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

Text from Pages 1 - 110 of the 1914 volume:

i pwtat0r PUBLISHED BY THE CLOVERDALE UNION HIGH SCHOOL JUNE, 1914 UlnutnttH COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM . 5 DEDICATION. 6-7 EDITORIAL. 8 _9 CLOVERDALE . 10-11 FACULTY.12-13 SENIOR CLASS ROLL. 14 SENIOR CLASS CUT . 15 SENIOR POEM . 1 6 TO OUR SHEEPSKIN. 1 7 “THE SENIORS” . i8 CLASS WILL. 19 LITERARY. 21 Their Christmas Present.. . . 22 Sheridan’s Ride. 25 When the Rain Patted on the Roof . 27 Dick’s Happyland . 28 How Jimmy Broke Up the Rocky Point Gang . 30 His Luck. 8[ 2 A Stormy Experience. 34 RHYMES. 37 Our Professor White . 3 7 The Baseball Team . 3 7 The Sophomores . 38 C. H. S. Notables . 319 The Freshmen . 41 To Those Who Chew. 41 | The Track Team . 42 The Great Debate . 43 JUNIORS . 45 SOPHOMORES . . FRESHMEN . . ALUMNI . 50 The School Room . 531 DEBATING . 57 ATHLETICS. 61 EXCHANGES . 6 9 O. V. L. NOTES. 7 1 MIRROR . 72 JOKES . 74 ADS. 81 (Emuuu ' umiu ' nt Program PIANO DUET INVOCATION CHORUS, “The Call to Arms” VALEDICTORY Pauline Dehay ( Pearl Thompson Rev. R. L. Sprinkle School John Cooley CLASS SONG ------ Graduating Class PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS - - Mr. F. A. White CLASS PLAY, - - - “Farmer Larkin’s Boarders” CAST OF CHARACTERS Jonas Larkin, a farmer Jack Larkin, his son Horace Wendell, a speculator Anthony O’Houlihan, from the Henry Barnes Joty Sedgley Philipp Prell fourteenth ward, Chas. Grant Eliza Larkin, wife of Jones - - - Lucile Brush Lucy Larkin, an adopted daughter - Genevieve Phelan Luella Wendell, an elderly spinster sister of Horace Wendell ------- Za, ° Hote11 Madge Wendell, daughter of Horace Wendell, Helen Carrie en mu fruntii anil grittripal Jraurts A. Mint? in gratrful rmignitinu of ltia untiring mark for tlrr uul- farr of our ariuuil. LUCILE BRUSH - - . - CHARLES GRANT - - JOTYSEDGLEY - - - . - ZOLA HOTELL - - - - - GENEVIEVE PHELAN - HENRY BARNES - - - - WILLIE AHRENS - - - - MADGE DELLENBAUGII - JOHN COOLEY, ’14 CLARA ORR, ’15 HELEN CARRIE, ’16 BERNICE BUTLER, ’17 CHARLES GRANT - - - - - - - Editor - Assistant Editor - - - - Literary - - - - Alumni - - - - Debating - - - - Exchange - - - - Staff Artist • - - - -Joshes - - - - Class Historians - - - - - Athletics PHILIPP PRELL JOTY SEDGLEY HuBtUPBS §tau Business Manager Assistant Manager ohi (0m Jlatnms E, the staff of 1914, wish to greet you as we present to you the sixth issue of our school annual, The Spectator. When we began to plan for this enlarged and improved paper there were many who said, “It can’t be done”. The expense for the cuts, made by the best house in San Francisco, and for the workmanship such as we wanted, was a figure that seemed entirely beyond us. But we took as our motto, “There’s no such word as can’t,” and then went at it with a will. The result, we hope, is as gratifying to you as the effort has been enjoyable, though strenuous, to us. During the past year our school, though small, has made a mark for itself. Wherever we have met other schools in contests we have made a fine showing; in fact, we have often taken first place. The winning of ten medals by a school whose track team numbers only five men is a record of which any one might be proud. The fact that we are the only school in the league that has never lost a debate and also the only one that has won the trophy for two years in succession, certainly shows that we can do things when we.try. The cup is ours now to keep and we hope before long it shall have an honored place in our fine new school building, where it may be an inspiration to all our future debaters. We find, as the year closes, a fine school spirit and a great enthusiasm for all the activities in which we are interested. This enthusiasm is not confined to the students alone. The Alumni have sent us several very interesting letters, that we are printing. We are sui’e that this feature will be much appreciated by everyone. The citizens of Cloverdale, also, have given us loyal support, for which we wish to express our gratitude. The Women’s Improvement Club donate to this issue the beautiful view of Cloverdale which appears on page 10. We are glad that our paper can carry with it, wherever it goes, this view of one little corner of our beloved Cloverdale and its encircling hills. To the business men, who have so generously aided the publication of this paper by giving us their advertisements, we wish to say thank you. We bespeak for them the patronage of all our friends. Last, though not least, we thank the teachers and the student body for their much appreciated aid in this edition of our paper. OUR HILLS (View across the southeast corner ol Cloverdale) Long as there glows a star So long will I love thee, II heaven’s blue dome afar. Mv f’lovordale! (fthrorriiale ONG, long ago, the Indians called Sonoma County “The Valley of the Moon,” and this undoubtedly was a correct description, brief and beautiful, poetic and musical. With his nature- trained mind the Indian could discern the crescent-shaped outline of the county, and then it was easy for him to think of the moon, serene and beautiful, shining over this charming valley. In this highly favored county Cloverdale has an honored place. It is beautiful for situation, the joy and pride of all who dwell there. In “The Valley of the Moon” there are few places, if any, which can surpass Cloverdale for natural beauty. Indeed, travelers tell us that no lovelier spot is to be found in this land or in other lands. The town is situated in a natural park, and to look down upon it from Heald’s Hill seems like looking not upon a closely-built and populous center, but upon beautiful homes nestling peacefully in ample space in a picturesque wooded plateau. With its balmy breezes, its purifying rains, its exemption from fogs, swamps, and malaria, its climate is superb. It is a natural sanitarium. If one is poetical and says, “Give me a draught from the crystal spring When the burning sun is high,” he can obtain his desire without any trouble, for water clear as crystal, pure and refreshing, is conveyed from limpid streams to the homes of the people, while medicinal waters from the mineral springs may very easily be obtained. Fruit grows in abundance, including grapes, peaches, apricots, strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, cherries, apples, pears, plums, olives, lemons, pomelos and oranges. Cloverdale is sometimes called “The Orange City,” and with the exception of Oroville, it is said to be the most northerly point in the world where oranges can be grown, thanks being due to its sheltering, well-wooded and ever-attractive hills. The public schools include a Union High School and a graded Grammar School, and they are both in a highly efficient state, with an excellent staff of teachers. Many pupils who have passed through the schools have distinguished themselves in later life and reflected lustre on the Cloverdale schools. The social and intellectual life of the community is well maintained, there being a Woman’s Improvement Club, a Literary and Debating Society, and a free Library, while fraternal societies are well represented. There is also ample room for the citizens to cultivate public worship in the many churches which adorn the town. The Creator has done great things for the people whose good fortune it is to dwell in a vale so fair. God’s finger touched, but did not press, In making Cloverdale. H. A. m IParultif... Francis A. White PRINCIPAL B. L. University of California, 1908 Hanna Pierson Ph. M. University of Ottawa, 1905 Berlin University Flora A. Bagley A. B. Stanford, 1912 M. A. Stanford, 1913 QHaaa Soil CHARLES H. GRANT JOHN L. COOLEY PHILIPP PRELL ZOLA M. HOTELL LUCILE A. BRUSH CLASS MOTTO Loving and serving The Highest and Best, We’ll onward, unsiverving, To meet every test . CLASS FLOWER Carnation CLASS COLORS Cardinal and White — PHILIPP PRELL ZOLA HOTELL CHARLES GRANT LUCILE BRUSH JOHN COOLEY eutnr i There’s a shining goal that beckons Far beyond the glowing sun, There’s a golden crown that is waiting For each and every one. II This shining goal is duty, Its call clear as a bell; This golden crown is knowing That we have done it well. Ill Now as we pass from childhood And life’s duties stern begin, Let us covet this priceless treasure Which only the faithful can win. IV Let us work for each other’s welfare, Let us lighten our neighbor’s woe, Let us love the Best and the Highest, Let us serve, as onward we go. ®n GDrn ltr sktu Oh thou sheepskin, little piece of parchment, With divers se als, and signatures and marks And much Old English printing, and so forth How long, how steadily we have worked for thee, Thou little scrip of only one foot square! But hold! These are but thy external looks; What is it thou dost signify to us? That we have struggled; striven hard and won; That we are through with these four years of life, That we’ll remember in the days to come As happiest that we ever spent on earth. Thou speak’st of exes, midnight oil and fun, Of dances, parties, picnics and such things. But simply with the Past thou dost not stop, Thou makest forecast of our Future bright; Thou seem’st to say “You have worked well for me Go on; win honors greater far than these, 18 THE SPECTATOR Until all men shall look, to you and love The good, the beautiful, the brave, the true.” Thou little piece of parchment, thou art wise, And we will try to do as thou dost urge; That so, perchance, we may, in all we try, Be as successful as in winning thee! J. L. C., ’14. Five little Seniors sitting in a row, When June is over, into the world they go; John must go to college, a wise lad is he Who never shirks his lessons, but works so studiously. Lucile, who now for politics has such decided bent, Will be a suffrage leader, then U. S. President; Wlnle Charlie is explaining a fancy step of dance, Oi wdl he take to motoring, or queening perchance? But what becomes of Philip? Well, time alone will tell, e hope to see him happy with some nice young village belle. The fifth one? She’s the puzzle for you yourself to solve, Forget not that some little things great consequence involve. Z. M. IJ. ’14. THE SPECTATOR 19 (ElasB HtU S we, the senior class, sat together at our last class meeting, talking rather sadly of all that we were leaving behind us, it came to our minds that we had better make our will, and thus distribute our honors peacefully among our different fellow students, as we feel sure that there might reasonably be some wrangling over the possession of such things as a class like ours is bound to have to dispose of. I, Zola Hotel 1, do give and bequeath to Bernice Butler my loving disposition, which I hope she will use to the same advantage as I have. My pet name, “Grandma,” I only loan to Christine Lea, to be passed on at her discretion. My independ¬ ence I bequeath to the Freshman Class in general; my own good looks I give to the Freshman girls, and only ask that they wear them becomingly. I, John Cooley, do bequeath my vast knowledge to Ethel Daniels. My place on the debating team, I give to Melvin Hall and earnestly entreat him to improve the position if he can. My important place in the O. V. L. Society, I generously g ' Le to Harold Thompson. I, Charles Grant, bequeath to Willie Ahrens and Raymond Roberts my love of queening and my deep regard for the opposite sex. To the brightest 1914 Freshman I give my ability to study Latin(?) in the study hall. My place on the track team I bequeath to Melvin Hall, that he may have a place to use some of his formerly wasted energy to some advantage. I, Philipp Prell, in sadness and grief, pass to Dewey Bassetti, my wit and self-conceit, of which I am sure he can make good use. My distinctive pronunciation of the English language, I bequeath to Claude Doty. To Henry Barnes I give mv daily shaves. My managership of the Spectator I bequeath to Joty Sedgley, and I hope he will strive to do the work as successfully as I have done it. I, Lucille Brush, do give and bequeath my love of Chemistry to the Chemistry Class of 1916. To Bernice Butler, Hazel Lea, Goldie Hale and Helen Carrie, I give and bequeath my abhorrance of gum-chewing. My love of tangoing I give to Dewey Bassetti, in the hope that he will some day tango as gracefully as I now do. 20 THE SPECTATOR We, the Class of 1914, do give and bequeath to the Junior Class our thrones in Row A, and our splendid ability as actors and actresses in high school plays, to be used by them at their Commencement next year. Our honorable and enviable positions of course fall to them. To the Sophomores and Freshmen, we bequeath our reputation as the most brilliant and best loved class ever graduated from this high school. Treasure this gift, classes, and we know the benefits will multiply as years pass. To the Sophomores we give our golden silence during the study periods in Room I. To the whole student body, we of the art class, do bequeath all our drawings to be used for the decoration of the study hall in our new school building. To the faculty we, as a class, do give and bequeath our most sincere appreciation for their kindness to us during our four years of high school life. In prospect of the fine new school building for which we have sighed so long, we do give and bequeath to the Board of Trustees our old school building, to use to the best advantage and welfare of all. To them we also give our hearty thanks for the elegant sheepskin diplomas which they have given us. We appoint Miss Genevieve Phelan of the Junior Class of the Cloverdale High School, Cloverdale, Sonoma County, California, as chief administratrix of this, our last Will and Testament. IN 4 ITNESS WHEREOF, We have hereunto set our hands and seals, this eleventh day of June, Nineteen Hundred and Fourteen, the year of our graduation. WITNESSES: F. A. White Hanna Pierson Flora Bagley Signed—Class of 1914. (SEAL) Zola Hotell John Cooley Charles Grant Philipp Prell Lucille Brush 22 THE SPECTATOR ©Ijpir GHiristmaa flrpsntt T was a bright autumn afternoon; nothing disturbed the quietness but the soft murmur of the leaves as a gentle wind moved them on the tiees, and blew the driest ones down, where they dropped around the little boy who sat on a rustic bench in the park. He was watching them , . bright, gayly colored autumn leaves, and his sad little face brightened. “Yes, I will take her some perhaps it will please her.” So gathering a handful of the golden leaves on their long stems, he started briskly homeward. His Way led through thickly crowded streets, hemmed in by high, massive buildings. No one stopped the little boy with the shining eyes and golden curls, but a few glanced at his treasure, the bright autumn leaves, and smiled. He left the busy thoroughfare and walked quickly through a dark alley. Pausing at length, he drew a deep breath, then turned and mounted the steep stair of the tenement house in which he lived. ive long flights of stairs and once more he paused, this time beside the door in a dark corner, and knocked gently. “Come in,” said a quiet voice from the inside and the door was opened by a woman of a refined though not expensively dressed appear¬ ance. . “ You did not forget your mother, did you, dear!” she said lovingly, as she took the beautiful leaves from his hand and led him into the room. “Mother, are you ill? How pale you are!” exclaimed the little boy, as he looked at her in the light from the window. His mother sat down and took the baby in her lap holding her away from the work. On the easel was a sketch done in ink, for by her sketches she earned a scanty living for herself and her five little ones. “I am not feeling well but I must finish this sketch for the magazine,” she answered, “and I have not much time in which to do it. Mr. Rosenheimer says I must have them all in the office by tomorrow night, else he will not accept them.” “Let me help you, mother; let me take baby and we will play awhile with these blocks until James and Willie are awake then we will cook something for you to eat,” said the little boy who had spoken before and whose name was Gerald. “ Thank you, ’’ she said gently, ‘‘Mary will be home directly. 