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

Text from Pages 1 - 102 of the 1915 volume:

; i prrtator PUBLISHED BY THE CLOVERDALE UNION HIGH SCHOOL JUNE, 1915 dmtinija tn tlir an Jlatrmts uf Slip mlainr (Hontatta GREETINGS . DEDICATION . DEDICATION CUT . STAFF PICTURE . EDITORIAL. COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM . FACULTY . FACULTY PICTURE . CLASS ROLL, FLOWER, COLOR, MOTTO CLASS PICTURE. FAREWELL TO C. H. S. OUR LEGACY . THE BLUE AND THE GOLD . ANCIENT HISTORY . LITERARY . Who’s What. The Heart of the South . From France to Frisco. The Myth of Baby Blue Eyes. Too Much Mustard . An Emergency Call. HISTORY OF C. H. S. SOCIETY . DRAMATICS . O. V. L.. ALUMNI . DEBATING . TRACK TEAM PICTURE . ATHLETICS . EXCHANGES . JOSHES . ADVERTISEMENTS .. 4 5 6 7 9 10 11 .12 . 12 . 14 .15 .18 . 19 . 2 ' 9 .29 .30 .34 .40 .41 .44 .45 46 48 51 .53 56 59 60 . 62 64 73 (0tu GkaiUtatr ilr, tlie taff of 1015 affectionately indicate Hits issue ...itf... ®lie Spectator Ahrens Butler Thompson Dell-enbaugh Sedley DeHay Haift Barnes GENEVIEVE PHELAN - . Editor MADGE DELLENBAUGH - Assistant Editor LOIS McMICHAEL - .) FRANCES COFFEY - ( Literary Editors PEARL THOMPSON ------ Alumni JOTYSEDGLEY ------- Debating BERNICE BUTLER ------ Exchanges PAt LINE De HA - Dramatic and Social ERMINIE WIEDERSHEIM - - - - - 0. V. L. V ILL AHRENS ------- Athletics HELEN CARRIE ------- Joshes GOLDIE HALE ------- Historian lUtBUtfBfi S’taff JOTY SEDGLEY ------- Manager HENRY BARNES - Assistant Manager iEiittnrtal HE seventh and latest edition of our school an¬ nual, the Spectator, is now ready for perusal by our Patrons. We take this opportunity to thank those who have advertised here and who have, in other ways, given their loyal support. Several years ago, we seemed to have lost all enthusiasm and school spirit; scarcely any interest was taken in athletics and little or none in debating. In fact, one might easily have forgotten that there was such a thing as school spirit or enthusiasm for school activities. But, thru the efforts of our energetic principal, Cloverdale takes her place as one of the leading schools of the county. In debating we have ranked first and in athletics our team has certainly proved its worth. Futhermore, the great enthusi¬ asm and loyalty shown at the debates and at the field meets, not only by the students but by many of the people of Clover- dale as well as by the Alumni, has proved beyond a doubt, that the time is past forever when it can be said that Cloverdale is asleep. For this patriotism in “rooting” and helping our team on to victory by your loyal support, we wish to thank you—and hope that you will continue to show such loyalty and patriotism in the future. We produced a play during the past semester, the first time that this has been done here in many years. The dramatic talent shown in our school surprised everyone—even the actors them¬ selves. We hope that we have set a precedent and that other classes will give a play twice a year, thus providing more funds for the Spectator. We wish to thank Mrs. Arthur McCray, Mr. E. A. Cooley, and Mrs. Will Furber for their valuable assistance in making it so great a success. To the teachers, who have aided us in securing, revising, and correcting material for this paper, we are grateful. This assistance has been invaluable. Nor are we unmindful, of the work done by the student body in general, tho it may seem that we do not appreciate the efforts to “stuff” the josh box. (Cumturumuntt Program SONG - - . DECLAMATION - VOCAL DUET ----- VALEDICTORY - - - - PIANO DUET ----- PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMA QUARTET, “The Gondola,” Lois Me Genevieve Phelan, Pearl Thompson. School Erminie Wiedersheim Pearl Thompson Lois McMichael Genevieve Phelan j Francis Coffey ( Zelma Eells F. A. White Michael, Helen Carrie PLAY ------ “Mr. Bob” CAST OF CHARACTERS. Phillip Royson - - - J. Palmer Sedgley Robert Brown, clerk of Benson Benson, Henry Barnes Jenkins, Miss Rebecca’s butler, Harold Thompson Rebecca Luke, a maiden lady, Erminie Wiedersheim Katherine Rodgers, her niece, - Genevieve Phelan Marion Bryant, Katherine’s friend, Pauline l)e Hay Patty, Miss Rebecca’s maid, - - Helen Carrie ...Jffantlltr... 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 (Hlasa Soil GENEVIEVE A. PHELAN CLASS FLOWER CLASS COLORS RED CARNATION RED AND WHITE CLASS MOTTO “I, too, will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.” if art nn ' U In (L. If. S’ j:|; 1315! j • $ $x§ 3 § 4� 3 3 i TAND GRADUATION! How we have longed for this time! As Freshmen, we thought of the four years of hard work—and sighed. As Sophs, we thought—“three more years!” and sighed. As Juniors, we longed to be Seniors. Now, as we think of the four short years, they are four years of happiness, and joyous days—days of work, of pleasure and of sorrow, success and failure, too. Yet now we sigh again. Not indeed, as when we were Freshmen, for the year to be over but, as graduates, that these years have gone. We think of the teachers, and how they have worked for us— usually with little thanks or appreciation. Rather did we ac¬ cept with scowls and thoughtless grumbling, their kindness and their labor. It is only when we leave that we look back and fully realize all that they have done for us. It is only at parting that we find how dear tliev are to us. But now we can sincerely say that we do appreciate their efforts and beg them to accept it as an in¬ adequate expression of our real feelings. It is hard, too, to say good-bye to our comrades and school mates, with whom we have worked and played during our high school days—these days which we will always remember as our happiest. No matter where we may go, how many or what kind of friends we make, we shall always remember and hold dear these friends and these happy times together. Now that we are leaving high school and going abroad into other fields, we wish to say this last farewell to dear old C. II. S. to whom we shall always extend our loyal support and assistance whenever possible. “To the banks of the Russian River When the years are past and gone, When as schoolmates we have parted, And our lessons all are done, We’ll return and show our comrades, We’re as loyal as of old, And cheer them on to victory ‘Neath the Blue and the Gold.” (@«r fogary AVING the welfare of C. H. S. at heart, we, the graduating class of 1915, have decided to be¬ queath to the pupils, the faculty, and the school at large, those things which we deem would be to their benefit, individually and collectively. In the first place, having a superabundance of dignity, and solemity of manner, we wish to leave our over supply to the present Sophomore class—to be used judiciously. In case it should ever happen that the class which is just about to enter the exalted position of Seniors becomes too digni¬ fied and haughty, we leave our supply of mischief, our habit of speaking when not spoken to, and our good humor to the teacher of History III, to be distributed to them at her discretion, and only under the above mentioned conditions. For the Freshmen we have a word of advice; forget that you are babies—you’ll soon be Sophs, you know—throw away those foolish little pranks in periods VI and VII, donate them to the “Junk Family.” You’ll get along better without them. In case this is, at first, too difficult, we have left in the table drawers of the Lab, a supply of toys, candy and gum kindly donated to us, by one of the primary teachers, whose pupils have long ago outgrown them. Homer, thinking that you would appreciate a little Senior Dignity, we have sealed and labeled two bottles of the same for your use and placed them in the Chemistry department of the Laboratory. Henry Barnes, you will find in Mr. White’s desk ten volumes entitled, “How to Grow a Mustache.” These we advise you to read thoroughly; in fact, if you memorize a chapter here and there, we prophesy great results. Besides this, knowing your fondness for Geometry, we leave you all our second hand books on that subject. For Zelma Eells, we have sent to Paris for some Frivolity, You will find it wrapped and addressed to you and lying inside the piano. 16 THE SPECTATOR To Melvin Hall, we leave a miniature dynamo, which he will find in the Lab. in the “Electricity” cabinet. This is to keep you busy, Melvin. That energy of which you are wasting so much, would prove of great value to you, if used to good advan¬ tage. Christine Lea, in the top drawer in the office, you will find instructions on “How to Cultivate a Soundless Voice.” An electric device, warranted to produce speed, we leave to Madge Dellenbaugh, so that she may overcome her drawl. Clara Orr, in Miss Pierson’s room are four German Gram¬ mars ; you may have them—to study. Will Ahrens, out in the Shop is a straight backed chair, so arranged with braces that one must sit up straight in it. This has been made for your especial benefit and we advise you to use it in all classes. (That is what the wheels are for, so that you may roll it about from place to place.) Dewey, you may have all the self-reliance that is in the big brown package in the bottom drawer of the typewriter table, nearest the radiator. This is to help you on O. V. L. Programs. Helen, we bequeath to you our talent for debating. Use it well. Ethel, in the girls’ yard you will find a large garbage can. This would make an excellent receptacle for worn out powder puffs. Ida, we give you the longest word in the dictionary,— SmileS. Harold Meyers, to you we leave a pink and purple striped jumping-jack, for you to play with when you become too studi¬ ous. To Joty Sedgley, we give our ability to keep out of argu¬ ments. Two books on “Sentimentalism” you will find in the Library; these you may read at all recesses and noons, “to break the monotony.” In case you find that two volumes are not enough we leave you our membership to the “Seaside Sentimental Library.” Under the stove in the Lab. is a pair of Chinese shoes. You may have them—if they fit. Hazel Lea, you will find a “Big Ben” alarm clock in the Express Office. You know what it is for. Bernice, the 1915 Physics class have invented a “Pepper Extracter,” it is warranted harmless, and is very soothing. The class has kindly had it patented for your sake. To Harold Thompson, we donate our dramatic talent. To Lorraine Kruse, we leave a cook book—you may need it some time. a THE SPECTATOR 17 To Pauline De Hay we bequeath our ability to work. We also wish to exchange a can for your supply of “cant’s.” Raymond Roberts, we have left you, in care of Miss Bagley, several books of drawing instructions, and one essay on Sedate¬ ness. To Goldie Hale we leave “Easy Lessons in French.” To Pearl Thompson we leave one box of Activity, two baskets of Studiousness and a bottle of Giggles. George Warren, we bequeath to you a dozen Spencerian copy books. Isabel Johnson, we appoint you guardian of the 1916 class. Take care that they do not become too studious, nor too playful. Harry Ludwig, a valuable legacy is yours; it may, indeed, be of great financial benefit to you—our inventiveness and originality. Frances Coffey, we leave to you three gallons of “Grown- uppishness.” Erminie Wiederslieim, we will to you three new styles of hair dressing; take your choice and give the rest to Clara On . Lois McMichael, we leave you an automatic fountain so that you will not need to interrupt your studies every day at eleven o’clock. Merle McCray to you we bequeath a Ford. Can you use it? Wvima Wiswell we give you all our sedateness, impres¬ siveness and argumentative ability. Henry Wiederslieim, we leave you our most valuable possession, Self-Repression, and the ability to keep our jokes to ourselves. Fred Vadon, we leave to you an instrument for making those eyes behave. To Miss Bagley, we give our ability to recognize bluffing, a severe countenance, and an unsmiling eye.