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

Text from Pages 1 - 46 of the 1911 volume:

VOLUME VI NUMBER 2 THE SPECTATOR Published by Cloverdale Union High School June 1, 1911 CALENDAR Baccalaureate Sermon .Rev. Henry Ainsworth Commencement Exercises, Thursday, June first, at Humbert’s Opera House. Reception and Dance, Friday, June second, at Humbert’s Opera House. Grammar Grade Graduation Exercises, Thursday, June eighth, in the School House, at two o’clock. Field Day and Basket Picnic, Friday, June Ninth, at the School Grounds. To the Teachers of the Cloverdale High School, we, the staff of the 1911 Spectator, dedicate this commencement num¬ ber of our paper in grateful appreciation of their support of student activities and their interest in the general welfare of the school. THE FACULTY A. W. MILLER, B. S. University of California, 1908. VIOLET OTTOMAN, A. B„ 1909; M. A., 1910 University of California ELEANOR O. FLAUGHER, B. L. Northern University, 1901. GRADUATES EMMA L. SEDGLEY H. ISABELLE GRANT HERBERT BELFORD WILL H. McCABE W. DAN SINK Class Motto—Umquam Altior. Class Colors—Cardinal and Grey. Class Flower—Red Carnation. COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM II Trovatore (Fantasia). . . Invocation . Music .. Saultatory . “Blue and Gold”. Presentation of Diplomas. The Lovely Month of May Play. ...Nettie Beasley Rev. J. W. Hinds .Dan Sink .School .A. W. Miller .Nettie Beasley “The Missing Miss Miller” C. H. S. Spectator Staff J. L. COOLEY . F. H. BELFORD ... NETTIE BEASLEY WILL McCABE .... EMMA SEDGLEY . EVELYN SMITH .. DAN SINK . LUELLA ROBERTS FLORENCE LYLE . ISABELLE GRANT .Editor . ; . Manager Assistant Editor . Literary Editor .Josh Editor .O. V. L. Editor . Boys ' Athletics .Girls ' Athletics . . Girls’ Athletics ETHYL GRAHAM Staff Artists t At last another year of school and its accompanying joys and hardships is past, and it is with a feeling of gladness that we think of the long two months’ vacation which are here. This last year of school has been a very trying one. We have had such troubled times with so many different teachers, that it was along near the latter part of the term before we really got settled. But next year we know it will be better. And another issue of The Spectator is out. No one knows how glad the editor and his staff are, now that that task is accomplished. It is quite an undertaking to get out a good paper i n such a small school. And yet for the good of the school and the community in general, it should at least be at¬ tempted. For in this way the smaller is brought in contact with the larger school, much to the good of the former, and sometimes for the benefit of the latter. The editor takes this space to thank the staff and all The pupils for the interest they have taken in the paper, and the assistance they have given him. The “Missing Miss Miller,” a play in three acts, seems very promising. Under the skillful guidance of Miss Ottoman, the High School students make fine amateur actors. Caught Masquerading G. L. ’13. I had taken my aunt and sister to Hotel Piedmont, where we were to remain during the Yale-Harvard boat races. My room was next to the Harvard boys’, and it was along about three o’clock in the morning before we quieted down for a few hours’ rest. When I awoke it was broad day-light and I sprang from my bed and hastily looked at my watch. It was ten o’clock, and the races began at eleven. I started to find my clothes, but to my dismay I found they were gone. The boys had taken them for a joke. In my despair I called to my sister. She came to the door outside and asked the nature of the trouble. “Trouble!” I thundered. ' ‘Trouble enough! Bring me some clothes. The boys have taken mine. Be quick, I tell you !” “Why, Jack! she cried. “You know you have no other clothes. Do try to find something to wear; for Aunt Sarah isn’t going to the races, and I want you to accompany me!” With a groan, I fell back into a chair. What was I to do? Suddenly I exclaimed, “Bring Aunt Sarah ' s black silk and you shall go!” I heard her hurrying through the hall to Aunt Sarah’s room. Presently I heard her returning. “Jack, open the door. Here are the dress and things.” I opened the door wide enough to receive the clothes and bade her go and dress for the races, and then return to my room. When she left, I picked up the bundle. There was the black silk dress and two underskirts, a shawl, gloves, an odd bonnet, which only covered the top of my head, and last of all, I found a wig and parasol. I was in the seventh heaven of delight and I began to dress hurriedly. I was all dressed when my sister entered the room, dressed for the races. “ hy Jack, what a n old dear you are. You make a dandy old woman;” Alice said, laughingly. “Yes,” I answered faintly. Let’s adjourn.” 8 «r- I succeeded in passing several guests in the hall without being recognized and was breathing a sigh of relief, when I was suddenly greeted by two old ladies, who took me for Aunt Sarah. One of them must have been fond of Aunt Sarah, for she came up and gave me some friendly kisses be¬ tween exclamations of ‘‘Land Sakes! Glad to run into yer! Wal, I never! How tall ye appears to be!” How I longed to tell them it all was a mistake. But with those two garralous old ladies, how was I to get a word in edgeways? My sister came to my rescue. Pardon me,” she ventured, “but we are on our way to the Yale-Harvard rares. Will you excuse us? Our auto is ready.” “Wal, now, I never!” piped in Samanthy. “We be goin’ that way, too. Don ' t you sup¬ pose you could take us along?” “Yes, do come,” I urged in despair, for it was time for the races to begin. So we were accompanied by Samanthy and Jane, both dear friends of Aunt Sarah’s. We had traveled a