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

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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.

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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