1 sent her to the store on the corner to buy some apples, and to THE SPECTATOR 23 tell tlie Doctor he might come up this evening after his office hours to inspect my sketches and see if I could improve them in any way. ’ ’ Mary was Gerald’s twin sister. When their father died, he had left a family of five children and very little money to support them. Their mother, a well educated, refined woman, had declined aid from friends, had given up her comfortable apartments and secured a couple of cheap rooms in the tenement house and was earning an existence in the manner mentioned. Her baby, a delicate child, was not yet old enough to creep; the other two children, four and five years old; the twins, but eight. On this day she had gotten up feeling faint and dizzy, but so anxious was she to finish her work, that the strength of the ambition which burned in her soul had kept her working. “Can I finish them? Can I?” was the refrain running through her mind as she sat on the rug near the couch on which two other children lay taking their afternoon nap; Gerald, taking the blocks off the table, began to amuse the baby. Just then little Mary came in, a bag of apples in her hand. “Oh Mother, may we bake the apples for dinner?” she cried. “Oh goody, here’s Gerald! And the Doctor said he’d come right away, and he gave me this for the baby, ’ ’ she continued, speaking hurriedly, as she gave her mother a piece of money. ‘ ‘ Yes, you may bake the apples when the boys wake up. Now help Gerald amuse baby for awhile,” answered the mother, continuing her work. In this way the afternoon sped on, the shadows creeping darker and darker, until at last the children pushed aside the things they were doing and went into the next room to begin their apple baking. So happy were they laughing and talking that they did not hear the Doctor enter at the invitation of the quiet voice of tlieir mother. “Alice, how long are you going to keep at this? Let me look at you! Uli-huh! Just as I thought—aren’t well, are you? l r ou simply must put away this work and rest; you will be seriously ill if you do not.” “I cannot, Doctor, I simply cannot; I must finish these by tomorrow. Please don’t mind me, but look, at the sketches— criticise them as only you can, help me as you always do. I know I am ill but I’ll promise to rest when these are finished,” and she held out her work appealingly. The Doctor gave in, and for an hour he helped her, suggesting, praising, until at last he rose to leave. Gerald saw him and asked, “May I not give Uncle Doctor an apple, Mother?” and, upon her assent, he went to prepare it for the Doctor to carry with him. 24 THE SPECTATOR “You won’t take my advice then, Alice!” asked the Doctor. “You won’t give up this work and come to me? Tell me now 1 for I want to help you.” “No, I cannot—but I appreciate all your help and kindness —I will not forget,” she said—and thus the Doctor left. ‘ ‘ Oh Mother, he went away without his apple, and it was so nice.” ‘ ‘ He will come again soon, and then you can give it to him, dear,” she said aloud, but to herself she was saying, “Only too soon, I fear, but I must—I must complete this work; then I will rest, as he advised.” The next day came bright and clear, but the tired mother lay quiet. Gerald, looking in, was alarmed as he leaned over her and asked what to do. “Tell Dr. Fisher 1 want him quickly,” she said feebly and tried to raise her head only to drop wearily back with a sigh. “Thank God, the sketches are finished,” she breathed. “My poor babies, will he take them? But what a sacrifice! Oh God, have mercy upon me and let me live!” Weeks passed, still she lay hopelessly ill; the children were taken to the Doctor’s home, and tended by his mother. The Doctor and nurse fought many a hard fight, but it seemed her strength was gone. “It can’t be, I will save her,” the doctor murmured as he paced up and down the room, after seeing the children safely tucked away in bed. “My poor Alice, why wouldn’t she let me help her? I might have prevented her illness, had she let me save her this racking nerve-strain. ’ ’ “Telephone call, sir,” announced the servant, and the Doctor hurried to the phone. “Hello,” he said, and listened intently to the voice at the other end of the wire. “Hello, Doctor, the patient has had a decided change, and I can’t tell as yet whether she will rally or not. Will you come quickly? You may be needed. ” “Yes, Yes,” answered the doctor, “I’ll come at once,” and, hanging up the receiver, he hurried away. Alice lay quietly sleeping. She was pale and thin and to the anxious eyes of the doctor she looked like a great soul at rest, as he stood by her bedside. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at him, at first wonderingly, like a little child, then smiling and whispering the one word, “Doctor,” she closed her eyes. “Slie will live,” lie said fervently to the nurse near by, and softly left the room. It was only a week till Christmas and once more the family were living in the fifth story rooms of the tenement house. The mother sat alone by the fire, an empty purse in her hand, a dollar bill in her lap. “Only one dollar left for presents for five children,” she said aloud, ‘ ‘ and my dear babies who have been so good and who are expecting Santa to bring them their reward! How can I bear to see their innocent expectations disappointed? How can I explain to them?” The door had opened softly, unnoticed by her, and the doctor said gently, “Give the dollar to some poor orphan child and yourself and your children to me to keep always—the answer you will find in yourself then complete.” “I will,” she said, ‘‘ my children love you dearly and you shall be their Christmas present.” Z. M. H„ ’14. HERIDAN was a little Italian boy. As a baby he was a very handsome little child. He had large blue eyes, rosy cheeks and little fat kicking legs. As he grew older he played with the rest of the Italian boys that lived around the depot. He was a happy fellow and as he grew to be a young man he was liked by everybody. Six days he worked with men as a section hand and on Sundays he talked and played Italian games with the rest of the men. About this time two great things happened to Sheridan, namely, he was promoted to section boss on the railroad and he became deeply captivated by the charms of the fair Marguerita, the hotel keeper’s daughter. Marguerita was the pride of the little Italian settlement. Those bright dancing eyes, pearly white teeth, and blushing cheeks had played havoc with other hearts. But to all aspiring youths she had turned a cold shoulder until she met young Sheridan. 26 THE SPECTATOR To the whole colony they were confessed sweethearts and a happy young man was Sheridan when, coming home in the cool of the evening, after a hard day’s work he would see her bright red kerchief come bobbing up the track, to meet him. He would kiss her ardently on the lips and the young couple would walk home talking in happy anticipation of the time when he would have saved up enough to buy them a little home. Six years passed and now there was a little cottage; further¬ more it was inhabited by three, for now there was a little Marguerita also. Indeed it was a happy family. Monday morning Sheridan went to work as usual with some anxiety, for the little one was not feeling well. He had been working for about an hour when a speck was seen in the distance on the railroad. All regarded this curiously . It was not time for the track walker to come on his tricycle. But it was he just the same. When he came within speaking distance he cried, “Sheridan! Sheridan! Your child,—the little Marguerita—she is very sick—your wife, she sent me.” His mind grasped one fact—a doctor. He must get a doctor at once. The nearest doctor was at the little town of B.—two miles up the railroad. He jumped on the railroad tricycle and started up the track. The men divined his intentions and tried to stop him. The train would come up the track towards B. in five minutes and he would be run over. But he was desperate and nothing could stop him. The road to B. was through deep cuts and over steep precipices. Soon he heard a faint whistle behind him; he redoubled his efforts and fairly flew along the track. His arms ached and his head swam, but it was a ride for the lives of two now, and he worked with the might born of desperation. He was rounding the last curve now; the engine was close upon him but on account of the winding way, the engineer was unaware of the fact. He threw his last ounce of strength on the handle and fairly flew down the long grade to the depot. Just then the long train rounded a curve and came thundering by just as he jumped for his life. The tricycle was ruined, but Sheridan stopped not. He ran to the doctor’s house, and soon had him speeding toward the settlement. The child was saved. M. H. ’17. THE SPECTATOR 27 WtUp tit? Emu JIatM mt tit? Euuf T is an old garret with big brown rafters; the boards between are stained with rain storms of twenty years. And as the April shower quickened its flood it seemed as if its torrents would come dashing through the shingles upon me and my play. It seemed a grand old place, and it was all great fun—the heavy rafters, the dashing rain, the piles of spare mattresses to lie upon. There is great fun in going through a tall barrel of books on the lookout for startling pictures. There are also apples in the garret—apples that are drying. And when I discovered them, I put a few in my pocket and ate them quietly. But I got tired of this, even of the swing. Suddenly I noticed a copy of Robinson Crusoe. I started to read it, and all at once I was trembling for the poor fellow with his guns behind the palisade. I was nearly dead with fright, yet I thought the old fellow must have had a capital time with a whole island to himself. I thought what a fine thing it would be for me to slip away some pleasant morning; and how, if they knew I were going, there would be such a world of good-byes; and how, if they did not know it, there would be such a world of wonder. And the sailor’s dress would be great. It would all be such rare sport. A sailor’s life on the blue and tumbling sea!—as you have often seen in pictures. I would have better luck than even Crusoe; I would save a compass and stores of hatchets and the captain’s dog, and great barrels of sweetmeats, all of which Crusoe completely overlooked. I would have a tent or two, which I could set up on the shore, and an American flag, and a small cannon, which I could fire as often as I liked. At night I would sleep in a tree, and would wonder how Crusoe did it; I would say the prayers that I had been taught to say at home and then would fall asleep. At sunrise I would come down, feeling very much refreshed, and would make a very nice breakfast of smoked herring and sea-bread with a little currant jam and a few oranges. After a long while, I fancy a ship would arrive, which would carry me back to my father and mother. Then would we have a great deal of pleasant talk about the island far away in the South Seas. Thus, in my quiet garret corner, with my head upon my hand, did my thoughts stroll away from the book into my own dreamy cruise over the sea. D. B. T7. 