good distance, when at last we came to a place near the races. Now was my time to begin to fear for my safety. How was I to still remain disguised? My chauffeur guided the car almost to the water’s edge, and there stopped the machine. I quickly raised the parasol and held it before my face, sinking back out of sight as I did so. But Samanthy and Jane would not have it so. They per¬ sisted in carrying on conversation much to my disgust. Finally all the boats lined up. How pretty the white sails gleamed along the water in the distance! Then came the pis¬ tol shot, and all the boats darted forward. First Yale was ahead, but was later far surpassed by Harvard. How excit¬ ing it all was, and how the crowd cheered! In my excitement, I forgot I was a lady, and stood upright in the car and began to cheer as loud as I could. Samanthy and Jane looked shocked! I heard Jane say to Samanthy that “Probably dear Sarah had quite lost her senses.” The shouting grew louder. The race grew more exciting Then it was too much for me, so standing on the seat in my 9 excitement, I leaped to the ground, and taking my stand among the Harvard boys, I yelled as loud as they. At first I was not noticed, but later I saw that several of the boys recognized me. I my excitement, I waived aloft my hat, and alas! my wig fell off! I stopped to pick it up. Then I felt a sharp crack on my back, and looking up beheld a po¬ liceman. “You just come along with me, old lady,” he demanded. “Consarn an old fool.” “See here ' I retorted, “I’m Jack Foster, and I came to see the races.” “The deuce you did. You’re just playing some bunco game on me. . Come along.” “I tell you I won’t.” “Well, we’ll see,” and thereupon he took out a pair of hand¬ cuffs. By this time things looked pretty uncertain for me. My sister and the two old maids had now arrived on the scene of action, and I hardly knew what to do. So I merely said to my sister, “Go in the auto and get Aunt Sarah and some of the Harvard boys. Be quick.” With this, she was off. Then, turning to the officer, I tried to reason with him. I told him my story, but to no avail, for when I finished, he said, “Well, you’ll have to show me!” “I will,” I exclaimed, and started to pull up my skirts to prove it, for I had a pair of blue overalls on underneath. Whereupon Samanthy and Jane screamed. “Oh, don’t let her,” shouted Samanthy. “She has quite lost her senses.” So with Samanthy screaming and Jane holding my dresses down, I stood trembling with anger. I heard the honk of an auto. Looking up, I saw our car with Aunt Sarah, sister and a crowd of Harvard boys. They quickly alighted and came towards us. Turning to the officer, I glared fiercely into his face. “Here’s my proof,” I hissed. “No difference; come along!” And half dragging and half pulling me, we started through the crowd. Suddenly we 10 heard a rush behind us. The boys were coming to my rescue! “Unhand that boy,” shouted the nearest one. “That boy?” piped Samanthy in bewilderment. “Wal, now, I never. Let me git away from here. Another gone crazy!” With this Samanthy and Jane went tottering through the crowd. “Look here, young fellow, you’re a pretty good sort of a fellow, but you’d better be going on your way, and not be meddlin’ with my business, or you’ll just come with me.” “See this ten-dollar bill?” said Ronald. “Recon I do, Pard,” answered the officer. “Well, you just let that boy go and it’ll be yours!” “Now, see here, young fellow, I like you and I’ll do that, providin’ you pass right along and keep mum ’bout this here little affair.” “It’s a go.” We passed quickly out from among the cheering crowd of Harvard boys, and soon we were spinning over the dusty road to the hotel. A Trip to Japan at the Time of the Revolution Following the War It was on a cloudy November day. A light breeze was play¬ ing with the little blue flag with the white field in the center, which was hoisted on the signal line of the steamer “Silvia,” and which showed that she was ready to leave port. On the hindmast could be seen the yellow flag with the dragon, which showed that the destination of the heavy-loaded boat was the Far East. Along backboard laid a tender on which the passengers had just arrived. Everything was ready. On the bridge was Captain Jaeger, with the third officer at the machine tele¬ graph, and the quartermaster at the wheel. “Its about time the pilot showed up,” said the captain. The third officer said that he had just seen him coming over the gangway. A minute later he came up the bridge, having a friendly “How do you do?” with the captain, and then was ready for his duty. ‘Gangway over; lines loose,” came the command from the bridge, which was instantly obeyed. “Slow forwards,” re¬ peated the third officer, which was the order he had just re¬ ceived from the pilot, and he turned the telegraph over to slow forwards. A minute later the huge steamer was in mo¬ tion. Handkerchiefs were waved by the people ashore as the last farewell. In the eyes of the women and girls ashore, a few tears were visible, which were probably for the husbands or sweethearts they had aboard. 1 he ship was moving half speed now, and soon the order same, “Full speed, forwards!” harther and farther grew the distance between the ship and the shores of dear old Hamburg. Soon, only the tower of the old Mechailis church was visible, and after a while, that, too, had disappeared. One thing was sure, and that was that no one aboard would see Hambu rg again for at least five months. 