—May she use them well. To Miss Pierson, we give our heartfelt thanks for all the lecturettes. To Mr. White, we bequeath all our frowns and smiles to be used on those deserving of them. To the Trustees, we leave $75,000 as a donation toward the new school house. To the Grammar School, we leave our much beloved and beworn school house. You may have it the very day that the foundation is laid for our own new building. To the school in general we leave nothing. It is so well equipped that there is nothing within our power to give that would be of the slightest benefit to it. (The tllnc anil Jhr (bn l it (Tune, The Scarlet and Gray) The banner of the Bine and Gold We’ll cheer with loyal praise; At each new victory that we gain Our voices we will raise. With honor ever high in view, As students we will work, From Freshman up to Senior Class, Our duties ne’er to shirk. Dear High School, we will love thee more As years shall past us fly, For memory backward oft will turn To days in Cloverdale High. CHORUS Then hail to the flag of our High School, Our banner of Blue and Gold! With voices and hearts we will praise thee As thy colors aloft unfold; Then hail to the flag of our High School, To our standard we’ll prove true; May our ensign prevail when all else shall fail Our banner of Gold and Blue. J. P. S. F. A. W„ Aitrirnt feting Quam Tempus Fugit! Ancient tho this department is, we are sure that you will find it interesting. It is a well known fact that “we were all small once” but those of us who do not become acquainted with our companions till after they have passed that stage, often wonder what kind of small people they were. For this reason we have procured as many photos as possible for this department, to give our readers a slight knowledge of what we once were. Harold Thompson, ‘17. “Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment.” Hazel Lea, 17. “This lovely child, blithe, innocent and free, She spends a happy time with little care.” Isabel Johnson, ‘17. “Blue eyed and fair of face.” Goldie Hale, ‘l(i. “Maiden with the fair, brown tresses Shading o‘er thy dreamy eye.” Helen Carrie, 16. “Thy light laughter rings as clear As water drops I love to hear.” Henry Wiedersheim, ‘18. “And on his lips there played a smile As holy, meek and faint As lights in some cathed¬ ral isle The features of— a saint.” ML Lorraine Kruse, 1 H. “Her looks were like flower in May, Her smile was like the summer morn.” Clara Orr, ‘16. “There’s many a black, black eye they say But none so bright as thine.” Fred Vadon, ‘18. “Behold the child among his new-born blisses, The six years darling.” Melvin Hall, ’17. “How meek so’er he seem. No keener hunter after glory breathes.” Wyima Wiswell, ‘18. “The blithest bird upon the bush Had ne’er a lighter heart than she.” Harry Ludwig, ‘18. “The blithest lad In a’ our town or here awa ” Pauline DeHay, ‘17. “She has two eyes so soft and brown.” ‘Her gravest mood could scarce displace The dimples of her face.” Madge Dellenbaugh, ‘17. Stanley Brush, ‘18. “Love awakes anew this throbbing heart.” Those first affections, those shadowy recol lections, Are still the fountain light of all our day.” George Warren, ‘18. “He is swifter-fashioned than the fairies.” Joty Setlgley, ‘16. and Frances Coffey, ‘18. Henry Barnes, 10. Christine Lea, ‘17. “So light of foot, so light of spirit.” Harold Myers, ’18. “A serious soul is look¬ ing From thy earnest eyes.” “A farmer hale and hearty.” “Her fingers shame the ivory keys, They dance so light along.” Frances Coffey, ‘18. Miss Bagley. “Wit sparkled on her lips not less For quiet and tremulous tenderness. ” Mr. White. “Smiles thou hast, bright ones of thine own.” Miss Pierson. “Unseen of her fair fame; the good she did she rarely knew.” Zeliiia Eells, ‘18. “Of fair and stately mien, Whose eyes were kindled in the upper skies.” Homer Connor, ‘18. “Blessings on thee, little, man, Barefoot boy with cheek of tan.” Erminie Wiedersheim, 4 18 “How brilliant and how mirthful the light of her blue eye, Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky.” Will Ahrens, ‘16. “Linked sweetness long drawn out.” Ida Murray, ‘17. “Smilling, frowning, evermore, Ever varying.” Pearl Thompson, ‘17. “Like the prairie lilies Grew a tall and slender maiden.” Genevieve Phelan, ‘15. “A creature not too bright or good For human nature’s daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame ,love, kiss¬ es, tears and smiles.” llernice Butler, ‘17. “Following the merriest glance, Dreamed thru her eye the heart’s romance.” Ethel Daniels, ‘17, Raymond Roberts, 17. “Methinks a hunter, bold and brave.” Lois McMichael, ‘18. “Exceeding pleasant to mine eye is she.” Merle McCray, ‘18. “Her eyes a bashful azure, and her hair In gloss and hue the chestnut.” “A pleased surprise Looked from thy long lashed hazel eyes.” Him s HUntt © ! TNE morning as I was about to Brush my hair, [ I before breakfast, father came running into the room crying, “Lo! is this the way you spend your time, when one of the Barnes is burning? j “Run down to the Pier, son , and tell our New man to bring that White canvas to cover De¬ l ' d a heap rather have gone to the fire at once, but I knew better than to Harry father. I ran down to the pier, where our ship 99 Flora” was being loaded with provisions for our Kruse into the South Sea for Pearls. Our hired man, Fritz, was storing Coffey into the hold. I delivered my message and then we start¬ ed running for the Barnes. It was a beautiful morning; a Merle was singing in a tree near by, the Fells were jumping out of the water, and loud noises came from the Henry. Fritz soon left me far behind and could not hear my cries, when I fell over a huge stone that was lying in the road. A queer Phelan seized me. “ Er! mi-nie 99 I cried. I could neither move nor walk, so I had to lie there on the ground. I thought of the day when I knocked a Homer over the fence at school and twisted my ankle while running bases. A little way up the road I could see Madge Dellenbaugh coming toward me but she turned aside from the main road be¬ fore I had a chance to call her. It must have been about an hour later, when I heard Daniels 9 dog barking and soon I saw our Butler coming down the road. He was taking one of his general Ahrens. T explained to him the cause of my accident and asked him to Carrie me. “I wish I had Roberts 9 sled, but that Myers so—oh, well, I s’pose I’ll have to carry you,” grumbled Dan. So saying, he 30 THE SPECTATOR dropped the bunch of Sedge that he had gathered on the Lea and picked me up. I’ll Warren-t, he’d have carried me all the way home, had we not met Isabelle in her wagon. About this time it commenced to Hale and when we reached home we were very wet. My moth¬ er met us at the door, looking very frightened. “ Wy-i-ma, don’t be scared, I’m not hurt badly; I’ve only sprained Orr bruised my knee.” “Tom, son,” exclaimed my father coming toward me, “What is the matter! I hope you are not hurt badly for we sail to¬ morrow for the South Seas.” “Dewey? Hooray! I’m not hurt at all!” J. P. S., ’ 16 . Slip Ifeart of tltr T was Monday morning. The Marlowe family were eating breakfast in the old fashioned dining room at seven o’clock, as had been their custom for many years. Vivian was buttering a delicious muffin when she spoke. “Father, do you really mean to say that the cotton can’t be sold!” “Yes child, it is quite so,” said Mr. Marlowe, who wore a very worried look. He was a tall, thin man and his hair was quite streaked with gray. He picked up the newspaper, put on his glasses and read to his wife and daughter the items concerning cotton. There was no market for it; the mills were closed. “What will become of us!” said Mrs. Marlowe, who was a tiny woman with an extremely kind face. “ Don’t get excited. You women folks are the limit. You fly to pieces at nothing. Wait and see what time will bring. Of course, it is a very serious matter but there is no need of com¬ plaining, fo r that will only make us men more agitated. Another cup of coffee, please, Mother.” “Oh, but Father, think of it! It is dreadful,” said Vivian, as the large tears filled her big brown eyes. They were just leaving the table when Jim, the negro ser¬ vant, came in saying, “Massa, here am dis message fo’ you alls.” THE SPECTATOR 31 Marlowe took it and quickly glanced over its contents. “Meeting of the Planters. Your presence requested this morning at ten thirty.” The planter frowned. He realized what was up. “All right, Jim, hitch the team for me immediately.” Mrs. Marlowe went with Nancy, the colored maid, to help start the days work as she always did, not because she had to but because she loved it. Vivian would think of nothing but her troubles. Oh! it was awful. Now she couldn’t even have a new evening dress for the ball. If they lost their property, as they probably would, she must work and work—a thought which somewhat hurt her Southern pride.” By ten o’clock, Marlowe was on his way to the village of Pine Crest. When he reached the town hall he found the planters discussing the disturbing question. Many of them were already discouraged and in debt because of the low prices paid for their crop the previous year. They saw nothing ahead except deeper debt. Marlowe had his plantation mortgaged, too. “What was the outcome of the meeting?” asked Vivian, as soon as he had returned. “We’ve all agreed that there aren’t the barest prospects of selling the cotton. I see nothing but ruin ahead of us. Our home is mortgaged and no money coming in. I fear we lose it,” said the poor old man. “What! this dear old home that has belonged to the Mar- lowes for so many years,” said his wife, sadly. “My dear, it is dreadful, but at present there seems no way to prevent it. Let us forget it and sit down to lunch. The following afternoon, Vivian saddled Ginger for a canter across the country. When she had gone only a short distance her pony became lame. She urged him on but he would not go. She finally got off to examine his foot and discovered a pebble under the shoe. She was trying in vain to remove the stone when a stranger came up. “Could I be of any assistance to you?” “Oh,” she said in a delightfully pleasant voice, “would you be so kind as to take this pebble from my pony’s foot?” “With pleasure.” With the aid of his knife he soon removed the offending in¬ truder. “How can I thank you?” exclaimed Vivian. “By allowing me to accompany you to your destination.” 32 THE SPECTATOR He helped her mount and they started off. In the course of their conversation he expressed his sym¬ pathy with the cotton planters. Her own trouble was fresh in her mind but she only said, “Yes, it is causing many to lose the homes that have belonged to their ancestors for generations ’ “I have just arrived here to superintend Colonel McLeane’s plantation that was recently taken over by the holder of the mortgage,” explained her new friend. “Oh, you are Mr. Richard Sclioffield from New York, and a neighbor of ours. ’ ’ By this time she was at home. Her escort expressed the hope of seeing her again, and rode on. Vivian went into the house with an unusual sparkle in her eyes. “I just met the new superintendent of Colonel McLeane’s plantation. He is perfectly grand, but he is a Northerner, Dad. ” “Huh, a Northerner,” said John Marlowe disdainfully. “Yes, but he is keenly interested in everything and sympa¬ thizes with us Southerners in our present financial troubles, re¬ plied Vivian. “Sympathizes! What does a Northerner know about the cotton industry, what interest does he have in us? To us it is everything. Don’t speak to me of this Northerner again. ” Vivian went sulkily to her room, but, in spite of her father’s stern command, she thought of the new superintendent. His name was Richard, but she was sure that his folks and intimate friends called him Dick. She knew that her father was mistaken in believing chat he had no sympathy for the cotton planters. To her he was frank, kind, and honest; yes, and she was sure that he was clever, too. Over on the neighboring plantation, Dick was thinking of Vivian. Again and again her merry face appeared before him. It showed character. Her sparkling eyes and that rebellious browrn hair were wonderful and, every time that the expression changed on her face, two big dimples appeared. Time sped by. Vivian and Dick had become the best of friends in spite of Dad Marlowe’s bitter feeling. It was now six months since the morning that we first saw the Marlowe family. The mortgage was due that very day. Vivian wandered into the garden and sat down on a bench to think of this awful calamity. Suddenly, Dick drove up. He had stopped on his way to town to say a pleasant “Good morn¬ ing,” but found Vivian quite unresponsive to his own happy mood. THE SPECTA T 0 E 33 “Why so sad?” lie asked. This was too much. She burst into tears and told him about the dreadful trouble which she had kept from him all of this time. He listened to her story and encouraged her to be cheer¬ ful. But his mind was busy thinking of some plan by which he might help them. How could he do it? He was only the superintendent of Mc- Leane’s plantation, drawing a salary of one hundred and twenty dollars a month. This and a lot in New York was all that he possessed. He started on his way again and soon reached town where he went first to the Post Office for the mail. Among the letters was one from his brother, who was a real estate man. It startled him as he read—“Your lot has an offer of $75,000. You would better accept it, as land is booming in that part of the city only for the present time. Answer at once.