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

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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

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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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The Spectator has been so fortunate as to secure the services of a re¬ porter who can decipher accurately messages of events that may come to pass fifteen years from now. So far as we know, every other news agency has been limited in its accounts to events that occur, at the very most four or five days in the future, or to those that do not occur at all. We publish here a radio- telegram dated in nineteen hundred thirty-two. Chicago, Ill., May 28, 1932. Mr. Rolland Harter, Washington, D. C. My Dear Mr. Harter: You are to accompany Mr. E. M. Hall, our United Press Correspondent, as private wireless telegrapher to The Hague. Mr. Hall will leave on the Lightning Express from New York, June 1st, at one o clock P. M. A radio- telegram informs him of your appointment. Yours truly, JAMES GRAY, Manager of the United Press Bureau. The privilege of going to The Hague as private wireless operator gave me great pleasure. The fact that I was to accompany one of my high school classmates whom 1 had not seen for fifteen years, added great anticipations. I was so eager to have the opportunity of talking with him about old times and finding out all I could of the other members of the class that the two intervening days dragged along all too slowly. The appointed hour found me aboard the Lightning Express. This is no misnomer, for it certainly is the swiftest conveyance that this world has ever seen. A hermetically sealed car, containing its own light and air supply, is made to radiate an electric force that destroys all friction and nullifies air 17