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

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20 0. H. S. SPECTATOR “0 yes, Zeke, I am not really hungry, cookies are fine.” So they immediately found a seat in the pavilion and partook of their lunch. In the afternoon Evangelina spied the picture gallery and took Zeke in with her to have their pictures taken. Their joy had no bounds when the good-natured photographer handed them their picture, it being the first they had ever had taken. An hour later they started for the tree where old Dobbin had been tied, and to their horror found no Dobbin. (He had started on a well known road home.) Zeke consoled Evange¬ lina by saying, “Oh well, we can walk it.” So they started toward home and as it seemed years to Evangelina since they had started, she being worn out, began to weep silently and was going to give up when an automobile came up and the chauffeur invited this despairing looking couple to ride home. Evangelina’s tears were dried and after getting comfortably seated in the auto, she put her weary head on Zeke’s shoulder and said, “After all, Zeke, we’ve had just a lovely time, and I’m real glad Dobbin ran away.” E. L. S., ’ll. % Praedicto de Vate (To H. B. ’10.) Allen and Greenough and Hale, Gildersleeve, Bennet and Harkness— Latin grammarians old and stale, Bringing us out of our awful darkness. She will wield them all some day Over the heads of eager youth, Only to drop them—‘ 4 Why ? ’ ’ you say ? To wield the broom and dust-pan, forsooth ! —Anon

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C. H. S. SPECTATOR 19 Sketch Zeke, on bis way to pasture to milk the cows one evening in February, saw Evangelina Brown hurring cross lots with her lit¬ tle freckle-laced brother clinging to her skirts. Zeke whistled a nervous tune when he saw her, for he liked Evangelina, and after reading in the “Bee” about the Citrus Fair at Cloverdale he had been trying to face that exciting moment when he should ask Evangelina to go with him and enjoy a whole day at the Fair. He had been doing chores for the neighbors to get extra money, and had planned on having the time of his life. Zeke stopped whistling and called her. She shyly came toward him. Awkwardly he said: “Evangelina, ask yer ma if you can go with me to the Fair.” Evangelina, delighted at such an invitation, said, “Yes, Zeke,” and hurried on . A week later Evangel ina and Zeke were seen driving old Bobbin toward Cloverdale: Evangelina dressed in a new pink dress and Zeke in liis new overall suit. They reached Cloverdale in due season, and after seeing that Dobbin had all the comforts of horse-life, started out on their day of enjoyment and adventure. The exhibits of oranges in the pavilion were perfectly grand, so grand that they asked if they were made by machin¬ ery. Zeke was going to have a quarrel with the man selling ticklers for “putting an old chicken feather duster in Evan- gelina’s face.” The two took in the wonderful sights and thoroughly enjoyed themselves until suddenly Zeke found he had no money left to pay for dinner. He did not want to tell Evangelina, and he knew she wished something to eat, so he went back to the wagon tied under a tree, and in his overcoat found enough to buy them some cookies. “Say, Evangelina,” he stammered, “I think cookies are good enough for dinner, and—”

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C. H. S. SPECTATOR 21 Sunshine and Shadow Reba Pruitt ’10 The shadows of evening were gathering thick and fast as Everett Mapleson, a tall and broad-shouldered college student, stepped out upon the veranda. Silence reigned on every side, except when the evening breeze, at intervals, caused the leaves to rustle softly. The sweet cooing of the doves as they settled to their nightly rest, was also slightly audible. Just peeping up over the hilltops, the moon was discernible, and, with his full, round face, gave promise to flood the earth with a beautiful, silvery light. Everything seemed in keeping with Everett’s mood: quiet and peaceful. And as he sat there waiting for his college chum, Dick Burton, he thought of the happiness the last four years had brought him. “Hello, Everett!” cried a cheery voice, and Dick came run¬ ning up the steps. “Can’t stay but just a minute because I must be off for home and prepare for starting tomorrow.” They had been at home that week, enjoying a spring vaca¬ tion, but on the morrow were to return to College. “Well, what’s the news, Dick?” said Everett, when,they were comfortably seated for a little chat. “Oh, nothing much. Mabel Howard and Jessie Lea are to go back to school tomorrow, and say, Everett, Charley Smith has just been the shadow of those two girls lately, especially of Mable. He’s one of the Freshmen you know, and we never knew him very well. I guess he will go with the crowd to¬ morrow.” Everett started. He and Mable had been firm friends as long as he could remember, and she had always given him the pref¬ erence over anyone else. The idea of anyone’s usurping his place was not pleasant either. Dick chatted on pleasantly for a few moments longer, and his companion answered him in monosyllables. The fact was although he never would have confessed to it,Everett felt as