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

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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

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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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pressure. In an hour after leaving New York it lands you on the other side of what may now well be termed the big pond. As soon as I was settled and had taken some slight cognizance of my surroundings I looked around to find Melvyn. The first knowledge 1 had of his presence was a grip on the shoulder and a hearty handshake. “Hello, old fellow. How are you? Where have you been all the time? What have you been doing?” He had changed a great deal since I last saw him. He was taller and looked more like a football athlete. His voice had taken on a deep bass tone. The curly locks of former days had been completely subdued and a severe pompadour installed in their stead. We sought a comfortable seat and began talking over the old school days and what had happened since. Nothing would do but I must tell my own story first, and since it could be made short, I complied. After graduating I studied engineering and became an operator of a bi-plane, after which I enlisted in the army. I was then sent to France where I was placed in command of a flying squadron. After being there for some time, I was wounded and sent to a hospital. While recuperating 1 learned wireless telegraphy. I have been employed by the United Press Correspond¬ ence Bureau for some time. Right now let me say, Melvyn, that you need not tell me about your¬ self, for yesterday I saw your name in big headlines in the National Eagle, and the interesting article which followed told some very fine things about you; how you went to the University of California and gained such a reputa¬ tion as a comedian and impersonator that you received a flattering offer to act for the movies at five hundred dollars a week. This was certainly a temptation, but you still clung to the conviction that you could serve your country better with your pen, and so you took a position in a small news¬ paper office. A year later you became a reporter for The American Globe. Last summer you were appointed reporter of European affairs for the United Press Correspondence Bureau. About two weeks ago a letter came stating that you were to go to The Hague. This was a most delightful surprise, for your wife is a native of Belgium and is overjoyed at the opportunity of visiting once more the dear home land from which, as a little child, she had been forced to flee during the terrible world war of 1915-17. But all this is not news to you, so we will leave it until later. “Do you know what has become of all our classmates?” “Yes. Erminie has married one of the world’s greatest inventors. Many people are indebted to his ingenuity for a mechanical contrivance which enables an automobile or flying machine to be controlled without having to keep the hands on the steering wheel. This is said to be a very great im¬ provement, as it allows the driver the free use of his hands without endan¬ gering the lives of others. I heard that when he proposed to her, she told him that if he would invent something that would be of benefit to the world, within one year from that time, she would marry him. Its benefit to the world is doubted by some, but I am told that she regards it as the greatest thing ever thought of.” “By the way,” said Melvyn, “whom do you think I saw in the city yester¬ day? I was registering in the Astor Hotel when I ran across Pauline. She is the same excepting that she has grown more dignified, and is a little more quiet; but her eyes are as fascinating as ever and she still looks young. She has just returned from Greece where she has been superintending extensive excavations to find the birthplace of Homer. While teaching Greek in Vas- sar College she became so enamoured of this wonderful poet that she spurned all the flattering offers of devoted suitors and decided to give her life to the work of erecting, in his native village, a monument to this bard of an- 18