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

Text from Pages 1 - 104 of the 1920 volume:

Qbt spectator 192a Ipmbltsbeb b tbe Stubent 38ob of tbe Cloverbale Ibigb School Cloverdale, California 3 u Ttemoriam Frances 3 a?mon5 yClcd rav Our h love6 an6 respecte schoolmate, who passed away 3utte 1919, To Our Principal, Rav C. Olmstead, we, the staff, dedicate this issue of the Spectator, in apprecia¬ tion of his faithful, helping and unfailing work during the past school year. W. H. Shipley . F. J. Frates . M. M. Carrie . Zelma Black . Josephine Bassetti . Louise Hastie . Ruby T. Ingram . Mabel Loomis . Clifford Adcock .:. Arcada Williams . Paul K. Weage . Edna Cooley . Mary Louise Weiderslieim. Mary Gianoli . Eulah Adcock . Roy S. Tod ... Irene Gibbins . Doreen Mellville . Cliff. H. Barker . Philip B. Brandt . John Ornbaum .. ..Editor in Chief .Asst. Editor Senior History .Class Wiil Class Prophecy .Juniors .Sophomores . Freshmen .O. V. S. .Literary .Alumni .Society .„.Dramatics .Girls’ Athletics .Boys’ Athletics .Art Department .Snaps .Joshes .Business Manager Asst. Business Manager EDITORIAL The Spectator again wishes to greet its friends after this ab¬ sence of two years. In doing so the staff thinks it only fair to state why our annual was omitted in 1918 and 1919. In the spring of 1918 preparations were made for the Annual, but just at that time the Red Cross and other organizations were in great need of money. The student body, being patriotic, and desirous of do¬ ing everything they could for the good of the country and oui bo s over there decided by a unanimous vote to give all the Annual money to the Junior Red Cross. The next year prices were so high that, instead of the regular annual, an elaborate Commencement Program was print- ed. This year all the members of the school have put forth their best efforts and tried to make this Spectator equal to, if not better, than its predecessors. The Exchange department this year has of necessity been entirely omitted since our exchange numbers are now two years old, we hope that next year, however, we shall have a large list. During the war, the number of boys in high school was small and consequently not so much could be done in athletics. This year, how¬ ever, they are sufficiently numerous to have given quite an impetus to athletic activities so that we can reasonably expect to have a tine show¬ ing next year. Since this is the first book published after the return of more nor¬ mal conditions, is has behooved us to put forth our best endeavor to make it a credit to our school, and we, the Staff, hope it will be re¬ ceived by its readers in the spirit in which it has been prepared. • ' wmm yx.‘ . ■- m: A £■ : !HS FLOWER COLORS CECIL BRUNNER ROSE PINK AND GREEN MOTTO They succeed who dare to do CLASS RECOLLECTIONS Eleven mischievous, merry making, but frightened Freshmen we were when we took t he opportune time to enter high school on that balmy day in August 1916. It was indeed quite a novel experience. At first our superiors talked with such intellectual superiority that we were completely overwhelmed with humiliation at our ignorance. These first impressions, however, soon faded from our minds and ve startled the upper classmen by showing ourselves brave And daring. Unlike so many previous Freshmen classes, we were not pampered and humored babies but an eager willing group of boys and girls, endowed with an abundance of school spirit. The difference between our class and other classes causted us to be put hard at work. We helped in Securing the passage of the bonds for the new school house. Nothing fcould have pleased us better, for, bf course we delired above anything else to show ourselves useful as well as ornamental. Our members also displayed talent along other tines, for two of Our classmates, Marjorie Carrie and Edmond Donald, were chosen to speak on the joint declamation contests held by Clover ' dale, HoplAncl And Geyserville. Graduation seemed in the remote future and four years of hard study stared at us as a drudgery, but we all agreed that if we did not Accomplish those things which seemed impossible we could lay no claim to being Americans. Our first year of high school was finished in the pavilion but this .was delightful because we all were anxious Vo see the new school build¬ ing erected. Our Sophomore year proved more interesting than the preceding one. Perhaps it was our new surroundings,that inspired us with such seal for study. Caesar’s Gallic wars that had caused him so many trials were as a mere nothingness to. us, while Geometry just increased our eagerness to study and attain higher things. It was so pleasant to have a fine auditorium in which to give entertainments that we bent all our talents and untiring efforts to make the high school vaudeville a suc¬ cess. Little by little we were nearing the top of the ladder and we at last found ourselves Juniors. Here w.e were comforted with many new and grave responsibilities but we still bad time for some diversions. The boys and girls were mucli interested in athletics and therefore took a prominent part in all sports. The influenza epidemic caused school to close abruptly and the graduation class of 191.9 said farewell to us with little formality. A sudden realization came over ns that we, the class of 1920, were to take their vacant places. The idea was certainly interesting for nothing was more consol¬ ing, after being domineered over by the Seniors, than that we could sit least take out our vengeance on the lower classmen. We were now real Seniors and we thoroughly enjoyed all the veneration given to us by those less exalted. We were all well aware that our Senior year would he much dif¬ ferent than the other three years, but we knew, too, that if we concen¬ trated all our efforts we should finally be victorious. The commencement exercises are drawing nigh, and, as we are about to bid farewell to the old Blue and Gold, we must indeed express our feelings of gratitude and appreciation for the unceasing efforts of our teachers in helping us to reach this goal. As we look back over our high school days, we forget all our seem¬ ingly diflfcult problems and remember only our joys and triumphs. We eacli resolve that we will always prove true to C. H. S. and its colors, “Blue and Gold”. For the future we intend to keep ever in mind our motto: “They Succeed Who Dare to Do!” —M. Carrie, ’20. CLASS WILL We, the Seniors of the Class of ’20 of C. H. S. here assembled on this tenth day of June in the year of our Lord 1920 do hereby bequeath the following to those ' here mentioned; to the Faculty, our standards set for studiousness as an example for them to uphold to the following classes and our respect and acknowledgement of the fact that it has been through their sincere helnfulness that we have tra eled this far on our journey to success. To the Juniors we leave our good will, knowing they will value this more highly than any tangible property. To the Sophomores we leave our reputation and good looks. To the Freshmen we leave our lockers in the hall, where they may deposit their notes for safe keeping and hope that the knowledge the get when Seniors will aid them to write better ones. I, Martha Hibberd, do bequeath to Irene Gibbons my good be¬ havior during recitation, so that she may hear the questions that Mr. Olmstead asks her. To Johnnie Ornbaum, I will my knowledge of how to write notes during study periods as I notice he doesn’t know how. To Betty Bently I leave my quiet ways which she must cultivate in order to become a dignified Senior in four years. 1 o Alfred Im- perials I leave my protection over a certain Sophomore girl. To Isabelle Lile I leave my love for dear old C. H. S. and the Bine and Gold. May she cherish it as I do. To Vina McGalian I will give a microscope for her to carry with her so she will have no difficulty in finding “Shrimp.” I, Marjorie Carrie, do bequeath my protection over Roy Todd to Mary Bassetti and only hope that she soon may become accustomed to his daily lectures on affection. To Edna Cooley I leave my unaffectionate disposition toward the opposite sex and request she pass it on at her own discretion. My love for Beniice Grant, I will to Francis Frates and entreat him to improve upon it if he can. While to Bernice Grant I leave my admiration for the Healds- burg boys coupled with my deeper interest in the Cloverdale boys. Eulah Adcock may appreciate my dramatic talent, which I am willing to bequeath to her. I, Zelma Black, do bequeath my experience with Maxwells and ? to Mary Gianoli and also feel it my duty to leave her my method of mak¬ ing a certain young man behave. I know she cannot help but find it a success if she will be patient, loving, and kind toward him. To Doreen Melville, I leave my sociability, hoping she will take full advantage of it. Knowing Marie Louise’s admiration for Oleander trees, 1 bequeath a whole Grove of them to her. To Bob Leavitt I leave my seat at the Methodist church. Why? Ask Bob, he knows. To Aldice Saunders I leave the Presidency of the student body, desiring that he may perform its duties faithfully. I, Josephine Bassetti, do bequeath to Bernice Haehl my studious nature and hope she will use it profitably. To Carmella Perli I leave my love for Basket Ball. To Dollie Leavitt I leave Canarv Cottage for her future vears in C. H. S. To Albert Mathews I will my good behavior and hope he will use it constantly. To Fern Bettinger I leave my splendid appearance. I, Louise Hastie, do bequeath to Anna Urr my place in the Chem¬ istry laboratory, and my secret formula for laughing gas on condition that she will not experiment on the Faculty. To Doris Van Winkle I leave my ability to give lectures on how- other people should act. v , rnl rT . ... To Clifford Adcock I will nay invaluable book on The Hazing nt the Freshest Freshman,” as I know he will need it next year. I hope he will keep it in circulation. To Arcada Williams 1 leave my well behaved eyes, and desire that she use them with discretion. To Nels Johnson I leave my knack of getting through classes with¬ out serious concentration on my part. I, Bill Shipley, do hereby bequeath the following to my Tower class¬ men friend . To Cliff Barker I leave my special hat hook in the gent’s cloak room. For a whole year I have used this hook and protected it from the ravages of Freshmen and the like. I hope that he will pio- fect it in the future as I have in the past. To Rubv Ingram I leave my ability to refrain from blushing at tli wrong moment. 1 know Ruby will appreciate this, as she is some what troubled by very pretty but rather unruly blushes which have an un- comfortable effect. To that demure little Fresbman girl, Algetlia Rogers, I leave m broken fountain pen. It was a very good one, even if it was cheap, but it is now flambasticated beyond repair. Nevertheless, it will make a Very neat souvenir and I hope she will accept it in the spirit in which it is given. I also want her to have my “Heroes and Hero Worship” by Carlyle. I have waded through its mysteries and wonderfulness and I know that it will be a great source of comfort to her, should she ever fail in a test or other school annoyance. Lee Bettinger I know will appreciate my faculty for forgetting to do English and then making it up the next day. I also leave to him my famous glasses which I know will give him the appearance of one with a masterly mind. They might even enhance his chance with the fUlT To Bernice McPhearson I leave my mechanical drawing board and what is left of the art gum, as she is a great art enthusiast. I know these little remembrances will be not only ornamental but useful. I, George Cooley, do bequeath to Eulah Adcock my chemistry apparatus, with the admonition that she guard it more zealously than her life. This outfit is the result of many weeks of painstaking col¬ lecting. The privilege of adding to it when ever the opportunity shows itself is hereby granted. The Senior Class join me in the hope that the above will aid materially in mixing drinks at the Soda Fountain. To you, Nells Johnson, I relinquish all rights to my eurting irons,, which have served me so faithfully in the past. The use of this little instrument will east a spell over the weaker sex and I know you will be •quick to follow up the advantage gained thereby. Knowing that Mabel Loom is is an ardent basketball fan, 1 make her custodian of the C. H S. catcher’s glove and mask. These articles have led to many a broken finger and bruised shin, so take the very best care possible of them. To Mary Moody I loan ray Ford, not having the heart to give it •away. With it also, goes my favorite phonograph record, A Little Bit of Heaven.” I have always associated them and know she will do likewise. I, Paul Weage, leave a good assortment of well chewed pencils and ‘•one thumb tack in good condition to Roy Tod for mechanical drawing next year. I leave my privilege of arguing in Fnglish class, to Phil Brandt. