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

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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.

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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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C. H. S. SPECTATOR I wandered into a beautiful lane Where I saw a house on whose window pane Was written in letters golden and bright “Babies cared for day and night.’’ And when I asked, I learned of course That this was the home of Miss Ada Morse. I turned a page of the Reveille, What do you think that I did see? Hazel Shelford, my old schoolmate, For U. S. President was a candidate. . I took a walk around the town, And met a preacher, ’twas Cecil Gowan. A little later I met Lucy Baer, She said she had found a calling rare, As a careful student of bugs and ants, She also studied the lifes of plants. Jeanette and Reba had met like fates For they had found themslves good mates. Each day they did cook and dust and sew, Happy homes they had I know. Herbert Belford was world renowned, TIis encyclopedia was everywhere found. Frank Allegrini kept a grocery store, And ’twas honesty he was noted for. I always knew Charley Walbridge could run, And now he had won the Marathon. In the Olympic games he had competed And all opponents he had defeated. Some beautiful music floated to me The laugh of Isabelle Grant you see, Married and happy as she could be. She told me that Allie was teaching school, And that all of the pupils obeyed her rule. Emma Sedgley was teaching a class to sing, It was wonderful the notes she could fling. Dan Sink had at length hung out his shingle, A doctor he was and no longer single.