—” Dick was surprised and taken back. Could he sell the lot his mother had given him just before her death! Yes, he would do it and turn the money over to Mr. Marlowe. He knew that his mother would wish it. She had taught him to be kind and helpful. He resolved to leave other business matters and go immedi¬ ately home to tell the Marlowes of his good news. He approached Mr. Marlowe in a straightforward, businesslike manner, and of¬ fered to lend him the money to pay the mortgage. The poor old man grate fully took the hand of the younger one and tears filled his eyes as he said, “Now I see the sterling qualities which have made Vivian admire you so much. You Northerners are proving to us that you, also, possess the noble generosity which, heretofore, I have thought belonged only to the heart of the south.” PAULINE, ’17. 34 THE SPECTATOR JFrmu JFraur? to JKrtoro lITTLE Jean Thiviers lived with her parents, the Count and Countess of Lesparre at Chateauroux in sunny France. Ever since she could remember they had lived there. She took great delight in the alabaster statues of the gods and godosses, old- fashioned fountains and century-old G ees and plants. But as she grew older, (she was now nine) she could not help longing for something new, something entirely out of the ordinary. One day as she was sitting beneath a beautiful arbor, covered with vines and roses, she was seized with a longing to see The Panama-Pacif c Exposition in San Francisco ! Now Jean was very liable to come to rapid conclusions, and as her parents were comfortably situated she generally got what¬ ever she wished; so it was no unusual thing for her to go to her father and mother and announce her resolve. “Rut my dear,” expostulated her mother, “think the danger in passing the German blockade. ” Old Count Thiviers appeared to be thinking deeply and at length said, “Well, Francois, I suppose the child must have her way. The armies are drawing closer and the chateau is no longer safe. 1 propose that we take our necessary wearing ap¬ parel, appoint a watchman, get a housekeeper for the chateau and take a trip to the fairy-land of the World’s Exposition. What news! Jean, bubbling with joy, danced around the table, and then started cramming things into a suitcase. The following day at two o’clock, the little train puffed out of the station with the Thiviers aboard. Their home, Chateau¬ roux, was two hundred miles from Marseilles, the steamer term¬ inus. Arriving at the latter point at about ten o’clock in the morning, they went aboard their steamer, the Aquitania, a Cun- ard liner of about three thousand tons. She carried about two thousand passengers, excluding the crew, and touched at New York, Colon, San Diego and San Francisco. At two o’clock, the great screws began to revolve, the bells rang out, and the huge ship gently left her slip. Majestically she sailed out into the waters of the deep blue Mediterranean. Jean and her parents stood watching the fading landscape until it had become but a mere dot in the distance, and then she said, L THE SPECTATOR 35 “Papa, do you think we will ever return! Somehow I feel sad in leaving my native land.” “Tut, tut!” said her father. “If you stay in America a year, you will have forgotten your native land.” “Count Thiviers!” said the Countess sternly. How can you trifle with a child’s emotions! You know she will never forget the land of her birth, even tho’ she were to be gone ten years, instead of one year.” “Yes, mama,” answered Jean, “even if I were to be exiled like poor Bonaparte, still I should never forget the land of my nativity.” “May God bless you and ever keep you as loyal to your country as you are now,” fervently exclaimed the Count, im¬ printing a kiss on her forehead. At six o’clock dinner was served. Jean found it quite dif¬ ficult to dine on the ship as this was her first trip to sea; but she soon, however, became accustomed to the perpetual throb¬ bing of the engines. She was delighted with the luxuries of the ship they enjoyed on every hand. It was great fun to sit on the promenade deck, and watch the flickering lights far across the water in Spain. The seagulls and other water fowl came flopping up against the side of the liner; and once, when Jean was dozing, a huge gull flew past her and screeched in a wild eerie way that made her jump and cry out. Finally it was time to retire, as they wished to rise early to see the Rock of Gibraltar. It seemed to Jean as tho she had been sleeping but a moment, when her mother called to her that it was time to arise. She hastily dressed and hurried up on deck to see the wonderful Gibraltar. As she gained the promenade, an involuntary ex¬ clamation of joy escaped her lips. On the left lay Africa, still brooding beneath the sable cur¬ tain of Night—a desert land, broken only by the appearance of date palms now and then, standing like sentries around the bivouac of an army. On the right lay the beautiful land of Spain and the grim old Rock of Gibraltar with the town in the back¬ ground; while olive groves and vineyards clothed the sur¬ rounding country in a verdant hue. Here a shepherd just waking from his slumber, and there a mule-driver journeying toward the city, lying white and silent like some sleeping goddess, caught the eye. Far to the east rose the sun. He made the sea a burnished gold and gilded the trees that were wet from morning dew. 36 THE SPECTATOR Opposite Gibraltar the ship lay to, while the mate rowed ashore with his clearance papers and passport. And now at last they must leave the protection of the Allied flags and trust to luck for their safe arrival in America. At night all lights were extinguished, and unless it was foggy the ship picked her way through the semi-tropical sea in utter darkness. All port¬ holes were blanketed and a huge smoke condenser was put on the stacks to guard against any sparks flying out and alarming an enemy. On the third day out there was great commotion aboard, for a battleship had been sighted out on the horizon. Altlio she was far to the south, still she might at any moment spy the liner and give chase. The wireless operator attempted to secure some information as to her nationality and locality. This, however, seemed almost impossible. The liner proceeded on in fear, yet hoping for the best. All went well until the next day, when without the slightest warning, the big battleship loomed up, and sending a shot across the bow of the Aquitania, commanded her to stop. The captain, however, kept on at the risk of his ship, rather than fall into the hands of an enemy, for he could plainly see the colors of the hostile ship floating from her mast¬ head. Everyone was orderd below and every thing that would serve as a target for the enemy was stowed away All this time the firing had been kept up unceasingly but with little damage. All at once a huge shell crashed through the bow of the ship, while another plunged into the wheel-house aft, killing the helmsman. Down below, women had fainted, and children were crying, while the men were trying to quiet their fears. The mate now entered and said that everything was all right and that the shell had done but little damage. Jean, thinking that her last hour had come, was kneeling down beside her father and mother, and praying that they might be saved. The vessel sped on with shells shrieking around her, but it was evident that she was fast gaining ground. And in a few hours the battleship did give up the chase. Every one offered up his praise, and i Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow’ was sung feelingly. The carpenters patched up the liner as well as possible, for the time being; and in two more days New York was reached. “0 papa,” cried Jean, “what is that beautiful statue over there f’’ “That,” replied the Count, “is the work of one of our coun¬ trymen, Bartholdi. It is called the statue of “Liberty Enlighten- THE SPECTATOR 37 ing the World.’ It is situated on Governor Island and is the gate-way to the Cosmopolitan City. The city where fortunes are made and lost in a day—the city where recklessness, luxury, magnificence, selfishness and pride predominate—where busi¬ ness men control the markets of the world, and politicians, the destinies of the people.” An extended stop had to made at New York, as the liner had to be thoroughly repaired and painted. But on the second day after their arrival they steamed out and steered down the coast, past Florida, the land of mystery, silence and death; for in its everglades and marshes, lurk monsters of a freeborn race —crocidiles and man-eating serpents. Passing around Florida, Cuba was sighted, resplendent in a shimmering coat of luxuriant green, broken here and there by the tall palms, waving before the spice-laden breezes of the Caribbean Sea. Towards evening the Aquitania was granted her papers and started through the Panama Canal. “Oh papa,” said Jean, “Is this the new canal everyone is talking and reading about?” “Yes, my dear, but the idea of an Isthmian Canal is not new; in fact, it was first suggested in the seventeenth century and actual work was done in the eighteenth. In 1880 Ferdinand de’ Lesseps began the French Canal, and in 1004 the United States Government started to work on the present one,” answered Count Thiviers. “Do you see the improved motors for drawing the ships through? They too, are American inventions. But hold, we are at Colon, and our ship is going to stop!” And the ship did stop, for here was a city that had risen from a degenerate, filthy, squalid town, to a city of cleanliness, purity and commerce, all under the domination of our glorious United States; and no one was willing to miss a chance of ex¬ ploring it. Proceeding on through the locks, wonderful examples of American engineering skill and marvels of American geniuses, an accident occurred which did much toward marring the tran¬ quility of the journey. As one of the deckhands stepped out on the prow of the ship to cast a line to a locomotive, he slipped and plunged headlong into the water just as the gates were clos¬ ing. The suction drew him between them, mangling him horribly. Emerging from the west end the next morning, the Aquitania was greeted by the balmy breezes of the Pacific. “All,” sighed Jean, as they sailed along the shores of roman¬ tic Mexico, “and this is the land that the Spanish cavaliers risked their lives and fortunes to win? this jungle and desert waste— the haunt of ferocious animals. 