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

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And the landlord who bowed to receive his guest Was none other than Cecil Gowan. He smilingly touched a silver bell; But just then in a stunning gown Through the great hall a lady swept, T’was the authoress, Hazel Browne, They greeted each other, but turning soon Outside they beheld another old friend, Fay Northcott approaching in a balloon; She was bound for Canada a year to spend. And guiding the dirigible dowm through the air, So careful and cautious Dan Sink seemed That no harm should befall his passenger fair— T’was a precious charge they deemed. That night some orators were to be heard, So a crowd assembled in the town hall, And all applauded when appeared H. Belford, announcing the speakers all, A political meting it was, he said, And William McCabe was the name Of the candidate all were working for In this “equal vote” campaign. And on the platform beside him sat Emma Sedgley, approving all that was said; She was grown matronly, staid, and fat. From time to time she turned her head To hear Leslie Kingwell eager to speak A word for the cause of the suffragettes, Or Isabel Grant in accents meek Whisper, “woman deserves far more than she gets.” In the midst of Will’s peroration grand A “honk, honk” warned them of the approach Of a crowd of sight-seers passing by With horns and an automobile coach. They’d been speeding carelessly through the town, Neglecting the ordinance in their rush, ’Till quietly halted by Marshall Browne 23

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High School Prophecy I sat one day in silent thought Alone in a garden where poppies grew; My mind in the mist of the past was caught While I spent an hour with a chosen few. I pondered o ’er in this happy hour My days in the Cloverdale High, And my old school friends of years long past, ’Till in vision they came before my eyes:— In a mansion built of stone and cement With splendid arch and towering pillar, His mind upon his work intent, I recognized Professor Miller. Near by conversing in earnest tones, Reviewing it seemed in Latin, a course, Stood a tall thin man and a lady fair, She turned, and I saw Miss Ada Morse. A noise of laughter struck my ears— A jolly crowd, and issuing from it Sounds of voices, and kissing, and tears— Miss Douglas was back from a trip to the comet. I joined the others gathered ’round To hear her tell of her travels, And listening to her story I found A wonderful tale she unraveled. She told of the people she met on the way, And many were scholars of old, She had found them happy, bright, and gay And this is the tale that she told:— Once fatigued from travel she’d stopped to rest At a wayside inn of renown

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Who’d seen at the wheel an old friend—T. Brush. The car was filled with people you know— Evelyn Smith, and Florence Lyle, Delmar Vassar, quite the beau, All togged up in the latest style; Anita Grant, and Lola Lea, Married and chaperoning, and so Trying to act with dignity. Browne fined them ten dollars and let them go. As next day in the train our traveler sat, A man stopped before her, “Fare if you please;” The voice was familiar—still thin as a rat, Clyde Burgess, conductor, seemed quite at his ease. The brakeman now entered, and what do you think! Ihough bearded and whiskered, she saw from afar It was our old friend Jonathan Sink; He told of some others in the next car: Frank Belford, dentist, at his side Clara B, Ethel Graham, her husband and children five. Gertrude L. famed from sea to sea As the greatest prima donna alive— He broke off and darted to the door, The train stopped, Presley Abshire clambered on. He had been upon a man of war, And the sailor was now returning home. Before the train started on again A sign across the street she spied, Old maids’ home;” John was waving with might and main, And signals from the house replied. In the door, her hair done up in curls, Ruth Belcher stood with another girl, Nettie Beasley, still looking prim, But waving away with plenty of vim, As slowly the train from the station passed. Where it went I knew not for a dimness came 24