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

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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.

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®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,

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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.