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hands and seals, ■this tenth day of June, A. D., Ninteeen hundred and twenty (1D20). Signed: Zelma Black, Marjorie Carrie, Josephine Bassetti, Mar¬ tha I libberd, Louise Hastie, Paul Weage, William Shipley, George! Coolej 7 , In the presence of John Ornbaum, Robert Leavitt, •Nels Johnson In the summer of 1935, I took my first trip to the Hawaiian Islands in a bi-plane. The visit was pleasant and interesting. The first thing I noticed were the odd-looking people there. They were a dark race, mostly Japanese. I found a delightful climate, game and fish in abun¬ dance, and fruits and vegetables of many varities. During my first day in Honolulu, as I was coming out of the fine library building, a voice from the distance called, “Hello Joe! Hello Joe!” I turned. Who was this fine looking woman! An American? Why Zelma, of course! I was delighted to see I had met a friend away off in this strange island, one of my classmates of the year 1920. “Why Zelma, how are you! What have you been doing these fifteen years?” I asked. “I am very well, thank you. I don’t imagine you know that I am married to the United States Ambassador in France, Mr. Burke, do you? We came over here on our honeymoon trip.” “Why no, Mrs. B-u-r-k-e, really?” We quickly decided to go down to the hotel to have luncheon to¬ gether, as Mr. Burke had an appointment w ith one of the city’s officials, and had left his wife to amuse herself until evening. “Do you know what has become of any of our classmates?” “Why yes. Mr. Burke told me the other day that he met Martha Hibberd in Paris. She is a Latin and French teacher there. She is a perfect Parisienne now. She has grown tall and stately, and is very aristocratic in her manners. Her French accent is perfect and she has rceived many honors as a teacher. Martha is very devoted to her pro¬ fession but is planning to return to her mountain home in Yorkville next spring. Hasn’t she more than fulfilled all expectations? I would just love to see her when she comes back.” Zehna told me many things about herself, how she had become deeply interested in International law and after special courses in all the °reat European Universities, she had begn appointed legal advisor to the Supreme Council of the League of Nations. Through her ef¬ forts war bad been averted at least twice and it was beginning to seem as if the dream of perpetual p eace might be fulfilled. She had held this position for five years and felt that the world could not possibly get along without her service, when, suddenly, one day she met the Ambassador. It was love at first sight, and first love at that, with both of them. Of course the inevitable had happened and she now felt that she could serve the world much better by taking care of just one man and helping him in his work. From Honolulu I went to Texas and while visiting my cousin in M aco one evening, I picked up the Daily News in which I saw in red headlines across the front page, “America’s Millions Saved from Famine.” After three years of hard work, the impossible had been accomplished by a Cloverdale boy. By experiments with the pollen from several varities of potatoes purchased from Ireland and Buckeye trees from California, George Cooley had produced a wonderful potato substitute which is named the Buck-tato. It grows on the Buck¬ eye bush, is very hardy, yields abundantly and is very nourishing and palatable. I remember that even in my school days, potatoes were very expensive but it seems that each succeeding year had increased the price until ' they were not buyable by anyone but millionaires. By this substitute many lives were saved, for famine had been certain but for it. I next looked at the “Operatic Section.” The first name that struck me was the play, “Judy of Rogues’ Harbor,” by Louise at the Alcatraz in Denver, August 15th. I nearly fell over. I could not wait until the next day. I was homeward bound this time. The evening of the 15tli found me sitting watchfully waiting for Louise to step out on the stage. Here she comes. How dainty are lier actions. How sweet is her voice! As spon as the play was ended I sent her my card. Instead of sending her manager to find me, she herself came right on with the messenger. She was still in her stage costume. A great mass of kinky curls fell over her shoulders and her sweet black eyes looked gt me in amazement. She told me that she had gone on the stage soon after graduating, and liked jt very much. I persuaded her to come home with me for the night, so we found our way to the touring car I had just purchased. “Listen Joe! I saw Paul about a month ago in Minnesota and he fold me that Bill had purchased a goat farm in Switzerland. He loves the Alps. Do you know that he has invented’ a Basket Plane! It is a wire contrivance resembling a clothes basket, which, by the aid ot wheels runs along two heavy wires about three feet apart. A small pngine run by electricity forces it up hill. With this he travels back and forth from the mountain-top ranch to his villa down in the valley. It is simply grand to live above the clouds whenever you choose to do so. He finished college 1925, went to Davis and was later appointed president of the American Farmer’s Association. He became terri¬ bly interested in domestic animals and determined to own a farm of- his own.” “Wiry is Bill a farmer! I always pictured him as destined to become a great historian, or philosopher of some sort. And yet, as you say, he probably lives buch higher than he should ever have been able to do had he chosen one of those professions.” We had now arrived at my home. We both slipped into the house quietly, for the family was asleep. Here we sat talking over old times till the glow of morning lighted the east. “What has become of Marjorie and Paul!” I asked. “Marjorie is now in Minnesota. Thwarted in love at an early gge, she decided to take elocufion at Comsfocck College of Oratory in Evanston. After years of a successful career, at last her heart had been struck by Cupid’s dart. The ideal of her dreams was no less a person than the President of the International Association of Inventors, Paul Weage. Her husband was so engrossed in his business that, like the Edison of our school days, he had forgotten the possession of such a charming creature as a wife and led an ever-struggling life in an at¬ tempt to prefect his latest scheme, a lieatless incubator. When he suc¬ ceeds and puts it on the market his fortune will be made forever. Oil is so expensive that any device that can dispense with the need of heat in some degree will be invaluable. Marjorie says that she is glad to endure this iack of attention on the part of her husband, for she knows he is devoting himself to a cause that will bring lasting fame to both of them. All her present inconvenience and suffering is completely swallowed up in the thought of the wonderful days that will come when they are quintillionaires. She has already drawn plans for ten won¬ derful palaces that she will erect in different parts of the universe. One of them is on Mars, another on the Sun, and a third on the North Star. She hopes to have a class reunion in 1971 in the most magnifi¬ cent one, which is located on Venus. She has already made a contract with Mercury to provide for our transportation. She is to pay him two billion dollars for coming to the earth and gathering up six of us with our families and to convey us to the most beautiful of all heavenly bodies. In a year or two from now she will have the arrange¬ ments so complete that she can send us definite invitations. In the meantime, I know that you are glad to get this advance hint, for the anticipation of this trip and visit will surely he most pleasant to all of us. What a grand time we will have planning the preparations for such a wonderful visit. Just think! We will be approaching our sev¬ entieth year then, but Marjorie and Paul assure us tliat this palace will contain a fountain of youth that will bring us back to the prime of life.” ‘‘Do you think we shall ever want to come back to earth?” “That is a question I cannot answer, Louise, I am so completely overcome with the prospect of it all, that I shall need days to recover my usual composure.” Juniors f To me this seems the ideal stage of high school life, for then you are no longer what is termed as a lower classman, neither are you a Senior. A Senior feels his superiority entirely too much and he is too near the end of the good old High School days. A Junior is just right, at least in his own opinion, even though the following year he generally changes his mind. By the time most high school students have become Juniors they begin to have some appreciation of the ne¬ cessity of having a high ambition and of working hard in order to ac¬ complish it. Certainly a class never had better or higher ambitions than the class of ’21. I believe most of their ambitions were planned even when the members were only Freshmen. Our ' class is composed of ingenuity, resolution and determination. Pep, though the smallest word, is the biggest factor. In other words, it is Our middle name. We study hard, have a lot of fun and are popu¬ lar all at the same time—a thing which some people think is impos¬ sible. Our class is small, but why should we care! Consider the quality and not the quantity. At least it is good what there is of it, so we think we have a right to feel proud. We have five members, one boy and four girls. I believe the boy will be a great statesman, or else a famous orator, if he continues to be as good in that line as he now is. One Junior girl is working hard to become a nurse, and another, an actress. Both are quite determined in spite of urgent persuasions of some of their friends. The two remaining girls are deeply interested in be¬ coming school teachers and they are planning their future work with great care. We can only hope that we will be as successful in our life work as we have been in our school work, and that the deeds of the class of 21 will be a source of pride and gratification to all who are interested in Cloverdale and its schools. THE SOPHOMORES We Sophomores freely admit that we have a fine opinion of ourselves; but why shouldn’t we? In the first place we were told that we were among the best classes ever promoted from the eiarhth grade of the Cloverdale Grammar School. Naturally, we, being foolish young things, eras¬ ed that word “among,” lfiaking the sentence read “the best.” Our Freshman year, at its end, found us still undaunted though our tempers had, at times, been severely tried by the fun-loving upper classmen. Even in that first year we made a creditable showing in the athletic field; of course, it is understood that we more than held up our end in the studies. But light here I want to confess that the Sophomore class is not quite perfect. It lacks just one thing, which, believe-it or not as yon wish, is essential to perfection. We haven’t enough boys! The fact is our class resembles a branch of a girls’ seminary at first glance. Three boys can’t possibly T make much of a showing in a crowd of twelve girls. They simply haven’t a chance. Let me present this heroic trio to von by name: Messrs. Grancis Frates, Boy Todd and Clifford Barker. You can easily see that they must be made of “sterner stuff” to survive such a bunch of girls. Every one of them has brought honors home to the class. Frates is one of the best players on the basket ball team, as is Barker, the latter being an especially fine forward. Both are fine vaulters. Todd is in his zenith on the track, having brought back some points for C. H. S. We, one and all? look back on the past year with feelings not un¬ tinged by regret. Begret that it is so nearly over, thus striking off the second of the years we will spend in C. H. S.; and a tiny bit of regret for things done and undone. But as we turn from thoughts of the past to contemplations of the future we brighten quckly. Ahead lies a whole } T ear, a clean page on which the record of our class