28 THE SPECTATOR itrk 0 YE MOTHER,” sang out little red-haired, freckled-faced Dick O’Neil, as lie boarded the train together with a crowd of other boys, after being nearly hugged to death by his little sister and his mother. Dick had been raised in the tenement district of New York and since a wee child had con¬ tributed to the support of the family by selling newspapers. His mother worked in a shirtwaist factory; her work was hard and the wages low. What little she made barely afforded them a scanty living. His father, when living, had been a shoe-maker, and though he did not make much, the family managed to live quite comfortably. He, however, died when Dick and the other children were quite small, and therefore left the family in great need. A kind old gentleman, Mr. Smith, had taken a fancy to Dick and a few other newsboys. He had offered to take them to Cali¬ fornia and secure them jobs on farms. Dick’s mother had con¬ sented, after learning that with plenty of fresh air and good food, Dick would become a strong, healthy boy, and would be able to support her in her old age. As the train neared it’s destination, five days after Dick had boarded it, Mr. Smith called his group of boys together and ex¬ plained that California was a great deal different from New York; he reminded the boys that they were going to work for people who expected them to be honest and upright in every way. When the train stopped at Cl overdale, a man in a two-horse wagon was waiting for Dick. After bidding his friends farewell and thanking Mr. Smith for his kindness, Dick climbed to the seat beside Mr. Brown and was soon on his way to his future home. After winding six or seven miles in the mountains they reached a large, white farm-house wdtli many out buildings. In the rear and to the right were forests of large trees which gave the house a snug appearance. To the left was a small lake sur¬ rounded by many flowering shrubs and ferns. All this Dick took in with a bewildered glance. He longed to climb down from the wagon and run into the forest, to plunge into the lake with the ducks, and to chase butterflies and pick the beautiful flowers growing in profusion. Mr. Brown drove up to the side door and helped Dick down from the wagon. He summoned a maid and told her to show Dick his room. Dick followed her up the long flight of stairs down the THE SPECTATOR 29 hall to a small, though snugly furnished bedroom. He looked around in wonder at the snow-white bed and curtains. Dick was then told to follow the maid to the dining room. He stood in the doorway until Mrs. Brown came toward him and led him to a chair beside her at the table. At her left sat little Grace, their only child. She was a small child with large, blue eyes, rosy cheeks and curly blown hair. Mr. Brown spoke kindly to Dick and told him that this was to be liis home, and that he and Mrs. Brown would try to be a father and mother to him. These kind words put Dick at his ease, and he was soon eating a hearty dinner, in spite of the homesick feeling that stole over him now and then. After dinner Dick was told that he would be allowed to do whatever he pleased for a week or so, until he grew stronger. He could go wherever he chose as long as he stayed within sight of the house. In the days that followed, Dick went from place to place. He was so deeply interested in everything pertaining to Mother Nature! He learned to know all the birds and trees, and often wished that his pals at home could share his joy—this living so close to Nature. His cheeks were becoming pink! Happvland was to be his salvation! Soon New York and its miseries seemed a thing of the past, but his mother, sister, and brother were ever before him—a sacred memory. He was ever planning what he would do for them when he became big and strong. Eight years have passed. Dick has grown to be a tall, manly lad of twenty. Mr. Brown has made Dick assistant manager of the farm. Dick has saved his earnings and has purchased a small farm adjoining Mr. Brown’s where live his mother and brother. His sister had died two years after Dick left for the “Happy- land.” Grace has grown to be a tall, beautiful girl of eighteen; and her friendship and Dick’s has ripened into love. Often Dick wanders into the woods and among the flowers and trees that he has learned to love so, to reflect upon the time when as a poor, frail lad he first beheld the wonders of Clover- dale, his “Happvland.” M. E. D., ’17. 30 THE SPECTATOR ifow Jfmnttf Irokp Up tlip iKorkg Jlnutt (fkttp WISH to warn you, gentle reader, that if you are looking for romance or for silly senti¬ ment you had better not waste your valuable time reading this tale, for it is a story of men; men in the open, out in God’s country where they play the game of life fairly and never grumble if the cards are against them. I shall introduce our hero immediately. His name is Jimmy Hogan, mechanic by instinct and game warden by profession. He became a game warden because he had to live in the open and this job gave him a chance to make money while recovering his health. He could still exercise his bent for mechan¬ ics, since his district was small and he had little to do. Being in¬ terested in aeronautics, he had built and perfected a flyer some¬ what along the lines of a Bleriot monoplane. But this will come later. I said before that he had very little to do. This was a mistake, for rumors had begun to float around that deer were being killed and shipped to the big hotels in the city. Hogan was warned by some friendly ranchers to watch what was known as the Big Rocky Point, for the rumors said that it was here that the hunters had their camp. A few days later he decided to visit the point and see for } himself if there was any sign of hunters in the country. He spent the day in fruitless search finding nothing to re¬ ward his efforts but a deserted camp hid in a nook of the hills. Nothing doing, he decided, and about four o’clock turned his mule’s head homeward. He was riding along a smooth grassy ridge covered with scrub oak and interspersed with large open places of an acre or more in extent. Just in front of him was a clump of manzanita and in it hung a deer. “Holy mackerel,” breathed the game warden (only he said something different) “Wonder who did this, guess I’ll turn Becky loose and hide and await develop¬ ments.” He quickly unsaddled and, hiding his accoutrements securely, he climbed a small live oak about two hundreds off and prepared to wait for the hunter to come and claim his prize. The limb on which he sat was beginning to get very hard when his waiting was rewarded by seeing a couple of men come up the hill¬ side with another deer, and, almost simultaneously with their appearance, a low humming sound struck his ear. “Gee whiz, wliat’s that ? Why it’s an aeroplane,” flitted through his mind so THE SPECTATOR 31 fast he almost fell out of the tree. Hogan planned fast. “I have got to try to get them,” he thought, “they may get me but I’LL have to take the chance.” As the aeroplane landed Hogan jumped down and started toward the poachers. He had no sooner started than one of the men, whipping out a revolver, opened fire on him while the other two went for their rifles. The game warden had but one chance left and that was to get into the timber and get there fast. And he got, I assure you. As he tore down the hill he suddenly found himself in the camp he had noticed that morning. Why not hide here? No one would ever think of looking for him right in the robbers stronghold. The poachers plunged by, never for a mom¬ ent supposing that he had dared to go into their camp. After looking around for a while they returned to their game and to their accomplice’s machine. Hogan had been planning all the time while in the camp and had decided that his only chance of capturing the game was to use his own machine. So taking the nearest cut across the hills, he started home. Luck seemed to be with him, for as he ran down the hillside he met his mule. He jerked a cord out of his pocket and, making a halter out of it, he started down the hill on a dead run. The other machine had risen and was circling preparatory to leaving. Just as Hogan ran his machine out of the shed, they were started for Frisco. Hogan jumped for his engine and started it, then, with a hasty glance at the rudders, he slid down the hillside and rose swiftly and gracefully over the tree tops. He knew the general direction of the other fellow’s flight and, after rising about five hundred feet, he set out in pursuit. The other machine was just a mere speck when Hogan sighted it. As soon as he was sure what it was he opened his throttle and darted forward, filled with the desire to chase and capture the daring birdman. The man in front was now aware that he was being chased and was using every effort to lose his pursuer. They were nearing the city now and the man in front sud¬ denly descended and seemed about to alight. It was so dark that Hogan was afraid to approach any nearer to the ground for fear of striking wires and wrecking his machine. The man in front began to have trouble about this time and all of a sudden dived toward what was apparently the ground. Hogan expected to hear a crash when he heard a splash. The man in front was in the water and apparently in good shape, for he was calling for help with a very lusty voice. Hogan turned his search light toward the ground and saw that they were very near the beach. He therefore alighted and went to his prisoner’s rescue, for he was a prisoner, there was no doubt of that. 32 THE SPECTATOR Hogan soon located the struggling aviator, helped him out and then, when he was safely on shore, arrested him and made him place the deer on board the other craft. The aviator, Hudson by name, was perfectly willing to be arrested and have his trial over at once, for it would mean a lot of valuable advertising for him. The story he told the judge the next morning was probably true. He said he was hired by several large rich clubs to bring venison from the hills to supply their tables at big banquets. He said, also, that he was well paid. He refused to give any names and, as there was no way to force him to do so, he was released. Hogan flew back home the next morning with a large bundle of extras telling of his exploit. He soon resigned his job as game warden and now devotes his time to aeronautics exclusively. As for the hunters, they were never seen again in the Rocky Point country. litis Uitrk ITH a shrill whistle the train pulled out of the little village of Cedarville leaving behind baggage of every description and a crowd of actors and actresses. The Imp company had arrived and would start work on the next day. One of the actors had been left behind, and so it was neces¬ sary to get another. A crowd of half breeds and cowpuncliers hovered near, watching the group with interest. Tom Martin came galloping down the road raising a thick cloud of dust as he passed. Stopping suddenly before the sta¬ tion, lie tied his horse, sauntered up to where the party stood, and in a boisterous voice inquired who they were. “Why hello, you Wild West cowpuncher,” shouted Smith, the manager, “How would you like to join our company?” “Don’t you think he’d make a fine actor? Some graceful, Eh, girls?” All laughed. Tom didn’t feel a bit fussed, but stared with bulging eyes at the wonderful costumes of the ladies and their funny hats that looked to him much like buckets. “Well I reckon you poor city guys would look mighty queer on my horse, Nellie,” and he looked toward the cowpuncliers who sent forth peals of laughter. The actors winked at each other and then the manager spoke again. “Well, Ikey, have you de¬ cided to join us at twenty-five dollars a week and board? How about it?” THE SPECTATOR 33 “Sure I will, but what do I have to do? I never could wear them stiff white collars, they’d jabb my neck off.” The manager explained to him that they were a company of motion picture actors, whereupon Tom made him explain what that was. With every thing still hazy in his mind, he shook the hand of the manager and promised to be there in the morning. On his way home Tom did all his favorite tricks while he was imagining himself chased by Indians, forced to leap wide ravines, to climb the steep mountain paths and to swim the swollen tor¬ rent. His friend Bob, who was riding behind, saw how funny he was acting and yelled for him to wait a minute, but Tom spurred his horse on and left Bob to eat the dust. The horse, feeling rather frisky, shied at a paper. Tom went flying over his head and landed in the middle of the road. Laughing, Bob rode up alongside and asked for an explanation. Poor Tom, who in the mean time had resumed his dignity, told him he was to be a mov¬ ing picture actor. The next morning Tom arose with the sun; he washed and scrubbed his face and put on his best Sunday clothes, along with his brilliant red neck-tie. He spent so much time dressing that, before he knew it, the appointed hour had arrived. Jumping on his horse, he galloped along the road and, on turning a sharp curve, perceived a girl running from Mrs. Browne’s cabin, closely pursued by one of the half breeds. Swinging himself from his horse, he ran down the incline. The Indian fired; the girl screamed and fell; Tom rushed up to the Indian and knocked the gun from his hand. “Get out of there, you idiot, you’ve spoiled the picture.” ‘ ‘ Such luck! ’ ’ exclaimed T om as he realized that he had brok¬ en into the company sooner than he intended. He had spoiled one film but he had shown that he could act quickly when occasion demanded. “Why, if it isn’t Ik,ev, but I didn’t know him in his new Sun¬ day clothes,” said the Indian and the murdered girl stood up and laughed. As the merry peal of her voice reached him, he recognized little Mary, who fifteen years ago was his playmate. He had forgotten her after she moved away, but at this moment he felt rather glad that he had joined the company. When the Imps left Cedarville Tom was one of the company. He had proved himself an actor of real genius. Putting his head out of the window, he waved his farewells to his former compan¬ ions and then settled down in his seat to wonder what good fortune would meet him next. H. C., ’16. 34 THE SPECTATOR A 9farmg RASH! sounded a peal of thunder. Bang! an- other one. “Looks like no boat ride today,” remarked Mrs. Turner sadly, as she gazed out on the white lake gazed as far as she could see, for the rain was falling in torrents. ‘‘How long do these crazy storms last?” Maro asked disgustedly. Maro was a small boy of eleven years, who would not have gone on the ride even if the weather had per¬ mitted. “Why, sometimes an hour, sometimes two days,” his aunt answered, with thunder and lightening for punctuation. ‘ ‘ They often are very severe. Do you see that jagged tree top? Two years ago a storm just such as this knocked the top right off that tree. ’ ’ Mow, that was a fierce one,” Maro shuddered, as an old cedar crashed down. “Glad I’m not going up to the Tavern to get the folks. Are you going, even if it is like this?” Not if I can help it,” I said quietly enough, however, so that Mrs. Turner did not hear. But I could not help it. At half past two the lady of the house remarked, during a temporary lull, “Better get the “Loit¬ erer ’ ’ ready, Fred. ’ ’ And Fred did. I had a pair of overalls and a jumper for a rain suit. They were very satisfactory, for they had so much paint spattered on them that they were almost water proof. I got a small boat and rowed slowly out to where the “Loit¬ erer,” a thirty-two foot runabout, rode at anchor. “You’re go¬ ing to have the trip of your life today, Miss,” I said to the dandv little craft. Never before had I attempted to navigate in a storm. I lik¬ ed it, myself. I like very much to get out in the lake with the Loiterer” and watch her plow through wave after wave, for she is a staunch little boat and a fast one. The only reason I didn t like to attempt a trip in a heavy storm was because of the responsibility. What if something should happen to the ‘‘Loit¬ erer” ? She had cost over five thousand dollars. But my orders were to go on the twelve mile trip to the Tav¬ ern, the nearest railway station, and bring back Mrs. Turner’s guests. I went. jn THE SPECTATOR 35 I never in all my life saw a boat behave itself so much as if it had reasoning power of its own. The trip was really no more trouble than it would have been on a clear day, and I made record time, with the wind, rain, and waves at my back. As I tied up at the wharf, the rain had stopped and great rifts appeared in the clouds,but the wind was increasing in force. The “Idlewild” and the “Consuelo”, two boats costing eighteen and forty-five thousand dollars respectively, were tied up at the wharf also. The three best boats on the lake. Too bad it was a stormy