition to Our Regular Program. SUNDAY WEEE “SELECTED VAUDEVILLE Fifth and Maedonald Avenue. fe ae horp I WASHINGTON AVE. That place at the foot of Washing- ton Ave., where you get a Maga- zine and some GOOD CANDY to make the trip to Oakland less monotonous. : Enejovers ) Specialists on | ' (lege and Schaol Pubtications | | | 53 THIRD STREET. | | | S SAN FRANCISCO | | i ee a ee ee ee ee ee ee ee oe - ) . ry. ne fe = ecember 8—Mr. T. is followed down the street by a yellow dog. JOHN NICHOLL CO. Es Land Owners Contra Costa County, Alameda and Ventura County CALIF ORNs April 3—The cooking class entertains the Faculty at dinner. THE PEOPLE’S PAPER Richmond Daily Independent Carries more Advertising, Prints more news and 1s Read by more People than all other papers Cireulated in Richmond. This Book was printed by the INDEPENDENT’S JOB DEPARTMENT Bri in rh Boss yore Here he is Peneouth as leather —ready for any kind of tussle —more than a match for any rival —a friend to swear by He stands for Bass of the Road Overalls (Union Made—will not rip) —his picture is on every pair NEUSTADTER BROS., Mfrs. San Francisco New York Portland (PPL PAPE PADD APP PPP EAP EP APPA EPP PP APPA AD PAP PEP PAPI PBA PLA PPL LOEOPIE_OOPR PAP 38 April 4—Faculty all report for duty. When Seeking a House yy SSS —— : Fo = don’t tire your wife and yourself out wandering up and down the city, many of the best bargains in Houses and Lots for sale have no sign on them. We have many on our books, how- ever, and can save you lots of time, trouble and money if you will call and consult us. TRUITT, MacQUIDDY MOYLE 709 Maedonald Avenue. Phone 1962. 208 Riehmond Avenue. Phone 5121. LPP PPP LOI PPP PPL PPP EA PPP OE Spiersch. F.-C. Spiersch. Phone Main 1062. SPIERSCH BROTHERS Sanitary Plumbers and-Metal Workers. Oil and Heating Stoves—Patent Chimneys Estimates Furnished—Jobbing Promptly Done 25 Park Place Point Richmond, Cal. PP PPP FI PPP PPA AAS GPR PAPA PDE EEE OOO ABABA APA ADADADPAA AAPA ADAP PLP PLP LLLP LILI LLP III III IIIS HY April 11—Monroe escorts Stella Shoemaker to the ball game. Peele, GROCERY Is because you get the best goods at the lowest prices. Fast Side Grocery Phone 5591. 2112 Macdonald Avenue. : : : NONPN SENSE NICAL AL ALA CEL AER IRR LALA ER AGRI APPEASE WALK-OVER SHOES Are first by millions of feet—Best by the test of Ceeerrr Fit, Price and Style. Chas. G. Yonce Maedonald, between Sixth and Seventlr. MONEYS WORTH OR MONEY BACK ae EN MER AUGH the AUGH hat ve Gr id Drs a Ie sells Sporting Goods and Hardware that will tickle you to death. 136 Washington Avenue. Richmond, Cal. PPL LS. 60 April 14—Harold Smith smiles and dislocates his left ear. PR ale Senge We Are PIANOS. rine Offering To the Most Popular Candidate in This Community ments and we invite you to eall and get particulars. i Bit S TORE 1 troeeries and Merchandise | The Manufacturers have authorized us to give elegant instru- é € ? ¢ ? ? | F SHERV GER Pee Point Richmond, Cal. ELEVENTH ANNIVERSARY PROFIT SHARING CONTEST 412 Office 44] Home 1342. Store Phone “DOC” -FIANEEY. Purveyor to their Royal Highness the Richmond . High School Students. Take home Waffles to your girl or some other fellow’s girl, and get in solid. I’ve got the Time, the Place, the Waffles. Iiave you got the Price? 2) cents per dozen. : . , 41 Washington Avenue. Point Richmond, Cal. Compliments of The Popular Store ro Wa) 4 y . Day a P 36 to 40 Washington Avenue. Richmond, Cal. BBE BLESS FEF IS II OPED A DA April 10—We have decided Willard is human. M THREE THOUSAND STOVES Te ‘DAY! New Perfection WICK BLUE FLAME Oil Cook-stove During a season of many months these stoves are manu. factured at the rate of three SiGuskne a day. This big-scale production indicates how immensely popular this stove has become; what qa convenience and comfort it is to housewives of the country—and will be to you. The new perfection does all kinds of cooking. It burns oil— the cheapest fuel. It is an ideal summer stove—many use it all the year round. Sold py dealers everywhere. For best results we recommend PEARL or EOCENE OTL Sold in bulk and cases. Our nearest station will give you further information. Standard Oil Company :: California 62 PPP PPP PPA PPP PPP PBR PLP DPA LA OND hhh April 11—Willard Poage yells at a ball game, ‘‘Kill the Umpire!”’ BUSINESS IS NOT KNOWN BY WHAT WE SELL, BUT BY WHAT WE DELIVER. WE NEVER MISREPRESENT. BIGGEST BECAUSE BEST. + PULSE BRG Timi Quality Grocers Offiee Phone 1661. Order Room Phone 1351. Phone Richmond 1551. Richmond Hardware Co. HARDWARE, TOOLS, PAINTS, OILS AND GLASS Agents for Edison Phonographs and Reeords. . Ve Maedonald Avenue. Richmond, Cal. April 9—Axelson wears a white cross of honer on his face. WHY You Should Start a Savings Account COURAGE—A Bank Account gives confidence and self-reliance. INDEPENDENCE—A Bank Account makes you Boss instead of the bossed. KHMERGENCY—Money always helps in time of Trouble, Sicknes, Hard Times, ete PRECEDENT—The men of influence and wealth are those who have saved. Money in the Bank makes old age have no terrors.. PLEASURE—A Bank Account helps pay for a va- eation, a New Suit of Clothes, or an education. OPPORTUNITY—When you have money and can pay cash you can often make good 1n- vestments in property. Cash always commands a better price. Buying fur- niture on the installment plan is al! right, but it is slow and costs more. You don’t want to live all your Life on the installment plan. Richmond Savings Bank SAVINGS Located With First National Bank MACDONALD AT SIXTH. April 12—Conn declares he’s over 4 feet 1 inch tall. POPPI III LD LD AD AD AD A ALD AL AP APOLLO I APL AL IAL PLL IPI PP, 3 ria a es ae A SNAPPY LINE OF THESE CLOTHES FOR MEN AND YOUNG MEN. As well as ot her up-to-date Men’s wear, including Stetson and Mallory Hats, Florsheim and Thompson Shoes and Cheney and Keiser Neckwear at Jones, Adkison MacRacken Hirst National Bank Bldg., Macdonald Avenue. Richmond, Cal. and W. oy MacRacken The Hub. Washington Avenue. Point Richmond,. April 15—Te pretty Santa Cruz girl arrives. Now, boys. Alfalfa and Fruit Lands AICP IED D Tehama County - - California WITH WATER $75 per acre and up—Easy Terms—1) per cent down, balance 75 cents per acre per month and up—Best Land- Lowest Price—Kasiest Terms. For further particulars write or eall on B. Schapiro or J. A. Waldheimer 206-08 Phelan Bldg., San Franciseo, Cal. 1127 Maedonald Avenue. Richmond, Cal. Phones Richmond 2131, Richmond 1131. kK. B. SMALLWOOD Funeral Director DEPUTY CORONER Offices 727 Maedonald Avenue, Richmond. Cal. 109 Richmond Avenue, Point Richmond. Service Night. or Day en March 24—The teachers wear new gowns to-day. u | aie | | : 1 Your Opportunity Buy where the greatest development is sure to take place. | Richmond's Restricted District | Richmond City Center Tract is located between San Pablo Avenue and Twenty-third Street, just two thousand feet from Macdonald Avenue, which is in the heart of Rich- | mond’s greatest future development. | | | | This is the Day of Low Prices Lots can be purchased for $400 and up; Ten per cent down and ten dollars per month. This includes the highest class of improvements, to official grade, consisting of Oil Macadamized Streets, Sewer System, Water Mains, Conerete Curbs, Gutters and Cement Sidewalks. Buy Now and Make the Profit : - Property similarly located in San Francisco, Oakland, Los Angeles or Sacramento, sells for $490 per FRONT FOOT and up. Did YOU miss the opportunity to buy in the cities that have already developed? If so, do not miss the oppor- tunity that is passing now. When the City of Richmond has grown to a population of from fifty to seventy-five thousand inhabitants, which is positively assured, it will be TOO LATE to buy lots in RICHMNOD CITY CENTER at $400 and up. Buy Now and Reap the Harvest One Good Investment is Worth a Lifetime of Labor Call or write | BOUQUET MORAN OWNERS AND AGENTS. . | 410-411 First National Bank Bldg., Oakland, Cal. i