will be writ¬ ten. Let us hope that there will be few blots to mar that record; and so that you may see that hope fulfilled, we say, WATCH US ! When we came to C. U. H. S. we ranged from five to six feet in height. We came determined to get the upper hand over the higher classes since we had the largest number as well as the greatest weight of any class in school. At the appointed time, however, we were pounced upon, one by one, and when we resisted, the handcuffs were used. We were also treated to Limberger and quinine. On September tenth, we were the honored guests at the “Fresh¬ man Reception.” We were given pacifiers and made to sit in a corner decorated with green. At Christmas, Leonard Campbell and Henry Christy left us, re¬ ducing our number to fifteen. Later Albert Matthews and Lee Bet- tinger joined us, and, as the school term is drawing to a close, we have our original number, seventeen. We promise you that some day we shall be as dignified and wise as any Senior class that has ever been known. ■ We have decided this year to.devote our Literary Department to one phase of our English work which we have found very interest¬ ing—stories of the early times in Cloverdale. It has been a delightful task to gather these anecdotes and this history. The only regret is that the few pages allotted to us can contain so small a part of what we would like to tell you. We have in most cases selected those events which are not purely local but which have some bearing upon the his¬ tory of the surrounding country. We feel that the doing of this work has helped us to arouse in us the spirit of Patriotism which begins at home but which deepens and expands until it embraces the State, the Nation and the World. THE EARLY DAYS Sometime in the late fifties of the past century an adventurous young man from Missouri was making his way up the Russian River. He reached a little valley bordered on the east and on the west by hills which met and closed in on the north. He was much attracted to it as we saw it nestled there so peacefully under the rays of the setting sun, which touched it with a fond caress. ' On the hills, and scattered about in graceful little groves in the valley, were oaks, madrones and pepperwood trees. Bears and other wild animals were roaming about enjoying their evening meal of clover burrs. Only a few small spots had been cleared for farms. As he spread his bed for the night, he sincerely wished that this beautiful spot might have been his destina¬ tion. • That was not his good fortune, and yet kind fate so arranged it that his grandchildren and his great grandchildren should have the privilege of living there. Other travelers came and many of them were so impressed by the charm of this little place that they returned very soon to make it their home. The large pepperwood tree still standing on West street, lias sheltered many a camper who, after a night spent under its wide spreading boughs, woke with the determination to roam no farther. And so, little by little, the valley was populated; soon fields of grain covered the land, fine stock was raised for the market and later vine¬ yards and orchards were planted. All this land was originally a Spanish grant called the Muscalon. It was bought by Mr. Markel and then the name Markelville was given to the community. In 1858 Mr. Kleiser bought from Mr. Markel eight hundred acres, stretching from the Russian River on the east to the foothills on the west and from Heald’s Hill on the north to the present city limits on the south. This became the site of the town. The first farm house was located where now stands the beautiful home of Dr. Elwood Mead. Later Markel’s Inn was built on Main Street. This house is now known as the Field place. The first store was a little harness shop. Where Dineen’s Pharmacy now is, was lo¬ cated the first grocery store. It soon became evident that a new town was to grow up here, so Mr. Kleiser had the land surveyed. Lots were sold at a nominal price and settlers came rapidly. Near the north end of the town was a beautiful little grove. This was given for a school site. It is those same trees which now make our grounds one of the most beautiful in the state. Here a little one room building was put up. Soon another room was added, but the town grew so fast it was not long until it was necessary to have several rooms. The patriotic cititens made cash contributions to a fund which was sufficiently large to erect the building which served us for school pur¬ poses until within the last few years. During all this time the mail had to come from Healdsburg. This was very inconvenient, so the citizens decided to petition the govern¬ ment for a postoffice. Then came the question of a name. Several pio- neerss claim the credit for having suggested the one that was chosen, and really, we can easily understand how it may originally have occur¬ red to many of them at the same time, when we remember that the lux¬ uriant growth of clover reached in many cases to the flanks of the horses, as the farmers drove them back and forth to work. No wonder that Cloverdale seem to them a most appropriate name for the little valley town. Then in 1872 came the railroad. Cloverdale was its terminus for years. This made it also the starting point for several stage lines. Traf- fic brought prosperity. New stores of all kinds were started to sup¬ ply the wants of the people. And so the town grew to the size that we now see, always retaining the nature of a community of friends—the characteristic which was so marked in its early days. In the following pages you will find a few anecdotes and some of the events of Cloverdale’s early history. These must of necessity be brief and few. We can say nothing of the barn dances and the corn huskinffs. and sinking schools and the quilting bees, where old and young found amusement and recreation. At these and other social Catherines was nurtured the feeling of good fellowship and friendli¬ ness which makes Cloverdale a name loved by all who have ever made it their home. —Z. B. THE BEST THING IN CLOVERDALE Somewhere in California there is a pretty little village surrounded by forest covered mountains, where small streams of water flow in the deep canvons, and go seeking the sunny valley below. There they ioin the Russian River and linger along as though loath to leave this wonderful spot where all is peaceful and harmonious. Green fields cover each side of the river. In the very center of the valley is a busi¬ ness-like little town with its small white cottages covered with roses. T] ie o an e blossoms near by send their sweet perfume to mingle with that of the roses. It is very hard to determine what is the best thing in such a per¬ fect spot, for everything combined seems to me the best of all. Take awav the river and it is no longer perfect; take away the mountains and it is not complete, but I have pondered carefully and have come to the conclusion that it is the school that is the best of all. What would a perfect spot be without the little boys and girls playing around their homes, their baby voices pealing forth the glee that fills their hearts! The older people would become narrow minded and selfish without their influence, and they would have no one to work for, and no on ' 1 to love. Realizing the importance of education for their children, the citi¬ zens of Cloverdale built a school house where they might send them to learn many necessary tilings. As time went on Cloverdale became more thickly populated so a larger buliding was erected, but after many more years a still larger and more modern school was built. Many new conveniences were put into it, and new equipment made it possible to use better methods of instruction. When the pupils started to school in the new building, they put more interest into their work, and were proud of their school. They seemed to put more vim and zeal into their tasks as a result of pleas¬ anter environments. When a child tirst starts to school he knows practically nothing concerning the world in which he is living. He soon discovers that there are many, many more children, and that he cannot always have his own way. He must give in to others and he is always under the watchful eye of the teacher so that his active mind and body are kept busy doing right and good things. As he goes on through the different grades he learns more and more about life and its puzzles. Oh, how proud he is when he receives his diploma, and realizes that his gram¬ mar school days are over and he is no longer a child. He enters high school and becomes a very proud, but a very iris ' ll ten ed Freshman. He goes more deeply into the things he needs in his course through life. He discovers the many secrets of algebra, geometry, and all the sciences he has heard so much about. What a wonderful thing a good education is, and yet so few realize it until it is too late. When he reaches the highest, and long envied position of a dignified Senior, he studies hard in order to set a good example for the younger ones. Then THE day comes. Commencement is always full of anxious waiting and expectation for all concerned. They think, after it is all over of the many happy days spent in old C. H. S., and of the times when they might have learned more than they did. After they graduate some go to College, some to Normal Schools and others to work. No matter how famous they may become, nor how many splendid cities they may see, they will never forget the little home town where they spent so many joyous days. This little town, with its loyal citizens who are all so interested in the welfare of their children, sends them away with many an aching heart, to finish their education, thinking they will never care to stay at home again. But they all come back, and they all say that there is no place like home. No matter what they do after they finish school, they are prepared and better fitted for the position by their education in the school, which iis the VERY best thing in the VERY best town of all! —Ruby. THE OLD DAYS The old days, the old ways, are calling me, They beckon me, I seem to see— The glad times and sad times of youth again And fondly wish the ‘■‘now ’ we� e “then.” Chorus Sad thoughts stealing as dims the sunset’s glowing; Sets wistful mem’ries flowing Of the days no more. I know those scenes can not come back, as Time ne’er turns upon bis track, I’m seeing visions, visions, of the days that were. Oh why do T call those days gone by— That so did fly, and for them sigh ? The sun shines at all times, for every one, And looking backward spoils the fun I Chorus Glad dreams, sad dreams, of youthful times no more. Of days that soon were o’er, And can not come again. For “now” has .joys “then” never had, so life, it Isn’t half so bad. And hearts are joyous, joyous, as they ' ve ever beenf —Mabel HOW THEY CELEBRATED Haw you aver seen and eaten real good juicy tilings? You may think you have, but, if you did not live forty years ago, you never have. In those days, real banquets were seen in Cloverdale. Does this bring to your mind anything your grandmothers have told you? If it does will you. go back with me to their time? This particular banquet was an occasion of great rejoicing, since it was held in honor of the new school building which was the pride of all the citizens. Everyone from far and near knew of the grand cele¬ bration that was to be held and excitedly planned for a good time. Mothers were found bakin ; delicious pies and cakes, while older sisters took care of the babies without the usual objection. All is reach’. It is the day set for the celebration. There is the little farmhouse of four rooms. Go with me into the kitchen. At one side is a table. Beside this is a bench on which rests a clothes basket. Mother is seen busily working over the table, sister is carrying some¬ thing from the pantry. She sets it on the table and turns. What can it be? We were behind her and could see only the rim of the platter. BEHOLD! A golden brown, thirty pound turkey. Could yon ever see a more delicious bird? Mother packs this in the Very bottom of the bas¬ ket, and next, big mincec, pumpkin, lemon and apple pies are seen de¬ scending. She now fits in jars of choice pickles and olives with her best jams and jellies. Two boards are then put across the basket so none of the delicious goodies will be mashed and spoiled. Four big layer cakes are next put in. One has a caramel frosting; another, orange; another is pink and white, while still another has pure