day, for when these three are at the Tavern, they always draw an admiring throng of summer visitors. Through some kink of fortune, the guests of the Tuimers did not appear. Perhaps they had decided to postpone the trip. At any rate, the only thing to do was to return home. Here the fun began. The waves were twice as high as when I came up and my boat was running against them. “Give it to ' em, old girl,” I whispered as we started. And the “Loiterer” seemed to take me at my word, and fairly jumped at each big comber. I said the fun began. It did. First I lost my cap; then the canvas hood over the engine was torn off; then the flag and staff followed before I could turn to recover my cap. I should not have said turn. To try to turn in those waves would have meant almost certain capsizing. I had to back, keeping the “Loiterer’s” nose to the waves. By dint of much maneuvering, and with the aid of two boathooks, I recovered the missing articles. Off again. Crack! sounded a pistol over the water from the due east. On water, a shot is a signal of distress. “Well,” I thought, “they could not have picked a better time. Iam not rushed and I have an empty boat. ” I started tacking. This gave me the queerest, sinkingest feeling that I have ever experienced. At first I saw no one, but when an unusually high wave lifted me away up, I noticed a small one cylinder boat, half swamped, about a hundred yards away. I recognized it as the ‘‘Mud Hen.” She was a comical little craft, as broad as she was long. I hated to think of that boat going to the bottom. But there was more than this; there were human lives at stake,—two of them,—for I saw two heads poked up over the edge. I shoved the “Loiterer’s” nose as close to them as I dared and shouted to them to throw me a rope. No response, only a loud, coarse laugh. I shouted again. This time the heads ap¬ peared again, two that I had never seen before. They both had 36 THE SPECTATOR bloodshot eyes and I knew in an instant that they were complete¬ ly intoxicated,—too much so to realize their danger. “Have they stolen the “Mud Hen”!” I wondered. But it was no time for wondering. I took a forty foot rope and hastily made a lasso of it. For the next five minutes I was as busy as I have ever been. Between minding the “Loiterer” and trying to get a rope over the “Mud Hen’s” flagstaff, I had all I could manage. But manage it I did, and after tying the towline to the “Loiterer’s” stern, I started on towards home. It was a battle all the way. Hampered by its new burden, my boat could not make much headway. At one instant the line was jerked taut with a dangerous snap, the next moment, it lag¬ ged and sank, so that there was danger of its catching in the pro¬ peller. I spent most of the time running back and forth between the wheel and the towline, to keep the “Loiterer” in her course and to take up slack in the “Mud Hen’s” line. When I arrived at the wharf, I tied up and investigated the state of affairs aboard my charge. Evidently the two men had stolen the little boat, and started out on a spree. They had suc¬ ceeded—almost too well. The boat had worked well, I supposed from the evidence, until the men had discovered the revolver which is always kept on board. Fortunately it contained only one shot. This had found a home in the crank case of the engine, via the carburetor. Shooting off that essential piece of mechan¬ ism had stopped the boat, and, had I not happened along when I did, a serious accident very likely would have occurred. The two men in the boat were entire strangers, and had not yet come to their senses sufficiently to realize what they were doing. They soon disappeared on the road toward the Tavern and have never been heard of since. A new carburetor for the “Mud Hen” cost a few dollars, but the owner learned to keep her locked up when not in use, storm or no storm. J. L. C.—‘14. (@«r JlnifosBflr IUltitP Our Professor White is an all round man, As he stands in his number nines; He looks as loose as a gooseberry bush And as tall as the mountain pines. The Freshmen are as afraid of him As they are of a hard day’s work; It is poor chance they have when he is around, To play or their lessons to shirk. The schools in adjacent counties have learned That Cloverdale’s got some grit; When he takes the track team and goes to the meet For the bacon, they come home with it. And when he starts out to capture the cup In the Interscholastic debate, The opponents, be they whoever they may, Are sure to have met their fate. Uaspball Steam Nick is a boy of high school fame Who thinks he knows lots about the game, Though the curves that he’s pitched were easily ditched, He keeps on throwing just the same. Well, Barnes is the boy who can play, Throws a ball as he used to pitch hay; When he slugs the old pill it just gives you a thrill, As you watch it go into next May. Claude Doty, the speed burner knows, That all the girls like a good pose, He stands there and looks ’til one of Nick’s hooks Come by—then upward it goes. 38 THE SPECTATOR Charles Grant is the classy first baseman Of aforesaid organization, He juggles the ball but does not let it fall, So he is past eensurization. Sure Hata is there, no mistake, And we ’ll have to hand him the cake, But he never will slide, though to help out his side, For fear of the rents he will make. But Roberts is best of them all When it comes to stopping the ball, He waits ’till it hits him, then up quickly gets him, And says lie’s none worse for the fall. J. P. S., ’16 1. Of all the jolly classes, Of sturdy lads and lasses, The Sophomores are the best; They outdo all the rest. 2 . Joty, a stern, tall lad is he, He’s the guy that put “Gee” in Geometry. Willie in Stenography makes a hit, He’s the guy that put “I” in it. 3. In History Barnes says, “Have a heart!” For he’s the guy that put the “art” in smart. Helen’s our little “blondy” Supreme in English is she. 4 . Goldie’s the one that put these four, Safe and sound in the Spectator. So here’s the motto of our lads and lasses “The wise ones we, of all the classes.” THE SPECTATOR 39 (L % ntablpB PROLOGUE Our school’s a stage and pupils are the actors. We have no tragedy, but, in its place, love, and competition. Every part is played quite naturally. 1 . First Romeo and Juliet appear upon the scene They move among their schoolmates like persons in a dream. When Julie’s having Latin, Romy lingers in room one And he rarely ever leaves it till that Latin class is done, For they’re in love. 2 . The Beau Brummel of our party is cool and self possessed He’s somewhat struck with red neck ties and fancy striped vests. To all the girls lie’s very nice but never nice to one, For if he was he’d lose a chance of having lots of fun, For he’s not in love. 3. Damon and Pythias, sad to relate, are a couple of blooming lasses Whose main delight in going to school is the joy of cutting classes. They’re very lovely, sh, be still, They’re falling in love with Shorthand Bill, And they’re certainly entertaining. 4. J. Caesar is personified by our sturdy keystone sacker, Who plays right field as well as first and never needs a backer. His ambition’s to get a homer when Nick is in the box But I’m afraid when he does this the trees will turn to rocks, Tho lie’s some ball player. 5. A certain love sick lassie whose ideal is far away Gets very sad and lonely if he doesn’t write each day. For Blondy’s in the city, occupation ribbon clerk; It makes the poor girl’s heart ache to know how he must work, For absence makes the heart— 40 THE SPECTATOR 6 . Garibaldi, great Italian, bravest of the brave, Wlio to liis downtrod countrymen a breath of freedom gave. If Italy should ever need another man like him, Why Cupid’s here and ready the oppressor’s wings to trim, For he’s brave though bashful. 7. We have an Appolo with us, though in place of his rustic lyre, He thumps on the old piano and never seems to tire, For he is terribly classy, really lie’s awfully sweet From the top of his curly brown bone head to the soles of his little feet, For lie’s Cupid’s deadly rival. 8 . Venus, the wonderful goddess, breaker of hearts and thrones, Often does entertain us with her sweet and dulcet tones. But after she has become famous with her voice so sweet and clear, She will still remember Cloverdale and her own school so dear, Tho she is a singer great. 9. Our debaters are the most noted of all our notable band; In speaking of them I must aspire to something superb and grand, For they won the cup to keep as our own, it can never be taken away; Their fame will be remembered for many a year and day, For they are wonderful. EPILOGUE My tale is ended for all the rest of us are merely fillers-in who serve to make the stars shine. Some of us can never be- famous or noted or stand behind the footlights. Adieu. W. H. B. ’16. THE SPECTATOR 41 Jfrpfilmmt In 1913 the present Freshman Class From Grammar to High did pass. Bashful Freshmen, fifteen in all, Have entered the Assembly Hall. English, Book-keeping and Algebra we do, And such French students none e’er knew. The Freshmen, an important little class, Are snubbed by the Seniors, showing their brass. Seniors,—now that their senior year is done, Look back o’er their work and fun. And looking hack upon the Freshmen, they see What studes they used to be. We Freshmen, looking to the future, can see What wise and mighty Seniors we’re all going to be. C. L., ’17. Sliosp Mm (Elumi (With apologies to Walt Mason.) I am a little fairy That flits across the sky, With wings so light and airy, With eyes so bright to spy. One day as I was winging My swift and joyous flight, Fair compensations bringing To those who do the right, I flew into a little school And perched upon a seat, To see if they did keep the rule, If they were good and neat. I looked, but 0, my horror! What were they doing there? Contortions and contortions Screwed up each feature fair. 42 THE SPECTATOR They worked their jaws and worked them, And then they worked some more, And nervously they jerked them, Until I thought I’d roar. I’ve seen, upon the meadows, The gentle cows and sheep Lie quietly and chew their cud, While they were half asleep. Their mouths have grown so ample They stretch cross cheek, and face, And here you have a sample Of rather clumsy grace. Hark! List! My dainty maiden, With mouth so small and sweet! If you will chew as chews the cow, The same fate you shall meet. Your mouth will stretch from ear to ear and lose its graceful shape, If you persist from day to day, The sheep and cow to ape. Uiltp Steark Steam Ileie s to the boys of the Gold and t lue Whose motto is, “We’ll dare, we’ll do!” The boys who have red blood in their veins, Whose hearts beat high to noble aims; The boys who have dared and will dare again, To enter the race with the best of men; The boys who are noble and strong and brave Our name and our honor to cherish and save. THE SPECTATOR 43 Okrat Btbnt? Reprinted by permission from tl ie Cloverdale Reveille. The town folks with attentive ears Were there two hundred strong, And e ’en the city dads and clerk And marshal came along. For Charley, John and Genevieve, They all gave three times three, The way they won that silver mug Was beautiful to see. The cup is ours and that for keeps, No one can take it now. Hurrah for our debaters, and The man who showed them howl The St. Helena people came Determined they would take it, But only took their homeward way, Convinced they couldn’t make it. With logic clean, concise and clear, And illustrations subtle, Their protestations all were met From opening to rebuttal. And when the wordy war was o ’er The “Berkeley City Plan” Was left without a leg on which To stand itself upon. E. A. C. GENEV IEVE PHEEAN CLARA ORR A Junior 0 Anticipation HE nineteen fourteen commencement is over, and we have bidden farewell to the graduating class. We, the class of ’15, now take the places that they have left vacant. The prospect is indeed enticing. Surely no one would miss the high and elevated position to be had merely by attending high school for three years—and then this glorious reward is theirs! A real senior! influential, petted, honored, esteemed, put-up-on-a-pedestal-to- be-worshiped-by lower classmen—and best of all, Boss-of- the-School! Just think of the honors heaped upon a real senior! The best seats in Bow A, the highest offices in the 0. V. L., being the ones who have the special privilege of torturing the Freshmen— especially in the initiation! Surely it is a consolation after three years of 66 being sat on” by these very seniors—to be able, at last, to wreak our vengeance upon the lower classmen! HELEN CARRIE GOLDIE HALE HENRY BARNES WILLIE AHRENS JOTY SEDGLEY THE SPECTATOR 47 ‘‘ Rail! Rah! Rail! who are we ? Read this History and you will see.” HIS summer evening in June I am thinking of my school life, how as Fresliies we entered full of hope and vigour. I remember how Ahrens, Moubray and Browne distinguished themselves in the S. N. S. C. A. L. Field meet. In the year just passed we have all held prominent positions on the Spectator Staff, and all our girls have played on the famous baseball team. Willie, the veritable giant when compared to the dignified Seniors, has shown himself superior in Athletics, both in the Freshmen and Sophomore years. We had hard luck when we lost Browne, better known to his mates as “Pinkey,” captain of the basket ball team, and also Myrtle, who distinguished herself in the tryout for debating. As I look into the future I see Joty flying over the world in his two hundred ton airship in which he has just installed a perpetual motion engine of his own invention. Nick is rivaling Harrison Fisher as an illustrator. Goldie, our sweet little poetess, is writing for magazines as well as for the “Spectator,” and Helen, who has already shown her ability along theatrical lines, is a second Maude Adams. Henry Barnes, our wise Historian, has written a revised Ancient History, which will in time be used in all high schools, and, following the example of a former famous schoolman, he is running for president on the Socialist ticket. With all this talent concentrated in our little group, we may well hope that in 1916 we shall be the most brilliant class that ever left the portals of Cloverdale Union High. H. C. ’16. Jrcahman (Elaaa fjiatnnj OUR boys, ten girls—that was the number of pupils that composed our Freshman class when we entered high school August 19, 1913. A few of these have since gone away but new members have joined us, so that at present we have exactly the same number. They are: Christine Lea, Ethel Daniels, Madge Dellenbaugh, Vilma Ur, Ida Murray, Pearl Thompson, Hazel Lea, Pauline Dehay, Bernice Butler, Harold Thompson, Melvin Hall, Cl aude Doty, Raymond Roberts and Dewey