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

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Suddenly my reverie was ended, and opening my eyes I per¬ ceived that a pretty young lady was looking at me curiously with a smile on the half parted lips. Confused, I tried to ex¬ plain my presence and asked if I might remain. When the students came in I was introduced and asked to speak a few words to them, just as I had seen other visitors do. 1 never thought that the opportunity would ever come to ME. Perceiving a look of gladness pass over rhe laces before me I felt flattered at first, but on second thought a light dawned on me that left me sympathetic, if no longer flattered. Hadn’t I been glad when some old fellow came to talk? Well I determined to talk as long as possible. I guess the children felt satisfied even if the teacher didn’t. After visiting a few classes I took my leave with a feeling of sadness and a longing for the days of Auld Lang Syne. DAN SINK, 11.

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School Twenty Years Afterwards After twenty years’ absence from my old home, one day a longing came over me to return. Although many of the people I knew had left or passed away I determined to go back if only for a day. On driving up West Street I easily recognized all the old buildings which had not been demolished, even though many new and tall ones overshadowed these landmarks. As I saw none but strange faces I proceeded up the street till I saw a familiar old house set back among the shady oaks, It was the school house, the same as when I used to attend, except that it looked older and shabbier. I was surprised at not seeing a fine new structure, but found out later that there was a new school house on the hill, the old one being used for the High School. It was recess. The boys were playing ball and were fighting about it as they did twenty years ago. I wanted to go back again, so I entered the old portals, and seeing no one ascended the steep and narrow stairs. The old bell-rope still dangled over the wood-box and the ladder was in its place so that the janitor could go up in the attic and fix the bell when the boys turned it over, which was often. The first room wms empty. I was glad because an unac¬ countable loneliness was stealing over me. Back by the stove was my old seat and I marched down the aisle and ‘ ‘ took it. ’ ’ As I shut my eyes memories came back. There stood the teacher, book in hand ready to call the roll, looking sharply 1o left and to right in order to catch some unruly boy talking. My name was called. I answered mechanically, and then came the order, “Pass to your classes.” Taking up my battered history I shuffled out with the rest of them talking to my chum behind me, while in front two girls were giggling. 27

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C. H. S. Students Catalogued by Chaucer Me thinketh it accordant to resoun, To telle yow al the condicioun Of ech of hem, so as it semed me, And whiche they weren, and of what degree CECIL GO WAN— Ful longe were his legges and ful lene Y lik a staf, there was no calf y-sene. FAY NORTHCOTT— She was so charitable and so pitous She wolde wepe if that she sawe a mous Caught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde. DAN SINK— Nowher so bisy a man as he thier was And yet he semed bisier than he was WILL McCABE— He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen That seith that hunters been nat holy men. HERBERT BELFORD— He was a verray parfit gentil knight. EMMA SEDGLEY— And French she spak ful, faire and fetisly. ISABELLE GRANT— And of hir smyling was ful simple and coy. JOHN SINK— He was as fresh as is the month of May. W. T. BRUSH, JR.— His eyen twinkled in his heed aright As doon the sterres in the frosty night. FRANK BELFORD— And certeinly he was a good felawe. LLOYD BROWNE— No berd hadde he, ne nevere sholde have As smothe it wjas as it were latey-shave. 29