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

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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

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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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22 C. H. S. SPECTATOR if his rights were about to slip from him, and it wa most certainly an unpleasant situation. Dick, all unconscious of the uncomfortable feelings he had caused his chum, soon took his departure, while Everett sat listening to his retreating footsteps, until the sound died away in.the distance and nothing more was heard but the song of the nightingale in some secluded place, singing his nightly strain, .sweet and clear upon the still evening air. “Phsaw!” exclaimed Everett, as he suddenly rose and en¬ tered the house. “Am I going to make a fool of myself, and just for a girl too? He went to sleep that night trying to convince himself that he did not care how great an incursion Charley Smith had made upon Mable’s feelings. Next morning he was at the station in good season for the train, and it was not long before the others arrived, Charley among the rest. Jessie and Mable came towards him, looking bright and happy. “Oh, Everett!” exclaimed Mable, “You just ought to become better acquainted with Charley Smith; he’s simply dandy. ’ ’ An angry response sprang to his lips, but he quickly checked himself and made a good natured answer. At that moment a whistle was heard and the engine, with its long train of cars, came steaming into the station. After some bustling and hurry¬ ing, the young people were safely settled within the cars and in a few minutes were speeding on their way to the city. It lacked just two weeks until Everett and Dick would graduate. They had been working hard since their vacation, and without interruption in order that the highest honors to be had might be theirs. Everett had been asked to write an oration upon a certain subject, containing original ideas and thought. It was finished at last and the young man felt as if a heavy load had been lifted from his shoulders, as he laid the papers away ready for inspection, in his writing desk. Charley and Mable were still on friendly terms, but he could see that she regarded Everett as her cavalier, and he was