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

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if he knew anything of the other schoolmates, he told me that Norma Hurlbert was teaching music in San Francisco and that he received letters from her every now and then. He also said that Willie Cooper owned a large stock ranch out in Arizona. Marvin Read was a famous lawyer in New York. As we were talking, in walked what seemed to be a society belle and, upon registering her, Philipp found that it was Gertrude Ludwig. She told us her voice seemed to be giv¬ ing out and, as she was tired of grandeur and traveling, she was going back to Cloverdale. I told her of Charlie’s great discovery and, as I was going to start home soon, she decided to go with me. She said Genevieve, like Cyril, had never married and was soon to become a Ph. D. Marie Grant had lately settled down. Her husband, an elderly philosopher, had built a little home in the air and both were as happy as birds. Lucile owned a confectionery store in the city of Fulton but she expected soon to change her name and adopt that of one of her old friends who had lately retired from business, having made his fortune in vegetables in our old home town. Nine p. m., we are taking an aeroplane for home as I have left mine to be fixed. Who do you suppose is the driver? Why, Ruth Belcher. She is now ex-Governor of California and, seeking a higher position, has taken to the air. We are fly¬ ing slowly and talking over old friends and the days we spent in Cloverdale. Eleven p. m., Home, sweet home, we have reached it again. The midnight sun is casting its soft light upon the mountains of ice and fields of snow. As the changing colors shift and gleam, we see before us the sublime work of the Master artist whose canvas is the universe and whose colors are living light. But who shall say that the picture that lives again, as the light of the friendships of the old school days glows in our hearts, is not even more beautiful than that which covers earth and sky? 24

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Which two of the high school girls are sharing these for¬ tunes with Joty and John I will leave you to guess. Helen Carrie is Governor of the colony. She enjoys it very much because she has to attend to the office only three months during the year and can play hockey all the rest of the time. Nettie is Attorney-General. She comes up from Cloverdale every morning. Her reputation in the debating contest of 1913 was what gave her the majority over the other popular candidate, Goldie Hale, who holds the degrees of J. D. from Berlin as well as from Yale. Cyril Browne, the President of the United States of the World has a wonderful summer mansion only a mile from here. His sister presides over it, for Cyril is a bachelor. He flirted much and long with many renouned beauties but, when he finally decided to settle down, he remembered the bright eyes and raven tresses of one of his high school friends. He searched everywhere and after two years found her singing the leading part in Willie Ahren’s new opera “Graziella” which was creating a furor in grand opera circles in Paris. But Dolores was wedded to her art, so Cyril had to go home again alone. His heart was so completely broken that, although many have tried to heal it with their millions of gold, yet he still remains disconsolate and lonely. Three o’clock p. m., I am in New York where I have come in my airship this afternoon. I got one of the latest papers and, much to my sur prise, the head lines read, “Miss Myrtle Read, A Rival of Homer and Virgil.” It told how she had begun in a little school in Central California but had been able to win this honor by having been so studious during her first year in Latin. On another page of the same paper I found where Maude Thompson had become famous for aero¬ plane racing. She had broken the record by flying round the world without stopping. Seven p. m., I am now in Berlin. When I stopped for re¬ freshments a little while ago, whom should I find as the prop¬ rietor of this elegant hotel but Phil Prell. His wife runs the hotel during the day while he teaches English in the Univer¬ sity. We had quite an interesting visit and, when I inquired 23

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Stitprary A lariug ISjnl up G. P. ’15. l ELL, the cup is ours!” said John, “and we certainly U worked hard enough to get it.” “Yes, I’m proud of you boys and Nettie, too,” I answered. After much talking and hurrahing over our debate we fin¬ ally left St. Helena on our homeward journey, making as lit¬ tle (?) noise as possible, for fear of waking the snoozing farmers. We reached “Knight’s Canyon,” and, just as we were rounding a bend in the road, three rough looking fel¬ lows jumped from the side of the road directly in front of the fast moving automobile. “Hold up here, we want that ere cup, you fellows won in St. Helena.” We did not have the heart to run the men down, so the only course left open for us was to stop the machine. “John, slip me that box of tires under the seat and I’ll slam them one,” whispered Charlie. “Oh, oh,” screamed Nettie, “They’re really going to take our cup, Mr. White, do something quick.” I, thinking it was only some of the boys playing a joke on us, was not in the least alarmed, so I reach¬ ed over to the place where I had put the cup and was about to pick it up when one of the fellows covered me with a gun and said, “None of that! Give up that cup or it will be the worse for all of you.” Well, what could I do? There was not one of us that had any sort of weapon and, besides, we had three women to de¬ fend. This situation did not strike me as humorous. 25