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

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“You see it was this way,’’ Ray went on to say as Ned asked Ray to tell him about it. “About four years ago. a crowd of fellows came from Wilcox High and stole our peon.ant from our campus, holding it as their trophy, and challenging our High to win it back by taking it in the mile run. So far, we have lost every year, but we had built high hopes of winning it this year as Dan was such a swell runner and now the Prof, had to go and expell him and we won’t get it back for another year,” Ray finished dolefully. “Can’t any of the Juniors enter, that want to?” asked Ned. an anxious look on his face. “Yes, but there isn’t any one to enter unless you are thinks ing of it?” came jokingly from Ray, then unexpectedly, “Say old man, didn t you tell me one time that you had gone in for the track before you came here?” “Oh, I used to practice once in a while with the rest of the fellows.” Ned answered slowly. “Would you enter again ” eagerly asked Ray. “I might,” answered Ned indifferently as he turned on his heel and walked away. At the ball game a week later Ned was chosen as referee It was just before the gam-3 commenced, and he stood fingering the ball lovingly and eagerly scanning the faces of the crowd, in hopes of recognizing the face of the girl whose friendship he coveted. At last he saw her among a circle of ardent admirers. A. pang of jealousy shot through him; and he bit his lips with the low expression. “You WILL be proud of me some day, if I have anything to say about it.” Just then the girl turned towards him and he gave a start of surprise. Surely she was wearing the pin he had exchanged with her, for he could dis¬ tinctly see the gold pin on the white sweater which she wore. How well he remembered the day when she had refusd to wear it again for she thought he was a traitor to his school. He could even now hear the words, “Here is your pin. I do not care to have anything to do with a boy that is not loyal to his school.” and himself saying as he drew himself up proudly. 21

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The Victory and the Girl ZOLA IIOTELL, ’14 It was one of those mornings in early February when the air is filled with a crispness that causes eyes to sparkle, the blood to rush through the veins, and make the step elastic with the very joy of living, that a group of boys stood talking and laughing before the laboratory door. “I say, have you heard the news?” inquired a tall, good natured looking youth, as he rushed up to the group. 44 What ' s the joke, Ray? Havn’t found a new girl have you?” asked one of the boys with a grin. 44 Girl! Fiddlesticks! Don’t you know that Dan has been expelled and now we will have no show of winning the pennant from Wilcox High again this year?” 44 What! Dan expelled! Impossible! Surely Prof, wouldn’t be so mean as that! What’s the row?” Came from the astonished group of boys. 4 4 He is mean enough, and furthermore he has already ex¬ pelled him. You know Dan had only one more chance, and that on good behavior, and now he has broken bonds, got into a scrape and that ended it. There isn’t another boy that can run as Dan can, and he was our only hope of victory over Wilcox,” explained Ray with a very dejected look, as he saw the other boys’ faces fall at the bad news. 44 What about Wilcox, and what’s the row, fellows?” asked Ned Anderson, a tall looking boy, who had come up to the gathering just in time to hear the latter part of the speech, and noticing the crestfallen looks of the boys. 4 4 Dan Nelson has been expelled, and there will be no hopes of the pennant being taken by one of our boys again this year.” explained Ray, as he took Ned by the arm and walked away with him. Ned was a new boy in the school, having entered at the beginning of the semester, and was rather ignorant about school happenings as yet. 20

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44 Keep it, someday I will prove to you that you are wrong” and now she was wearing it again. The world seemed to have a bright aspect to Ned after that night of the ball game and he was inspired to train every spare minute he could find. It was the day set for the races. Ned had got up that morning feeling rather nervous and excited and now as he walked quickly to his place for the races he was saying to himself, “Steady, steady old man.” Now, all were in their places, and as the first shot broke the stillness away they flew, as if their feet had wings. “Wilcox High, Wilcox High” yel¬ led the rooters for Wilcox. “Go to it Ned!Go it!” yelled the other side, as Ned steadily gained on the Wilcox man. Around the race track they steadily came, the Wilcox man still in the lead, but with Ned close to his heels. As they neared the goal where hung the pennant the Wilcox man gave a sudden dash and seizing the pennant in his right hand rushed on, holding the pennant high above his head and leaving the astonished Ned quite a distance behind. The Wilcox crowd simply roared in their excitement, while the crowd on Ned’s side was not far behind them, for they knew they must encourage Ned at least. Ned heard the shouting and it gave him strength, for above all the shouting he fancied he heard encouraging words from a little black-eyed girl in a white sweater. Around the turn they came, the Wilcox man in the lead but with Ned steadily gaining ground. In the grandstand there was no noise now but all the people were leaning forward in their seats looking with straining eyes at the two boys racing- near the goal. The tenseness grew, until the very breath of the runners could be heard as they came nearer. On they came, Ned gaining and when in about ten feet of the goal Ned lunged forward, took the pennant from the Wil¬ cox man and finished the ground, falling into the arms of the joyous crowd at the goal. In the midst of the rooting Ned found his way out of the crowd and found himself face to face with the girl in the white sweater. 22