Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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THE ECHO fessed at the committee meeting tonight. But don’t you think it’s absolutely the most disgusting thing you ever heard of? Of course, it’s the game for the Sophs. to try to find out our plans, but that is going a little too far. The Sohps., not knowing how Miss Sutton gained her information, are praising her to the sky. Oh! it just makes me boil all over when I think of it.” fter the girls had discussed the matter for a few minutes, Helen sig- nificantly remarked, “ What do you say to giving the clever Sophomore an- other chance to distinguish herself, girls?” “What's the plan, Helen?” eagerly asked Sally. Shortly afterwards, Nan was saying at the ‘phone, “Hello! is that Miss Sutton? Martha Sutton? Well, this is— (Aside). Hurry, Sally, I’ve got the culprit. Here’s the receiver. Speak up, now.” “Hello! Hello! you still there, Ethel? What's the matter with the old ‘phone, anyway ?—wires must be crossed. Now, remember what I told you about the supper—all the Freshmen are to meet in back of the gym at half past ten tonight. We'll fool the Sophs. yet. Now, be sure to meet me here at ten sharp—you and I are the only ones who know the pass-word, so we have to get their early. Remember, ten sharp, Room 14, Wellby Hall.” Af- ter firing this rapid conversation at the ‘phone, Sally slammed down the re- ceiver, and said, “Here’s hoping that our friend, Miss Sutton, bites at that.” After Martha Sutton overheard this conversation, and exultant gleam shone through her eyes. “Well, isn’t that lucky?” she thought to herself. ‘The wires must have been crossed—wonder who it was that telephoned to me? Lovely piece of information I gained—Oh, you poor Freshman! your supper is certainly doomed. Now, what had I better do—warn all the Sophs., so that they will be sure to prevent it?. But, no! if those two girls who are to meet are detained, the supper can’t come off, for they are the only ones who know the pass-word. I'll go myself, t oRoom 14, Wellby, at ten sharp, and have the pleasure of intercepting them.” The night was cold and stormy, and the distance from Martha Sutton’s voarding place to Wellby Hall was not short, but, in her endeavor to dis- inguish herself, she realized that this was too good a chance to be missed, and braved the storm. t exactly three minutes to ten, Martha, drenched and fatigues after her walk, she was cautiously walking down the long, dimly-lighted hall on the second floor of Wellby Hall, peering at the number of every door. [i- nally, at the end of the hall, she came upon Room 14. A light shone through he transom at the top of the door. She knocked, but no one answered, and, istening for a moment or two, she could not hear a sound. ‘They evidently don't wish to receive callers tonight—probably think that if they keep quiet and don’t answer, whoever is here will depart. But they’re greatly mistaken —I'll knock again and if they don’t answer, walk in,” she thought to herself. True to her word, after her second knock was unanswered, she grasped the loor-knob, opened the door, and boldly stepped in—then started back in amazement— It was the laundry-room! [Page twenty-one]

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THE HCHO shall know anything of it, and, naturally, the Sohps. try to keep track of them and do everything they can to prevent their supper from taking place. Until the very last minute the Freshies are in fear and trembling that the Sohps. shall discover their plans, all of which makes it very exciting.” “We shall certainly never forget our Freshman supper, shall we, (Gracene asked Jeanette Atherley of her sister. “Of all the grand fizzles! Our class, being confident of outwitting the Sophomores, thought that we would have something quite elegant, so arranged for an oyster supper at Wilson’s— Wil- son was the man who used to keep the hotel here, you know. We hired a private dining-room, and expected to have a great lark. We were sure that not a Soph. suspected what we were up to, and word had been passed around among the Freshman girls that every one of them was to be on hand at eight o’clock on the appointed evening. You can imagine our surprise and chagrin when the whole class safely arrived on time, only to find that the Sophomore girls were there ahead of us, sitting at the tables as serene as you please, gobbling down our supper. Of course, we were terribly wrought up over it, ut there was simply nothing for us to do but to meekly take our leave. That story went all over the campus, and you can imagine the feelings of we poor, ittle Freshmen. We found out later, that, in some incredible way, the Sophs. iad discovered our plans, and several of them went to