38 THE SPECTATOR The next evening San Diego was reached and the Thiviers made their first stopover to see the Panama-California Exposi¬ tion. This Exposition was built where Balboa Park nsed to stand. It lies in all its soft, cream-white outlines, draped with luxuriant vines, like a beautiful bride dressed in white and wreathed in green. The mission style palaces, the opalescent pools, and the lily-laden lagoons all reflect the free, open country of Southern California. After a week’s sojourn in San Diego, the Thiviers departed on a coastwise steamer for San Francisco. And oh, the en¬ trancing joy of inhaling the invigorating breezes of the briny Pacific once more! The Golden Gate was reached the next day at sunset, and indeed it was a golden gate. The water was as yellow as gold, “But papa,” said Jean, disappointedly, “where is the gate!” “What gate, my dear!” asked the Count. “The Golden Gate.” “Why, it’s right before you.” “Yes, but the really, truly gate that they shut at night. You know you told me that they shut it at night to keep out bad people.” “Oh, they do,” replied the Count, with a smile, “Er—that is they used to.” As the ship glided into San Francisco Bay, the Thiviers saw for the first time the object of their quest—the Exposition of the World! Rising in the magnificence of all its glory is the Tower of Jewels, glowing like the Persian Plane-tree of old; while to the left is the Palace of Horticulture, its glass dome flashing like a giant emerald. Nestled about these two main buildings are the terra-cotta colored exhibit palaces, with their French green domes and travertine columns. Here is the ver¬ dant marina, stretching away to the bay, and there the ](aim- lined avenue extending from one end of the grounds to the other; while to the West towers the Palace of Fine Arts, surrounded by the lagoon and the facade by that name. At the right is the Joy Zone alive with people, like a giant ant-hill. And floating above all, from the highest flag-pole in the world is the Ameri¬ can flag. The stately ship swung around past the islands of Yerba Buena and Alcatraz, past the Government docks and Fort Mason, and past the wharves teeming with shipping. Great ocean grey-hounds drew out of their slips,, and saucy tugs nosed here and there among the larger vessels. The Aquitania glided into her slip at the foot of the Ferry Building. The Thiviers THE SPECTATOR 39 disembarked and found themselves in the heart of a bustling city, every bit as lively as New York, and yet as law-abiding as the Quaker City. The next morning dean and her parents rode out to the Ex¬ position and started their joyful trip thru the grounds. Time and space will not permit of my mentioning all the wonders that they saw and the things they learned. Nor do words ade¬ quately describe the beauty of the Exposition by night. Most impressive of all was the illumination of the Tower of Jewels. Bathed in a soft, red glow of light, its studded columns slirim- mering like gems in the moonlight, it stood like a huge pillar of fire. The Thiviers lingered in the Court of Abundance taking in every detail of the Spanish Gothic architecture. The incense-burners, in the shape of snakes seemed to hold a sort of fascination for Jean. They went on thru the Courts of the Universe and Four Seasons, and then down to the Esplanade to watch the fireworks. Many different kinds were displayed, and as the smoke clouds floated away, the battery of varied colored searchlights would play on them, giving many pleasing effects. After the fireworks were finished the Thiviers strolled around past the California building towards the Palace of Fine Arts. And lo! as they came in sight of this beautiful building, a scene so charming as to make mere words inadequate for description, was unfolded before them. There lay the Fine Arts Lagoon, like a great placid mirror; every detail of the classic Grecian Columns was truthfully given back, in it. The moon had just reached its zenith and seemed to throw such a celestial light over all that Jean remarked, “Papa, it would look much better if there were an angel sitting over there. And oh, those pillars look just like the pictures in one of our books at school.” “They are, my dear,” answered Count Thiviers, “They are Grecian columns like those used ages ago in Arcadia.” As the Thiviers were strolling along through the surround¬ ing gardens, a sound so soft that it was like a mother’s lullaby, and yet so penetrating that the very air resounded with it, reached their ears. “Pooling, deeling, dowling,” pealed the chimes from the Netherlands Pavilion, in silver accents— “Doolin, deeling, dowling,” in twelve measured strokes. With reluctant steps, but contented hearts, the Thiviers wended their way back, to the Inside Inn. II. M„ ’18. 40 THE SPECTATOR u;Itr iKijlIt nf labu Ulitr IEijps ABY Blue Eyes was the pet of all the gods and goddesses. She was a timid, modest and beauti¬ ful child of ten, who had been found by Venus on a lonely mountain in Arcadia. She knew nothing of her parentage but said she had been left there by an uncle who wanted to inherit her large fortune. Venus felt sorry for her and took her to the home of the gods. All of the immortals fell in love with the child of the beau¬ tiful golden curls and large blue eyes, and named her Baby Blue Eyes. They said she should be an immortal on the con¬ dition that she should never fall in love with a mortal, or on doing so her form would be changed. Baby Blue Eyes was very fond of wandering in the fields and hills. One day she wandered farther than usual and met a beautiful shepherd boy. She fell in love with him at once, and he, with her. They tried to keep the gods from knowing of their love, for they didn’t want her form changed. But one day when Jupiter was tired of his own company, he started out to find Baby Blue Eyes, for he loved her dearly, though he dared not let Juno know it. He knew he would find her in the fields; and on nearing a little hill he heard voices and singing. Noiselessly he climbed to the top of this little hill and there found Baby Blue Eyes and her lover. What he saw made him very angry, for he was jealous of the shepherd. He hurried back to Olympus to tell what he had seen. All Olympus was grieved, for they loved Baby Blue Eyes, but transformed—she must be. She was given, however, her choice of what she should be, and on the shepherd boy’s sug¬ gestion, asked to be a little flower of the fields and hills. From that day to this, the little flower, the Baby Blue Eye, can be found wherever the shepherd boy wanders. L. M., ’18. THE SPECTATOR 41 fflml) Mustard ROFESSOR Antigossip was impatiently waiting for the bus which was to take him to the train jPj west bound. jr| “Long distance call for Professor Anti- gossip!” shouted some one in a clear voice. The professor stepped hurriedly to the phone. “Hello! Yes. Oh, what subject have I de¬ cided to lecture on? ' VYell, let me think—oh, The More Love and Less Gossip Club?” A click, and tbe professor heard nothing in reply from the other end of the line, but caught the words, “Too Much Mustard, Good Night!” in a somewhat different voice. “All aboard!” called the clerk. Professor Antigossip rushed out, casting to the winds all thoughts concerning the interrupted phone message. The bus had already been delayed so long that it barely readied the station before the train came thundering in. All passengers rushed for their tickets. The dignified professor, less nimble in the scramble, found himself at the end of the line and had time to remark to himself that it was just as well that some one had cut short his telephone conversation, for that was the only thing that saved him from missing his train. The ride was long and somewhat tedious. All nature had blossomed out in the most gorgeous robes to welcome the glad days of spring. The mustard flowers covered the fields in thick masses, delicatelv scenting the air. As he was nearing his destination, two women came on hoard and took the opposite seat. The town history—they knew no other—was discussed from A to Z. There was not a nook into which the professor’s w T eary eyes had not peeped; not a man or woman who had not been raked over the coals; not even a school girl who had escaped the tongues of these talkative idlers. One might make an allowance for gossiping about an enemy but about a friend, what license is there? “Too Much Mustard, Good Night!” thought the professor as he picked up his book and changed his seat. The train had by this time reached Gossipville. A well tended plot of mustard confronted him as he stepped off—and a huge bouquet was in the depot. The ticket man wore a yellow nosegay. Many more mustard blossoms welcomed him at tbe hotel; a huge vase was 42 THE SPECTATOR on the desk, the clerk, wore a sprig, and another vase of golden flowers awaited him in his room. “Too Much Mustard, Good Night!” he involuntarily ex¬ claimed as he walked over to the vase, plucked a blossom and wore it. “Well, well,” he mused to himself as he strolled over to the long mirror to examine the effect of his decoration. “Must¬ ard, mustard, everywhere! What does it all mean? I suppose I’ll eat mustard for supper and flavor my lecture with it.” •Just then his meditations were interrupted. “Too Much Mustard, Good Night!” exclaimed the bellboy dropping the heavy suit-case in the doorway and flying down the stairs. Professor Antigossip proceeded to the dining room, where he encountered a huge vase of yellow blossoms on each table. He carefully scrutinized the menu lest he should be implicated in a dish of the pungent herb. “Bring me some chicken curry after the soup and salad, will you please, sir?” “Yes sir,” courteously replied the waiter, then hastened out and returned with a dish of a savor delicious and tempting. Alas! when placed on the table and uncovered the chicken and rice simmered in a thick, rich golden-gravy. “Too Much Mustard, Good Night!” broke once more from the lips of this man who was usually so proper and self contained. “No sir, there is not too much mustard in that dish, we have a very tine cook here. Shall I bring you something else?” “Never mind,” apologized the professor, “it looks good and I think I shall enjoy it. I did not mean to critize the cook- ing; the expression was unavoidable. It is one I heard a short time ago and it seems to stay with me.” After supper the committee met the professor at the hotel and each wore a yellow nosegay. He turned his head to avoid this ever recurring color, only to encounter once more the vase on the desk and the blossoms worn by the clerk. At the phone, a young man who had been calling up the girls for the last half hour, was adding another slang expression to our much mutilated English language—every other phrase was “Too Much Mustard, Good Night!” “Oh, kid, get some mustard!” called a salesman hurrying down the stairs, and fishing in his pocket for a quarter. “You can’t buy any mustard to-night,” interrupted the boy, “wait until tomorrow night, they are going to give it away.” THE SPECTATOE 43 “Now never mind, kid, keep your brilliant remarks for some other time. Just get some mustard into you and put my suit case on the bus. Here’s a quarter.” Professor Antigossip and the committee walked out. Their eyes and ears burned with mustard. They passed over to the little theatre across the street. It was the professor’s habit to study the capacity of his hall before speaking. This done, he happened to notice the billboard. “What?” he exclaimed. “What does this mean? That is not the name of my lecture!” “Why, that’s what I understood over the phone,” replied the secretary, “we all thought it a queer name for a lecture!” “And now what are we going to do about it?” inquired the president, “we cannot very well disappoint the people. Every seat in the house has been sold, and there was so great a de¬ mand for more tickets that we have taken the liberty to sell the house out a second time and to ask you to give us tomorrow night also.” “Well,” replied the professor thotfully, “if that is the case I must stick, to the text that you have given me. Leave the title as it is. I’ll just build around it. As my discourse pertains to gossip, that can easily be done.” “And, Professor, why do you suppose so many tickets were sold?” “Curiosity, curiosity, my friend. Curiosity and gossip are boon companions and one never travels without the other. With¬ out curiosity gossip could not exist. What pleasure would a man, woman or child find in gossiping if he had no listener. You see the listener is as much at fault as the gossiper. Doubtless I may give these people something to think about at the same time that I quench their curiosity. It is a pity that we cannot all realize the mischief that a careless bit of gossip has so often caused. Once started, it has never been known to return from abroad without having gathered around it all sorts of collections. It becomes so changed in its travels here and there that it is un¬ recognizable. Bnt I must not deliver my lecture to you gratis here. I will reserve it for tonight.” The inevitable phrase burst forth once more with an em¬ phasis and a fervor that promised well for the lecture of the G. J. A. evening. 