thick whiped cream. Smaller articles, such as apples and nuts, fill up the crevices. In the center, packed closely, are grandmothers choice mince¬ meat cookies. And please remember that every mother brought just such a basket as this, with only a little variation in the selection of good things. The long looked for day dawns bright and clear. Everything is life and commotion. The roads in every direction are lined with v’agons and buggies. Merry laughing people fill the seats and large clothes baskets peep out from under their canvas cover. “Why the clothes basket?”, you will ask. Yon must remember that, in those days, fancy, up to date lunch cases were not seen and everyone always was so liberal that even the big basket was scarcely large enough. It is evening at last. The school building is packed, while many stray around the yard. Up stairs two fiddles can be beard and the schuffle of feet tells us there is dancing. We see the floor filled with merrymakers. What do you suppose they dance? Quadrills, Virginia Reel, French Four, Mazurka and Visuviana, swung off to the tune of Arkansas Traveler, Irish Washerwoman and Marching Through Georgia. See the happy faces as all step blithly through the figures that are tailed. Yonder is the “Belle of the Ball.” You can’t guess what her dress is made of. Women look on her with envy. The cloth, the very I est that can be bought, is thirty-five cent calico. The waist is made tivhtly fitting, the sleeves are immense puffs, the skirt is tight at the waist and small, while at the bottom it descends large and full with many rows of hoops inside. There is a lull. Supper is announced. Everyone rushes for the door and gayly shoves and pushes with the rest. What a surprise? As the tables are seen, many stop to look with wonder. Who would want a more gorgeous sight than these appitizing dishes! In the very center, is a pig, roasted a eolden brown, with a pretty shiny red apple in its mouth. Around this are turkeys, chickens, pies, cakes, cookies, pud¬ dings, jams, jellies, pickles, and many other delicious things. When everyone is seated larsre cups of steaming coffee are passed around. While all those who can find room are enjoying the feast, those who must wait continue to dance. Now they whirl in and out and around, merrily laughing as they change partners, gliding, balancing with the music which races on with greater and greater speed until it stops suddenly, for the fiddlers are completely exhausted. Beads of perspiration stand on their brows. How happy they are that it is their turn to come down to the feast to refresh and revive themselves. An amateur takes up the fiddle and a number of those who were lately at the table have, with some effort, ascended the stairs so that the dance floor does not stand idle. After a time the master musicians return and gayety reigns su¬ preme for several hours. Then a rooster’s crow is heard. Why do the dancers rush for the windows? It is dawn. The fiddles are placed in their cases. Reluctantly, even at this hour, all realize that the party is over. After many good-byes, the people, tingling with pride over the new school building, find tbeir way once more to their peaceful homes, some to snatch a little rest, others to begin at once the labor of another day. —B. M. ONE ON THE PROFESSOR When the school was first started in Cloverdale, the pupils in the upper grades were mostly men from eighteen to twenty-five years of age and a rather rough class to handle. One day, when the hoys were in an unusually good humor, they went down stairs and invaded the Professor ' s office. Four of them took hold of him and escorted him up stairs, where they put him out •of the window, head first, and held I 11 mb ythe heels. Then they threat¬ ened to drop him unless he would take them all down town for a treat. He finally yielded to their demand an a recess was called while he and the hoys adjourned to get their drink of “Whiskey. •—William. THE TABLFS ARE TURNED In the early days of Cloverdale the teachers had many and Various experiences, some humorous, others bordering on the tragic. The one that I am about to relate came dangerously near falling into the latter class. Some forty years ago school was held in the upper story of the old building, then new and the pride of the town. Among other things of interest there were a few characters among the pupils. Four of these were strongly built hoys, all older than their teacher. It had been their one glory for many years to break up school for everv man the Board could hire. This time they realized that it would not he so easy, and yet they felt it a disgrace to let their reputation wane. Something must be done to show this fellow his place and to make him meekly respectful to them during the time that they were to spend in his schoolroom. His size was somewhat against them for he stood six feet two from heel to crown. But he was slightly lame and rather delicate in appearance and so they felt perfectly confident that they should be suc¬ cessful. One day this school master had presumed to assert his authority by calling to time one of the famous four. Now was their chance. After school they met behind a barn near by and planned the matter carefully and well. They could easily see that the loudest and roughest talking would not avail. This man could not be bluffed into submis¬ siveness; it would take something real to frighten him. They must have their revolvers, all loaded, too. As they shook hands there to pledge allegiance to each other, you might well have trembled for the young man who was to face them the next morning. The ring leader was larger than the rest, black haired and black eyed, with a very domineering air. His able second showed fire from the top of his red head and freckled face to the snappy, testy way in which his heels struck the ground. The other two were far from amiable looking on this particular afternoon. The night’s sleep only gave them added vim. At eight-thirty the teacher arrived. Eis pet quartet was already assembled in full force. E T e stepped inside and a revolver flashed ready for the shot. But swifter than that flash was the school master’s stride to the woodbox. At the same instand a stick was whirling thru the air and sent the revolver spinning to the other side of the room. As the boys saw it lying there pointed toward them they reali zed how narrowly they had escaped seeing or feeling a bullet tear thru one of them. Then they saw their master beside the woodbox still. His face was white except for small red spots on either cheek. The lame foot was slightly advanced and a hand was still ready to grasp another stick, while his eyes shot forth the challenge, “You’ve started some¬ thing, do you want to finish it!” The boys stiffened, their lips quivered and a feeling of cowardice came over them. Quick to sense the situation, the school master held out his hand. A strong manly clasp told each of them more than could ever be put into words. They filed silently out, this time to swear al¬ legiance to the man who had shown that he was not afraid of them. —Arcada. A JOKE THAT FELL FLAT Some fifty years ago, there lied in Cloverdale a physician and a merchant. Both were gentlemen of refinement, and therefore they were sometimes subjected to the mortification of having some practical joke played on them by the idler and rougher set. The venerable doctor had a special pride and joy in his mare, Nellie. She was a useful animal and also very beautiful, being a per¬ fectly marked dapple grey. Her special feature was her long silky tail. When +he roads were muddy it was braided and tied up into a knot, then for special occasions it fell down in beautiful waves reaching the ground. One day the rascals of the town thought it would be a capital joke to take the old gentleman’s treasure away, and so reduce him to despair by making him the laughing stock of the place. It was no sooner thought of than a plan was made. A chosen few crept into the stable in the dead of night and cut poor Nellie’s tail off. “Now,” they cried, gleefully, as they surveyed the scattered hairs, “the old man will think he is seeing things when he views the result of our work.” As was his custom, he went to the stable directly after breakfast to feed his horse. Imagine his grief when he beheld her. He almost wept, he was so sorry and so angry. After his wife had gone over it with him until she was tired, he bethought him of his old cronie. They had always shared their joys and sorrows. “Joe, a plan to defeat these evil ones,” he cri ed as soon as he saw his friend, “great God in heaven, man, who could have done so dastardly a deed.” In excited sentences he told what had happened. The other man, more calm than he, soon had a scheme with which to outwit the jokers. They would carefully gather the strewn hairs and braid them as before, then arrange them on the stub as naturally as possible. So well did they do their work that, except on very close examination, the deception could not be detected. When it was train time the usual line of loafers was on parade, and the town people had gathered at the postoffice. The doctor and his friends rode forth. They were carefully groomed and so was Nel¬ lie, for all three knew that they had to keep up appearances. Nellie very daintily switched her tail and her master drove gently. The merchant remained in the buggy while the doctor inquired for the mail. No guilty one dared to approach close enough to take hold of the tail and no one ventured any comment for fear of “let¬ ting the cat out of the bag.” So the joke fell flat. In the course of time Dame Nature herself covered all traces of the mishap and none save the doctor, his wife and his old friend knew of it,—Oh yes, Nellie did, also, but she, too, loy¬ ally kept the secret. —M. L. W. WHERE FORETHOUGHT WON OUT. The territory surrounding Cloverdale, was, in early days, inhab¬ ited by a number of famous outlaws. Among these was Big Foot, who received his name from the size of his pedal foundation. Some people swore that the cause of his large footprints was that he wore his shoes backwards, so as to deceive those who might be tracking him ' . One day a rancher of the neighboring country was returning: from Petaluma on horseback. He had sold his cattle and had recei¬ ved sixteen hundred dollars, which he had with him. When he ' reached what is now Alder Glen Springs, he became suddenly aware of a figure on horseback ahead of him in the trail. It was too late to turn back, so he rode on and found that the horseman was none other than the famous outlaw, Big Foot. His heart: sank at this discovery but he quickly braced himself for the meeting. Big Foot’s first words were, “Hand over the money, I know you’ve got it.” The rancher refused. “Find it yourself, if you want it”, was his only reply. He was ordered to dismount and the robber searched him thoroughly without success. Big Foot even remarked that he could “smell the money,” but finally became disgusted and turned his vic¬ tim loose. Now where was that money? Had the owner spirited it away by sleight of hand? Or was it simply a stroke of luck for him that the robber did not find it? Oh no! He had taken time by the forelock and was prepared. Before starting he had the skirt of his saddle opened and the money placed inside; he then sewed it up again and rubbed sweat and dirt over the new stitches so as to hide them. It is probable that Big Foot could smell the money, but this time he failed to see it —William. BIG FOOT In the early days Cloverdale was Just a little clover valley set in green mountains which were in turn surrounded by still higher mount¬ ains. At this time it was the center of the stage routes going out into Lake, Mendocino and other surrounding counties. Naturally there were robberies, many and clever. The most important of these and the one I shall carry in detail was enacted many times over on the road between Cloverdale and Boonville, by a robber called Big Foot. Big Foot, no one ever knew his real name, was so called because he wrapped his feet in sacks until they were immense, then he put two pair of shoes over these. He was of average height, a slender young fellow between twenty-five and thirty years of age, with smooth-shaven face and clear eyes not at all like those of a thief. He was quiet man¬ nered and always courteous to women and old people. He was fasti¬ diously cleanly, also, and ran the risk of bringing his laundry to town each week. His hiding place was in a deep