13 A good many of those aboard felt sad. Most everyone had left someone dear behind him. Evening came nearer, darkness was creeping over the sky, and soon the sun, which looked like a big ball of fire lying on top of the water, had gone down, and it was night. Fast and silent the boat was gliding down the river. Only the splashing of the waves against the banks of the stream could be heard. About 9 o’clock the blink-fire of “Cuxhaven,” the spot where the “Elbe” runs into the North Sea, was sighted, and a little later reached. A small steamer came alongside to take the pilot aboard. Our real voyage had begun. “Full steam forward,” ordered the captain, and at full speed the boat was making its way to¬ wards the next port, which was “Antwerp.” A strong northeast wind was whipping the already wild North Sea. Once in a while a breaker washed over deck, and made things uneasy for those who had to go to the fore part of the ship, especially for the crew, who have their sleeping quarters there. The boat was now rolling and tossing. Not a single pas¬ senger could be seen on deck. They had gone to their cabins, where the most of them were paying tribute to “Neptune,” and were wishing they never had left the safety of the shore. From the bridge came the sound of a bell, which was repeat¬ ed by the sailor in the out-look. He rang six bells. It was time to go to bed. The next morning the situation had changed a little. Only a light breeze was blowing, and the sea, too, had quieted down Quite a few passengers still with pale faces, were sittin on deck, and were enjoying the pure sea air. When the gong announced that it was time for breakfast, most of them remained on deck, as they thought it would be safe not to take any chances in going to the dining ' -room. where the aroma of the cooking works a kind of peculiarly on those who aren’t used to traveling much on water. Well, we arrived next day at the Shelde, and sailed up to Antwerp, where some of the passengers went ashore. 14 The next day we continued our trip. We steamed down the Shelde, then went through the English Channel, into the Gulf of Biscaja, through the Strait of Gibraltar, and into the Med¬ iterranean Sea toward Port Said, our next port. Now we went sout hward again through the Suez Canal into the Red Sea. When passing Cape Perim, we signaled. From here the telegraph reported our whereabouts to those at home, several thousand miles away. 1 he next port to be made was Colombo. Then came Pan- nang, Singapore, Hongcong, Sanghai, Moji, Kobe, Jokahama, and Nagasaki. An order awaited us here to sail to Jokaitsy, from which place we had to take Russian soldiers and officers, which had been the prisoners of the Japanese, to Vladivostok. We left Jokaitsy January the nineteenth, and arrived in Vladivostok on the twenty-second of January, 1905. It was very cold there, the thermometer showing thirty-three degrees below zero. The Bay of Vladivostok was covered with ice, which was about seven or eight feet thick, and only with the help of a very large ice cutter were we able to get into port. About a half a mile fr om shore, we fastened our steamer, and landed the soldiers and officere on the ice. Vladivostok, which is merely a Russian naval sea port, on the Japan Sea, was at that time in a terrible condition. There wasn t a single building in town which wasn ' t demolished, almost everyone being sho or burned down. lhe streets were crowded with revolting soldiers and dirty Coreaner, natives of that country, which look like Chinamen, only that the men have a beard. I never saw a soldier saluting an officer. The latter ones were glad when they were not bothered with them. We were to have the pleasure of getting acquainted with these Wodka loving warriors. On January 28 we took two thousand two hundred men, in¬ cluding seventy officers aboard, to take them back to Odessa (Southern Russia.) We left Vladivostok the next morning at 6 a. m. At 2 15 o’clock we had the bay hehind us, and had reached open water. Everyone aboard was glad that he was bound southward now into a tropical zone, where the sun was shining, and where the weather was not like that in the part of the globe, where we were now, where the sun during the winter months never came through the clouds. All these happy thoughts shouldn’t last very long. Around half past two, a terrible explosion occurred, something strange seemed to lift up the heavy steamer for a second, and then we began to sink. An indescribable panic followed now. All the two thousand soldiers and officers, accept one, who had died during the night, and was ready to be burried in the sea, came running on deck. Everyone tried to reach the highest point, in a few seconds the smoke-stack, the masts and the life-saving boats were crowded with the panic-stricken men. In their excitement and ignorance, they had cut the ropes on which the life savings boats hang on the davits. They thought that the boats would simply float, when the water reached the boats-deck. They didn’t think about the current. On rear-deck was a boat, which was always swung out, when having passengers on board. This, too, was overcrowded and from the weight of all those who were in it, one of the ropes broke, and the boat fell, and hung on one davit. All those who had been in the boat found their grave in the icy waves. It was impossible for us to rescue them. We had more than two thousand people aboard, and it was our duty to save them. Immediately after the explosion, which was caused by a floating mine, we gave danger signals, and then turned our sinking steamer landwards again. Our signals were answered by some of the ships which lay way out in the bay. They all tried to .come to our rescue, but were unable to get out of the ice. At last a Norweigian steamer, which had come in the day before, succeeded in get¬ ting its propellor moving, and came as fast as it could towards us. 16 In the meantime, we had been able to make our way towards the ice without any assistance. When the