Bassetti. What the size of the class will be in 1917 not one of us is willing to predict. But we are of one opinion, namely, that those who are fortunate enough to complete the four years’ course will be a credit to the school and an honor to the alumni. Like all students of the class it is needness for me to say that we consider our Freshman class, ‘ The Class of Classes. ’ ’ Our members have held high positions in 0 V L. and not a few of the boys have been prominent m athletics. . , , , After a few weeks in school we submitted ourselves to t rigid tortures of initiation into 0. V. L. and were then considered part of Cl over dale High. The upper classmen gave us a ‘ grand’ ’ party and indeed it was a success m every waj. In behalf ' of the Freshman class I want to take this opportunity to thank the Seniors and other classes for tie cordial welcome they extended us. Our wish is that they rnaj all he with us at our Senior party in 1917. We, the class of 1914, were very jjleased to receive some letters from members of graduating classes of former years, —so pleased indeed that we want to print them that you may know as well as we how much the school we are leaving this year is regarded and esteemed by former members. San Francisco, Calif., March 1914. Cloverdale Union High School, Cloverdale, Calif. Fellow r Students: About this time of the year there are certain members of your body who are looking forward to “Commencement.” To some of you this word “Commencement” seems misplaced and 1 am sure there will be a few who think it should be called Grand Finale” or “Attainment,” because it seemed to me that after trudging eight years to Grammar school and laboring four long years at Latin, Algebra, Physics, English and other such deep and mysterious subjects and finishing all the prescribed courses above the required percentage, that I certainly should be finishing something rather than just commencing. But looking back now after ten years, I appreciate the meaning of “Commencement,” especially in High School graduation, for we also have a Commencement at the end of the University career. Each of you will find as you grow older and THE SPECTATOR 51 have had a broader experience, that nearly all your life is a 11 Commencement. ’ ’ The completion of one aim and ambition is merely the beginning, the commencement of another. In 1904 the graduating class of the Cloverdale Union High School consisted of one proud lad. In 1908 this still prouder lad was one of five hundred of the graduating Class of the University of California. In 1910 this same lad, now quite a youth, received his Doctor’s degree from the Law department of the same University, was admitted to the bar of the State of California in the same year, hung his shingle in San Francisco, got his first case, won ' it and has been busy ever since trying to get enough of other people’s troubles to keep him going. In 1904 I was the whole Class. In 1914 I am merely one of the many million struggling individuals, trying to maintain my place and push ahead a little if possible. But the experience of a young lawyer is merely the repetition of the experience of any other business man or person. He has his ups and downs and the first few years more downs than ups, it would seem. I tender my sincerest, best wishes for the welfare of the Cloverdale Union High School and at this time more especially, mv congratulations to the members of the graduating class and trust that each of them will look back on the years spent at study there as pleasantly and longingly as does your fellow Alumnus, HIRAM E. CASEY Spectator: Through you, some of the Alumni are expressing tlieir good wishes to the Senior Class. This_ class will do as others have done, scatter, come together once in awhile, and see each othei occasionally. My one word to them is,—let every one have Ambition, and with Ambition combine Honesty, Charity and Kindness. And if he be true to himself, then he will be true to his fellowmen. My best wishes for success to the class of 1914. MARGARET MENIHAN WOODWARD. Berkeley , Calif. Spectator: As I look, back over my High School days and recall some of the events and bring back faces to fill their old places m some of these same events, I find that it would be a great undertaking to 52 THE SPECTATOR bring them all together. Our paths are various and scattered, still we have had our start in the building that housed our parents and will probably perform the strenuous duty for our grandchildren. Some of us are herding sheep, some have joined the great flock on the other shore, and others are leading a very busy life in some large city. For my own part I have had quite a variety since the summer of 1896, but with it all, I can look back to my High School days as the best time of my life and can only thank kind and persevering teachers for the help given me at the right time. I hope that your path through life may be always as bright as it is now. CHARLES IT. COOLEY, Cloverdale, Calif. Spectator: As a member of the next to the pioneer class of the Cloverdale Union High School, I send my greetings to this,—the latest, the best,—Class of 1914. It is a far cry from my school days to yours, (it seems almost like ancient history) and I realize fully what advantages you have today. We had one class room, (the present 4th giade room), and one teacher. We had no laboratory, our experiments in chemistry and physics were carried on in one corner of the class room. We had a paper, “The School Room,” a small sheet published from time to time on a private press, when material could be secured. I have been interested in school work always, and the strongest thought in my mind has been to strive to give to others advantages I did not have. I have envied you your advantages. I only hope it will be your lot to envy those who follow you; that m a year you will be writing to these present Juniors and Sophomores and Freshmen, congratulations on the superior advantages they have over what yours have been; that a beautiful new building, the ideal of all our hopes, will replace this worn out pile. on, as a class, and individually, can use your influence in a broadiy generous way for the betterment of those who follow, lliat, in the new school building, in more beautiful environments, their lives may grow and the advancement and uplift be commensurate with the change from the old, the ugly, the- imperfect, to the new, the beautiful, the perfect. A. SELENE MENIHAN. THE SPECTATOR 53 We reprint the first page of the paper mentioned in Miss Menihan’s letter. THE SCH OOL R OOM Yol. I Cloverdale, Sonoma Co., Cal., March 28, 1890. No. 2. ROLL OF HONOR. Following is the list of pupils who obtained an average percentage of 90 or above: A GRADE. May Wambold. B GRADE. Edith Graham, Louisa Batser, Sadie Fenner, Ruby Reed, Addie Lance. FIRST GRADE. Millie Hagmayer. SECOND GRADE. Lizzie Menihan, Otto Haehl. THIRD GRADE. Clara Mason. FOURTH GRADE. Maud Vassar, Ella Gaffney, Jacob Anker. FIFTH GRADE. Willie Furber, Willie Crigler, Fred¬ die Haehl, Ethel Holladay, Charles Sedgley, Nellie Haupt, Nellie Owsley, Agnes Caughey, Annie Dominie. SIXTH GRADE. Arthur Cooley, Harry Kerr, Bud Mould, Lucy Sacry, Ernest Mc¬ Curdy. SEVENTH GRADE. Lula Layman, Francis Vragnisan, Jessie Bentley. EIGHTH GRADE. Agnes Mason, Lillie Stockwell, John Menihan, Harry Marshall, Philip Crigler, Russy Beasley, Ada Schultz, Mary Sedgley, Cyrus Dod¬ son, Bernard McKenney, Wildia Stockwell, Susie Elden, Lottie McCurdy, Amy McCausland, Jus¬ tus Elden. GEO. C. RUSSELL, Principal. SCHOOL TIME. “Quarter to 9! Boys and girls do you hear?” “One more hot cake, then—be quick, mother, dear; “Where is my luncheon basket?” “Under the shelf. Just in the place you left it your¬ self!” “I can’t say my example!” “Oh, find me my cap!” “One kiss for mamma and sweet Sis in her lap.” “Be good, dear!” “I’ll try; 9 times 9 is 81.” “Take your slate!” “All right,” “Hurry up, Bill—let’s run!” With a slam of the door, they’re off —girls and boys— And the mother draws breath in the lull of he noise. Be patient, worn mother—they’re growing up fast— These nursery whirlwinds, not long do they last. A still, lonely house would be worse than the noise: Rejoice and be glad in your dear girls and boys! Miss Chase’s Young Ladies Semi¬ nary at Santa Rosa has 42 students, in attendance this term. 54 THE SPECTATOR Dear Spectator Readers: I had a charming playmate, named Lapis Lazuli, 11 A semiprecious little dog, but very dear to me. P I used to talk to him for hours, and tell him all I knew a And I remember now, too late, that he was always blue. v And I have wondered ever since if Fate intended such, ( Or if the darling passed away because I talked too much. P The moral to this little tale (I’m §ure its made you weep) e Is this: Why talk your friends to death, when pistols are so cheap ? q With this tragedy confronting me, how dare I give you all I the valuable advice I had planned. I seldom get such a chance I to tell all I know, or think. I know, and the temptation is hard to is resist. A kind Providence has intervened, however, and you will be spared the fate of Lapis. p I do want to tell you though, how proud the Alumni are of y Cloverdale High School and of you, and that our hope for you is, that in the future you will continue to make as much of your opportunities as you have in the past. Success will then surely a be yours. ' h With all best wishes. p ALICE PORTERFIELD, ’03. Berkeley, Calif. ii li Berkeley, Cal, May 11, 1914. To the Students of the Cloverdale High School , 1 k Dear Friends: It has been several years since I have lived in Cloverdale r but I have not lost interest in the High School. q There is just one word I should like to say to the a graduating class and that is this: As you are starting out in life you will naturally wish to succeed in whatever you undertake and your success will depend b absolutely on yourselves. Live according to Principle always d and this will bring the truest sense of success, honor, sincerity, brotherly love and happiness. Have high ideals and strive j constantly to attain them and finally you will attain, and the world will be better for your being in it. Very Sincerely, JESSIE ELIZABETH WOOD, THE SPECTATOR 55 Quite a number of Alumnae are teaching in various places; now and then word is received from them. We are always pleased to know they are doing well in their work; while some are far from Cloverdale we hope never to lose knowledge of their whereabouts. Jean Smith, 1893, is now teaching in the Grammar School in Oakland. In 1912 Miss Smith taught the present graduating class in this school and we know by experience that she is a splendid, kind, and persevering teacher. o Mrs. E. S. Drucks (Adah Williams ’96) a former teacher in Cloverdale Grammar School, now resides in Susanville. Jessie 11 Bentley ’oo is teaching in the local Grammar School. Mrs. E. ;e Lakes (Susie Selford ’03) a former teacher here in the Grades, o is living in San Jose. Cecil Gowan ’10, Hazel Browne ’10, Faye u Northcott ’10, Emma Sedgley ’ll, Emily Seymore ’08, are teaching in various places, Philo, Preston, Glen Ellen, and Pine f Mountain Districts. ” Other branches of work have been taken up by other v alumnae. Hazel Selford ’09 with her sister Nellie Selford ’02 has a milliner store in Healdsburg, where they are very successful and are well patronized by their former neighbors of Cloverdale. Will McCabe ’ll, recently finishing his course of dentistry at the University of Southern California, Los Angeles, was married in February, 1914. It is believed he will make his permanent home in Los Angeles. Several of the Alumnae have married, some have visited recently in Cloverdale; while others have been far away, still we know that they still are “as loyal as of old.” Mrs. Wieland (Augusta Menke ’98) came up to Cloverdale e recently from her home in Alameda, and visited with Mrs. E. A. Cooley. Her little son, William, visited the High School one e afternoon. o Mrs. J. Bower (Amy McCausland ’00) is visiting her mother d but expects to return to her home in Santa Rosa within a few s days. J Mrs. Rae Lewis (Lillie Daniels ’02) recently left for her home in Ukiah. e Mrs. Murray (Sallie Crigler ’98) is living in Cloverdale. Mrs. Charles Jackson (Odessa Shelford ’98) resides near Cloverdale. 56 THE SPECTATOR Fidelia Furber has bought a large bop ranch of which she will take charge. Arthur Cooley ’98, is in Berkeley, Elizabeth Menihan ’94, in Cloverdale, Charlie Cheeks ’93, in Seattle, Jessie Woods ’93, in Berkeley. Mrs. George Imrie (Kathryn Cooley ’08) is living in Cloverdale. Mrs. Dittman (Zoe Levicy ’01) is living in Berkeley. Mrs. Wm. Spencer (Pearl Pruitt ’08) in living in San Francisco. Mrs. McAbee (Ethel Lyle ’06) in living in Cloverdale. Ada Thompson ’05, is working in the Cloverdale Bank. Mary Menihan has charge of the primary school in East Petaluma. Helen Chase has taught for two years in the high school at Brentwood. Frank Sedgley ’10 has just finished the pharmacy course at U. C. Dan. Sink ’ll, is in the class of ’15 at U. C. Herbert Belford ’ll, and Frank Belford ’12, are living at their home near Cloverdale. Florence Lyle ’12 has a good position as bookkeeper in Ukiah. W. T. Brush ’12, is attending Dental College in San Francisco. Lloyd Brown is attending U. C. John Sink is working in an office in San Francisco. The Class of 1913 are scattered in various places: Ruth Belcher is in San Francisco taking a course at the S. F. Normal ; Maude Thompson is employed in the Telephone office in town; Gertrude Ludwig is employed in Harris’ Bakery; Norma Hurlbert, recently married to Mr. Marrion, is now living in Ukiah and Nettie Beasley is attending the University of California. CHARLES GRANT GENEVIEVE PHELAN JOHN COOLEY 58 THE SPECTATOR !ebatut0 OTHING has happened in Cloverdale, for a long time, that has aroused the interest of our citizens in the high school as have the interscholastic de¬ bates of the past two years. This year, especially, much patriotism and school spirit has been shown not only by the mem¬ bers of the high school but also by the majority of the people of Cloverdale. Evidence of this was given when the Cloverdale Literary Society at its booster’s meeting sang with such fervor and enthusiasm the rallying songs of our school. This not only cheered the debators but inspired them to fulfill the expectations of the people and to strive harder to win. Our second year in the S. N. S. C. debating league has been of great importance. Last year the championship of Sonoma, Napa and Solano counties was gained by our team and we won the beautiful trophy cup but, according to the rules of the league, it must be won twice before the permanent ownership is decided. Naturally, this created an exceptional interesting in debating. When our principal, Mr. White, secretary of the league, returned from a meeting in Napa, he announced that the rules of debating were changed and that under the new ruling, the question was to be upon municipal government, to be submitted two weeks before the debate, the question and sides to be assigned by the Uni¬ versity of California. On account of our lack of a good reference library, we hesi¬ tated at first, but our better judgment came to the rescue, and when we put the question to the 0. V. L. Society whether we should work to keep the cup or meekly give it up to more for¬ tunate schools, the Society urged us to enter the contest and do our best in spite of this handicap. A large number entered the tryout for the team. John Cooley, Charles Grant and Genevieve Phelan were chosen, with Myrtle Reed as substitute. The first debate was scheduled with Healdsburg, Nov. 21 but when the time came for the submission of the question, Healds- THE SPECTATOR 59 ‘g is e- id Q- ;y m g il. 11 n a, ie it I. rx 3 d ;o e i- d e r- o e e it burg forfeited the debate to us and withdrew from the league. The next debate was held in Sonoma, March 21st. The ques¬ tion was, “Resolved that in time of depression, municipalities should give work to the unemployed.’’ This was upheld on the negative by Gladys Simmons, Harold Wise, and Emery Ranker of Sonoma, and on the affirmative by Genevieve Phelan, Charles Grant and John Cooley. The judges were Leon Martin and Professor Drury, both of Berkeley and De Witt Montgomery, of Santa Rosa. The decision was unanimous in favor of Clover- dale. The arguments of both teams were very well worked up and all showed exceptional skill in the handling of their mater¬ ial. The delivery of the Cloverdale team, however, far surpassed that of their opponents and this, more than anything else, brought home the victory. We were entertained after the debate by a pleasant informal dance and while the judges were conferring we were favored with a solo by one of Sonoma’s talented vocalists. A machine load of rooters went with us to “Cheer us on to victory.” They were indeed an inspiration and a help to us, for familiar faces in the audience cannot fail to give enthusiasm and hope to the debators. The contest for the cup was on in dead earnest now, for the debate with St. Helena, which was to decide the final owner¬ ship and the championship of Sonoma, Napa, and Solano coun¬ ties, was scheduled for May 5th. The question to be debated was “Resolved that municipalities of 20,000 population or over should adopt the business manager form of government along the lines laid down by the plan of the City Club of Berkeley.” This was upheld, on the affirmative by Miss Catherine Clement, Miss Ida- lene Bray, and Glen Wessels of St. Helena, and on the negative by Charles Grant, Genevieve Phelan and John Cooley. Mr. Brack of St. Helena, Mr. Kascli of Ukiah and Rev. Henry Ains¬ worth of Cloverdale were the judges. Their unanimous de¬ cision was rendered in favor of Cloverdale. Our team was es¬ pecially complimented on their splendid delivery and the logical way in which their argument was arranged. The exceptional school spirit and the great interest which the citizens of Clover¬ dale took in the winning of the cup, were made evident by the 5 60 THE SPECTATOR thundering applause which greeted our success. This more than repaid the weeks of toil in preparation for our final victory. After the debate an informal dance was held and light re¬ freshments were served. We regretted that on account of the long journey to be made by automobile, our friends from St. Helena were una ble to remain except for a short time after the debate. This is Cloverdale’s first trophy won in debating but we hope that in future years many more will take their place beside it. W e can never sufficiently express our appreciation to Mr. White for his untiring efforts and invaluable assistance in coaching us. Much of the credit of winning the cup belongs to him. We also wish to express our thanks to the people who turned out in full force to cheer us and give their loyal support both in Sonoma and in our last victory at home. Our colors forever: the Gold and the Blue. We are all loyal, we are all true, So we’ll rally ’round our colors, rally once again Cheering for or own Cloverdale! CLARA ORR CLARA ORR THE SPECTATOR 63 H O C o Athletics o C0 IX g 0 X b H o Q H 02 a 2 X £ P$ o I ? c 4 ‘Here’s to the boys of the Gold and Blue, Whose motto is, “We’ll dare, we’ll do!” Cloverdale High School was founded in 1890. In the years that have passed since that time the interest in athletics has varied. At times the boys were enthusi astic and showed that they were capable of accomplishing a great deal in that line, while at other times you would have thought there was not a real boy among them. Other schools seem to be afflicted in the same way. In fact, the problem has grown so serious at times, that an investigation has been made to find out the cause. The invariable answer is, “I’m afraid I’ll get beat.” Just that and nothing more. What would happen if all our men had that deplorable phrase on their lips when asked to compete with an opponent? Suppose our candidates for President were afraid to run against each other for fear of defeat. Of course some one must be defeated, but does that degrade him morally or physically? Certainly not. In fact, he is the stronger and better man for having exerted himself vigorously. It is the effort and not the goal that brings the true reward. We go to school to study the technical or scientific sides of life. We learn of great men of the past and the present. Our men¬ tal ability is strengthened and broadened so that we see some¬ thing else in life besides the making of money. While we are do¬ ing this we must prepare ourselves to be the men of the future; men who are strong, physically, mentally, morally. One great help in accomplishing this is to compete with our neighbors in good, clean games. To give an opportunity for this, many differ¬ ent methods have been devised. Debating and athletics are the principal ones connected with our Cloverdale school, but since debating will be considered in another department, I shall con¬ fine myself to athletics. Do you ask what benefits are derived from participating in these activities? Let me answer you briefly. In Basket Ball, Base Ball and events where team work is the important require¬ ment, the players are strengthening their mental ability by quick thinking and instant action upon what their minds conceive. In the Track Meet you find the men are not afraid to put them¬ selves individually against others. When a man is not afraid to put himself against the best you can find, you may know that he has confidence in himself, a quality which is, at the 64 THE SPECTATOR present time, one of the essential characteristi cs of every suc¬ cessful career. This is lacking in many of our own students. It can be gained only by getting out and showing what you are worth. Show us if you have any grit, any stick-to-it-iveness, any¬ thing that is worth while. Without these qualities no one will make a final success as a man. When you are on the track,, training for some event, you soon find out if you are not living as clean lives as you should, whether your internal organs are as perfect as they should be, and last, but not least, you see clearly that in order to live happily you must cut out the dirty stuff. You must consider, also, that your body is not made up of unwearable material but that it must be cared for as the most delicate of mechanisms. l r our lungs are developed, your heart is put into action and blood is sent rush¬ ing through your veins so that all waste substances are thrown off, and the clean pure life forces go bounding through body and brain. You may say that all this can be accomplished by work in some useful occupation. The trouble is that too often such work, is so strenuous as to make the boy a physical cripple. This is true of the growing boy who is tied down to a man’s job. His associates, also, are not what they should be. On the cinder path his comrades are boys who understand the needs of physical health, while on the public job he is associated with men of all classes, whose character and habits will strongly influence him to his certain detriment. Taking all in all and considering the statements of “men who know ’ ’ and who have had experience on both sides, don’t you think we gain a great deal if we put ourselves man to man against the best and show what we have in us, even if we don’t win first place in every race! We have this year, however, made a remark¬ ably fine showing for a school that has so small a team. We have scored points and won medals in every meet although we have had only from two to four men to represent us. Basketball Our basket ball team was organized soon after school started last fall. Brown was selected Captain and Prof. White, man¬ ager. After the tryouts, Ahrens was put in center; Brown, Sedgley and Thompson, forwards; and Cooley and Grant guards. The first game was played with the Healdsburg team. This was a fast game, both sides showing that they had lots of fighting blood. The score was even all through the game but Cloverdale THE SPECTATOR 65 managed to beat their opponents by one point. The final score was 10 to 11. Our next opponents were the St. Helena boys. This game was not so favorable to the Cloverdale team as the previous one. St. Helena showed their superiority over the Blue and Gold by the score of 10 to 23. Ukiali next challenged us to a game and we journeyed to the seat of Mendocino County. This proved to be the fastest game we played during the season. It was a whirlwind from start to finish. Both teams were in the game to win and they put their whole effort into play. After the referee had blown his whistle we found that we had been beaten by a score of 20-23. Santa Rosa was our opponent in the last game of the sea¬ son. The first half the score was 7-0 in Cloverdale’s favor, but after that our team lost its form and with it the game. The final score was 11-35, a seemingly poor windup for the season but it is all in the game. One of our star players, Brown, left us at Christmas so we did not see our way clear to reorganizing for the few games which we might play later. Track Tlie cinder path has been the main arena of honor for the boys of Cloverdale during the year. Last fall under the able supervision of L. R. W. A. Lambert, our boys trained for the meets which were to be held in St. Helena and in Petaluma. The S. N. S. C. A. L. met at St. Helena. Cooley and Grant were the only ones able to obtain transportation across the moun¬ tains so it was up to them to do their school honor. They did well in this respect, both of them making good showings. Clover¬ dale High claimed eight points at the end of the meet which was more than many other schools gained who had a much larger representation. In this meet Cooley took third in the Broad Jump and Grant took first in the 440 and fourth in the 880. The next Saturday, Ahrens, Cooley, and Grant attended the North Western meet at Petaluma. This was an exciting meet all the way through. Fast times were the order of the day, Allenby of Ukiali making the 880 in 2:00 flat. Cloverdale High did not get completely snowed under as Grant took second in the 440 which gave us 3 points. The Spring of 1914 brought a few more boys out for track and we began the grind for the meets which were to be held in Ukiah and Petaluma. On May 2, we journeyed to the North 66 THE SPECTATOR Western meet at Ukiah. Again Cloverdale made a good show¬ ing by coming out with 5 points. Ahrens was our star man. He took, third in the 220 and 100. Grant took fourth in the 440. The spring meet of the S. N. S. C. A. L. was held in Peta¬ luma on May 9. Three of the C. H. S. boys attened this meet where the High Schools of Santa Rosa, Healdsburg, Napa, Cloverdale, Petaluma, Analy, Armijo, Vallejo were represented. Everything was pulled off in good order and four records were broken. The Cloverdale boys held up their part and did honor to their school. Ahrens took first in the 220, third in the shot and fourth in the 100. Thompson captured second in the mile and third in the 880. Grant swung to first in the 440, which gave us a score of 18. This placed us fourth in the meet. At the close the schools stood in the following order: Napa, Santa Rosa, Petaluma, Cloverdale, Healdsburg, Arm¬ ijo, Analy, and Vallejo. 50 yd. dash Hoernle (N); Rosenberg (H); Burke (H); Tompkins (P)—5:4. 100 yd. dash Hoernle (N); Burke (H); Robinson (S.R.); Ahrens (C)—10:4. 220 yd. dash Ahrens (C); Burke (H); Robinson (S. R.); Weeks (S. R.)—24:1. 440 yd. dash Grant (C); Skilling (P); Spears (A); Brown (Ar.)—54:00. 880 yd. dash Chapman (S. R.); Skilling (P); Thompson (C); Varney (A)—2 2:1. Mile Run Chapman (S. R.); Thompson (C); Winters (S. R.); Wheeler (P)— 5 21:3. 120 Hurdles Robertson (N); Russell (S. R.); Brown (N); Koford (S. R.)—17:3. 220 Hurdles Robertson (N); Cantoni (N); Gnesa (S. R.); McKinney (P)— 880 Relay Napa; Petaluma; Santa Rosa; Healdsburg. Hammer Throw Garben (Ar); Kolord (S. R.) Merritt (S. R.); Roland (H)—164:6. Pole Vault, Oxender (P); Robertson (N); Tonnigson (P); Gnesa (S. R.)—11:1%. Discus Throw, Merriee (S. R.); Cantoni (N); Skilling (P); Frellson (Id)—107:9. High Jump, Dykes (P); Williamson (A); Cantoni (N); Russell (S. R.)—5:io. Shot Put, Brown (N); Hopkins (Ar.); Ahrens (C); Merritt (S. R.)