picturesque canyon near the oh] Billy K. Lee ranch, in southern Mendocino county. The canyon was iin an almost inaccessible place and there was no way to surround the cave. It was set under a thick growth of bushes that ccame directly down on either side of the opening. In front stood an enormous redwood tree. To this day Big Foot canyon remains the same as in the romantic days of long ago when the debonair young robber lived there. People knew, or thought they knew, that he was robbing the stage, hut they could get no proof of the theft because Big Foot never had an accomplice. For about six months his dare-devil robberies had been carried on, when a middle aged man wandered into Cloverdale. He offered his services in catching the robber. His plan was to make friends with Big Foot and become his partner. The men who heard of this plan told him that Big Foot never had had an accomplice and probably never would have one. The stranger sent for a Wells- Furgo agent to come and help him. He had watched the stages that came into town each day for a week, when finally a man stepped off and went up t otiim. The stranger spent two days making careful plans, then he disappeared. Three days later the stage was robbed at the big rock near Hermitage, the usual place. In the meantime the stranger had worked his way into the can¬ yon and into Big Foot’s confidence by pretending that he was hiding from the police. They had carefully planned the robbery together and Big Foot had, at last, let one other person into his secret. A week later, several men started for Big Foot canyon. At the appoinited hour the stranger left the cave to go to the creek for some water, there he fired a shot, then called to Big Foot to bring hiis knife, for he had killed a deer. Big Foot answered and came ' hurrying down the trail without a gun, as he had not the slightest suspicion of any ruse. As he reached the spring, the men surrounded him and hand¬ cuffed him to a big burly young fellow. They brought him to Cloverdale where he spent several days in the attic of the home of the young man to whom he had been handcuffed. He was securely guarded, but in spit of this an unsuccessful atatempt was made to free him. Big Foot was held for trial at Ukiah on the charge of stage- robberv. Until that day he had showed no emotion, nor could his lawyer get anything out of him concerning his name, his former home, or life. The courthouse was packed. As Big Foot walked quietly into the room, a sudden murmur ran through the crowd, he stumbled, slightly, lus face turned deathly pale and remained so during the whole trial. He pleaded guilty and was sentenced to a liife term at San Quentin. At the prison he was made an assistatnt to the shoemaker. He had served a few months of his term when, one day, the shoemaker became so enraged that he grabbed a sharp knife and stabbed Big Foot in the throat, severing the jugular vein. So ended the life of one of the most notorious and chivalrous stage robbers in the early days of California. BACK TO 1872 On the twentieth day of March in 1872 a new thing appeared un¬ der the sun. It was new to Cloverdale, at least, and to some of its in¬ habitants. The railroad was completed from Healdsburg and the first train made its trip on that day. When it left Healdsburg at 9:15 I mounted my pony to follow and see what happened. The trip was long and slow for the engineer stopped frequently to examine the machinery. Several miles from Cloverdale the train slowed down. An old man came staring up to it. He was thin and worn with toil. An expression of extreme discontent and chagrin showed itself upon his features and in the gray eyes that peeped forth under his frayed hat. Pointing to the train he said, with a sneer: ‘I’ll tell you, man, them there trains ain’t no ’count. I come from the east way back cross the continent, a trip of six months” then pointing to an old ox wagon, “in this here oxen wagon, my old standby with two oxen, to get me out of sight of these here trains. I come to California and it followed me right up and split my property in two parts. What can a fellow do! Where shall I go?” But the train was starting and I struck off on the gallop to be in Cloverdale when it reached there. I rode up to the station and stopped. The twelve o’clock bell struck. In hundreds of homes families sat peacefully at the dinner table, when suddenly a rumbling sound was heard. Everyone rushed in excitement to the doors and windows. Nothing could be seen but clouds of thick, black smoke in the distance, shooting into the air as it advanced; then came the sound of a shrieking whistle, which made everyone shiver from head to foot; then there appeared a huge engine with trailers. Everyone was filled with curiosity and with awe. Men, women and children rushed through alleys and through fields tovaid the station, the front part of the monstrous contrivance came rolling in upon them. The train! The train! Boys jumped headlong over fences to get out of its waypnothers seized the little ones by the hand and dragged them to a safe distance; girls screamed with fright and rushed hither and thither in confusion. But the train halted and the engine ceased puffing. The boys climbed back over the fence that they had lately leaped, and came close ■up to examine this wonderful monster. They soon made friends with it and were qu ite delighted to find that it was not dangerous at all as long as it was standing still. Others reflected upon what it meant to them. They felt that they were no longer a small town hidden away in its isolation, for did not this railway connect them with the great centers of business? Clover- dale was now the railroad terminal. It meant the doing away with mail and stage coaches to the south; it meant easier and quicker transportation and a great deal more of it. And yet there were a few who, not being accustomed to anything but a wagon, did not have any desire for trains at all. You might as well have expected them to let themselves be fired off on rockets as to trust themselves to a steam eneine and railways. —Josephine. THE PRESTON BRIDGE A very important event for Cloverdale and the surrounding coun¬ try, was the building of the covered bridge at Preston, about fifty years ago. There was no railroad at that time, and the only way of access to the north was an ungraded steep way, that went thru the moun¬ tain. This bridge opened a new graded road along the river. All the trade and the travel now came thru Cloverdale. Hotels, stores, and stage lines soon sprang up and brought money to the community. When the work was finished there was such rejoicing that peo¬ ple came from all sections to celebrate the event by dancing, feast¬ ing and merry-making. As soon as day dawned and they could see, they started out. Many of them walking, with the little folks toddling behind or being carried by father. Those that were large enough shared the burden of the generous boxes of lunch mother had put up. Many rode horse¬ back, some loping, some trotting and others at a slower pace, the men astride and the women in side-saddle, with bundles and baskets bound fast so as not to be lost. Many came rattling along in buckboards, piled hisrh with children and goodies. All were eager to reach the place early. While the crowd was gathering there was much talking and vis¬ iting. Groups gathered on the bridge and in the shade of the trees to chat and visit; others strayed off to explore the vicinity. The early breakfast and the exercise in the open air made it nec¬ essary to open many a basket before ten o’clock, and yet, time pass¬ ed so pleasantly that it did not seem long until the dinner horn call¬ ed all the stragglers back from the woods and fields. As soon as they reached the entrance to the bridge a welcome sight greeted them. On its clean boards from end to end was one long luscious spread. It did not take many minutes for the crowd to file in and find places on either side of the tempting line of dishes. Neither did it take long for those hearty appetites of the merry picnickers to cat their abundant fill of roast pig, roast turkey, chicken and light rolls, pies, pickles, preserves, and a hundred other good things. It was a matter of “reach and help yourselves to what you see,”great- lv to the joy of little boys whose eyes were quick and keen and whoso arms were long and agile. There was only one grieved individual among the happy crowd and that was a little boy whose mother had brought the fat juicy roast pig. The delicious odor which filled the kitchen the day be¬ fore had made him feel that there was just one thing on earth that he really wanted and that was a slice of this same roast pig. His mother would not mar its beauty by letting the knife touch it befort it was served on the picnic table. She consoled lnm by telling him that he should have all he could eat of it when that time came. But, alas, in the jostle of the crowd he did not get near enough to his precious pig to have even a glimpse of it. As soon as the feast was over the fiddlers tuned their violins and a gay picture presented itself. Maids in gay coloi’ed gowns and matrons in their sober gray or black, whirled and tripped the figures through, winding in and out among the swains, some dressed in blue overalls and highheeled, spurred boots, others more pretentiously attired in “store clothes”. So joy and gaiety reigned till twilight fell when mother and father with the little ones went home to do the chores. But every young man whose heart was not faint had by this time found the rosy cheeked girl that was the sweetest and best. In these cases the longest way around was the shortest way home even though, accord¬ ing to the custom of the time, they were always accompanied by other members of the family. Mother had to light her candle and wait patiently ’till nine or ten o’clock before her daughter, excited and happy, arrived at home. —Betty A RALLY It was just before the Presidential election of 1884. The differ¬ ent political parties were having celebrations and campaigns all over the country. Blaine and Logan were the Republican candidates; Cleveland and Hendricks, the Democratic. The main issue of this election was the tariff; the Democrats stood for free tariff and the Republicans for high tariff. The Republicans of Cloverdale had raised $8()0 for this particu¬ lar occasion. Each citizen worked ardently, fervently, and enthu¬ siastically for the success of his party. No sacrifice was too great. For many days people had been preparing for the celebration to come. In the kitchen of each home whose occupants were members of the Blaine and Logan Club there were signs of it. School girls were asking each other what they were going to wear. As is always the case there was wild confusion whether they would dress up or not. The streets of the town were cleaned and put in readiness. Everyone was helping, to boost not only his party, but the town as well. At last the great day came. The celebration did not begin until seven o’clock that evening, but all day it seemed, from the excitement which everyone showed as though it had started already. Long be¬ fore seven o’clock the streets were crowded. Buggies were hitched in every possible place. There seemed no room for the many visitors who would come on the excursion which had been arranged to start at Petaluma and stop at all the towns along the wav. As soon as the train whistled in the distance, anvils were shot off. The town vibrated with the noise of heavy detonations, the shouting of small boys, and the laughter of everyone. The houses had been decorated in red, white and blue bunting, blight colored lanterns and flags. The streets were bright with flags and bunting. Altogether it looked very festive indeed. People were lined up on each side of the street. That is, those who hadn’t gone to meet the train. The parade would follow its arrival The Cloverdale Band and the Campaign Band marched to the station, playing as they went. When at last the train pulled in there was much cheering mingled with the strains of “Marching Through Georgia,” “Dixie Land,” and Hail, Columbia. It took some little time for the parade to form but it was not noticed because of the music and the festive feeling of everyone. At last it was ready. It started at the depot and proceeded up town. At its head rode the speakers in decorated carriages, bowing and smilimr, and tipping hats continually. The two bands added cheer and noise by playing patriotic airs. Following them came a troop