Norwegian steamer came close we signaled it to stand by us, in case the iron wall, which separated the engine room from the front compartment, in which about two thou¬ sand tons of water had poured, couldn ' t stand the pressure. He might be able to take our soldiers and officers aboard, and save us, too, the crew and officers of our ship. As soon as we had reached the ice, the soldiers with cork- waists tied over their heavy fur coats, had thrown ropes over the railing, and were climbing down on these upon the ice, even, while the steamer was in motion. By six o’clock we had reached the shore and had succeeded in grounding the steamer, to prevent it from sinking farther. The greatest danger was now over. The Norwegian steamer, which had stood by us all this time, left us now. The soldiers and officers, who had remain¬ ed until now were landed. Next day divers were summoned to repair the leak tem¬ porarily, which took them about six weeks. When the hole was repaired, and the water pumped out, we found seven bodies frozen into the ice. How many were killed in the accident was never really known, because most of the soldiers had fled over the ice. From Vladivostok we sailed to Nagasaky (Japan), where we docked and repaired the ship for our return trip. After making the different ports, such as: Moji, Shankhai, Hongkong, Singapore, Pennang, Mulmain, Colombo, Eden, Suez, Port-Said, Le Havre, and Bremerhaven, we arrived after almost a ten months’ trip, in Hamburg, our home, sweet home, town. Ed. Note —Phillip Crell is a little German boy who has been in this country only a short time. Purposely the language has been left in the odd style in which the article was handed in. Before Adam (With No Apologies to Jack London) The Warwick Home Club of the University of California ad held its annual reunion. The fellows were seated around the table after the feed listening to the stories of the grads Harlow told of the capture Juarez by Madero. He had visited the scene of the Mexican hostilities in company with Jack ondon and was loud in his praises of him. Dad Dunlap lis¬ tened with a bored air. Dad had helped build a railroad through White Horse Pass, in Alaska, served three years in le army in t ie Philippines, and led quite an adventurous life Jack London is a boomer,” said Dad. “He does not under¬ stand Socialism, and his book ‘Before Adam,” makes me tired O yes, a boomer is a bluffer. Those are the fellows who never hold one job long enough to get it warm. When I was in Utah had an experience that beats anything Jack London ever win r S ° r range that 1 keep sti11 aboi,t jt - so people no call me a liar; but I know you fellows will be inter- ested and take it for only what it is worth. During my Sophomore year in college ' I became quite chummy with bred Atherton, the artist. He is a grea stu- dent of Mystic Philosophy, believed in Theosophy, the Occult sciences and the transmigration of souls. We both had to qui co ege for lack of funds and he was also worn out from overwork. W e got work on the Central Pacific reconstruction, under • I. Randall. W e all called him Hi for short. We were first assigned to duty with a surveying party upon the western •shore of Salt Lake, running the lines for the Lucin Cut-off It was a grand country, vast alkali plains, crossed by rugged ranges. 1 he days were hot and simmering; the nights cool and clear as crystals. It was a strange weird land, full of fanatics. Having only Greeks and Austrians for companions, Atherton and I grew very intimate, and while I laid most of 11s strange beliefs to the imagination of an over-wrought 18 nervous system, I was greatly interested in them and found their contemplation a pleasant recreation for my matter of fact mind. The work was hard and continuous, so we did not have much time for philosophic contempations. Then Randall sent us up to Terrace to join a party under D. D. Dooley, called Drunk and Dirty, because of his habits. Because of his unusual ability in making preliminary surveys through rough country, the R. R. Co. overlooked his fault of sometimes getting on a spree. Unfortunately for us, Dooley was on a spree, and though drunk, insisted on starting out immediately. There was Red, the driver of the line wagon; two Italian laborers, Joe and Honey; Griffiths Atherton and myself. We sat three in a seat with our luggage piled up be¬ hind. We were to go south along the Hogup mountains, following the west shore of Salt Lake until we came to the Lake Side mountains, and then we were to turn westward and go to the Nevada line, passing south of Pigeon Point, and north of Pilot Knob. In this region the rugged mountain ranges that rose from the plains had beach marks, clam beds, and mute signs of marine life of thousands of years ago. The lake or ocean had at one time been high above the present level of the water. Dooley had taken a liberal supply of whiskey, which he offered to all. Atherton and I refused; the Italians drank some, but Red and Dooley fast developed into a drunken spree. When several days out we lost our way. Atherton and I were in an unknown country, the Italians knew nothing of desert lore, and the driver and our chief were beyond giv¬ ing us any help. It was a pretty mess. One evening we miss¬ ed the spring Red said we should find. The night was spent in hunting for it, but the next day we sought shelter in the scant shade of a scrubby cedar growth upon the hill sides. The heat and intense thirst, were unbearable. Red and Dooley both became delirious and finally unconscious. Towards evening Atherton and I noticed some snow in the crevice of the rocks on the north side of one of the peaks. We toiled painfully up to where it was and found about two 19 bucketsful, which gave us some