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

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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.

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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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18 C. H. S. SPECTATOR lie wore a handsome brown Van Eyke, And on his rounds he rode a bike. Theodora Netherton was traveling in France, Learning to play and also to dance. Will McCabe wrote verses galore, Countries he’d visited a dozen or more. At length a circus came to town, Melvin Ilotelle played the part of a clown. Calling forth trains was T. Brushes vocation, For the town was now graced with a union station. Anita and Ethel had both been married And Ethel of course still in Cloverdale tarried, While Ukiah was Anita’s abode, Though often to Cloverdale she rode. Lloyd Browne was busily practicing law, In a little village of Arkansas. Frank Belford had conceived the notion Of becoming inventor of perpetual motion. Teaching physical culture was John’s occupation. This was always known to be his inclination. And Mabel Hill ’cross the seas had been Learning to play on the violin. In the new Union High School I found Lola Lee, She was teaching algebra and geometry. In a millinery store I found Florence Lyle, And the hats she sold were the latest style. Loi.ie Allegrini was teaching Latin The dresses she wore were made of satin. Matthew Scanlon owned a large vineyard, And to estimate his wealth would be hard. When Evelyn Smith at the door heard me knock, She was busily patching her husband’s sock. And now to the last of the pupils I come Delmar Vassar was engaged in manufacture of gum. And then having seen every High School friend, Back to nineteen-nine my way I did wend. —H. B. ’10