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

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whole length of the room and there was Annie all ready for it. Quick as lightning she fired it in and I was screamin’ and yellin ’ “ 8 to 6, 8 to 6! Hooray for our girls! ’ ’ Mrs. Barton was poundin’ my back and Millie was haulin’ at my coat and screamin, ‘ Aint it great? Let’s go and see the girls.” I says “You run on. I’m goin’ to see your mother.” Sonnet (The Poppy Didactic) A golden poppy bloomed one summer day. Its face uplifted to the bright blue sky, With heaven’s radiance it seemed to vie. It tilled me with a feeling of dismay. I longed to be a poppy bright and gay That I might ne’er have cause to grieve or sigh, And be contented as the days passed by-— Without a single care through all life’s way. But while I looked the poppy seemed to fade. The breezes blew its petals to the ground And there it stood with all its beauty gone. I was content to be as I was made, The value of my life at length I’d found; My happiness had only reached its dawn. H. F. B., ’10. 17

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Well, in come another bunch of girls. I guess they was girls, with bright red shirts, havin’ big Ms embroidered on ’em. Pretty soon a whistle tooted and a man threw up the ball and they started pell-mell after it. I didn’t know nothin’ about it but everybody else seemed to think it was powerful excitin’ and kept clappin’ and screamin’ all the time. Little Annie flung the ball into one of them hoops once and the hoys cheered and yelled like mad, especially that Briggs hoy. Then one of the girls in the red shirts tried to toss it in and some rowdies tried to flustrate her and I guess they did ’cause she got all red and missed and one of them said, “good” so everyone could hear; but I was glad to see none of the Pligh School boys did that. All of a sudden the whistle blew and they stopped playin’ and went off but in about ten minutes here they were again and started off like that pair of colts of John William’s did when they heard the train whistle. Two of the girls on each side kept tryin’ to throw the hall in the hoops all the time and the others kept tryin’ to get ’em not to but they did it once in a while anyway, and I was jest beginnin’ to ketch on a little when the whistle blew again and I saw that man put his arm around Annie and lead her away, she a holdin’ one foot in her hand. “Land!” I thought to myself what if Mis’ Barton faints, and I began feelin’ for my smellin’ salts that I always carry in my little bag, when she says, “That’s Annies game ankle again. I hope it doesn’t stop the game long.” Well, I thought I wouldn’t worry if she didn’t. The girls, they all threw themselves down on the floor ’till Annie come a limpin’ back and they began again. “Three minutes more!” I heard some one say. Annie was a standin’ with the ball all ready to throw. “Six to six,” Mrs. Barton whispered, we’ve got to beat ’em!” Annie, she jest missed by a hair and the other side grabbed it up and sent it down to their end and began workin’ like fury. T was standin’ up by this time. They were jest sure of thro win’ it in when Sue Green caught it and give it a fling the 16

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Impressions of Switzerland A little country set high up in the mountains, a play ground for all the world—that is Switzerland. Thither for recreation go people of all nationalities when worn out by the rush and fever of city life. There are no large cities in Switzerland. A sojourn there is like taking a walk through cool green woods when one is hot, tired and worried. It refreshens physically, mentally and morally. Life there is so simple, so close to a fresh clean nature—a nature of majestic, snowy mountains, ever calmly looking down on the valleys below, of clear skies, blue lakes, splendid rocks and tumbling rivers. The Swiss are a country people, but they are not merely a nation of cow-lierders and cheese-makers. They are astute, clear¬ sighted. Their fine railway system (which is owned by the government), their clean inns, and careful provision for the comfort of travelers—these draw thousands of tourists annual¬ ly to the country. The Swiss are often called a nation of hotel keepers; they are the finest hotel keepers in the world. Every¬ thing they have to do with is orderly and clean. They are an honest, thrifty people, tho’ not handsome, and like all mount¬ ain races, serious rather than gay. There are very few crimes among the Swiss; their chief vice is absinthe—drinking, and the government is stopping the sale of that drink in one canton after another. Absinthe, a pale green liquor made from Annis root, is very intoxicating. In Switzerland there are two seasons, winter and summer. Then there are a few rainy months in spring and a few months in the fall when the snow is mushy, and when hardly any tourists go to the country. But in summer and winter the land swarms with foreigners and on all sides sounds the jabbering of many languages. In winter the world goes there to skate, ski or toboggan—in summer to climb mountains and enjoy all sorts of expeditions in a land smiling in sunshine and full of the scent of wild flowers. Switzerland falls into three divisions; in the northeast Ger¬ man is spoken and German customs prevail, in the south Itali- 18