of women on horseback. They looked very beautiful and picturesque in their rid¬ ing habits and large hats with flowing plumes. A long procession of men, wearing grey .stove-pipe hats called Blaine and Logan hats, end¬ ed up the parade. Everyone carried torches and everywhere was the atmosphere of a real gala time. Even the banterings from the sidelines had something of good humor in them. It is true, to be sure, that some of the jeers hurled out by those who posed as representatives of the opposite party, were an¬ swered by .the fist and not by the tongue. Occasionally, a brief battle ensued with its attendant bloody faces and black eyes. But all this came as matter of course and the participants could show themselves with the pride of the valiant champion who has fought for a noble cause. During all this time anvils were shot off and rockets rose into the air. Bang! Boom! Bang! All of a sudden the earth shook with it’s reverberations. The sky was all illumined with colors of red, blue, green, and gold. It was a beautiful sight, but the girls and the women screamed, for they thought they saw everything set on fire. In a few minutes, however, the light died down and the noise ceased. All the fireworks, lighted by a stray spark of fire, had gone off at once, but it had done no damage, only added an exciting moment to the cele¬ bration. After the excitement had died down somewhat the parade re¬ sumed its march up West street as far as the foot of Heald’s Hill, whereupon it turned and proceeded backto the U. S. Hotel where the speaking was going to be held. A platform was built in the center of the street for the speakers. The only lights they had were furnished by a big bonfire which was started while the speaking was going on and kept up until after twelve. One of the speakers wms a canditate for the Assembly. The people all stood in the weird light around the platform and listened for a long time. At first the applause and cheering at the end of each speech was thunderous but soon it began to seem a little dull. Nobody is fond of listening to speaking for a very long time and there was a large group of young people standing around who thought it decidedly dry. They became tired of listening and at last one of them suggested going into the hotel and dancing in the dining room. This was greeted with a shout. They all wanted to do it, but knew they should not because they should listen to the speaking. Most of them, however, were not old enough to vote and did not care much whether Blaine was elected, or Cleveland. So they all filed into the hotel and left their elders listening. The orchestra consisted of a piano and two violins. The music was very pretty and the dancing was likewise. The girls, in their light colored big full skirts and dainty blouses looked very sweet, bowing and smiling in the Virginia Reel or whirling around with their partners in a Schottisli or a Waltz. The boys all looked very good natured too, with their faces wreathed in smiles. Their fun ended all too soon though, and they were then heartily scolded by their elders for not staying outside and listening. More fun was coming, however, for, as the speaking was now over, they all went to Library Hall where a bountiful supper was given by the ladies of the Blaine and Logan club. The tables were made beautiful not with flowers and silver but with roast chicken and turkey, boiled ham, sandwiches, immense plat¬ ters of salad, ice cream, cake, coffee and every good thing imaginable. Laughter and talking was heard everywhere and nobody could help being congenial. When each and every one had eaten all he could, a large number went back to the hotel for more dancing. This time, however, there was no scolding after the dancing and they could enjoy themselves to the very fullness of the occasion, while their elders sat around the walls and watched. They danced until time for the excursion to return, which was at twelve o’clock. Then the people of the neighboring towns boarded the train shouting and cheering for Blaine and Logan. .Die people of Cloverdale who had escorted them to the station echoed back with even lustier cheers, and then found their way to their homes. The celebration had been a rip-roaring success and was thus the main topic of conversation for weeks. —B. G. BRUIN TRIES CAMOUFLAGE ‘‘Whang! Whang! Whang! Whang!” rang the swift and sturdy strokes that were felling a large tree in the forest. A few days before two of the early settlers, with axes, guns and provisions on their shoul¬ ders had made their way over a rough trail to cut lumber for the house that they were to erect down near the settlement which later became Cloverdale. They had built a small rough shack in which they had already stored their supplies. Along the wall was the bunk on which they were to spend many a night in peaceful sleep, after the strenuous exercise of the day. It was in the sixties. The June sun was just peeping over the hilltops, but the men were already working in the woods. Hark! what a racket! “Hey, Jim! What’s that noise! Say, come on and bring your ax.” Rushing to the shed and looking through the opening that served as a window, they spied a clumsy white something, unlike any object that they had ever seen before. There it was, a huge apparation, tumbl¬ ing and rolling about in the semi-darkness within—a ghost, perhaps, of some ancient monster. What a yell they gave! Old Bruin, somewhat disturbed by their excitement, lumbered slowly out, white and awk¬ ward. No, he was not white with fright; the color was entirely of ex¬ ternal application, and thicker than the powder on the face of the vain little village belle when she is ready for the ball. Away he went, blinded by the flour that filled his eyes. Grumbling and growling, he disappeared in the brush. In the excitement the men had not thought of seizing their guns and thus replenishing their meat supply, as they might well have needed to do; for, upon investigation, coffee and bacon and all their supplies were found strewn over the floor with a good coating of flour on top of the whole grand mess. Bruin, in quest of his breakfast, had torn open the sacks and, af¬ ter having sampled most of them, had rolled and tumbled about in their contents till he had produced the camouflage that so frightened the men. —Isabelle. THE FOURTH OF JULY. It was the third, of July, in 1895, a bright summer morning. Even before the sun peeped over the mountains the whole town was getting ready for a great Fourth of July celebration, the largest that had ever been held. Joyous young girls and boys were draping the main street with red, white and blue bunting, and putting up flags here and there. Older people were getting the barbeque ready. Girls were preparing the floats, which they wished to make very beautiful. Four men had started out bright and early for Pine Mountain; they were almost positive of killing a hear, which they had located previously. They desired to have bear meat at the barbeque, as had been advertised. Everybody retired anxiously waiting for the next dav to come. The only sound that could be heard was the sprinkler, splashing water to settle the dust upon the streets. Soon the Fourth day of July came and with it a great surprise. The dust was being settled in earnest; it was raining. Excursions were scheduled from every direction. Some from Ukiali and others from San Francisco. Enormous crowds stepped from the trains gavly dressed in their summer attire. Two large red horses, decorated with flags, came prancing down the street, heads in the air, drawing behind them a fine carriage with a driver dressed in white. He had come to meet the speakers. The train pulled in and the jolly crowd of visitors strolled up the street. When the clock struck ten the parade started from the bridge. The band marched in the lead playing popular songs such as ‘America’ and the ‘Star Spangled Banner. Crowds came from various directions under their umbrellas to watch the parade. And well they mieht for this was a parade the like of which Cloverdale had never seen before. The first float was the Goddess of Liberty. A large hay wagon, drawn by six white horses, advanced slowly. In the center sat the Goddess of Liberty. She was fair and beautiful with golden hair. Her dress was of pure white, a crown was on her head, and a spear in liei hand. A large, white ccrepe paper lily drooped over her head. In each corner was seated a boy or girl, in the corolla of a lily.. The next float represented California with a little girl for each state in the Union. California sat in the center, around her were the little girls dressed in white. The wagon was draped in red, white and blue, with a large flag in the center. Each little girl held a small flag in her hand. When the people cheered the girls waved their flags. Then followed two floats representing Columbia and Justice. After these came four smaller ones all very ingenious and beautifully made. ' The parade went to the Grove where speaking took place. The great orators stood on a high box, while the people encircled them to listen. Long tables had been stretched under the shady oaks. Here every¬ one enjoyed a hearty meal. It was raining but people enjoyed them¬ selves, nevertheless. Shouts of laughter could be heard. A well dres¬ sed gentleman stepped over to where the man was cooking the meat and said, “Say boss, will you please cut me another piece of that there bear meat? It certainly is fine.” The boss cut a nice piece of roast pig and gave it to him. Many of the people who attended that Fourth of July celebration think to this-very day that they had bear meat. The barbeque was ended. People in great numbers directed their footsteps toward town again, anxious to see what was going to happen next. Here the tournament took place on Main street. Men dressed in comical clothes, rode horses at a gallop under rings suspended high in the air. It was a game to see who could catch the most rings. After these followed their imitators, the squeedunks, mounted on old shaggy horses, and dressed in ragged clothes. They caused much laughter by their ludicrous antics. The greased pig was the funniest part of the whole celebration. A medium sized pig was shaved, greased and turned loose in the sloppy mud. The man who could catch him was to get a suit of clothes. The pig ran in and out back of houses and up the muddy streets After a long chase a middle aged man caught him by the leg and held him fast. He certainly earned the new-suit of clothes for he was cov¬ ered with mud from head to foot. Later there was a dance in the hotel dining room. A display of fireworks in the vacant lot next to the pavilion caused much excite¬ ment. Rockets whizzed into the air, spreading their showers of red, white and blue stars upon the dark clouds in the sky. The ever present little boy with his fireworks scattered golden rain, quite delighted at hearing the screams of the girls and women, who strove to get out of his way as he advanced among the crowd. From time to time the heavy noise of the anvils shook the town with its reverberations. A day of much excitement and enjoyment was over. Not even the drenching rain could dampen the enthusiasm of the patriotic citizens of Cloverdale. — M. B. MY HOME In the vicinity of Cloverdale I have a mountain ranch. Three Miles up the highway, north of town, the road which leads to the place branches off. It follows the cool canyon of a mountain stream, wind¬ ing through hills beautiful with flowers. At times, it clings to the brink, overhanging the canyon bed; again, it turns back into the bills away from the murmur of the water. After you have climbed a particularly steep rise, stop and listen. A new sound has crept in. It is the musical noise of water falling from one level to another. I call it my mountain music. Though you cannot yet see it, you are now approaching my home. Just a few steps more around the bend you stop in admiration of the view be¬ fore you. To the left are the turbulent stream and the melodious waterfall, fascinating in their wildness. On the opposite side, the canyon wall rises sheer above the creek bed. Its surface is covered with moss and ferns, and along the top rise great pines. On this side there is a break in the range of hills that border the stream, and a tiny valley, hardly more than a meadow, has been formed. The road now turns directly away from the water, crosses the depression, and, by dint of much winding and zig-zagging, ascends a densely wooded hill which