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

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Florence Lyle ’12 In September, 1908, a jolly, noisy, bustling, mischievous class of boys and girls undertook the important step of enter¬ ing high school. It was 1 indeed a novel experience. Their upper-classmen seemed to them so wise and learned. They spoke in such dignified and intellectual language and conversed upon such ponderous and scientific subjects, they recited their far advanced lessons with such ease, and they all had such dig¬ nified ways that the poor little freshmen felt their extreme ignorance with humiliation. But what has become of all these trembling little infants? Why, they have gone almost from memory, and in their stead, there reigns an accomplished class of young ladies and gentle¬ men who are well versed in Latin and mathematics. This brilliant class has with its abilities produced many honored and renowned scholars. During the year the freshmen have been freely chosen to Bold important offices in the literary society, in which they have proven themselves as capable as their predecessors. In recognition of freshman capability, the editor-in-chief of this, our first printed C. U. H. S. paper was elected from among the members of our class. Not only does the freshman class shine out brightly in school and literary society, but also in athletics; the captain of the girls’ basket-ball team being a freshman, as also was one of the star goal players. So, if the freshmen keep up the brilliant career they have begun, what will they have accomplished by the time they be¬ come seniors? 15

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14 C. H. S. SPECTATOR Sophomore Class History Wm. McCabe ’ll In the year 1907 A. D. a cl ss of nine graduates from the Cloverdale Grammar school graduated with great honors. This class set the example for the classes following by having elab¬ orate graduating exercises in the Congregational Church. Out of the nine graduates eight entered the Cloverdale Union High School. During the year the enrollment was increased by the entrance of new members, making a freshman class of fifteen. Throughout the year they as Freshmen took a promi¬ nent part in athletics, social functions and O. Y. L. ,society work. Three of the boys were on the basket-ball team, and so were two of the girls. Five of the boys were on the track. Never in the history of the Cloverdale High School has a sophomore class held the honors of this class of 1911. Its members hold the highest offices the student body can offer: those of president and vice president. Our boys hold the re¬ sponsible positions of manager and captain of both track and basket-ball teams. The class is also proud of the fact that two of their honorable members have been chosen as leaders for the coming Commencement debate. Not only the boys have held these positions, but the girls, too, have won their share of renown. Two of the sophomore girls are on the C. H. S. basket-ball team and they have also held some of the highest positions of the 0. Y. L. society. They all intend to finish their high school course in the C. IT. II. S. and graduate with honors as high or higher than any of the preceding classes.

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C. H. S. SPECTATOR High School Prophecy The thirty students of Cloverdale High O’er many ponderous questions bent But one which called forth many a sigh, Was “what will the future to us present?” I took a walk one night in May. A bright moonlight showed on my way, Wise owls hooted in the trees, And inspirations filled the breeze. I heard a noise like the patter of rain, And at my side descended an aeroplane. The aeronaut from thence alit, Saying If I in his airship would sit I might go with him to Futuredom, To see what my schoolmates would become. And gladly to this I then complied, For an opportunity I spied Of solving that problem difficult, Of which many sighs had been the result. Then began that journey of mine Leaving the world of ninteen- nine Through many a year we rapidly passed ’Till the land of the future was reached at last. Into Cloverdale we downward sailed. But so changed was it I almost failed To recognize the same old town Which twenty years ago I’d known. I took another walk in May The sunlight now shown on my way. Which past a mansion large did run, Where I saw Professor Netherton A little Netherton on each knee, To whom he was teaching geometry. I asked how mademoiselle had fared, And was told that by Cupid she had been ensnared.