water. Whil e we were gone the Italians had taken the horses and left us in the lurch. We could see them far across the alkali plain. Their skeletons were afterwards found in the desert. We gave Red and Dooley some of the water, but the combined effects of heat, thirst and alcohol had left them in a delirious condition. You can imagine the despair that came over Atherton and me. e were weak from thirst and heat, without the horses and lost in an unknown desert with two helpless compan¬ ions. We decided to try to reach the west shore of the lake, hoping to find some fresh water there. That night we worked our way across the mountain range, carrying some food, the small remaining amount of water and half dragging our com¬ panions. We often sank down from very weariness and I was sure Atherton was losing his head,too. He began to talk about his belief in the transmigrations of souls and to tell me he could, by throwing himself into a trance, remember any of his previous lives. He could detach his soul from his body and visit distant scenes, and by pure thoughts and simple liv¬ ing, could live any of his previous lives over again. About dawn we laid down to rest once more. The sun was well up in the sky when I was awakened by Atherton. Red and Doo¬ ley were still in a stupor. But a change had come over the country. The hills were thickly wooded and the waters of the lake were rolling their billows up to our very feet on the old shore marks five hun¬ dred feet ' above the present level of the lake. Atherton wore an old skin and had clothed the rest of us in the same manner. Down by the beach I saw somelndians or natives also dressed in skins—men, women and children all alike—and they were fishing. I thought the heat had gone to my head and shook myself, rubbed my eyes and tried to get back to earth. You are not dreaming, said Atherton, “I have brought you all back with me ten thousand years, when I used to live with the Cave People in these hills.” I was sure he was crazy and did not believe my own senses. I could not get nd of the hallucinations. “You remain here,” said Atherton, “While I go and get help from the people yonder.” Atherton 20 soon returned, bringing both food and water, and accompanied by one of the Cave women, graceful as a fawn, the most win¬ some creature I had ever set eyes on. After eating and drinking some of the people helped us and we carried Red and Dooley to the village, which was a nest of caves in the cliffs. We remained several days. We all recovered our bodily strength, but Red and Dooley remained in their delirium. Atherton said their souls were too coarse and unrefined to be taken back to a precious existence. The lives of the Cave people I will not describe now, but wait until we have more leisure; but Jack London’s description of primitive people is far-fetched. I have seen it with my own eyes though I can¬ not explain it. Atherton thinks he can, but I do not know. A terrific thunder storm swept over the land, and when it was over we started for home, helped by the Cave People. The Cave woman I mentioned was Atherton’s sweetheart. On parting she gave him a present of a pottery vase full of prec¬ ious gems. Then she disappeared and the desert was before us again. Hi Randall says he found Atherton and I dragging Red and Dooley across the hot sands. We were both out of our heads with the thirst and heat, and it took several weeks in the hos¬ pital to put us in shape again. I could 11 the whole experi¬ ence the imaginations of a heat-crazed mind if it was not for the pottery vase. It was real, full of precious stones and showed the workmanship of a primitive people. Atherton gave me half of the proceeds and we came back to college upon the money. Girls’ Basketball Luella Roberts ’14. The girls’ basketball team was organized the first part of the .last semester, with Emma Sedgley Ti, as manager, and Ethyl Graham ’12, as captain. On November ir, 1910, we played our first game with Healdsburg High School, at Healdsburg, with the follow- team: Isabelle Grant ’ll, center; Emma Sedgley ’ii, and Anita Grant ’12, guards; Hazel Browne ’10, Ethyl Graham ’12, goals, and Louise Wilson ’13, sub. The result of this game was 12 to 18 in favor of our team. There was a good attendance, and among the spectators were a. great many from Cloverdale. Xo more games were played, in 1910, and none in 1911, as our team was broken up, on account of so many girls drop- ping out. Athletics The summer and fall of the year nineteen ten and the winter and spring of nineteen eleven, our school enjoyed the most success in athletics that it has for some time. Owing to the efforts of the boys of the school, though few in number, and the interest taken by everyone, we had speedy basketball and baseball teams, and very good track and tennis teams. Early in the fall the boys went into training for positions on the basketball team, and it was one of the captain’s most onorous tasks to pick his players. The players selected to represent our school were: Centers, Brush and McDonald; forwards, McCabe, Reger, Thompson; guards, J. Sink, D. Sink and F. Belford. The first game played was against a team picked from the city schools. After a hard fought game, in which Mahoney, of the visitors, had the skin torn from the bottom of his foot, the home team emerged triumphant with a score of 17 to 33. McCabe played a star game, making 20 of the points for the home team. Soon after this game our boys lined up against the strong team from Healdsburg, with Beason as their center, and Lampson and Eldridge as goalers. The Cloverdale boys were in the lead from the start and by their classy team work, play¬ ed the boys from the prune city off their feet to the tune of 12 to 21. The third game scheduled was with Geyserville. The team work displayed before was in evidence, and with Reger and McCabe as forwards, Brush as center, and the Sink Brothers as guards, Geyserville went down to their first defeat, the final score being 14 to 27. By this time our team had gained confidence enough to enter the Northwestern Sub-League, and played the first game in Healdsburg against the representative team of that city. At the end of the first half we were behind by 6 points, the score being 12 to 6; but again by our machine-like team work we forged ahead and defeated the home team by 23 to 19. 