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

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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

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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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3lu ' (SHi Urn ' anil (iolb Near the glorious Russian River With its wealth of legend rare; As the school we all shall cherish, As the school to us so fair, We have seen her growth and progress And with spirit free and bold We declare our firm allegiance, To the Old Blue and Gold. While the grand historic river Rolls to the ocean wide, May reverses ne’er befall thee And misfortune ne’er betide; For our hearts are filled with gladness When thy banners we behold And we pray for countless blessings, To the old Blue and Gold. Though the years in quick succession Roll away to come no more And we wander, never straying Every land and ocean o’er. We will still recall with gladness Happy days we spent of old When we marched beneath the Banners of the Old Blue and Gold. Written for Cloverdala Union High School by Professor Way of Petaluma, California. 17