overlooks the stream. There is no sign of habitation until you suddenly come upon a house, set in the midst of lawns, trees, and gardens. This is my home, where I have spent— and will continue to spend—the happiest hours of my life. From where you are standing, a garden stairway of mossgrown stones, leads between half terraced lawns, under a bower of climbing roses, to the house. The building is of soft gray stone and stands two stories high. In the front there are many large windows. Broad stone steps lead up to the veranda which reaches half way across the .front but con¬ tinues around the south side of the house. The low stone bannister around the outer edge of the porch is surmounted by rough columns of the same material as the house. On the south side there is another flight of steps descending to a gravelled path by means of which you reach the driveway. The northern side of the house has two French windows, a door and more windows. The rear is occupied by a screen porch. From the top story little windows peep out from under tiny gables. The colorful red of the roofing brightens the soft tint of the gray walls. Virginia creeper and climbing roses encircle the columns of the porch, while potted ferns and trailing vines relieve the barrenness of the balcony. To hide the foundations, banks of tulips, daisies, forget-me- nots, evergreens and nasturtiums are planted close to the house. On the ends of the steps, large boxes of flowering plants are placed. Ivy is growing along the north side of the house. The screen porch is covered with morning glories, lioney-suckle and sweet peas. Two trees, an evergreen and a large oak, lean over the northern side of the house in a friendly sort of way. When the wind blows I can hear the gentle tap-tapping of their leaves like rain drops on the roof. From between their trunks a sloping path leads across the lawn to an arched gate in a low garden wall whose gray stones are com¬ pletely covered with ivy. As you pass through the gate, you look about in wonder. The air is heavily scented with flowers and is filled with the song of birds and the hum of bees. On either side stand dark thickets of trees and vines, here and there divided by paths. Ahead stretches a sort of avenue or tunnel formed by the trees leaning toward each other and vines interlacing their branches overhead. The avenue ends at the foot of a wide-spreading oak, around whose trunk a comfortable bench has been built. Beyond, the garden wall is scarcely discernible a- midst the greenness of ivy and wistaria. Let us stop for a moment and consider the more practical parts of my home. The driveway, bordered by evergreens and pines leads past the south side around the rear of the house, to an ivy-covered garage. My vegetable garden is the chief feature here, occupying a large space. The barn is over the crest of the hill, below the house. Here I have some fine horses, which are my special pride. Bplow the barn is a rolling piece of land that I use for grain. On the hill above and back of the house there is a large orchard, also a vineyard of table grapes. My ranch contains about fifty acres of fairly rich land, and has the added advantage of plentiful, perma¬ nent water supply and splendid drainage. Let us now return to the garden. Upon following one of the nar¬ row paths you at length pass through a lovely rose arbor into a beautiful grandmother’s garden. On either side of the path grow THE FOURTH OF JULY. It was the third of July, in 1895, a bright summer morning. Even before the sun peeped over the mountains the whole town was getting ready for a great Fourth of July celebration, the largest that had ever been held. Joyous young girls and boys were draping the main street with red, white and blue bunting, and putting up flags here and there. Older people were getting the barbeque ready. Girls were preparing the floats, which they wished to make very beautiful. Four men had started out bright and early for Pine Mountain; they were almost positive of killing a bear, which they had located previously. They desired to have bear meat at the barbeque, as had been advertised. Everybody retired anxiously waiting for the next day to come. The only sound that could be heard was the sprinkler, splashing water to settle the dust upon the streets. Soon the Fourth day of July came and with it a great surprise. The dust was being settled in earnest; it was raining. Excursions were scheduled from every direction. Some from Ukiali and others from San Francisco. Enormous crowds stepped from the trains gayly dressed in their summer attire. Two large red horses, decorated with flags, came prancing down the street, heads in the air, drawing behind them a fine carriage with a driver dressed in white. He had come to meet the speakers. The train pulled in and the jolly crowd of visitors strolled up the street. When the clock struck ten the parade started from the bridge. The band marched in the lead playing popular songs such as ‘America’ and the ‘Star Spangled Banner. Crowds came from various directions, under their umbrellas to watch the parade. And well they might for this was a parade the like of which Cloverdale had never seen before. The first float was the Goddess of Liberty. A large hay wagon, drawn by six white horses, advanced slowly. In the center sat the Goddess of liberty. She was fair and beautiful with golden hair. Her dress was of pure white, a crown was on her head, and a spear in her hand. A large, white ccrepe paper lily drooped over her head. In each corner was seated a boy or girl, in the corolla of a lily. The next float represented California with a little girl for each state in the Union. California sat in the center, around her were the little girls dressed in white. The wagon was draped in red, white and blue, with a large flag in the center. Each little girl held a small flag in her hand. When the people cheered the girls waved their flags. Then followed two floats representing Columbia and Justice. After these came four smaller ones all very ingenious and beautifully made. The parade went to the Grove where speaking took place. The great oratoi ' s stood on a high box, while the people encircled them to listen. Long tables had been stretched under the shady oaks. Here every¬ one enjoyed a hearty meal. It was raining but people enjoyed them¬ selves, nevertheless. Shouts of laughter could be heard. A well dres¬ sed gentleman stepped over to where the man was cooking the meat and said, “Say boss, will you please cut me another piece of that there bear meat? It certainly is fine.” The boss cut a nice piece of roast pig and gave it to him. Many of the people who attended that Fourth of July celebration think to this-very day that they had bear meat. The barbeque was ended. People in great numbers directed their footsteps toward town again, anxious to see what was going to happen next. Here the tournament took place on Main street. Men dressed in comical clothes, rode horses at a gallop under rings suspended high in the air. It was a game to see who could catch the most rings. After these followed their imitators, the squeedunks, mounted on old shaggy horses, and dressed in ragged clothes. They caused much laughter by their ludicrous antics. The greased pig was the funniest part of the whole celebration. A medium sized pig was shaved, greased and turned loose in the sloppy mud. The man who could catch him was to get a suit of clothes. The pig ran in and out back of houses and up the muddy streets After a long chase a middle aged man caught him by the leg and held him fast. He certainly earned the new-suit of clothes for he was cov¬ ered with mud from head to foot. Later there was a dance in the hotel dining room. A display of fireworks in the vacant lot next to the pavilion caused much excite¬ ment. Rockets whizzed into the air, spreading their showers of red, white and blue stars upon the dark clouds in the sky. The ever present little boy with his fireworks scattered golden rain, quite delighted at hearing the screams of the girls and women, who strove to get out of his way as he advanced among the crowd. From time to time the heavy noise of the anvils shook the town with its reverberations. A day of much excitement and enjoyment was over. Not even the drenching rain could dampen the enthusiasm of the patriotic citizens of Cloverdale. —M. B. MY HOME In the vicinity of Cloverdale I have a mountain ranch. Three Miles up the highway, north of town, the road which leads to the place branches off. It follows the cool canyon of a mountain stream, wind¬ ing through hills beautiful with flowers. At times, it clings to the brink, overhanging the canyon bed; again, it turns back into the hills away from the murmur of the water. After you have climbed a particularly steep rise, stop and listen. A new sound has crept in. It is the musical noise of -water falling from one level to another. I call it my mountain music. Though you cannot yet see it, you are now approaching my home. Just a few steps more around the bend you stop in admiration of the view be¬ fore you. To the left are the turbulent stream and the melodious waterfall, fascinating in their wildness. On the opposite side, the canyon wall rises sheer above the creek bed. Its surface is covered with moss and ferns, and along the top rise great pines. On this side there is a break in the range of hills that border the stream, and a tiny valley, hardly more than a meadow, has been formed. The road now turns directly away from the water, crosses the depression, and, by dint of much winding and zig-zagging, ascends a densely wooded hill which overlooks the stream. There is no sign of habitation until you suddenly come upon a house, set in the midst of lawns, trees, and gardens. This is my home, where I have spent— and will continue to spend—the happiest hours of my life. From where you are standing, a garden stairway of mossgrown stones, leads between half terraced lawns, under a bower of climbing roses, to the house. The building is of soft gray stone and stands two stories high. In the front there are many large windows. Broad stone steps lead up to the veranda which reaches half way across the front but con¬ tinues around the south side of the house. The low stone bannister around the outer edge of the porch is surmounted by rough columns of the same material as the house. On the south side there is another flight of steps descending to a gravelled path by means of which you reach the driveway. The northern side of the house has two French windows, a door and more windows. The rear is occupied by a screen porch. From the top story little windows peep out from under tiny gables. The eolorful red of the roofing brightens the soft tint of the gray walls. Virginia creeper and climbing roses encircle the columns of the porch, while potted ferns and trailing vines relieve the barrenness of the balcony. To hide the foundations, banks of tulips, daisies, forget-me- nots, evergreens and nasturtiums are planted close to the house. On the ends of the steps, large boxes of flowering plants are placed. Ivy is growing along the north side of the house. The screen porch is covered with morning glories, honey-suckle and sweet peas. Two trees, an evergreen and a large oak, lean over the northern side of the house in a friendly sort of wav.. When the wind blows I can hear the gentle tap-tapping of their leaves like rain drops on the roof. From between their trunks a sloping path leads across the lawn to an arched gate in a low garden wall whose gray stones are com¬ pletely covered with ivy. As you pass through the gate, you look about in wonder. The air is heavily scented with flowers and is filled with the song of birds and the hum of bees. On either side stand dark thickets of trees and vines, here and there divided by paths. Ahead stretches a sort of avenue or tunnel formed by the trees leaning toward each other and vines interlacing their branches overhead. The avenue ends at the foot of a wide-spreading oak, around whose trunk a comfortable bench has been built. Beyond, the garden wall is scarcely discernible a- midst the greenness of ivy and wistaria. Let us stop for a moment and consider the more practical parts of my home. The driveway, bordered by evergreens and pines leads past the south side around the rear of the house, to an ivy-covered garage. My vegetable garden is the chief feature here, occupying a large space. The barn is over the crest of the hill, below the house. Here I have some fine