23 The next victory for Cloverdale was won from the whirl¬ wind team from Sebastopol. This was the best game of the season, as the teams were evenly matched. At the end of the first half the score stood even, and was 16 to 16 during nearly the whole of the second half. Cloverdale made the winning goal as the time whistle was being blown. Reger was easily the star. St. Helena was our next opponent, and we journeved to that city only to meet our first defeat. The score was 14 to 21, and they had the best of us from the start. d he first game under the auspices of the Sub-League was played against the team from A illits. It was their first game and they were overwhelmed from the start. The final score resulted in 6 to 29. I his entered us in the semi-finals, and we went to San Ra¬ fael to play the Mt. Tamalpias Military Academy. Owing to the small court we were defeated, 42 to 24. After this our team was disbanded and new officers elected. Belford was made captain and Reger, manager. We got out for several football practices and tryouts, but found that our team would lack weight, so did not send it against any outside schools. Our track team had a little better succe. ' ' . We held one meet on the school oval. The Grammar School athletes and McCrays took part. I he High School boys succeeded in winning the meet with Belford, taking first place in the mile, half mile and 440. Mc¬ Cabe took the high jump at 5 ft 7 in., which gives the record to him. Abshire won the 100 and secured second place in the 220. No records were broken, except the high jump. During the summer a great deal of interest was taken in tennis, and Dan Sink was selected to represent the school. In a very close match he was defeated by a small margin by the alumni player, Frank Sedgley. Score 6-4, 7-9, 7-5. ° ur baseball team was not as strong as could be, owing to the lack of ability, but we made a good showing against the invincible team of the grammar school. We were defeated in the first game of the series by a small margin, the score being 24 2 to 3. But in the second game the High School were win¬ ners from the beginning, the final score totaling 7 to 5. Great interest centered in the final and deciding game, but we came off victorious after a hard struggle. The teams lined up as follows: High School— R. H. E. Grammar School— R. H. E. Bel ford c 0 1 0 Haehl, 2b . . O I 0 Thompson, p 3b. . .. 0 1 0 Butler, p . . O 2 0 J. Sink, ib. .. 0 1 0 C. Butler, ib. . O O 0 Reger, p 2b . . . 0 0 0 Brown, 3b . . O O 0 Scanlon, ss . .. 0 0 0 Lea, ss . . O I 0 D. Sink, 3b. .. 2 1 0 G. Cooley, cf. . O O 0 McCabe, rf . .. 0 1 1 F. Lea, If. . O O 0 Brush, cf. .. 0 1 1 W. Hill, rf. . O O 0 Cooley, If. .. 0 0 0 McDonald, c. . O 2 0 Total. .. 2 5 1 Total. . O 6 0 Qualite non quantite, describes exactly our list of ex¬ changes this term. The few we have received, however, were much enjoyed by all. They were all good papers, and we hope to be remembered by them another year. “The Searchlight,” San Rafael High School: Your Fresh¬ man edition was very interesting; your jokes are good—the kind more High School papers should have—those of a per¬ sonal nature. “The Skirmisher,” St. Mathews School, Burlingame: You are always welcome, “Skirmisher.” Your paper is indeed, good, but your literary columns are hardly equal to your other departments. Acorn, Alameda High School: Your Commencement number is fine. Your paper would be more attractive, how¬ ever, if the covers—both inside and out—were free from ad¬ vertisements. “Sotoyoman,” Healdsburg High School: We have not re¬ ceived and recent copies of the “Sotoyoman.” Your paper is always interesting, and we should like to see it again. Gold Pan : We find your paper interesting. Your cover design is well done. Come again. Jean Smith ' 93, for the past six months has been a student at the University of California. Frank Yordi ’95, and wife (Ethel Caldwell ’93), are now visiting with relatives in this city. Adah Williams ’96, has returned to her home in Cloverdale after spending the winter in Susanville, California. Jessie Bentley, 1900, has been teaching in the Crocker dis¬ trict school, near Cloverdale. Mrs. Bruning (Annie Koester ’oi), resident of Petaluma. Mrs. Deitman (Zoe Levicy ’oi), is visiting her parents in Cloverdale. Sue Shelford ’03, is teaching the third and fourth grades of the Cloverdale Grammar School. Marian Chase ’05, has moved to Berkeley. Mrs. McAbee (Ethel Lile 06), is residing in Cloverdale. Nora Pruitt 08, is one of the office employes of the Metro¬ politan Life Insurance Company, in San Francisco. Frank Sedgley ’08, is clerking at the Clover Leaf Pharmacy, Cloverdale. Emily Seymour ’08, is teaching at San Miguel, San Luis Obispo county. Marked Baer ’08, is attending college at Berkeley. Mattie Elliott ’08, is teaching school at Yorkville. Hazel Shelford ’09, has engaged in the millinery business in this city. Hazel Browne ’10, and Fay Northcott ’io, are attending the San Jose Normal. Cecil, Gowan 10, is teaching school near Philo. 