44 THE SPECTATOR An iEmrrrnntrg CSlall iR. BLACK was awakened by the ringing of his telephone. He answered it and heard a child’s voice say, “Margie’s got hurt somethin’ ter¬ rible; she was sleepin’ with me and failed out. Please come quick.” The doctor asked her name. ‘I’m Doris Smith,” the child answered. “But where are your mother and father?” asked the doctor. They went to a party, and no one’s home ’cept me an’ Margie.” Doris had been one of the doctor’s little patients. She had heard her mother call him up many times. Often she would call his number on her play-telephone, and then pretend to talk to him. The Smiths lived about two miles from the doctor’s home The night was bitter cold, and it was not with a feeling of pleas¬ ure that the doctor set out to make the call. Vt hen Dr. Black had gone about a mile, one of his tires blew out. He jumped out and set to work. After toiling for about half an hour, he succeeded in getting another on. But alas! this, too. was soon found to be punctured. He pulled it off, blew on his fingers, and silently started to work again. The ground was wet with melting snow. The doctor’s hands were cold and numb, and his fingers refused to move quickly. At last he was ready to start. He had been a full hour chang¬ ing the tires. When he was within seven blocks of the Smith’s residence, his automobile came to a dead stop. He tried in every way to find the cause of the trouble, but to no avail. He was obliged to walk the rest of the way. A little girl in a white night gown opened the door for him. She was thoroughly chilled—her teeth chattered. “Oh,” she said, “what made you be such a long time? I waited so long, I nearly went to sleep, and somethin’ behind the curtain kept peekin’ at me. You see that white thing? Are you scared of it? And oh, I know Margie’s scared to be up stairs all alone. You see she broke her head and I tied it up with my handkerchief. She’s up stairs—come up and see if you can fix it.” Z. E., ’18. ijtatory of (£. 1. AR up the valley where the ridges of the hills almost close together along the banks of Rus¬ sian River, we find the Cloverdale Union High School snugly nestled among the tall native oak trees. As we wander back to the “old home town” and over to the school grounds, we readily see that things are changed from what they were twenty years ago, when the little high school started its long, persevering, upward struggle. From the one room it has enlarged to four; from one teach¬ er to three. Tn addition to this, we have a laboratory for which we are indebted to Mr. Miller, who with the aid of the boys, erected it in the year of 1911. We were then a little school with twelve students, we can now boast of forty. Then we were considered of little import¬ ance, now we are recognized as the equal of the other schools thruout many counties. We have shown what we can do, not only in scholarship, but also in various other activities. We have every reason to be proud of our debaters, for they have won the silver trophy cup,- pronouncing us champions of Solano, Napa, and Sonoma counties. Nor can we too highly praise our athletes for their records. Altlio the largest team we have ever had has been composed of only five members, we have brought home many victories. In addition to this, we have been highly commended for our work in Dramatics. When we look back and see the advancements we have made in twenty years, we wonder what twenty more such prosperous years will bring. Then our school days will be over and other students will march thru the portals of C. H. S. Our salute will be then as it is now: “May the flag of dear old Cloverdale live. The banner of Blue and Gold.” G. I. H., ’16. iFrrflliman Umptintt URING the middle part of September, the Fresh¬ man Reception was given by the upper classmen. When the “wee ones” strayed into Humbert’s Hall they gave exclamations of delight at the pretty decorations of pennants, artistically ar¬ ranged among our high school colors. Cards and dancing were enjoyed until a late hour, when refreshments were served. MIDDY PARTY An informal, yet very pleasing affair, was a middy party given at l nion Hall, in October. A good floor, good music and a jolly crowd of hoys and girls made the evening a most enjoy¬ able one. VALENTINE’S PARTY Miss Emma Sedgley and Miss Gertrude Shaw were the charming hostesses on Saturday evening, Feb. 13, 1915, of a Val¬ entine’s Party, in Odd Fellow’s Hall. Tiny red hearts were strung around the room. The walls were a mass of greenery which gave a most pleasing effect. Dancing was the chief en¬ joyment of the evening but those who did not care to dance went into adjoining rooms where cards and games were played. Punch was served with assorted cookies. When it was an¬ nounced that it was twelve o’clock, we all agreed that midnight had come too soon. THE SPECTATOR 47 BIRTHDAY PARTY One of the most elaborate affairs of the season was a birth¬ day party given in honor of Stanley Brush by Miss Pauline Brush on April 9, 1915. Twenty-one couples gathered at her elegant home. The decorations in the reception room, parlor, and back parlor transformed them into a Fairyland. Dancing was enjoyed on the fine hard maple doors. Some exceptionally clever ideas were carried out in presenting favors to the dancers. Punch was served on the large and picturesque porch to which the boys and girls found their way. Delicious refreshments were served later. All were enthusiastic in pro¬ nouncing it one of the most enjoyable evenings we had ever spent. OUR PICNIC Early one morning, during the first part of May, a crowd of about twenty couples, accompanied by the teacher left in ma¬ chines for the Geysers. After riding about eighteen miles over a rough and mountainous road we came to our destination. Im¬ mediately, charmed by the beauty of the place, we started for our tramp up the canyon to the Geysers. They seemed most wonderful as they boiled up into the air and sent forth so much hot steam that we could scarcely go on further. On returning about twelve o’clock to the hotel, a very hungry crowd ate a delicious meal. The first part of the afternoon was spent in ex¬ ploring further the beauties of nature. About four o’clock we started homeward, as there was a long trip ahead of us. We were a tired but happy crowd when we reached Cloverdale that night. Many pleasant afternoons and evenings were spent at Mr. Post’s residence and we wish to thank him for his kind hospit¬ ality. SENIOR RECEPTION Great preparations are under way to make the Senior Re¬ ception the most successful event of the year. The decorations are to be in red and white, class colors, finished off with red car¬ nations and ferns. Never before were the lower classmen known to take such a great interest in this important affair. irantatira gave a play at Humbert’s Opera House, for the benefit of the “Spectator.” It was a side splitting comedy in four acts, entitled, “A Night Off,” or “A Page from Balzac.” It was a great success financially, and we were even more pleased to hear that the audience pronounced it the best drama ever produced by home talent in Cloverdale. It deals with the complications which ensue when a college pro¬ fessor, taking advantage of his wife’s temporary absence, at¬ tempts to produce an original theatrical sketch, and is caught in the act by his indignant spouse. The cast was as follows: JUSTINIAN BABBIT, Professor of Ancient History at the University.Mr. E. A. Cooley MARC l S BRI TUS SNAP, Manager of a theatrical company .Henry Barnes LORD MULBERRY, in search of his son Jack . .Harold E. Thompson JACK MI LBERR1, in search of fame and fortune. . J. Palmer Sedglev HARRY DAMASK, son-in-law of Professor Babbit. • ...Mr. F. A. White MRS. ZANTIPPA BABBIT, wife and manager of the Babbit household . Mrs. Arthur McCray NISBE BABBIT, youngest daughter and father’s pet. .Helen Car rie ANGELICA DAMASK, eldest daughter and mother’s darling . Pauline He Hay SUSAN, maid of the Babbits..Genevieve Phelan MARIA, maid of the Damasks.Lois McMichael Mi. E. A. Cooley, as the absent-minded Professor, was surely a hit. His dismay when apprehended by his wife and daughter was most laughable. THE SPECTATOR 49 Mrs. Arthur McCav showed great dramatic talent in this production. Her part was full of climaxes which served well to demonstrate her admirable manner of acting. ol As the juvenile male lead, J. Palmer Sedglev was a marked he success. His interpretation of the prodigal son and lovesick tig- youth combined was quite catchv. or Henry Barnes handled the difficult part of Marcus Brutus Snap in a manner which made it one of the star casts of the per- ve formance. 3d The part of the affectionate husband was played to per¬ fection by Professor White, o- t_ Helen Carrie took an extremely romantic part. As her father’s pet and interested in all of his plots, she showed fine dramatic talent. Harold Thompson’s first appearance in high school theatri¬ cals was a marked success. He handled his part of the English lord extremely well. y In the part of the jealous and loving wife, Miss Pauline DeHav gave a splendid character portrayal. Her work was very good and deserved the great applause it received. 1 Genevieve Phelan showed her cleverness in handling the part of the witty and obliging maid of the Babbit household. As maid of the Damask household, Lois McMichael acted her part with great success. Our high school has showed that it contains unusually fine dramatic talent in the following farces, rendered on the 0. V. L. programs. “Going to a New Home: played by Joty Sedgley, Hazel Lea, Christine Lea, Raymond Roberts and Melvin Hall. “The Penitent’s Return,” by Homer Conner, Harold Myers, Clifton Newman and Francis Coffey. “A Forced Friendship” caused much laughter with its series of complications, Wyima Wisell. Erminie Wiedersheim, George Warren and Henry Wiedersheim made up the cast. i 50 THE SPECTATOR “Way Down East” was successfully handled by Madge Dellenbaugh, Pauline DeHay, Dewey Bassetti, Raymond Roberts and Vilma Ur. “Deaf as a Post” was very much enjoyed by the specta¬ tors. Lois McMichael, Harold Myers and Lorraine Kruse skillfully handled their parts. “What’s Up” was of especial interest as it was written by the Sophomore Class and produced very successfully by the following: Mrs. Jones . Madge Dellenbaugh Marian Jones . Pauline DeHay Dick Jones, (12 years old) . Melvin Hall Boh Burton, (II. C. student and Marian’s sweetheart). Vivian Dinsmore, (visitor at the Jones home) Jack Murdock, (friend of Vivian’s) . Harold Thompson .Hazel Lea . .. Stanley Brush HE 0. V. L. Society of the Cloverdale High School, altlio it began in a modest way, June 29, 19o5, has steadily grown in members, in interest and in merit until now it is a full fledged liter¬ ary undertaking. It has done much to en¬ courage school activities and to keep up the standard in other lines beside the daily routine and grind. This year a larger Freshman Class than usual were initia¬ ted into the mysterious rites and solemnities of the 0. V. L. Society; and consequently new fuel was added in many de¬ partments. It would require too long a space to here tell what terrible tortures the Freshmen were subjected to at the hands of their Upper Classmen; besides it would be violating the most sacred vows of silence. So far, the old and new members of the 0. V. L. have endeavored to carry out explicitly the motto of the secret letters. The meetings of the Society, held on alternate Friday afternoons, are anticipated with pleasure, indeed. They are not only highly instructive and beneficial, but entertaining and en¬ joyable. The program consists of the usual features of a Literary Society; debates on current topics, essays, readings, recitations, school-notes, farces, musical selections, both instrumental and vocal—besides good parliamentary drill. In preparing the pro¬ grams, the pupils are cheerfully aided and abetted by each member of the faculty who endeavors to bring out the special talent of each individual student. One of the most noteworthy features of our Thanksgiving week program was a play entitled, “A. Thanksgiving I)ay, M written and staged by some of the members. In addition to the regular business meetings of the 0. V. L., many delightful entertainments have been given under its auspices. Among these were the Freshman Reception, the de¬ bate between Sonoma and Cloverdale and the high school play. 52 THE SPECTATOR The Freshmen were welcomed at the outset by a grand reception given in Humbert’s Hall by the Upper Classmen. This was well attended by the public, which fact shows the in¬ terest that our town takes in the welfare of our school. The affair was so enjoyed by the Freshmen that they are eagerly awaiting their turn to welcome the coming Freshman Class. After the debate, the remainder of the evening was spent in dancing and a general good social time. The high school play entitled, “A Night Off” was a ven¬ ture more elaborate than any other attempted by the 0. V. L. We were kindly aided by some outside talent, which fact helped to make it such a decided success, both financially and socially. The superior talent of our young people was here clearly demonstrated. CLASS 1893 Jean Smith is teaching in Berkeley. Oscar Tyler, deceased. Charlie Cheeks is a musician in Seattle. Jessie Wood is living in Berkeley. Mrs. Eastlick, (Grace Wilcox) is living in Fort Jones, Siskiyou County. CLASS 1894 Mrs. Bishop, (Lizzie Caugliey) is living in Eureka. Selene Menihan is teaching in the Cloverdale Grammar School. Elizabeth Menihan is at home. CLASS 1895 Mrs. Ray Hill (Clara Mason) is living at Prescott, Arizona. Fidelia Furber is living in San Francisco. Mrs. Whittworth (Belle Wood) is living in Berkeley. Russell Cameron is living in Healdsburg. Frank Yordi, deceased. CLASS 1896 Mrs. A. T. Baum (Elizabeth Marked) is living in San Fran¬ cisco. Mrs. Drucks (Ada Williams) is living in Susanville. Charlie Cooley is living at Yorkville. 