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

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near a large river. I could look out of a window and watch the waves. I was the only clock in hundreds of miles so every one came to me for time. I felt so proud, I never told them wrong.’ “One time the Rebels were at our home trying to take every¬ thing. I began to strike and did so until I was superstitious. He thought this a bad omen, so they also left without anything. I have kept money hid for my owners many times. ’ “A few years later I moved to where I now stand and if I am not let run down, every New Year’s eve I will tell my story I love this family and if I am ever taken from it I will cease to run forever.” I sprang to my feet as it stopped talking, then ran to it and wound it. “Old Clock, I will see that you are wound regularly and that you never leave our family. I certainly do love you better as I know more of you.” Every New Year’s eve we assemble at the fireplace to listen to the old clock’s story at midnight, and I am sure none of us ever tire of it.

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from New York. In order to demonstrate his last statement he placed a cat in the sending’ side of the cabinet. Turning on the electricity the Professor and I waited for the machine to do its work. But alas! even the best regulated machines fail to work properly. Imagine our surprise on opening the cabinet to find, not a man, but a hideous creature that was neither man nor cat but seemed to be a combination of both. He had the face and body of a man, but had ears like a cat, and fur all over his head. Here and there on his body were patches of fur. He had feet tnd claws like a cat. On stepping out of the cabinet the creature let out a yowl that would make an 7 bair-yard tommy jealous. Then it began to talk like any human being. It seems that the machine failed to work properly and the cat and man got mixed on the way, resulting in the creavure which we saw. An Old Clock s Story LAURA ENDICOTT, ’15 One New Year’s eve I was at home alone and was sitting by the fireplace reading. All was still but the snapping lire and the low, slow tick of the old, tall clock that stood in the corner of the large parlor. This clock had been in the family for years. ‘‘This is New Year’s Eve, Old Clock, can’t you talk to me and tell me something of your life? If you could only talk I know I would like you better,” said I in a half undertone. Then I sat gazing into the fire and to my surprise the ticks be¬ came words and this is what it told: “A hundred years ago tonight I landed on the wild shore of America. I was first kept in a log cabin. One night the folks all ran and left me alone. Than I saw the Indians were eying to set the house on fire, so I began to strike and they became frightened and ran, leaving our house and family unharmed.’ “ Several years later I crossed the mountains and settled 24

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Junior Class History NORMA HURLBERT, ’13 June 18, 1909, a class of twelve graduated from the eighth grade of Cloverdale Grammar School. Only seven out of the twelve who graduated entered High School. Others soon ent¬ ered which made our number, as Freshmen, thirteen. During our Freshmen year many of our number held offices in the 0. V. L. and some were on the Spectator staff. T »o of our boys took active part in athletics, one on the track and another on the basket ball team. After vacation when school started again, only ten came back and before the end of the term this number had decreased to five girls. Although our class is small, two of the five took part in the High School Commencement play. In the Junior year the five girls all came back again and we have proved ourselves “true blue,” as one of the girls is presi¬ dent of the 0. V. L. Society and the leading ladies of the play for this year’s Commencement program are irom the Junior class. We also have literary talent in our class. One of our number was elected Editor-In-Chief of the “Spectator” and three are on the staff. As our Junior year draws to a close, we look forward to a still brighter Senior year. 26