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

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28 C. H. S. SPECTATOR I came down to the sea each day And watched the white-caps at their play, But lying yonder near the coast There was a sight I never lost — Peaceful. I came again down to the sea And saw the ship was leaving me; With anchor weighed and sails unfurled, She left me for another world, Silently. The rolling ship sailed o’er the sea, Sailed toward the west, away from me; I know not when we’ll meet again — The thought too sad for tongue or pen. Farewell. I oft since then have seen the sea But ne’er this ship returned to me; It sailed away to come no more, Like Rome’s great men in days of yore — Remembered. Thus from the school room’s narrow walls Have passed to life’s more spacious halls The friends we’ve known and held so dear, Leaving for us who linger here A memory. Wm. Me. ’ll.

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C. H. S. SPECTATOR 27 Our society has not been a business society only, for we have had many enjoyable social functions, such as the girls’ high jinks held in the early days, chicken dinners, dances, especially those at commencement, moonlight hay-rides, trips to the Gey¬ sers, and parties galore, some to be mentioned are Valentine, Hallowe’en, basket-ball and cards. Our social life has been very successful and a credit to the high school in every re¬ spect. Among the achievements of the O. V. L. are staging of plays, thrice winning high prizes at the Citrus Fair, the winning of second prize at the Santa Rosa Carnival and now the publish¬ ing of the O. V. L. Spectator. Truly we may well be proud of the 0. V. L. Society, for it has served its purpose well. The following names are the 0. V. L. presidents who surely deserve credit for the past success of the 0. V. L.: 1905- 6—Helen W. Chase ’06, Victor E. Cooley ’08. 1906- 7—W. Frank Sedgley ’08, Harold Smith ’09, Markell C. Baer ’08, Edith Cooley ’07. 1907- 8—Mattie B. Elliott ’08, Hazel Shelford ’09, Katherine Cooley ’08, Emily Seymour ’08. 1908- 9—Hazel Shelford ’09, Helen Porterfield ’09, Hazel Browne ’10, Lucy S. Baer ’10, Charley Walbridge ’ll. 1 sat upon the beach one day And watched the waves below me play; A ship upon the waves there tossed Out past the light house near the coast— Beautiful. The sight did fill my heart with joy; This ship in hands of God a toy, She rocked so gently on each wave Each heavier swell she seemed to brave— Wonderful.

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C. H. S. SPECTATOR 29 The Magic Stone There once ruled over Granada an old tyrannical Moorish chieftain. He was called Aob Haden. Among his peculiar traits was the study of the stars. He also had great faith in magic. His peculiar habits as, well as his harsh rule, made him unpopular, both in Granada and in the neighboring provinces. , The only consolation he possessed was a young and beauti¬ ful daughter, who was the pride of his heart. It was his am¬ bition to marry her to some great prince. Imagine his com ternation, then, when one day, as he strolled through his gar¬ den of Lynderax, he saw two figures at some distance, one of whom he recognized as the captain of his bodyguard and the other as his own daughter 4 ' Santa Maria!” he exclaimed, and then restrained his rage, as he saw that he was not perceived by them. He watched their movements until he became convinced that they were lovers, then he returned to his own apartments. When he reached the quiet of his own apartments he was overwhelmed with a sudden fit of anger, and seizing a piece of parchment he hastily scrawled some Arabic letters on it. 4 ‘Take this to the captain of my guard,” he said to a slave, “and tell him to leave my employ ,lest he die, and when you have done this summon to me the old astrologer whom I have heard lives in Granada.” The slave took the parchment with a trembling hand, and departed, only too glad to escape from the presence of his terrible master. The captain of the guards was passing a cell in a distant and lonely part of the Alhambra, probably planning some way to wed the young princess, when the slave entered and delivered the scroll and message. After reading the message he turned to the slave and said, “Tell your young mistress that in an hour I shall leave these walls forever, but that true lovers never part.”