Mr. Wilson, telling 1im that they were some of the girls that wanted the supper, and had decide« to change the time from eight o’clock to seven—Good Gracious! what's the natter, Sally?” For at that moment the door banged open, and there stoox Sally, her black eyes flashing angrily. “Matter enough,” she snapped, “everything’s fallen through—all our ylans discovered—oh, it’s the meanest trick I ever heard of—and we expecte¢ everything to go off so well—it’s pretty maddening! If only I could get hole of that girl for a minute’— “Sally Armstrong,” said Grace Atherley, in a firm, decided tone of voice, “sit down in that chair and calm yourself—then please explain the meaning of this sudden outburst of wrath.” “Anything gone wrong with the Freshman supper, Sally?” asked Nan. “Oh, no, not at all,” replied the irant Sally, sarcastically, “no when you stop to consider that every Sohpomore girl at college knows of our plans to have it tomorrow evening; and all because of the meanest kind of a trick played by one of the Sophs.—that Martha Sutton—you know her, tall and haughty, wears spectacles—acts as if she thought that every Freshman should ask her pardon for living—she boards in town. Well, this morning, she meekly walked up to Ethel Robertson, one of those on the committee. as she was standing in front of the library, and, pretending that she was a oyal Freshman, succeeded in getting out of her all of our plans for the sup- yer. Ethel didn’t know who she was, but the sarcastic way in which Martha said, ‘Thank you very much for telling me this,’ made her slightly suspicious, so she made it a point to find out. When she discovered that the demure little ‘Freshman’ was a Sophomore, she realized what she had done, and con- Page twenty]

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The Rider of the Park y had been relieved from duty at the Eighth avenue entrance re an hour before; had reported at headquarters, and was 4 walking briskly across the park, homeward bound. The night was as clear as crysal, and as cold as ice. The full moon shed a silvery glow over the maples that bordered the avenue, and the stars glistened like myriads of diamonds in the vaulted heavens. As I rounded the corned near the museum, I no- ticed a light in the nightwatchman’s office, just to the right of the suite of rooms given to him for his home, where he had lived for twenty-five years. Tim and I were old friends, so when I saw the light in his office, I decided to pay him a friendly visit. The clock in the beach observatory struck nine, as I knocked. The old man opened the door, and greeted me with a hearty welcome. “Why, howdy, Jerry!” he exclaimed, wringing my hand until I almost saw stars, “it's been an age since I've seen you; how have you been, anyway ? “By the way, you didn’t see anything of the Rider as you came through the park, did you?” he asked as I seated myself on the couch opposite his reading table. “The Rider—pray whom do you mean?” I asked, somewhat indifferent- ly, as I took off my gloves and moved n earer the fire. “You, a park policemen, don’t mean to tell me you have never heard of The Rider of the Park!” he exclaimed in astonishment. “I'm afraid such is the came, but tell me about it: who is The Rider of the Park, any way?” said I, hoping to draw from him one of his many ro- mantic legends of this mysterious old park. “Well, as I remember, it was this way, he began, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his knees, “about twenty years ago, when the mount- ed police were first stationed in the park, there was ah andsome young fellow, by the name of Rafferty, stationed at the Eighth avenue entrance—your own station, Jerry. He was a tall young fellow of powerful build, with dark auburn hair, and big, black eyes that twinkled like stars when he was smil- ing, and that snapped fire when he was angry, which wa s seldom. He was the handsomest man I ever saw in a uniform, and he and his big, black horse were familiar objects around the park of an evening. “Well, Rafferty was in love with Molly Dunne, a sw eet, little blue-eyed gire, who worked in a down-town candy store. Since he was on duty at night, and she at work in the daytime, they didn’t get to go out much to- gether. This is how it happened that Rafferty wasn’t with them, when Saturday night, the thirtieth of November, she and a crowd of her friends came out to a ball given in honor of the opening of the Eighth Avenue Hotel. About twelve o'clock, she and her friends left the hall-room, and came over one to the entrance to take a car for hime. While they were waiting, Rafferty rode up on his big, black horse, dismounted. and stopped to talk with them. They had been talking probably ten minutes (the cars didn’t run as often [Page twenty-two]