27 History ot the Class of 1911 H. B. ’ii. On September 4, 1907, the class ' 11 entered Cloverdale High School fourteen strong. They soon got the run of things and settled down to their share of work and play. During the Freshman year one member of this class played on the C. Id. S. basketball team ,and five were on the track team. Freshmen also held several important offices in the O. V. L. Society. As Sophomore , they dwindled to nine in number, but took the leading part in school activities. The highest offices in the O. V. L. Society were held by members of this class. 1 hey also filled the positions of captain and manager of the basketball team, and captain of the track team. In the last two years the class has decreased in number, but its influence in the school has steadily grown. Now the five who are left will graduate with the highest honors on June first. They feel that they can look back on four well- spent years in High School. They can truthfully say that no previous class has done more for their school. Junior Class History J. S. ’ 12 . In September, 1908, a jolly band of boys and girls entered the High School. They were not awed by the upper-class¬ men as Freshmen usually are, but took everything as it came and never made a complaint. They took the lead from the start and were soon recog¬ nized as the best Freshmen class ever known to enter C. H. S. They held prominent positions in the student body and also in athletics. Never in the history of Cloverdale High School was there such a Sophomore class. Three of the members were on the basketball team. The girls also took active part in girls’ ath¬ letics. The class has decreased from fourteen to seven members, but the remaining few still keep up the old-time reputation. Sophomore Class History Gertrude Ludwig ’13. O11 June 18, 1909, twelve of us graduated with highest hon¬ ors from the eighth grade of the Cloverdale Grammar School. This class was the first to give a farce at graduation in the Union Hall. Of twelve graduates only seven entered High School, but soon the number increased to thirteen. As Freshies we obtained great honors and took active part in the O. V. L. Society functions. Many of us held prominent offices in O. V. L. and some have been on The Spectator staff. One of our boys was on the track, while another played on the basketball team. Then came a long, pleasant vacation and after that school again. When we returned to school we had just ten in our class. Sophs, all is well with us. Though we are few, con¬ sidering other classes, nevertheless, there seems to be a prom¬ ising future in store for us. One of the girls of our class won first prize at the Petaluma Fair for entering the best poster. That is surely something considering all the schools which entered the contest. Two of the Sophomore class are to take part in the High School play to be given in June. And, now, although we look back with regret to a success¬ ful and happy year that is drawing rapidly to a close, we look forward with still greater pleasure to a bright and prom¬ ising year as Juniors. 30 Zola Hotell ' 14. O11 August 15, 1910, Cloverdale High School opened its doors to greet the largest number of Freshmen the High School has taken in for a long time, there being eighteen students. Immediately on entering, we were initiated into the O. V. L. Society by the upper-classmen. We were taken into an¬ other room, where we stood in fear and trembling, awaiting our turn. In came two haughty upper-classmen, who blind¬ folded us with an old bandana handkerchief, and led us away like captives, to meet our fate. As we entered the other room we were greeted with refreshments from a bottle (to sustain us during the coming ordeals), which contained equal quan¬ tities of sour milk, vinegar, and salt, and was given to us through a little black nipple. Then the hand of goodfeliowship was extended towards us in the shape of two Senior boys and an electric battery. This came rather forcibly. After singing “Wake, Freshmen, Wake,” and learning the secret motto of the Society, we were considered members of the O. V. L. Society. Our class has proved a great credit to the school, as the present editor of The Spectator is from our class. In the girls’ basketball team is a very good player, who has played in two winning games, and consequently won her “C,” and the star player on the boys’ basketball team is a Fresh¬ man. He has played in six winning games. The O. V. L. Society Evelyn Smith T2 During the fast term, the O. V. L. Society has not been very active in social affairs, and has become a business organ¬ ization. As the semi-monthly programs were partially a failure it was decided that they should be abandoned. The semi-monthly editions of The Spectator were also done away with and were greatly missed by all members. Near the end of the first semester a dance was given at “Pop” McCray ' s resort. A large attendance and an enjoyable evening was reported. The usual Commencement program has been shortened in order to give ample time for the play, “The Missing Miss Miller,” which the Seniors are preparing for that evening. The cast is well chosen and is as follows: Hymen Trouble, Mgr. Matrimonial Agency.Dan Sink Scotty Buckskin, Cowboy from Texas.Will McCabe Colonel Penuckle, a gay old sport.Hugh Arbaugh P. D. Q. Wurdz, reporter Cloverdale Reveille. .Frank Sedgley Dr. Rhinestone, who owns an auto.Walter Butler Sherlaw Combs, Detective .Herbert Belford Gwendolyn Dashforth, niece of the Colonel. . . .Ethel Graham Bostonia Joughnz, friend to Gwendolyn.Nettie Beasley Mrs. Losta Mann; Colonel ' s housekeeper.Miss Hinds Cassie Pauline Skidoo, authoress.Emma Sedgley Tessie Tap, the typist.Gertrude Ludwig Owing to the disinclination of the Freshmen class, the usual reception will not be given to the Seniors this year. We are sure that everyone will miss the good time at