—43:8. Broad Jump, Oxender (P); Russell (S. R.); Tompkins (P); Proctor (N)—19:11. THE SPECTATOR 67 Our school year is drawing to a close and for some of us the days on the track have become history. When looking over our records, the records of so few, we are proud that we have taken an interest in these events and proud of the showings we have made. Where other schools have been represented by many, we entered with few and always managed to score well. In our last meet we came up to the best of them, even though we had but three men on the field. We have made them realize that Clover- dale High must be considered. She is on the athletic map in big red letters and the boys who have put her there are proud that they were among the victors who were able to do something worth while for their school and themselves. “CHAS.” ’14. Girls’ Athletics Basketball The girls’ basket ball team was organized last fall, with Zola Hotel! as Captain and Genevieve Phelan as manager. Prac¬ tice was begun immediately, and the girls, especially the Fresh¬ men, showed fine spirit in their first trials. Our first games were played in the Pavilion, and the home team came offi victorious in every one. In December, our team journeyed to Santa Rosa, where, under great disadvantages, we went up against their players. The line up was as follows: Pearl Thompson, Ethel Daniels, Clara Orr, centers; Ida Murray, Christine Lea, guards; Helen Carrie, sub; Zola Hotell and Genevieve Phelan, forwards. This was the only game we lost during the season. We wish to congratulate Santa Rosa on their splendid team work and the wonderful skill of their goalers. We also wish to thank them for their courteous treatment. Baseball In September, the girls organized a base ball team, with Madge Dellenbaugli, captain and Lucile Brush, manager. We did not play any outside teams, but the girls showed fine pep against the town team. Out of these games, we lost but one. 68 THE SPECTATOR Pitcher .Lucile Brush Catcher . Zola Hotell 1st B.. Genevieve Phelan 2d B.Clara Orr 3d B.Helen Carrie L. F.Goldie Hale R. F.Bernice Butler C. F.Ethel Danials S. S.Pauline Dellay Hazel Lea, Pearl Thompson, Christine Lea, Ida Murray, and Madge Dellenbaugli acted as substitutes. Next year we expect to go up against any of the outside teams with hopes of coming off with the laurels. G. P., 15 THE ADVENTUBES OF THE CLOVERDALE ,TRACK TEAM AT THE PANAMA-PACIFIC INTERNA¬ TIONAL EXPOSITION. Listen, my children and I will tell Of the wondrous adventures that befell The Cloverdale track, team of ’15. ’15 was the year of the big exposition Which stirred the country from end to end, To which men came from over the ocean, To view the wonders created by men. In April, as I now relate, The track teams from all over the state Were gathered together, their strength to test, And to decide which was the best Of all the teams in our fair state. Cloverdale was there, as you may guess, Represented by Ahrens and all the rest. Roberts the miler, shot putter Hall, Sedgley, the hurdler, who has ’em all goin,’ For his feet are so large he can ne’er begin slowin’ Till he’s covered at least a mile and a half. Dewey Bassetti who throweth the hammer, He says it’s all due to the freslia banana. And now last but not least comes our dear little Willie Who comes down the track like a two year old filly. He busted all records in the fifty and hundred— Would have won the four-forty if Chas. hadn’t blundered. Clias was acting as judge and as usual you know, He was wondering what girl he would take to the show. EXCHANGE Enterprise, Petaluma. You’re all wrong on cutting out exchanges. That’s the only Avay we can keep in communication with each other. Aside from this article you’re all right. Searchlight, San Rafael. You have a very good paper; in fact, you are a searchlight. The Golden Bear, Sonoma. Welcome, neighbor, welcome. Get some good cuts and you will have a paper you can be proud of. The Sotoyoman, Healdsburg. Your literary department is splendid. Don’t you think it would be a good idea to devote more space to athletics? Tulare Argus, Tulare. Everything good but the print and the paper. White and Gold, Yreka. Joshes fine; literary department better. You’re a James dandy, come again. The Owl, Fresno. Your stories are not as good as they might be, though your athletic department easily offsets this. The Ilex, Woodward. You surely have a fine little paper. Every department is well handled. 70 THE SPECTATOR The Mistletoe, Willits. Your class departments are well written. Glad to see you. Come again. The Far Darter, St. Helena. You have an unusually good paper. Your editorial staff must be hard workers. The Skirmisher , Burlingame. Your paper is one you can well he proud of. The military notes are especially interesting. El Eco, Lincoln Union High School, Anderson. A fine paper, the cuts of your folk dances are unique. The Janus, Hanford. One of the best papers received this year. Full of interest from beginning to end. The Aurora, Anderson Union High School, Anderson. ‘ ‘ Bill and Sam” bid fair to equal “Mutt and Jeff” in the popular favor. The Review, Sacramento. Your articles on forestry are surely good. The Echo, Santa Rosa. You have a very good paper but you devote too much space to athletics. El Gabilan, Salinas City. Your poet’s corner is something wonderful. The Cogswell, Cogswell Poly, San Francisco. A well written and finely edited paper. Richmond Rodeo, Richmond. A paper like yours is always welcome. The Lowell, San Francisco. Your paper is rather small to come from so large a school. It is good, nevertheless. W. H. B. ’16. THE SPECTATOR 71 Q.VL.?lote FRESHMAN RECEPTION HE 0. V. L. had the pleasure this year of welcoming an unusually large Freshman class. Our delight in receiving so many and so capable new members into our society found its expression in the reception which was held in Humbert’s Hall in September. The profusion of class colors served to give a bright tone to the color scheme as well as to the school spirit that permeated the large company of guests. A very appropriate informal program was rendered after which the evening was spent in dancing. LITERARY PROGRAM Much interest has been taken this year in the literary programs. Besides the usual exercises of music, recitations, essays and readings, several short plays have been given in which somewhat of talent was shown. The 0. V. L. Monthly Review has given opportunity for the display of a great deal of originality on the part of the editors and staff. Some of the departments that have especially distinguished themselves have been, “Wit and Humor,” “Athletics,” “Poetics,” “Agriculture,” “Household Economy,” “Fiction,” and advertisements. CITRUS FAIR EXHIBIT For a number of years the 0. V. L. has placed an exhibit ' in the annual Citrus Fair which is held in February, thus showing our interest in the enterprises of our town. Although we are not able to compete with the larger organizations in the size and magnificence of display and, consequently, cannot hope for a very large prize, yet we are willing to do our share. This year the design was a shield in oranges with a border of lemons and the initials C. H. S. worked in olives. The completed piece, resting upon its case of velvety moss draped with smilax, was a gem which gave an artistic representation of a dainty golden shield from the jeweler’s shop. In workmanship the judges placed it among the very first. G. H. ’16. MIRROR 74 THE SPECTATOR A kiss is a noun generally used as a conjunction. It is never declined, is more common than proper, used in the plural and agrees with all. A Mr. Aood and a Mr. Stone were walking on Broadway one day, when there came upon them a lady in a sheath gown. Of course this caused a sensation. Only too naturally did Wood turn to Stone and Stone turn to Wood and then they both turned to rubber. There was a ball player from France M ho got to first base just by chance; He stole second and third, (For he was some bird), And slid home on the seat of his pants. Miss B. (Hist. II)—Explain the sentence in your own words, ienry. Liberal sentiment began to spread among the ITlclSSGS. Henry—-The democratic principle became more prevalent among the English people. Goldie—-Say, what do you think we are— animated dictionaries? A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT AT THE OPERA HOUSE. A lady laid her eye on a chair and a man sat on it. THE SPECTATOR i o A little car of the “roadhouse” type chugged painfully up to the gate at the races. The gate keeper, demanding the usual fee for automobiles called: “A dollar for the car!” The owner looked up with a pathetic smile of relief, and said: “Sold!” “What’s the shape of the earth?” asked the teacher. ‘ ‘ Round! ’ ’ “How do you kuow?” “All right, it’s square then. I don’t want to start any argument about it. ’ ’ A wise old bird called the Pel-i-can Puts in his mouth all his Bel-i-can; He puts in his beak Enough for a week, And wonders how the Hel-i-can. Hazel—I’m going to join the army. Raymond—What are you going to do? Hazel—I’m going to take a drum so that when I see the enemy I can beat it. There was a young man of much mirth, Who was born on the day of his birth. He was married they say On his wife’s wedding day, And died on his last day on earth. Ex. Did you hear about the fight in the bakei . No: what was it? , , . , , A cup of coffee got fresh and soaked a stale doughnut, Wanted—A man to undertake the sale of a new pa eiv medicine. The advertiser guarantees that it will be pro a to the undertaker. Goldie— Oh! Helen did you hear about the big accident vpsfprdav I Helen—No! tell me about it. Ooldie—An auto ran into a garage. 76 THE SPECTATOR MOTHER GOOSE (UP TO DATE) Poor lonely Hazel, she went to the office To get a letter from Dick, But when she got there the post box was bare, And poor lonely Hazel felt sick. She went to the Baker’s To get her some gum, And when she got home Her Dickie had come. This is the Ford that Jot bought. This is the horn that’s on the Ford that Jot bought. This is the guy that tooted the horn that’s on the Ford that Jot bought. This is the maiden, all forlorn, who called for aid as Sedge hit the guy that tooted the horn, that’s on the Ford that Jot bought. This is the five which Joty paid for speeding with the girl that screamed for help when Sedge hit the guy, who tooted the horn that’s on the Ford that Jot bought. This is the house which Jot built for the girl who screamed for help when he hit the guy that tooted the horn that’s on the Ford that Jot bought. Melvin—“I want to buy some paper.” Dealer—‘ ‘ What kind of paper ? ’ ’ Melvin—“You’d better make it fly paper. I want to make a kite.” Say, did you read about that murderer who lived in a cave for six weeks with nothing to eat but milk? No! But where on earth did he get the milk? Oh! He got the sheriff’s goat. Helen (impatiently to Willie, who is quite absorbed in studying and who has his feet in the window)—Well, for good¬ ness sake Willie, take your feet out of the window; you’re shutting out all the light. Christine—(nibbling her pencil) I didn’t have any breakfast this morning, so I have to eat my pencil. Melvin—I wonder if that is what became of mine? Clara—What kind of animals come from the clouds. Henry—Why, the rein-deer (rain, dear). THE SPECTATOR 77 LEFT OUT PARTICULARS. Willie (returning from the track-meet where he had won two bronze medals—“Doggoned if I ain’t disgusted. Last night I prayed all night I would win a medal today hut I plum forgot to tell what kind I wanted.” This note was received by the teacher explaining her son’s absence from school: Dear Mum: Please excuse Willie today. He will not be to school. He is acting as time keeper for his father. Last night you gave him this example: If a field is four miles square, how long will it take a man walking three miles an hour to walk two and a half times around it? Willie ain’t no man so his daddy went. They wint early this morning and they ought to be back late tonight, tho it would he hard going. Dear Mum, please make the nixt problem about ladies, as my husband can’t afford to lose the day’s work. I don’t have no time to loaf but I can spare a day off occationally better than my husband can. Res’pv yes ' MRS. JONES THE PUZZLE. Who broke the window? Brilliant Freshie—Why, I can tell you. Phillip stuck his head through and made a square hole. Freshie—What is the difference between a sculptor and a hair-dresser? Soph—I don’t know. Freshie—A sculptor makes faces and busts, while a hair¬ dresser curls up and dyes (dies)! H. B—The Socialist party has a good purpose. J. S. (interrupting)—Yes, and its platform is a dry good s box in the middle of the street. She (while passing the ice cream store)— I’d like an ice cream sundae (Sunday). He—All right, remind me of it—this is only Tuesday. Brilliant Freshie—If you met a dear friend would you kiss him on the street? Claude—Why certainly. Freshie—Well, I wouldn’t. I’d kiss linn on the face. 78 THE SPECTATOR A SLAM Mr. White (Math. I.)—Do you mean to say that 8X 120 -=X 30 miles ? 320 Freshie—Well, that’s what a Senior told me, and I thought it was right.. Mr. White—Oh, well, Seniors don’t know everything. He who knows not and knows that he knows not is a Freshman. He who knows not and knows not that he knows not is a Soph. He who knows and knows not that he knows is a Junior. He who knows and knows that he knows is a Senior. AN ENCOURAGING REPORT. Latest reports from the Cloverdale Hospital state that John Cooley is doing as well as can be expected. Miss Bagley (Draw II)—Philip, you have done very much better on your mouth than on the nose. Philip (brilliantly)—Yell, that shows how much more I appreciate the mouth, Miss Bagley. M. D.—Hazel, you’ve been eating oranges. Hazel—How do you know? M. D.—Because you’ve got skin on your face. John (Draw III)—To Miss Seidl. Are you going to live in this house? Miss Seidl (blushing)—If you want me to. Miss B. (In EnglishI)—What are the principal parts of swim ? Wise Freshy-—Swim, swam, swum, sank. Requisites for an all-round education are: Ambition, Aspiration, Application, Respiration, Perspiration.—E. H. One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man.—E. II. Silently one by one in the register books of the teachers— blossom the lovely zeroes—the forget-me-nots of the pupils. THE SPECTATOR 79 OUR FUNNY LANGUAGE. A sleeper is one who sleeps. A sleeper is that in which a sleeper sleeps. A sleeper is that on which a sleeper runs while the sleeper sleeps. Therefore, while the sleeper sleeps in the sleeper the sleeper carries the sleeper over the sleeper under the sleeper, which carries the sleeper, jumps the sleeper and wakes the sleeper in the sleeper by striking the sleeper under the sleeper on the sleeper, and there is no longer any sleep for the sleeper sleeping in the sleeper on the sleeper. THE THIRD END OF IT. Very often it is difficult to find the end of a thing especially when there are two or more ends to it. A few days ago a boy applied for a position as cabin boy on a schooner. The captain considered him a bright chap, but wished to test him, so he picked up both ends of a coil of rope and said, “Here are the two ends of this rope. Show me the third. ” The boy thought a moment then took the rope and threw it into the water, saying, “There’s the other end of it?” Prof.—If a boy had X dollars and spent X-5 cents and x 10 cents, how many cents would he have left? Pearl (slowly)—I don’t think he’d have any cents (sense). Prof, (dryly)—Well, if he belonged to this class he wouldn’t have any. English I. Miss Bagley—“In what case is John in this sentence, Joim, the boy, is here’ ?” Bernice—“In Zola’s case.” Barnes—Why do all the old maids go to church early? Roberts—I don’t know. .. . , Barnes—So they’ll get there before all the hymns (linns) are given out. Raymond enters the room. Madge (startled)— Oh! I thought you were White! Raymond— Huh! I am sure I am not black. “Makes Money in Dirt”-Claude Doty, reliable Rea! Estate Agent of Preston. 