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

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The next day he rowed me to a neighboring city and after taking me to a grand hotel bade me good-bye. That evening as I went down to dinner, whom should I meet but Charley Grant. After passing a few words with him I found that he was the owner of this beautiful hotel. I asked him how it was that Frank Belford did not know he was there and Charley told me that he only stayed at his hotel a few days in the year, spending most of his time traveling abroad. I asked him about my friends and he said that Norma Hurlbert had been a stenog¬ rapher in a brilliant lawyer’s office and had later married her employer. Maude Thompson had become a school teacher, and was teaching in this city. He gave me her address and, thinking that perhaps she could tell me of the rest of my pals, I went to see her. Maude had changed little in the years that had passed. She was still gay and full of fun and now much loved by her pupils. She told me that her old friend Florence Lile had become a world renowned singer. Genevieve Phelan had become very active in the literary world and her friend Zell Harwood, who had sought fame in auto races, was soon to be married to an automobile agent. Clara Orr was ambitiously leading the suffragettes’ cause in a large city, some distance away. Lloyd Browne had become world famous as a broncho buster, away off in the plains. W. T. Brush was doing well at pulling teeth. Gertrude Ludwig, who for some time had led a bright stage career, had married and was now the happy mother of four jolly youngsters. John Cooley was campaigning against Laura Endicott for the president’s chair. Nettie Beasley had married and was now travelling in Europe. Maude could tell me no more so, determining to find the rest of my friends, I told her good-bye. As I passed along the streets an enormous poster caught my 15

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color scheme throughout the building was carefully considered. Agriculture is being introduced into the school and good progress has been made this year in all out-door studies. The Staff of “The Spectator” appreciates the good will of the many merchants who have advertised in the issue this year. Students can best repay the courtesy by patronizing those merchants who have shown themselves really interested in the Cloverdale High School. The Editor wishes to take this opportunity to thank the teachers and students for the efforts they have put forth to make this issue of “The Spectator” a success. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. High School Prophecy of 1912 One cold, dreary day as I sat dream r, ' beb.-rj the lire, I thought how mech I would like to kno v what all of my high school friends would be dome: twentv oars from now. Slowly I seemed to lose consciousness. Then I felt as if I was sinking, sinking, sinking m cold, cohl water. When I came to I was in a fisherman’s boat, which was rapidly rowing me r ' a near by shore. I sat up and my eves fe ' l on the face of my rescuer, for it was none other than one of the bright senior class, Frank Belford. We had only time to greet each other, when we reached the shore, where waited a noisy group of rosy facd youngsters, who greeted Frank with exclamations of delight. After introducing his brood to me, Frank led me to his little home, where I met the charming little mother of the noisy children. After we had finished our supper, we sat before the fire and talked of our school days. I asked him if he knew what had become of any of our old friends. He said that he had lost track of all but John Sink, who was fast accumulating a for¬ tune in the chicken business, on the island not far from where I was. It was said that he was disappointed in a love affair of his youth and so had isolated himself on this lonely island. 14

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eye. “Ray Butler, champion ball pitcher, wins more laurels ’ I was not surprised at this for it had been prophecied in our school days. As I stood reading it. a familiar voice called, “Well, Cloverdale, how are you?” and turning, I beheld Zola Hotell dressed in the height of fashion and looking very happy and the young man with her she said was her husband. Nothing would do but that I should go home with them. As we walked along she told me what she knew of the old school chums. Jasper Miller was very busy in the dairy business, having be¬ come disgusted with the chicken industry while in Cloverdale. Ruth Belcher was now a leading member of the Pacific Tele¬ phone Company. Louise Wilson was a bookkeeper in a large wholesale store in San Francisco. Thelma Thompson was now running a millinery establish¬ ment and was called “Madame Clemente, from France.” Ruby Rolling and Elvinah Walker were becoming prominent chorus girls. Phillip Prell had become professor of German in a large and famous university. Lucretia Weythman was a trained nurse and a second “Lady Nightingale.” Elmer Thompson had become a motorcyclist and had gained great renown in these races. Luella Roberts had married and settled down in a little town called Laytonville. Marvin Read had become a famous architect and was known the world over. Lola Shelford, the last but not less loved of my school chums, had opened a girls’ boarding school which was fast winning renown. Then all faded from my view and suddenly the red glow of the fire brought me back to life again and, though it had only been a dream, I was satisfied to leave the lives of my friends as I had seen them. , 16