54 THE SPECTATOR CLASS 1897 Mrs. Cyril Seidel (Beatrice Hagmayer) is living on a ranch near Lincoln, Placer Co. William Furber is living in Cloverdale. Mamie Menihan is teaching in Oakland. Albert Kleiser is practising Dentistry at Bakersfield. Edna Elden is living in Wood, Kern Co. CLASS 1898 Mrs. Hiatt (Effie Shelford) is living in Healdsburg. William Caldwell is living in Cloverdale. Mrs. Wieland (Augusta Menke) is living in Oakland. Mrs. Murray (Sallie Crigler) is living on a ranch near Cloverdale. Arthur Cooley is living in San Francisco. CLASS 1900 Jessie Bentley is teaching in the Cloverdale Grammar School. Mrs. Roberts (Alice Caldwell) is living in San Diego. Mrs. Bowers (Amy McCausland) is living in Santa Rosa. CLASS 1901 Susie Elden is living in Portland, Ore. Mrs. Bruning (Annie Ivoester) is living in Penngrove. Mrs. Dittman (Zoe Levicy) is living in Berkeley. CLASS 1902 Nellie Shelford is a milliner in Healdsburg. Mrs. Dewey (Lillian Daniels) is living at Fulton. CLASS 1903 Mrs. Yordi (Ethel Caldwell) is living in San Diego. Mrs. Woodward (Margeret Menihan) is living in Berkeley. Delia Elden is living in Berkeley. Alice Porterfield is living in Berkeley. Mrs. E. Lake (Susie Shelford) is living in San Jose. CLASS 1904 Hiram Casey is a lawyer in San Francisco. (Married). CLASS 1905 Mrs. F. Gorman (Marian Chase) is living in Portland. Ore. Ada Thompson is at home. CLASS 1906 Mrs. McAbee (Ethel Lile) is living in Cloverdale. Helen Chase is in New York City. THE SPECTATOR 55 CLASS 1907 L a Edith Cooley is at home. CLASS 1908 Mrs. Spencer (Pearl Pruitt) is living in San Francisco. Mrs. Van Tassel (Nora Pruitt) is living in San Francisco. Mrs. Imrie (Kate Cooley) is living in Cloverdale. Mattie Elliott is teaching Domestic Science in San Jose. Mrs. Adams (Emily Seymore) is living at Morgan Hid, Santa Clara, County. Marked Baer is living in Berkeley. Frank Sedgley is working for the Owl Drug Company, S. F. iar CLASS 1909 Mrs. C. Smith (Hazel Slielford) is living in Roseville. CLASS 1910 atr Cecil Gowan is teaching near Philo, Mendocino Co. Hazel Browne is teaching near Colfax. Faye Northcott is living at Trinity. CLASS 1911 Emma Sedgley is teaching in Cloverdale Grammar School. Will McCabe is practising Dentistry in Oakland. Dan Sink is a senior in the University of California. Herbert Belford is at home. bv. re. CLASS 1912 Mrs. O’Dell (Florence Lile) is living at Lodi. . T. Brush is attending a Dental College in San Francisco. John Sink is working in San Francisco. Lloyd Browne is living on a ranch near Colfax. Frank Belford is at home. CLASS 1913 Nettie Beasley is attending the University of California. Ruth Belcher is attending San Francisco Normal. Mrs. Marion (Norma Hulbert) is living in Sebastopol. Gertrude Ludwig is at home. Maude Thompson is at home. CLASS 1914 Lucile Brush is attending San Francisco Normal. John Cooley is attending University of California. Chas. Grant is attending University of California. Philipp Prell is attending University of California. Zola Hotell is at home. 0i ' bating The first debating team organized in Cloverdale for many years was in 1913, with Charles Grant, John Cooley and Nettie Beasley, as members. For two years Cloverdale won every de¬ bate that she entered against Santa Rosa, St. Helena and Sonoma, thus becoming the champion of Sonoma, Napa, and Solano counties and winning the large silver trophy cup. The 1914-1915 team was composed of Joty Sedgley, Gene¬ vieve Phelan, and Henry Barnes, with Erminie Wiedershem as substitute. On Nov. 21, the first debate of the season was held in Cloverdale, the participants, Cloverdale and Sonoma. The question for debate was, Resolved: That it would be the best in¬ terest of the state of California to adopt the eight hour amend¬ ment. This was upheld on the affirmative by Genevieve Phelan, Henry Barnes and Joty Sedgley of Cloverdale and on the nega¬ tive by Gladys Simmons, Henry Waltz and Emery Ranker of Sonoma. Both teams showed excellent training. Cloverdale, especially, was complimented upon the skillful delivery and well arranged arguments. Sonoma had good material and the arguments were well brought out. Until after the close of the rebuttal, the audience, as well as the two teams, were held in suspense as to who would receive the laurels. Rev. Henry Ains¬ worth of Cloverdale, Rev. J. Henry Oelilhoff, of Sonoma, and A. A. Calkins, of Berkeley, were the judges. After the vote was taken, it was found that, by a very small margin, Sonoma had won the decision. This left us out of the final race for the new cup. Still, know¬ ing that one team must lose and feeling that we had put up a good fight, we went into other activities with the same vigor and enthusiasm that we had shown in entering the debates. Be¬ sides this, we continued our series of debates with other teams of the school. The first of these was held at the regular meeting of the 0. V. L. in December. The question was, Resolved: That Cloverdale should dispense with the services of a motor cop. 58 THE SPECTATOR This was upheld, on the affirmative, by Henry Wiedersheim and Genevieve Phelan, on the negative, by Joty Sedgley and George Warren. This was a subject of great local interest and caused much excitement and enthusiasm. Both sides had well worked up and well arranged arguments and the delivery was, as usual, excellent. So close were the merits of the two teams that, when a vote of the Society was taken, the result was found to be a tie. In January, the following question was up for debate, Re¬ solved: That Domestic Science should be a required subject for all girls in high schools. This was discussed by Joty Sedgley, Lois McMicliael and Clifton Newman on the affirmative and, on the negative, by Genevieve Phelan and Helen Carrie. This, too, was quite an interesting debate, but no judgment was taken on it. On March 13, at the regular 0. V. L. meeting, this question was debated upon, Resolved : That the poet is more influential, in shaping the destinies of nations than is the statesman. Zelma Eells and Erminie Wiedersheim, Pauline De Hay and Melvin Hall, all of whom showed a careful study of the question, did won¬ derfully well in bringing out the influence exerted upon nations by the representative men among poets and statesmen. On April 5, the question for debate was, Resolved: That the State should furnish text books to high schools as well as to grammar s chools. Madge Dellenbaugh took the negetative and Pearl Thompson the affirmative. This debate was extremely in¬ teresting and was well written by both sides. We have seen from those who took part in these minor de¬ bates that Cloverdale has an excellent supply of material for several terms. Next year we shall expect to have another cup to grace our new school house. Atblrtica rjEING the past year Cloverdale has done more in track athletics than ever before. Of course, we have never won a meet but who could expect that of a school so small that we seldom have more than four men on the team? Even with this great disadvantage we have managed at every meet to win more points than many schools much larger than we are. Soon after school opened last fall we started training. Our team was considerably weakened by the loss of Grant, our reli¬ able quarter miler, who in past meets had always been a sure point winner for Cloverdale. This loss was partially made good by the appearance of two new men, Vadon and Newman, who, though Freshmen, proved valuable additions to the team. New¬ man soon proved his worth in the 440, while adon de¬ veloped into a fast mile runner. In addition to these two, we still had two good men left from last year’s team,—Ahrens, who is hard to beat in the sprints, and Thompson, who had won honors in the mile and half mile. These four made up the CIoa er- dale track team that started training at the beginning of the first semester. We were greatly handicapped at the beginning by being forced to run on a hard road on account of the lack of a suitable track on which to train. This was especially hard on the men in the mile and the half mile as the course was only a quarter of a mile in length. It was, therefore, necessary in these races to turn around at the end of the course. We tried to remedy this in the second semester by constructing a track on the back of the school lot. This was some improvement over the road but it was only 150 yards in length and left much to be desired. In spite of all these disadvantages, however, we managed to develop a team which showed up well in all the meets. The first meet of the season was that of the Northwestern Sub-league at Sebastopol, October 17th. Here Cloverdale took 12 points. Ahrens won first in the 220 yard dash, second in the 100 yard and fourth in the shot put, while Thompson took second in the mile. Although Newman and Vadon did not help in the scoring, they both finished well up toward the front in all their races. THE SPECTATOR 61 A week later we went to the fall meet of the S. N. S. C. A. L. at St, Helena, where we were represented by the same four men with the addition of Sedgley, who came out for the sprints. We finished third, taking, in all, 31 1-2 points which were made up as follows: Aherns took first in the 100 yard, 220 yard and 440 yard dashes, while Thompson placed first in the mile and the half-mile. In addition to these five first places, Ahrens took fourth in the shot put, Newman finished fourth in the 440 and Vadon tied for fourth place in the mile. Ahrens, Sedgley, Thompson and Newman added four more points to our score by taking third in the relay. Ahrens won the distinction of being the highest individual point winner of the meet, taking 16 points for Cloverdale. Cloverdale was represented at the meet of the P. P. I. E. by our old reliable—Captain Ahrens. He failed to take any points but finished well up in the front rank in the 220 yard dash. When practice started in the spring Newman was missing from our team, having been compelled to leave school on ac¬ count of sickness. The loss however, was made good by the addition of Bassetti, who came out for the sprints. At the spring meet of the S. N. S. C. A. L. at Santa Rosa, May 1, we were represented by Ahrens, Thompson, Vadon and Bassetti. We were somewhat disappointed at the outcome, as Thompson, our crack mile runner, suffered a slight reversal of form and failed to place in his events. The scoring honors all went to Ahrens, who won first in the 220 and 440, second in the 100 and fourth in the shot put, taking fourteen points. This placed us sixth—not so bad as it might have been. The last meet of the season was held at Ukiali May 15. We were represented by the same four who journeyed to Santa Rosa. Our team upheld their reputation by carrying off thirteen points. Ahrens took first in the 220, third in the 100 and fourth in the shot put, while Thompson took second in the 880 and third in the mile run. Everything considered, we feel like congratulating our¬ selves on the success of our school in athletics this year. Our numbers and our equipment have always been against us but, in spite of these handicaps, we have consistently won honors in competition with much larger and better equipped schools. What we have lacked in numbers we have made up in determina¬ tion. May we always be as successful as we have been the past year. EXCHANGE SALINAS —“EL GABILAN.” Your social notes are well written.. In your exchange department you confine yourself too much to the criticism of the stories. The pen and ink sketches are very commendable. PETALUMA— “ENTERPRISE.” You have an excellent book with lots of school spirit. HANFORD— “JANUS.” A fine paper. Don’t you think it would be a good idea to have your athletic teams in uniform ' ? You show good judgment in having articles of interest instead of stories. SANTA ROSA— “ECHO.” Why mix your joshes with the advertisements! Your literary department could he improved, but your cuts are excellent. SPRING HILL —“PURPLE AND WHITE.” You have a fine paper, although your cuts might be better. SAN RAFAEL —“YE SEARCHLIGHT.” You have de¬ voted too much space to the literary department. With that ex¬ ception, your paper is good. THE SPECTATOR 63 YREKA— “WHITE AND GOLD.”