80 THE SPECTATOR If a Hottentot taught a Hottentot tot To talk ere the tot could totter, Ought the Hottentot tot To be taught to say 1 ‘ aught ’ ’ Or ‘‘naught”, or what ought to be taught her? If to hoot and toot a Hottentot tot Be taught by a Iiottentot tutor Should the tooter get hot if the Hottentot tot Hoot and toot at the Hottentot tutor? An alien was requested to fill out the following before becoming naturalized: “Name”: “Born” 1 “Business”: He wrote: “Name”—Jacob Levinski. “Born”—Yes. ‘ ‘ Business ’ ’—Rotten. Miss B. (Hist. II)—Claude, you’ll have to put your mind on it. Claude (studying in a rather near-sighted though not concentrative manner)—Well, it’s touching it now. Little Elmer has lost Lucile, And doesn’t know where to find her, Oh, leave him alone and he’ll come home With Lucille on his motor behind him. A senior, by the name of John, Once caused a great commotion, When he in a meeting, arose and said, “I second the emotion.” Miss B. (Hist. II)—What is anarchy? Joty—Oh! throwing bombs. The structure that John Cooley is building on Knob Hill will be called the “Zola Hotel.” Murray, Murray, whose first name is Idali Got in a hurry and ate a spidah. We, the staff of the Cloverdcde Spectator, dedicate this page to the business men and all oar other friends, who have helped as to sacceed, with this paper, and without whose help the publication of this book would have been impossible. THE SPECTATOR Aug. 18. School opens—a timid bunch of Freshmen enter High School. PERFUMES Dineerv ' s Pharmacy Store KODAKS Telephone 23 THE SPECTATOR 83 Aug. 20.—Sebastopol Apple Show—Pinky breaks another heat. Think of it—motor car transportation at less than two cents a mile—what it is costing thous¬ ands of Ford owners. It’s a big reason for Ford popularity. Other reasons—Ford lightness—. Ford strength—Ford dependability. Better get yours now. $575.00 is the price of the Ford runabout; the touring car is $625.00; the town car $825.00—f. o. b. Cloverdale, complete with equipment. Get catalogue and particulars from HEALDSBURG AUTO GO. - Healdsbur POLYTECHNIC COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING 13th and Madison Sts. Oakland, Calif. A SPECIAL SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING REGULAR COURSES: Regular two year college courses (24 months work) are sustain¬ ed in Mechanical, Civil, Electrical, Mining Engineering and in Architecture. SPECIAL COURSES Special courses requiring from six to twelve months are sustain¬ ed in Surveying, Assaying, Machine Shop, Automobile Engineer¬ ing, Architectural Drawing, Mechanical Drawing, Etc. EQUIPMENT The college is completely equipped with Machine Shops, Pattern Shops, Forges, and Laboratories and has all the instruments and apparatus necessary to teach engineering subjects in a practical manner. •SEND FOR LARGE ILLUSTRATED CATALOG 84 THE SPECTATOR Aug. 30.—Philipp gives us a speach on the Poor (Pure) Food Laws. GEO. WESTON t We carry a full line of Illinois and South Bend i Railroad Watches. Also a full line of Cut Glass j and Sterling Silverware. ! West Street Cloverdale, Calif. j DR. W. C. SHIPLEY I Physician and Surgeon i • | Office, Dineen’s Pharmacy t Phone 23 j CLOVER-LEAF PHARMACY, Inc, f Manufacturers of I Clover-Leaf Toilet Cream t Clover-Leaf Toilet Bleaching Powder j Clover-Leaf Catarrh Remedy Residence t Phone 362 ! A- - THE SPECTATOR Sept. 9.—Holiday—Admission Day. 85 I PAULKEESAW THE POPULAR BARBER t U. S. Hotel Cloverdale, Calif. | Nell Shelford MILLINERY PICTORIAL REVIEW PATTERNS 1 Phone 223 R West Street, Healdsburg, Cal. McAbee’s Barber Shop All the Latest News While You Wait For A Shave, Haircut or Shampoo 86 THE SPECTATOR Sept. 15.—The unprecedented happens—Dewey Speaks. BLOW OUTS and PUNCTURES Repaired in satisfactory manner at H. P. HULBERT’S CYCLERY Cloverdale, Calif. West Street | The value of lenses depends upon the exactitude of | their prescription and the superiority of their mater- t ial. EPH WEISS’ Success in the field of optometry ! is based on the scientific precision with which he has I fitted all cases of refractive errors and muscular ab- I normalities of the eye. His office in the Whitney | building, San Francisco, possesses the most recent t equipment that science can offer. R. F. Green, Manager F. II. Mason, Millman CLOVERDALE LUMBER YARD and PLANING MILL Phone, Cloverdale 403 Lake Street EXPRESS — TRANSFER Kruse moves anything that’s loose. Cloverdale, Calif. Telephone 852 87 THE SPECTATOR Sept. 19.—Big time—Freshmen reception. T i Always | Progressive THE EMPORIUM, Cloverdale’s youngest store ;; (having been here only a year) has grown so rapid- i ; ly, that they have been forced to enlarge their • ' quarters. Dependable Merchandise I —AT— i DEPENDABLE PRICES have brought about this f condition. i i SHOP AT HOME i j The Emporium i Cloverdale’s Progressive Store. Always ready to serve you. 88 THE SPECTATOR Oct. 11.—Cooley and Grant win their first medals at St. Helena. ------ ..-. . -1 : • E. A. Cooley ! - t i ? i ? • T i T | CARPETS FURNITURE WALL PAPER j I LINOLEUM ! MATTING RUGS, ETC. I i ? i ? • f . | i | Don’t forget that we have a vacuum cleaner, and| | that we are prepared to show you its efficiency. THE SPECTATOR 89 Oct. 15.—Prof faints—Christine solves a problem in Algebra. Warren’s Fire Proof Garage K- Agents for the famous Studebaker auto Cloverdale, Calif. Phone 222 J. H. FLETCHER HORSESHOEING First Class Work Guaranteed First Street Cloverdale, Cal. Monuments Headstones Vaults Granite Copings Etc., Etc. Latest Styles Everything Per¬ taining to the Cemetery. Estimates Furnished J.C. HAYWARD agent for the PACIFIC MARBLE and GRANITE WORKS • ••••••• • • ••••{ THE SPECTATOR Was Printed by the PETALUMA ARGUS JOB DEPARTMENT Equipped for the best class of work, whether it be Business Stationery or an Elaborate Catalog or High School Paper such as this one. Manager of Riverside and Mount Olive Cemeteries, Cloverdale. Cemetery Lots Cared for Removals Enclosures Underground Vaults •..•..•..•..•..•..•..••.•..•..••’a ...4 90 THE SPECTATOR Oct. 20.—Cupicl enters on the scenes. TAILORING That’s up to the minute in Style and Workmanship. Correctly tailored in our establishment means that you gain that desired tailor¬ ed appearance in good taste with discriminating dress¬ ers. Comfort comes with a perfect fitting coat. Your comfort is what we guar¬ antee in this respect. Blue serge, Checks and tropicals in numerous vari¬ ety here—they are imported and domestic weaves, that make natty Summer sacks in two and three-piece gar¬ ments. Your patronage is invited. E. Sesso Cloverdale, Calif. Come and see our large stock of ready-made tailor¬ ed Suits. THE SPECTATOR 91 Nov. 1.—Claude, our famous miler, enters our ranks. COmtRflAl 92 THE SPECTATOR Nov. 21.—Cloverdale wins basket ball game from Healds- burg. I POST’S DRAWING INSTRUMENTS ha samsfy Drawing sets to suit every taste and pocket book. Special prices to students. THE FREDERICK POST CO. 537 Market Street San Francisco, Calif, i A. Rochfort Cloverdale, Calif. | U. S. HOTEL I THE LEADING HOTEL IN NORTHERN SONOMA CO. Headquarters for Tourists | Special Accommodation for Commercial Travelers ! Large Sample Rooms ! THE SPECTATOR 93 Nov. 26.—Members of Girls’ Basket Team decide to go back to cooking. A Deliciously Satisfying Drink j after a drive or a walk is a glass of our soda. No use to? tell you how good it is. You ; have to drink one to thor¬ oughly appreciate its fine ; flavor and thirst-quenching excellence. Stop in and try ' a glass. Call for any flavor; you like. We have all you! ever heard of and a lot of new ones. ; THE BEAULIEU CO. Stationery and School Supplies Cloverdale, Cal. Next to Postoffice ! Telephone Office 463 Residence 93 | DR. J. W. CARICO I PHYSICIAN and SURGEON j Cloverdale California f Office Phone 303 Residence Phone 682 j M. H. DONALD j DENTIST t Over Public Telephone Office Cloverdale, Cal. j 94 THE SPECTATOR Nov. 29.—St. Helena wins basket ball from Cloverdale. WIGHTMAN’S It’s the store of Quality, Good service and superiority. The prices are right, you will confess. It’s Wightman’s that you always bless. If you by chance too busy be To call in person, just phone one three. Promptly at your door is left Groceries that will stand all test. Dishes on our counters stand, Vegetables, fresh, always on hand. Potatoes, beans, and carrots sweet. I tell you, Wightman’s can’t be beat. ! If you haven’t found this out before, don’t wait any | i ! 1 longer, but try today—you’re always welcome. Groceries Crockery P. R. WIGHT MAN —PHONE ONE THREE— .4 THE SPECTATOR 95 Dec. 5.—Ukiah wins basket ball game from Cloverdale. Electric Shoe Repairing First Class Harness Our Specialty. of all kinds made to order Automobile and Carriage Trimming WALTER W. GIBBENS —Dealer in— HARNESS and SADDLERY GOODS Corner of West and First Sts., Cloverdale, Cal. ........ Electric Wiring and Supplies of all kinds Agent for the Aermoter Wind Mill and Pump 0. C. WILLIAMS SANITARY PLUMBER We install pumping plants of all kinds for irrigation purposes. Phone Main 593 Cloverdale, Calif. 96 THE SPECTATOR Dec. 12.—Pinal basket ball game—Santa Rosa wins. BANK OF CLOVERDAIE | (COMMERCIAL) Capital and Surplus $75,000.00 4 per cent on Term Deposits Interest Payable Semi-annually. FIRE INSURANCE None better than AETNA ROYAL HARTFORD i.. C. L. SEDGLEY, Agent. Cloverclale, Calif. THE SPECTATOR Dec. 19.—School closed—Farewell 1913. 97 r- Auto Owners Attention! TIRES! - TIRES! We are offering the best Anti-Skid tire made. I Fully guaranteed at the following ridiculously low { j price—Compare these with the prices you have been j I paying: 1 $12.65 $17.00 $18.10 $25.25 $26.05 B B GARAGE CLOVERDALE, CALIF. RHONE 612 Our Auto Stage for Wendling makes connection 1 with the trains in Coverdale for San Francisco. ! ? ----- _ r The kind th at gives satisfaction at a price that is con¬ sistent with the Quality. The Petaluma Argus Petaluma Qalifornia 98 THE SPECTATOR Jan 5.—Back at school again. REINFORCED CONCRETE I am prepared to do Concrete Work of every de¬ scription. REINFORCED CONCRETE A SPECIALTY Remember that anything properly built of Steel and Concrete is everlasting, grows stronger with age, will not bum, w r ill never need repairs. ESTIMATES FURNISHED C. A. THOMPSON, Cloverdale, Calif. BARCAL MINERAL WATER ; ,, for Lemonade ,, : BOTTLED AT PRESTON, SONOMA COUNTY, j CALIFORNIA | THE SPECTATOR Jan. 30.—Miss Seidl leaves us. 99 Imrie McClelland DRY GOODS CLOTHING HARDWARE ! GROCERIES i i ( PAINTS You get value received when you trade with us SATISFACTION our motto. .4 100 THE SPECTATOR Feb. 2.—Miss Bagiev arrives. THERE THEY GO! KOESTER ' S SHOE STORE Running, jumping, the live-long day! No wonder the children require such stout shoes! BUSTER BROWN SHOES Are made of extra stout leather and long-wear soles. “Double wear in every pair.” BUSTER BROWN RIBBON SHOES For Boys—For Girls. Repairing strictly first- class. We have a complete line of all kinds of shoes. Cloverdale, Calif. Grant Haehl HARDWARE, STOVES, IMPLEMENTS Agricultural Implements, Paints and Oils, Crockery and Glassware, Graniteware, Wool Growers’ Sup¬ plies, Sporting Goods. If you go fishing or hunting don’t forget to get your license from us and all the other things that go with it. West St., near Broad, Cloverdale, Calif. THE SPECTATOR 101 Fel). 10.—Debating team is defeated at Ukiah. ; Do you realize that you are living in one of the ; most beautiful towns in the state? ; All that you want is a beautiful home. ;; Come and let me show you some plans, and : make you an estimate for a comfortable and mod- n ern home. I JACK BOYD i CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER i : I Cloverdale, Calif. Cloverdale Meat Market 102 THE SPECTATOR March 20.-—Cloverdale wins debate at Sonoma. Cloverdale Domestic Laundry w Is under New Management First Class Work Assured We do all mending All socks darned J. HUGHES J. BURMAN Tel. 392. f Dunn Humbert NOTARY PUBLIC REAL ESTATE INSURANCE Cloverdale, Calif. t THE SPECTATOR 103 May 1.—Willie prays to win medal at Ukiah Track Meet. Barker’s Livery Stable H. I. BARKER, Prop. Ante stage to the Geysers in connection. This trip takes you over eighteen miles of the most beautiful mountain roads in the State. Telephone 122 Cloverdale, Calif. I. S. LEWIS Notary Public and Justice of the Peace REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE. CLOVERDALE, CALIFORNIA r. WATCHES CLOCKS, JEWELRY CLOVERDALE, W. V. Seward High grade repairing a specialty. CALIFORNIA I.. .. .. 104 THE SPECTATOR May 2.—Willie wins bronze medal—He forgot to specify what kind he wanted. ..•..•--.•..•..•..•.’•..•.•I Sweet’s Santa Rosa Business College Undisputedly the Highest Grade School of its Class on the Pacific Coast, and None Better Anywhere. This is the School that helps make Manly Business Men and competent, well trained Office Help BUSINESS COUliSE Bookkeeping, Wholesaling, Commission, Banking, Commercial Law, Business English, Business Letters, Spelling, Penmanship, Business Practice. STENOGRAPHIC COURSE Gregg Shorthand, Touch Typing, Cor¬ respondence, Billing, Multigraphing, Duplicating, Folding and Filing Business and Legal Forms, Office Practice. J. S. SWEET A. M. President. The fall term of the Santa Rosa Business College begins the first Monday in September and it opens a great opportunity to every young man and every young woman. It offers YOU a great oppor¬ tunity to become independent, to gain an abolutely accurate know¬ ledge of stenography, typewriting and bookkeeping. No other bus¬ iness college in this part of the State offers the facilities and ad¬ vantages tnat the Santa Rosa Business College offers. When you are qualified we do all in our power to place you in a good position. The hundreds now holding positions of trust and responsibility are proof of what we do for our graduates. Securing places for our qualified students is part of our business. Business men know the quality of our work and call upon us when they need help. This gives us great advantage over many other schools. Students enter at any time. SEND FOR CIRCULAR! SANTA ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE Santa Rosa, California. THE SPECTATOR 105 May 9—Willie wins gold medal at Petaluma—He remem¬ bered this time. p OR the same reason that 1 you will not buy silver without the Sterling mark, see that your month¬ ly grocery bill hears the name of Cavalli Flynn CLOVERDALE CALIFORNIA “THE STORE THAT QUALITY BUILT” .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 0 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 0 .. 0 . : 0 .. 0 . ' 0 .. 0 : 0 . ' 0 : 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 0 .. 0 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .. 0 .