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

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of buying them. To Esther Eells I leave my hand-carved desk, embellished with weird design, and all it contains of gum, and small pellets of deadly tin- foil. 1, Pauline DeHay, leave the school Encyclopedia to Elliot Donald, that he may never be without books to carry home. To Josephine Bassetti I leave my flirtatious manner, with the provision that she use it with discretion. I, Rolland Harter, do bequeath to Henry Wiedersheim my dignity, with full instructions on how it should be used, which will be scattered through the Book of Facts in the northeast corner of Room 11. To Harry Ludwig I leave my studious nature, with an earnest plea that he use it in German II. I, Christine Lea, leave to Zelma Eells my future prospects of being an old maid and hope that she will not overlook the opportunity. To Homer Conner I leave my fair complexion, and I hope that he will wear it becomingly. I, Raymond D. Roberts, do bequeath to Grace Tyler my sweet dis¬ position. To Martha Hibberd my ability to “raise a rough house”; but understand me now and forever, I bequeath to no one my walks over the hill after school. I, Lois McMichael, will my appreciation of rhythm, especially that brand found in ragtime, to Flora Otis, also my natural aptness in Sciences which makes me the marvel of the Physics class, to Wyima Wiswell. I, Theron James Seits, do bequeath to “Mack” my ability to “queen.” To Lyle B. DeHay my old Caesar fully translated, hoping that he may achieve my ability as a Latin scholar. To “Doc” Myers I leave my bow ties, with instructions on how to manipulate them. To Marshall Lea I leave my safety razor and talcum powder, hoping that he may not forget to use it often. Finally, to the luckiest one in the Junior class I leave my seat in the O. V. L. 1, Erminie Wiedersheim, leave to Marjorie Carrie my “rebellious curls,” with full instructions how they may be cared for and preserved to a good old age. To Zelma Black I leave my recently acquired knowledge of motors, and hope she may reap the benefits of my competent and careful instruction. I, Harold E. Thompson, will to George V. H. Cooley my C. H. S. belt which, owing to high prices, is the only one in existence, with the request that he take good care of it so that it may be passed on as an heirloom and not lost to our Alma Mater. To Bill Shipley I bequeath my calmness in argument and serenity of temperament with my aversion to disorder and injustice, which he will need in directing the business of the O. V. L. In witness whereof, we, the “Timorous Ten,” have hereunto set our hands and seals this seventh day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thou¬ sand nine hundred and seventeen. In the presence of FRED BRUSH, FRED DANIELS, FRED WHITAKER, PAULINE DE HAY, HAROLD E. THOMPSON, CHRISTINE LEA, ROLLAND D. HARTER, ETHEL DANIELS, MELVYN HALL, LOIS McMICHAEL, THERON J. SEITS, ERMINIE WIEDERSHEIM, RAYMOND D. ROBERTS. State of California, County of Sonoma—ss. George Brooke Warren, Notary Public 15

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we cannot be driven.” There is a heaven within us all, if we only so realized. Every action, however mean or petty it may seem to our uncomprehensive vision, may be ennobled to a great purpose, especially that greatest and what should be most desired by man, the purpose of pleasing God. Every little effort to further the happiness of others lifts us above ourselves and brings us near our Creator. It will teach us that this world was given to us to enjoy. No matter what our station in life may be, we can find happiness if we but feel that everything that befalls us is a link in the chain that Providence is weaving for the inevitable triumph of good over evil; that everything is for our final uplift. To reach this goal let us follow our class motto, ‘Love, labor and laugh,” for we know that if Browning had never sung another note than that which echoed after Pippa passes jubilant, radiating with perfect happi¬ ness, an inspiration of joy and good to humanity, we should feel that he had given to the world a heritage of marvelous value for reducing into concrete form the lesson that must be learned by us before happiness is permanently attained: “God’s in His heaven, all’s right with the world.” Erminie Wiedersheim. CLASS WILL. We, the terrific and illustrious class of 1917, C. U. H. S., having been pronounced by Drs. Donald and Billings, upon the reception of a $2000.00 fee, to be of tolerably sound mind and bodily strong and robust, not unduly influenced by the non-feared Faculty, do make and publish this our last will and testament, declaring as our heirs and assigns forever the said Faculty, the Janitor, Juniors, Sophomores and Freshmen in the following manner: The Faculty: To Miss Pierson, we bequeath our love and sincere appreciation of her patience and the interest which she has shown in our welfare. We also give to her the duty of being the life and inspiration of the new school as she has been of that which we are leaving. To Miss Wilcox, we leave our sober and dignified manner. For use in the Drawing class we have purchased for her three new Caproni casts. They are, “The Perishing Jellyfish,” “Bust of Kaiser Wilhelm,” and “A Cluster of Onions.” To Mr. Harter, we will a volume of “Little Women” by Louise Alcott, wherein he will find much food for thought and contemplation; also, he will find in the Palace of Fine Arts, concealed behind the bust of Caesar, a cer¬ tain ragtime record, to be used under the direction of Miss Wilcox for his consolation in moments of loneliness. To “Stella,” the janitor, we leave a pink certificate for life member¬ ship to our Senior Boys’ Pipe Club. To the Junior Class, separately and collectively, we bequeath our pains¬ takingly acquired and carefully maintained appreciation of Mr. Harter’s jokes. To the Sophomores, we leave a correspondence course in gracefulness and correct carriage. To the Freshmen girls, we will the green burlap drapery in Room 111, that they may design a robe for Caesar. I, Ethel Daniels, leave my powder puff to him who first answers the call of patriotism. Upon this may he pillow his weary head. My guardian¬ ship over a certain Junior boy I reluctantly relinquish to a well-known Fresh¬ man girl. I, E. Melvyn Hall, with all good intentions, do bequeath unto Lyle DeHay my “taking way.” He will find it of inestimable value in the acquir¬ ing of pencils, paper, pens, erasers, etc., so as to obviate the painful necessity 14

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WE BID YOU GOOD-BYE. I. In the Valley of the Moon, where the Russian River flows, Where the clover blossoms bloom, and the breeze so lightly blows, With the hills on every side, stands the school to us so dear. Where we gathered each school day—days of gladness, days of cheer. CHORUS. Cloverdale High! Cloverdale High! Gladly we came to you, and sadly we leave; Parting from school life doth make us all grieve. Teachers and classmates, we bid each good-bye. II. Where the skies are brilliant blue, and the sun doth ever shine; Where the redwoods, far and near, dwell among the oak and pine; Where the fields of vineyards vie with our oranges for fame; We, the class of seventeen, wish our school the fairest name. III. When our school days all are o’er, and our life’s long work begun, Then the future will unfold as each day’s work is well done. Then our memories of the years in this school so happily passed, And the lessons learned therein, will be cherished to the last. —Rolland Harter. 16