. Your paper is splen¬ did. It is well gotten up and the number of cuts make it very attractive. HEALDSBURG— ‘‘YE SOTOYOMAN.” Your paper is one you can well be proud of. Your jokes are especially good. Come again! ANDERSON— ‘‘AURORA.” The arrangement of your paper is very poor. In other respects it is splendid. SONOMA— “THE GOLDEN BEAR.” A fine paper but your lack of good cuts is a sad defect. DIXON— ‘‘CHANTICLEER.” A well arranged paper. Your social notes are especially interesting. WATSONVILLE—‘‘ THE MANZANITA.” April 1915. A few more cuts and a better grade of paper would make your book more attractive. Your literary department is good. “A Story of the Sea” is especially interesting. If you can’t laugh at the jokes of the age, Then laugh at the age of the jokes.—Ex. Miss B. (Latin Class): “Folks! it’s too quiet!’’ Why does Prof, call his little son Coffee! (He keeps him awake nights). Will A : Did you see Myers yesterday, running all over on errands! (Ahrens). If he does that again, I’ll beat him up.” Fred: “How’s that!” Will: “Huh, how would you like some one to run all over you!’ ’ Miss B: (Hist. Ill): “It’s just like pulling teeth to get an answer out of you.” Will: “Yeh, it hurts.” Henry: (in Algebra): “Interest on $1000 for B years, at C% would be 1000 B. C.” Mr. White: “That was a long time ago, Henry.” THE SPECTATOR 65 A FEW FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS. “I went to the Teachers’ Institute,” Prof. White remarked, But, from what we can learn, he hit the Zone on the start. Prophisied Goldie, while sitting a bench, “You know girls it’s necessary that I study French.” (Fred). “The Music,” says Francis,” is my favorite art, And Mozart and Nevin have won my heart.” Yells Stanley in a whirl, “My new ring’s a “Pearl.” “It’s my night out!” Cries Peg when Ray’s about. Said Joty, “I came to great harm, When I tried to make love with my arm.” “Oh,” said Bernice with a sigh, “A home and Jack I’ll have bye and bye.” “Now people,” said Genevieve, “You needn’t scoff, I am sure a Maude Adams since I played, “A Night Off.” Ethel says, “Girls, from school let us steal; You bet I can run my own automobile.” Henry says Geometry’s punk— Who knows but he may get the “flunk.” What’s Christine’s cry? “Why, Cavalli Flynn’s is where I buy.” (Freddie). Madge Dellenbaugh was never known to fail To say, “Oh! Gee! It’s going to hail! (Haehl). Miss B. (Hist. Ill) : “Where did you look for “The Thirty Years’ War?” Geb.:—“West” (Modern History). Will: “Huh! I looked in all directions and didn’t see it.” Some people don’t need to think they’re teachers just be¬ cause they have a pupil in their eye. 66 THE SPECTATOR flU Way back in Nineteen-’1 even, When Genevieve entered High, She kept striving for that haven, For that Senior seat on high. By hard work and application. By studying day and night, She learned how men ruled nations And how Caesar used to fight. But now to Berkeley she must go, On politics she is bent; And you’ll read in the papers in a year or so, “Geb Phelan for President.” But soon must we say adieu To the Senior most beloved of all, To the Senior that’s ever loyal and true, And the Senior that fond memories recall. Miss Pierson, (German I): “Open your books and trans¬ late the first page on the Rhine.” QUESTION NO. 9999 A man entered May’s drug store in a hurry and asked for a dozen two-grain quinine pills. “Shall I put them in a box, Sir?” Harold M. asked, as he counted them out. “Oh, no!,” replied the customer, “I want to roll them home. ’ ’ Miss B. (Hist. ITT):—“Frederick Barbarossa—where did he hail from?” Joty—“He didn’t hail; he reigned.” Prof, (in Algebra to Harry):—“How do you find the perimeter of a triangle?” Harry:—“Oh, you add the four sides!” Miss B.—(Eng. 1): “Is there anything going on up there?” (indicating forehead). Homer: “Yes’m, they’re having a big blow-out.” THE SPECTATOR 67 CHARACTERIZATIONS. J oty . . Feet Physics Class . .. . Squabbling Harold . .Lois Melvin . . Hot Air Henry B. . Socialism Clara . r r ransf ormati on Goldie. .Freddie Harold M. .. . .. . Sermonizing Madge . . 7:15 Stanley. . Pearls Harold:—“Look at the new pupil chewing her fingers!” Zelma:—“Well, what’s the matter? would you like to chew them, too?” Miss B:—“Do you think the time will come when men will do the cooking?” Geh:—“Not in this world.” Prof.—“How dare you laugh at me, you young rascals!” Pupils:—“We’re not laughing at you, Sir.” Prof:—“Well, I don’t know what else there is to laugh at.” Lady (to new cook):—“How long were you at your last place, and were you discharged?” Cook:—“I never stay at a place long enough to get fired; I’m one of those tireless-cookers.” Miss B. (Hist. Ill) :—“Miss Phelan, who was Oliver Crom¬ well?” Geb: “I don’t know! never saw him—not even his effigy.” Will :-—“Huh, that’s one misfortune he didn’t have.” Christine:—“It was Melvin’s head that did it.” Miss B. (criticising a drawing—she has not heard above re¬ mark) : “It does look rather hollow.” Two college students were a rraigned before the magistrate for hurdling the low spots in their motor car. “Have you a lawyer?” “We’re not going to have a lawyer,” answered the elder of the students. “We’ve decided to tell the truth.” Harold got a motorcycle, And took for a ride Lois McMichael The old machine got badly stuck And Lois went home in a motor truck. 68 THE SPECTATOR IN THE HALL OF FAME Sentimental Tommy.Melvin Hall Webster (Noah) . .Will Ahrens (?) Beau Brummel . Stanley Seven Wonders of the World.• • Soph. Girls Three Wise Men ..Junior Boys The Fourth One. Dewey Shakespere .• •. Henry B. An awful accident happened at Humbert’s Hall while practising the play—Pauline fell on Mr. White’s neck. Willie, get the dictionary! (Nothing out of the ordinary.) In every class it is the cry; Poor Will’ll be wise bye and bye. Miss B.—“What is an inanimate object? Are you one, Homer?” Homer, (very knowingly):—“Yes.” In Drawing 1: Miss B. (contemplating one of Ethel’s drawings) : Ethel, don’t you think your neck is a little bit too long?” Christine:—Oh! I bumped my crazy bone.” Raymond:—“I’m sorry you hit your head.” Ethel:—“Speaking of relations, all of my people are tall on one side and fat on the other.” Madge:—“Gee! I’d like to see one.” Pauline:— “Did he apologize for kissing you?” Lois:—“Several times.” M iss B: (Hist III) : “What happens when an administra¬ tive officer fails to do his duty?” Clara:—“He gets arranged, (arraigned). Miss B. (in Hist. Ill) :—“What were the Canon Laws?” Geb. “Oh, if the clergy didn’t say that a certain church book was 0. K., they’d can ’em.” Helen:—“That sure was a cannin’ law!” THE SPECTATOR 69 THE WORST YET. Johnny handed the following note from his mother to the teacher one morning. ‘‘Deare teacher! you keep tellin my boy to breathe with his diaframs. Maybe rich children got diaframs, but how about when there father only makes $1.50 a day and has five children to keep? First it’s one thing—then it’s another, and now its diaframs, that’s the worst yet.” Geb. (reciting in Hist. Ill) “The men on the English side fished with the French.” Mi ss B. (to Helen who has not been paying attention) “What did Genevieve say Helen? The men of England fished with-—” Helen:— ‘‘ Oh! Yes, with fish-hooks!’’ Miss Bagiev: (to Homer who has been kept after school) “Get to work, Homer. You know T can do my work here as well as at home. Homer:—‘ ‘ So can I. ’ ’ Miss B:—“Spading?” Harold M. (to Homer) “I think you must he the ace of spades. ’ ’ Homer:—“Huh, you must be the joker.” Coach to Mr. White (while practising the play) “Frown! don’t look so pleasant!” Mr. White frowns threateningly. Henry (aside) “That’s the way he looks at us in Geometry.” Mr. White (having overheard remark), “That’s what makes me look that way Henry.” MAYBE AND MAYBE NOT. “Yes,” said the young man who was showing the girl through the tea-house. “Just at present we are taking an in¬ ventory.” “How interesting! and I suppose those men upon the lad¬ ders are the teetotalers, (tea-totalers).” Miss B. (to H. Meyers, who is impersonating Shylock.) “Harold, try to act the Jew.” Homer—“Just act natural, Harold ” 70 THE SPECTATOR THE LAD FROM MARS A lad from Mars, from the town of X, Got out liis binocs and a pair of specs. And as he peered down through the azure sky, His gaze became fixed on Cloverdale Hi. 2 It was half past eight, by the Preston clock, Just time to the minute the doors to unlock, And as they swung open, M. Ludwig rushed in, So loaded with books, that his legs bent like tin. 3 He rushed to his desk, began cramming like mad, “Great Scott!” said the gazer, “what a studious lad.” But all of a sudden, his vision was blurred, The building ’gan shake, as if greatly disturbed. 4 For the damsel that entered was so awfully wide, She filled up his glasses and fiowed o’er the side. And the gazer murmured, as he watched her file past, “She sure is a whopper, although she’s some class!” 5 At a quarter of nine, through the gateway there came A lad of a powerful physique and frame, His brow was high, but his eye beneath Had about as much flash as a rooster’s teeth. 6 The “General” feared that he’d get the boot, For his German lesson was “Niclit selir gut” And he felt in his heart, that his goat would go sure, If Miss Bagley asked him for judicature. 7 A light step outside, a flash, and a smile, “The Goddess of Beauty’s back on earth for a while,” The watcher murmured, his eyes spread wide, “Just look how that room’s changed on the inside.” 8 What a face! what a form, of grace—what an air, The beauty of beauties, the fairest one there! The poor dub’s to be pitied, ’tho ’tis hard to keep cool, T hen his idol is with us, (when Helen’s at school.) THE SPECTATOR 71 9 Of a sudden a shout is heard from outside, “Two down! Fritz, my lad, and the score is tied,” “Ball One! Strike one! Gee! that was too wide,” “Kill the Ump.,” says the gazer. “ J. P. is crosseyed.” 10 Just one grad, this year, my what a pity! She’ll probably end up in a flat in the city, With five furnished rooms, a couple of cats, A poodle, a husband, and a fondness for hats. 11 The History III class, I’ve observed several times, They’re chuck full of mischief of ten different kinds; The boys are the limit, the girls not much better; If I were their teacher, I’d teach ’em by letter. 12 The hoy from Mars, from the town of X, Folded his glasses, and took off his specs, He sighed, “Well, I certainly hope when I die, They’ll send me to Heaven ’stead of Cloverdale Hi.” TROUBLES OF AN ACTOR Tell me not in honeyed accents Of the actor’s easy life, Drawing down a whopping salary, Knowing not hard work or strife; Eating lobsters, drinking champagne, Earning plaudits long and loud, Being somewhat of a high .brow, Although mingling with the crowd; For this life is full of pitfalls, Something fierce, believe it me! And its nothing but rehearsing, ’Till your brains buzz like a bee, ’Tis an awful thing in midyear To begin to learn a play, For the many slighted lessons Point but to a reckoning day. THE SPECTATOR 72 Miss B. (Latin I, after Harry had made a correct explana¬ tion.) There you have it all in a nut-shell!” Harry “Hum! Some compliment to my head!” LEARNING FAST. Harold, just home from the Exposition came into the farm¬ house kitchen. He had just seen Uncle Rufus picking a chicken for dinner. “Oh, Aunt Sue! “he cried as he entered, “You ought to see what uncle is doing; lie’s out in the shed husking a hen.” ELEGANT DISCOURSE. “I want to be procrast’nated at de nex co-ner,” said Mr. Erastus Pinkley to the street car conductor. “You want to be what?” exclaimed the conductor. ‘‘Don ’ lose vo’ temper. I had to look in de dictionary mvse’f befo’ I found dat. It means to put off.” There is a cute kid named DeHay Who surprised the whole town in our play. She caused a commotion By so much emotion; “Experience,” did somebody say? There is a young lady named Carrie AVho, take it from us, is some fairy; She has a hope chest That is full of the best, And she hopes that some day she will marry. There is a young fellow named Barnes, He’s a wizard at telling big yarns; As an actor, lie’s better Than a fish or game getter, As a poet, lie’s not worth a darn. Business Here’s to you, Mr. Business Man, You’ve put our effort through; You’ve aided us in every way, We’ll do as much for you. We know it’s hard at times to pay A good price for an ad, And yet you’ve acted loyally And made the Staff feel glad. You make this paper possible, You help to foot the bill, We know you’ll get your money’s worth; You’ve gained the school’s good will. And, all you gentle readers, as These pages now you scan, Just notice who has backed us up And help that Business Man. Aug. 23—School opens—What a bunch of Freshies! SAFETY FIRST I Sure, always, when you buy “Quality Groceries Cavalli Flynn ; CLOVERDALE - - CALIFORNIA ; • • ....i Aug. 24.