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

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I felt a reeling sensation, but determined to hold out. I hit at one fellow and, missing my footing, fell and began roil¬ ing down the hill. I could see that there was only one left of the opposing party and all our crowd were sitting in the automobile laughing at my predicament. Suddenly the re¬ maining enemy began running after me, but I kept rolling and rolling, always keeping about three feet ahead of him. “Well, I ' ll fix you,” he cried and, picking up an immence stone threw it at my head. “Well, oh ! what’s this?” I sat up on the floor, the bed clothes dragged from the bed and a pillow on my head. “Oh. a dream.” But we did win the cup even though we didn t get held up. Don ' t ever again tell me dreams aren’t true well, that’s so, this one was only half true. 31jr ®ari y Amtiurrsaru (Sift NORMA HURLBERT, ’13. H s twilight approached old John Cape feebly climbed the long flight of stairs to the top of the light-house. He seated himself on the low bench and began polishing the glass of the faithful old lamp. At last he had it lighted and a bright gleam fell on the water. Usually old John felt hap¬ py to see that gleam pierce the darkness, but to-night it seemed to reach out indefinitely and, as he stood there, he heaved a deep sigh. He turned around sharply and his eye fell on the calendar. To-day was the third day of March. Like a flash the old man’s face brightened. If we listen very closely we will hear him say, “March third, 1912. Just fifty year ago to-day, Marthy and me was married. I have done all I could for her and like’s all she has forgot ' bout this bein a day to celebrate. I ain’t got no gold to give her but we’ll do somethin ' in the line of celebratin’. At this the old man lighted the little lantern, gave a last look at the big light and started down stairs. 27

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“Ouch,-it! the fool girl stuck a hat pin in me. Come here, Jim, it’s clean through my arm, help me get it out,” shrieked one of the ruffians. “You fool, I told you not to try any monkey tricks, why did’nt you keep away from the car, as I told you?” Now all this happened in a much smaller portion of time than it takes to tell it. “Sit still,” commanded the leader of the gang, “and I’ll relieve you of the cup. We want it; it rightly belongs to us, so we’re goin’ to have it,” Covering us with his gun, he walked slowly forward and from the cor¬ ner of my eye I could see John rise and make ready to jump over the side of the machine. “Git back there,” cried one of the fellows. “Hey, Jim, this kid’s out of the machine, shall I fix him?” “Yes, go ahead.” The fellow hit John a clip between the eyes, knocking him senseless. “Just a minute boys, I should like to say a few words be¬ fore we deliver over the cup to you, ” said Charlie, and he began repeating his speech for the debate in a low monoto- uous voice. “Well, of all things!” The men stood speech¬ less with amazement. One of the women of our party began to laugh and cry hysterically. Something must be done im¬ mediately, so, opening the door of the car, I stepped out and confronted one of the men. He rushed up and attempted to strike me, but I tripped him and he fell, hitting his head upon a jagged rock, which knocked him unconscious. Before I could turn around another fellow was at me from behind showering blows upon my back. Suddenly a shrill whistle was blown by the leader of the crowd and immediately five men rushed from the side of the road where they had been hidden. By this time John had recovered and Charlie, the chauffeur and another fellow who was with us jumped from the machine and started to fight. That made four of us against seven. Well, I knocked two out right away and a third was struck down by John. “Hey,” cried Charlie, “there isn’t one of these fellows that’s armed, this guy here, has only a stick and we thought it was a gun.” 26

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When he entered the room where his wife sat she looked up and noticed a peculiar expression on his face. “What’s the matter John, you look so happy?” Carefully John put the lantern down and went over to her. “Marthy do you remember when you first came to this place? You used to get lonesome and cry and I got lonesome, too. Do you re¬ member all the dangers we’ve seen each other through ? And Marthy, to-day we have been married fifty years. I jest thought of it when I was lightin’ that ere lantern. I guess like’s not we’ll have to get out our boat and go over to town tomorrer and kind er celebrate.” Fondly the wife looked up into his face and said “Yes, John, we’ll go to town and like’s not we’ll stay, as I got a letter from sister Mary sayin’ as she heard we was to leave here and a Mr. Pope would take our place. We might as well begin to pack up now. John protested against packing on their anniversary but Martha said the letter was a week old when she got it and no telling when the new keeper would come. Finally John gave in to his wife, as most men do in time, and together they be¬ gan the task. It was very late when Martha said she thought all was packed that they could get along without and the old couple went to bed only to dream of the separation from their beloved home. Neither John nor Martha woke until an hour later than usual the next morning. While they were eating breakfast a launch stopped at the landing and a tall gentleman stepped out and approached the door. John and Martha greeted him cordially and invited him to have breakfast. Soon he told them he was the new keeper and he was going to stay with them two weeks while he learned what he was to do. He then departed saying he would return in the afternoon. Until now John and Martha had not fully realized the situ¬ ation. They had hoped that it would prove untrue. Now the dreaded day was coming all too soon, yet what could they do but submit and make the next two weeks worth being re¬ membered? The last day of the two weeks is dawning and we see the 28