the end of the term. A miller (Ai Miller) picked a flower (Flaugher) ; it was a violet (Violet.) Miss Ottman (catching Leslie eating grapes in school)— Now, Leslie, I want you to put those grapes away. Leslie (still eating)—Well, I am putting them away as fast as I can. F. L. (translating shorthand)—Anybody, son-in-law. M. T. (quickly)—Well, I can’t find my son-in-law. Question—Why ? He loved his Dinah dearly, And he sighed to her one night, “Dinah, could you love me?” And she whispered, “Dinah might.” They were married in the autumn— When she blows him up at night; He realizes what she meant When she whispers, “Dynamite.” Teacher to pupil—What are you eating? Pupil—Nothing. Teacher—Well, stop chewing it then. 33 Phone 351 Imrie £? McClelland OUR SPECIAL BLEND COFFEE IS A WINNER COMPLETE STOCK SATISFIED GOODS Harris’ For the Best ICE CREAM, SHERBETS AND CONFECTIONERY Teacher John, what is ice, anyway? John—Water that went to sleep in the cold. Headquarters for Automobilists Leading Hotel of North- ern Sonoma County United States Hotel M. MENIHAN, Proprietor WEST STREET CLOVERDALE, CAL. RING BROS., Managers Barcal Mineral Water NATURAL AND CARBONATED Bottled at Springs, Preston, Sonoma County, Cal. By BARCAL WATER CO. Office Room 412, 948 Market St, San Francisco, Cal. Kodaks, Kodak Supplies Everything in Toilet Articles Printing and Developing and Druggists’ Sundries Grant £? Riechers DRUGGISTS PURE, FRESH DRUGS CLOVERDALE CALIFORNIA If there should be another flood, For refuge hither fly ; If all the world should be submerged, This book would still be dry. C. B. SHAW WALTER SINK C. L. SEDGLEY President Vice-President Secretary Bank of Cloverdale COMMERCIAL SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES FOR RENT Established 1884 Branch at Hopland Teacher—John, where is the North Pole? John—Dunno. Teacher—You don’t know? Not after all my teaching . John—Nope. If Peary can’t find it, there is no use of my trying. Clover Leaf Pharmacy DRS. SHIPLEY TRASK, Proprietors CLOVERDALE CALIFORNIA ALOHA CANDY STORE And Ice Cream Parlors SOUVENIR POST CARDS WRITING MATERIAL TAMALES, CIGARS, ETC. COMPLETE STOCK SATISFACTORY GOODS HOSESHOEING DONE FIRST CLASS WORK H. FLETCHER FIRST STREET, CLOVERDALE Phone Main 281 First Class Turnouts Cloverdale Livery and Feed Stable Headquarters Geyser Stage Line ALL KINDS OF FIRST CLASS HAY H. BARKER, Proprietor CLOVERDALE, CAL. A. C. KOESTER FOR GOOD SHOES AND FIRST CLASS REPAIRING CLOVERDALE, CAL GOOD GOODS REASONABLE PRICES Yordi Mercantile Co. FOR DRY GOODS WEST STREET CLOVERDALE Mary had a little lamp, A jealous lamp, no doubt; For as soon as Mary ' s beau went in, The lamp, you see, went out! Miss Flaugher—Is that chewing gum in your mouth ?” Dan S.—Yes, mam. Miss Flaugher—Give it to me. Dan S. —Wait, and I’ll give you a piece that isn’t chewed. GRANT BROS. HARDWARE, STOVES AND IMPLEMENTS Brush Building West Street Phone 21 CLOVERDALE, CAL. Hair Goods a Specialty MILLINERY NELLIE SHELFORD For STYLE AND VALUE CLOVERDALE CALIFORNIA NOT HOT AIR R. F. GREEN But Artistic Hair Cutting LUMBER AND and Smooth Shaving at BUILDING MATERIAL TOPJIAN’S Tonsorial Parlors I. S. LEWIS Freshie, Freshie, Justice of the Peace Don’t.you cry, You ' ll be a Sophomore Bye and Bye. REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT Loans Negotiated Property for Rent M. H. THOMPSON HARNESS, SADDLES, BLANKETS, ROBES Repairing Neatly Done on Short Notice Agent for Edison Phono- First Class Shoe graphs and Supplies Repairing W. H. LONG HARDWARE, IMPLEMENTS, STOVES RANGES, TINWARE, ENAMELWARE CROCKERY, PAINTS, OILS, ETC. CLOVERDALE, CAL. Cavalli Flynn, Quality Grocers We do not strive to sell Groceries cheaper than any¬ one else. This is what we do claim— you can find higher grade Groceries at reasonable prices and the transaction is backed up with Reliability and De¬ pendability. Our guarantee of entire satisfaction is behind every purchase. CLQVERDALE CALIFORNIA A. N. AHRENS Phone 263 Manufacturer of the S. H. FRAZIER LA FLORIDAD DENTIST CIGARS CLOVERDALE CAL. Over Yordi ' s Store Norma (meeting a little boy with blackberry pie smudged all over his face)—Hello, Billie, I ' ll bet I know what you had for dinner today. “What?” he asked. “Blackberry pie.” “Aw! had that yisterday,” he said disgustedly. . The Guiding Light to Foot Comfort THE FLORSHEIM SHOE Your self-respect will, appreciate the correct style of the Florsheim Shoe—your foot its perfect fit and comfort SCHWAB BROS., HEALDSBURG CAPISANO Ask the Barber CAPISANO Ask the Barber THE U. S. BARBER SHOP C. O. Brown, Prop. 1 he Coolest, Cleanest and most Up-to-date Shop in town CAPISANO CAPISANO Ask the Barber Ask the Barber Teacher—Compare cold. Freshie Positive,, cold; comparative, cough; superlative, coffin. An Afterthought She used to be a pensive maid,. But now upon my life, Since we are married, Pm afraid She’s an ex-pensive wife. Rosenberg £? Bush, Inc. Outfitters for the family. Our stock of Wearing Apparel for Men, Women and Children is one of the largest and best as¬ sorted in the county. Samples sent on request. Mail orders carefully filled. HEALDSBURG, CALIFORNIA Clark’s Cash Grocery Price Regulator One Price to All A Cash Price CLOVERDALE CALIFORNIA E. A. Cooley Furniture, Carpets, Wall Paper 9 Mattings Linoleums, Pictures, Frames, etc. CLOVERDALE CALIFORNIA A GIVE AWAY Last week one of our lovely teachers returned from San Rafael (?) looking very blissful and with a large quantity of rice on her hat. Question—Who’s the lucky man? GET YOUR RIG PAINTED J. A. PHILLIPS Mr. Epperson (in Botany) -Lloyd, what is a parasite? Lloyd—A parasite is a prune tree. Try SLOVER For Fresh Fruit, Vegetables, Cigars, Tobaccos, Nuts, Can¬ dies, Soft Drinks, etc. HULBERT’S CYCLERY FRESH FISH, FRIDAYS