—General Ahrens shoves Conner into high school—he lights, feet up. Sept. 1—Big scare—Initiation—many pale Freshmen. Compliments of The Emporium CLOVERD ALE’S LEADING STORE ! To FORD BUYERS j It is now almost a certainty that the Ford ] Motor Co. will manufacture and sell the re- I quired number of cars (300,000) which en- I titles every buyer a rebate of from $40 to { ■ $60, who lias purchased a car between the i dates of August, 1914, to August, 1915. ] The price of the Touring car is $565. and j I the Runabout $515., f. o. b. Healdsburg. j ;; Place your order now with ! Healdsburg Auto Company Sept. 5 .— O. y. L. Meeting. Geb elected President. Sept. 16.—Freshman Reception. j DR. W. C. SHIPLEY PHYSICIAN and SURGEON i Office, Dineen’s Pharmacy Residence I Phone 23 Phone 362 CLOVERLEAF PHARMACY | Manufacturers of • j CLOVERLEAF TOILET CREAM j CLOVERLEAF TOILET BLEACHING POWDER j CLOVERLEAF CATARRH REMEDY Oct. 9.—Great Debate at school. George loses voice—Heinie, his nerve. Sedg carries off honors. Oct. 17.—N. W. L. Field Meet at Sebastopol. Cloverdale makes 12 points. PAUL KEESAW THE POPULAR BARBER Cloverdale, Cal. U. S. Hotel Bldg. , “TWO SOULS WITH Ifr BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT” nr and that thought is the i 1 ? r� l: ixOAO goodness of Beaulieu’s i ( ‘ e cream. Multiply the ' two many hundreds of a times and you’ll have A ( some idea of the num- jM 0t ber of people what have tried Beaulieu’s cream =3 an d now will have no other. Suppose you try it today. There cannot he a better time to commence enjoying one of the finest of refreshments. A Fresh Line of- LEHNHARDT’S CANDIES R %?lt “One of the firm has changed her name But it remains “BEAULIEU’S just the same.’’ | FOR A FIRST CLASS SHAVE OR HAIR CUT Go to McABEE’S BARBER SHOP Three doors South of Bank Nov. 6 .—0. V. L. Reporters called to account. Nov. 21.—League Debate. Sonoma vs. Cloverdale. CLOVERDALE HOTEL 1 .T. A. SWINDELL 1 l Meals at All Hours Lodgings SMOKE? AHREN’S SMOKE SHOP j CIGARS — CIGARETTES — TOBACCO Manufacturer of LA FLORID AD CIGARS ! Cloverdale, Calif. I R. F. Green, Manager F. II. Mason, Millman i Cloverdale Lumber Yard | AND Planing Mill 1 Lake Street Plione, Cloverdale 403 A. W. KRUSE EXPRESS TRANSFER Wood For Sale ! Cloverdale, Cal. Plione 852 Nov. 25.—Sophs produce play, “What’s Up.’ Dec. 4.—Debate on Domestic Economy. ERNEST SESSO • — ? • ? ! LADIES’ AND GENTS’ TAILOR • ? GENTS’ FURNISHINGS j • ! • : t Pinschower Bldg. Cloverdale, Cal. j • • • ? r .... . • • HULBERT’S CYCLERY i BICYCLE REPAIRING ! I West Street near Railroad Ave. Cloverdale. ? i ? i........................................................................................... i.. ..............i CLOVERDALE FREE ICE DELIVERY BRANDT BROS. w Headquarters at Kruse’s Express Office Phone 852 Cloverdale, Calif. i................... ••• .� ....• ••••...i Dec. 18.—School closes for Christmas vacation. Jan. 8.—New Constitution created for 0. V. L. Society. E. A. COOLEY XT • • FURNITURE CARPETS LINOLEUM VACUUM CLEANING PICTURES RUGS MATTING WALL PAPER Cloverdale, Calif. IN TROUBLE? CALL UP CLOVERDALE GARAGE GEO. F. WARREN, Prop. Agents for Studebaker Automobiles Phone 222 Cloverdale, Cal. A ' « r WOODCOCK MURRAY BLACKSMITHING AND WAGON MAKING Broad Street Cloverdale, Jan. 8.—Election of officers. Sedg becomes President. Jan. 22.—Sedg gets cold feet (his first 0. V. L. Meeting). DR. W. M. BILLINGS • f DENTIST ! 1 Hours: 9 A. M. to 12 M., 1 to 4:30 P. M. j t . PHONE 282 1 $ Office, Carico Bldg., West St. Cloverdale | MAY’S DRUG STORE (The Man Who Made Good) PURE, FRESH DRUGS Phone 532. Cloverdale, Calif. j CLOVERDALE j MEAT MARKET GEO. E. BRUSH, Prop. j CLOVERDALE BAKERY i AND j Confectionery Store 1 HOME MADE BAKERY GOODS | FRESH EVERYDAY Mrs. E. B. Thompson, Prop. i Peb. 12._Field Meet at St. Helena—Nick takes three first places; Hata, two. Fel). 24.—Sedg gets a new pair of shoes. Size—ask him. San Francisco Business College Leading school on the Pacific Coast, teaching Gregg Shorthand exclusively Complete Commercial Course with “Rowe’s Bookkeeping and Ac¬ countancy.” The latest and most authoritative work on this sub¬ ject. Down town location—Positions secured for all graduates. When you come to the exposition come and see us. 908 Market Street, San Francisco, Calif. r -• f A. Rochfort Cloverdale, Calif. U. S. HOTEL THE LEADING HOTEL IN NORTHERN SONOMA CO. Headquarters for Tourists Special Accommodation for Commercial Travelers Large Sample Rooms THE FAMOUS Alder Glenn Mineral Water Bottled at the Springs Buy a Bottle to Use in Lemonade A. Serres, Prop. 3 Miles North of Town Mar. 6.—School invests in a javelin. March 17.—Three orations by Wat, Ketcliel, and Nick: “Hard, hard, indeed, was the struggle for Independence!” — CLASSMATE — THE WINNING HIGH SCHOOL CLOTHES Designed particularly for young men who seek distinctiveness in style and perfection in tit. You’ll tind an immense assortment of this popular brand of young men’s clothes in our store. Attractive Spring Styles in the smartest models, reasonably priced. We specialize on suits for Gradua¬ tion. Fine weave, all wool blue serge suits. Box Back; Semi-fitted or English Models. Price at $12.50 and upwards. Send us your mail orders. Rosenberg Bush, Inc. Outfitters for the Family Healdsburg, Tubes Tires Accessories Renting Staging Draying THE R B GARAGE Phone 612 AND MACHINE SHOP Cloverdale, Calif. Office Phone 303 Residence 682 DR. M. H. DONALD DENTIST Office Hollowav Building Cloverdale March 22.—First practice for “A Night Off.” Apr. 2.—Accident at Opera House—Pauline fell on Prof.’s neck. 13 YEP Thirteen Is a lucky number in Cloverdale, for it stands for a good place to buy the eats. W. J. Pierson Son STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES FLOUR and FEED PHONE 13 Cloverdale, - - - California Apr. 4.—Easter. Population of town increased. April 8.—Henry’s moustache diappears. CLOVERDALE MILLINERY i FINE SELECTION OF LADIES’ AND CHILDRENS HATS j MRS. YON HELLMAN, Prop. j Weston Building Cloverdale, Calif. ? Four Stores in One DRY GOODS WOMEN’S WEAR j CLOTHING MILLINERY j THE WHITE HOUSE Santa Rosa, Calif. I j Electric Wiring and Agent for the Aennotor | | Supplies of all kinds Windmill and Pump I ! O. C. Williams j t SANITARY PLUMBING We install pumping plants of all kinds for irrigation purposes Phone Main 593 Cloverdale, Cal. f April 16.—“A Night Off.” Great success. April 20.—“Life in Cloverdale.” Did yon see Merle, Geb, and Madge ? i Bank of Cloverdale i CAPITAL AND SURPLUS $75,000. 4 Per Cent. ON TERM DEPOSITS INTEREST PAYABLE SEMI-ANNUALLY. I FIRE INSURANCE | • i i w i • i • i £ c j NONE BETTER THAN j f I j AETNA j j ROYAL j I HARTFORD j f 0 f i j C. L. SEDGLEY, Agent • • i j ? Office at Bank Cloverdale, California j ? t ? . April 26.—Lecture on u How to Behave,” by Miss Pierson in English IT. April 28.—Stanley breaks record. He isn’t sent out of Latin until 15 minutes after period begins. • f • i I “The exceptional care given by EPH. WEISS, t • i | in prescribing lenses for defective eyesight is re- j I warded by the general satisfaction which his ? I patients pronounce. Quietly located upstairs in the | ! Whitney Bldg., 133 Geary St., San Francisco, where ? i 4 • i good work is less costly.” f • i t i • • : : • • : • • NOVELTY THEATRE j t • : | MOVIES VAUDEVILLE t i t IIIGII CLASS ATTRACTIONS AT ALL j TIMES j • • • i j Printing The kind that gives Satisfaction at a Price that is consist- ent with the Quality. ' THE PETALUMA ARGUS Petaluma.California Mayl.—Field Meet at Santa Rosa. Auto-stage load goes from town. General makes 14 points individually. May 3.—Miss Bagley goes for auto ride. Her aunt chaperons however. Reinforced Concrete ? I am prepared to do Concrete Work of | every description. REINFORCED CONCRETE A SPECIALTY Remember that anything properly built of Steel and Concrete is everlasting, grows strong- ! er with age, will not burn, will never need repairs. ESTIMATES FURNISHED! | C. A. THOMPSON Cloverdale, Calif. Barcal Mineral Water For Lemonade BOTTLED AT PRESTON, SONOMA COUNTY May 5.—“Our Senior” sets bad example—History class de¬ creases temporarily. ■ T May 8.—New remedy discovered for obstinate Fresliies—Marsh¬ mallows Imrie McClelland Headquarters for Groceries, Hardware, Feed, Paints, Oils It will Pay You to Investigate our PROFIT SHARING PLAN, And Ask for the Yellow Coupons Given with Cash Purchases. May 10.—Examiner arrives. Nick—“I don’t get cha!” Exam¬ iner—“I beg pardon?” May 11.—Sedg breaks window—Two-bits please. Armstrong’s HARDWARE, STOVES, IMPLEMENTS Agricultural Implements, Paints and Oils, Crockery and Glassware, Granite Ware, Wool Growers’ Supplies, Sporting Goods. i wmtmm M If you go fishing or hunting don’t forget to get 1 your license from ns and all the other things that go with it. Cloverdale, Cal. West Street, near Broad Full Weight Prompt Service. Postoffice Box 38. The Price Makers Hay, Grain, Flour, Feed, Potatoes, Sulphur, and Wood. Hayward Barn, Lake and Main Streets Cloverdale, Calif. PHONE 1002. May 12.—Miss Bagiev opens “After School” department. 4 May 13.—What was the joke in History IIIf (Some one must have been under the influence of laughing gas!) At A. C. K 0 E S T E R ’ S High Grade Repairing ..... ... • • i f • • Dineen’s • ? | • Pharmacy i • • • ; KODAKS STATIONERY j • • j TIIE DEBATING, TRACK, AND STAFF PHOTOS { I IN THIS PAPER, TAKEN BY THE • I PHOTOGRA PHER IN OUR • • I STORE • ? • • SUPERIOR DEVELOPING AND PRINTING • ; May 14.—Wonder why Miss Bagiev enjoys so many walks? “I don’t know—alaska.” May 15.—Ukiah Field Meet. Fritz is mobbed. “That fat gin- swiped our colors.” Notice to the Housewife EXTRA LOW RATES GIVEN ON FAMILY WASH at, CLOVERDALE DOMESTIC LAUNDRY West Street Phone 392. A high grade of work assured on all DYING CLEANING PRESSING v.— Employers ol Help Attention PROTECT YOURSELVES BY TAKING OUT LIABILITY INSURANCE WITH DUNN HUMBERT Real Estate, Notary Work, Insurance May 15.-What made Goldie lose her hat out of the train window! May 18.—Don’t you think Raymond Is-a-belle? BURBANK COMPOSITION BOOKS Spelling Blanks and Note Books are Big Values and should he used in every school. C. A. WRIGHT CO., Inc. Santa Rosa, Cal. • .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 -••••■■ 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 . 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 , I “SHOOT A GAME WITH ME” f WHAT SHALL IT BE POOL OR BILLIARDS ? Slover’s Billiard Parlor Cigars and Tobacco j I. E. SLOVER, Prop. Cloverdale, Cal. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 , 1 BARKER’S LIVERY STABLE FOR FIRST CLASS RIOS II. I. BARKER, Prop. .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 M. 9 .. 9 ., 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9m | � 9 � 9 � n 9 « 9 « 9 M 9 � 9 M 9 � 9 « 9 H 9 H 9 � 9 m 9 � 9 ..«.. 9 .. 9 « M |.. 9 .. 9 „(.. 9 .. 9 „| h( , W. V. SEWARD WATCHES PARISIAN IVORY CLOCKS Jewelry High Grade Repearing Cut Glass .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9m9 .. 9 .. 9 ..I 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9m9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9 .. 9m9 ..«.. 9 .. 9 ..«..� .. 9 . I May 29.—Geyser picnic. Not enough lunch for Cornier. May 30.—Decoration Day. Caesar’s face grows paler as ex’s draw nearer. June 1.—Resolution passed by entire school—“We’re going to study next year.” ‘Tis ever thus! June 3.—Graduation. “Farewell and Good Luck to our Senior.” LAST in the Book —BUT— FIRST in Quality —IN— Dry Goods Clothing Furnishings Shoes I H. G. GRANT l WEST STREET Cloverdale, Calif. June 4.—Senior Dance. A •-