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

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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

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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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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.”