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

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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.”

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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.”

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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