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

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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

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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.

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«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