horses, which are my special pride. Below the barn is a rolling piece of land that I use for grain. On the hill above and back of the house there is a large orchard, also a vineyard of table grapes. My ranch contains about fifty acres of fairly rich land, and lias the added advantage of plentiful, perma¬ nent water supply and splendid drainage. Let us now return to the garden. Upon following one of the nar¬ row paths you at length pass through a lovely rose arbor into a beautiful grandmother’s garden. On either side of the path grow banks of for-get-me-nots, tiger lilies, and petunias; stately rows of sweet williams and hollyhocks nod their heads gayly as you pass, while violets and pansies peep shyly out from their beds of green. Farther down the path is a sundial. Another little path leads to a pond under the shadows of large oaks. On its sparkling surface delicately tinted water-lilies rest as lightly and gracefully as a butterfly on a flower. In its depths you catch a glimpse of tiny speckled trout darting here and there among the shadows. In other parts of this wild spot there are small gardens such as this hut each one is different from the other. South of the house, after crossing the driveway is a large grove of trees, almost a forest in size and density. Everything lias been left in its natural state. It reminds one of the forest primeval of which Lonvfellow wrote. When dreamy moods have hold of me, I wander down the forest aisles till I come to a certain spot sheltered by whispering pines which stand aloof from the rest of the trees, and, scorning hammocks, I fling mvself on my back among the soft brown needles, half in sun, half in shadow. Here I idly while away the hours, building castles in tbe clouds that pass across mv upturned vision and watching them fade into nothingness. Often the sough-sougliing of the branches mingles itself with my dreams and I fall asleep. One of the most enjoyable things about my home is the view. From the veranda I can see with remarkable clearness, the surround¬ ing country. Five miles away is the verdant valley of the Russian River, dotted here and there with farm houses. Off to the right is Cloverdale, with its gleaming red roofs set amongst the green of cit¬ rus eroves. Nearer to us are the previously mentioned stream and the deep canyon. The hills close in south, north, and west of the house, forming a protection against frost and wind. I love every acre of this place. It has meant home to me for many years, although I have not been able to spend all my time en¬ joying it. So now when the struggle of life seems to weigh too heavliv upon my spirits, I hurry back to my retreat and let the music of the mountains—the distant sound of falling water, the whisper of wind and branches, the beauty of the hills, sooth my mind and thoughts so that I may return to my work with new heart. M. L. WAIT FOR THE BI PLANE Will yon come with me f My Nellie, dear, Across tlie ocean blue? Where the billows roll the highest Where sparkles bright the dew! It’s every Tuesday evening. When waves and wind are right,. We’ll jump into the bi-plane And off take our flight- Chorus ' Wait for tlie bi-plane Wait for the bi-plane Wait for the bi-plane And we’LL both take a flight .- Where tlie ocean smiles ' so sweetly ' . And the sea gulls have their nest I have a cottage dainty, And everything the best, I’ve all tlie new inventions. That will rejoice your heart So Jump into the bi-plane And off we will start- I do believe, my Nellie, dear;, That with our grit and health,. We’ll make a little fortune, And in old age have wealth,. We’ll have a little rancho, On the island’s sloping side, Where you will press the button,, And I tlie tractor ride- MY VISIT TO CLOVERDALE In Nineteen Forty Five (It seemed hardly fair that only one of us should be allowed to have say on a .subject so vitally interesting to all of us. The following article is, consequently, a •composite picture of what members of the English classes see in the future for Cloverdale). I had just returned from Europe after twenty-five successful years as a singer of grand opera in Paris. As soon as I landed in -New York I found the first aero-bus for San Francisco and arrived there the next day. The first thing that I thought of was CloVerdale and how I would reach it. How r fortunate I was! dust as I turned to go •and find the route for this last lap of my journey, someone grasped mV hand with a hearty grip and called out: “Why hello, Vina! Where have you been all these years?” It was Arcada. Now I should be able to find out what had been happening since my departure from my peaceful little home town. She first told me that she was Mrs. Maxmilian Marmaduke and further insisted that 1 should be her guest during my stay. “And Oh, Vina, you are just in time, for tomorrow night We dedicate the new Cadrone Theater, which was designed by the famous architects, Ur and Bassetti, and is considered one of the best pieces of architecture In the world. There is going to be a wonderful opening program, too. The Grand Opera, Serapliine, will he given, with Doris and Robert in the leading parts. And who do you suppose composed the music? It was Johnnie, and his wife, our own little Betty, wrote the words. The famous musicians, Rogers and Saunders, will be there and A. M. Mathews is the manager.” “Why, Arcada, you don’t mean it, do you I Who ever dreamed twenty-five years ago that so much talent and genius lay hidden away in those little Freshmen?” An so we chatted along about the success of eacch one of these o ld schoolmates until I asked how it happened that so small a town could afford t oliave these distinguished artists give their perform¬ ance. I remembered that in 1920 some of us were doubtful about se¬ curing patronage sufficient for the Chautauqua which was to visit us for the first time that year. “Ah,” laughed Arcada, “didn’t we find it hard to persuade some people in those days that they could afford to pay for a season ticket? All honor to the men who were willing to risk their money in this venture and to work to put it through, for that marked the turn- ing point in our history. The town became more and more enterpris¬ ing until, as the years went on, we really were willing to invest large sums of money in its improvement. It was easy to do big things and we redoubled our energy. Just take a look through the window and see the results.” I obeyed. We were just passing over the Villa Pompeii at Asti. Before us lay Cloverdale. What a beautiful picture! Large business buildings loomed into the air and beautiful homes covered the hill sdes. Everything was green and fresh though it was the middle of August. By this time we had arrived at the station, which was located on the roof of a five-story department store owned by Bernice and her husband. “Yes, they are doing a large business as is the Emporium of which Dolly and Clifford Adcock are the efficient managers. The pro¬ prietors have made a fine fortune and are now enjoying it by travelling in the Orient.” “Here is the elevator which will take us to the street. Then you shall see my new car. We bought it from the local factory owned by Nels. This particular car is of his own invention and has, in the two short years that it has been on the market, made such a reputation for itself that the factory is being enlarged to double its output. But here we are, you shall judge of its merits for yourself.” We skimmed along so commfortably and smoothly that I could easily believe what Arcada said. In a moment we had reached the U. S. Hotel where we were to have our dinner. “Do you recognize the place?” “Ah no! Where are the red brick walls?” “They were replaced five years ago by this fine marble structure. When we enter you shall see that the interior is even more beautiful.” Just at this moment, out rushed Louise and Mary Moody, as nat¬ ural as ever. I learned later that they had married millionaires and might be spending their time in luxury and idleness but they were not content to be found uselessly cumbering the earth, so they had erected this magnificent building in their home town and were operating the fin¬ est hotel on the Coast. Having been president of the Union when she was young, Louise knew how to manage the “help” question in a very skillful way. The residt was apparent throughout the establishment, but especially so at the table. Never, even in Paris, have I enjoyed so delicious a meal. hanks of for-get-me-nots, tiger lilies, and petunias; stately rows of sweet williams and hollyhocks nod their heads gayly as you pass, while violets and pansies peep shyly out from their beds of green. Farther down the path is a sundial. Another little path leads to a pond under the shadows of large oaks. On its sparkling surface delicately tinted water-lilies rest as lightly and gracefully as a butterfly on a flower. In its depths you catch a glimpse of tiny speckled trout darting here and there among the shadows. In other parts of this wild spot there are small gardens such as this but each one is different from the other. South of the house, after crossing the driveway is a large grove of trees, almost a forest in size and density. Everything has been left in its natural state. It reminds one of the.forest primeval of which Longfellow wrote. When dreamy moods have hold of me, I wander down the forest aisles till I come to a certain spot sheltered by whispering pines which stand aloof from the rest of the trees, and, scorning hammocks, I fling mvself on my back among the soft brown needles, half in sun, half in shadow. Here I idly while away the hours, building castles in the clouds that pass across my upturned vision and watching them fade into nothingness. Often the sough-soughing of the branches mingles itself with my dreams and I fall asleep. One of the most enjoyable things about my home is the view. From the veranda I can see with remarkable clearness, the surround¬ ing country. Five miles away is the verdant vallev of the Russian River, dotted her ' 1 and there with farm houses. Off to the right is Cloverdale, with its gleaming red roofs set amongst the green of cit¬ rus groves. Nearer to us are the previouslv mentioned stream and the deep canyon. The hills close in south, north, and west of the house, forming a protection against frost and wind. I love every acre of this place. It has meant home to me for many years, although I have not been able to spend all my time en¬ joying it. So now when the struggle of life seems to weigh too heavliy upon my spirits, I hurry back to my retreat and let the music of the mountains—the distant sound of falling water, the whisper of wind and branches, the beauty of the hills, sooth my mind and thoughts so that I may return to my work with new heart. M. L. WAIT FOR THE BI-PLANE Will yon come wLtla me„ My Nellie, clear. Across tlie ocean blue? Where the billows roll the ' highest Where sparkles bright the dew? It’s every Tuesday evening. When waves and wind are right,. We HI jump into the bi-plane And off take our flight. Chorus’ Wait for the bi-plane Wait for the ' bi-plane Wait for the bi-plane And we’ll both take a flight- Where the ocean smiles so : sweetly,, And the sea gulls have their nest,. I have a cottage dainty, And everything the best, I’ve all the new inventions. That will rejoice your heart,, So jump into the bi-plane,. And off we will start. I do believe, my Nellie, clear,. That with cmr grit and health,. We’II make a little fortune, And in old age have wealth,, Weil have a little rancho, On the island’s sloping side, Where you will press the. button And I tlie tractor ride.. MY VISIT TO CLOVERDALE in Nineteen Forty Five ilt seemed hardly fair that only one of us should be allowed to have 5a My on subject so vitally interesting to all of us. The following article is, consequently, composite picture of what members of the English classes see in the future for CloverdaleK I had just returned from Europe after twenty-five successful years as a singer of grand opera in Paris. As soon as I landed in New York I found the first aero-bus for San Francisco and arrived there the next day. The first thing that I thought of was Cloverdale and how I would reach it. How fortunate I was! Just as I turned to go and find the route for this last lap of my journey, someone grasped my hand with a hearty grip and called out: “Why hello, Vina! Where have you been all these years?” It was Arcada. Now I should he able to find out what had been happening since my departure from my peaceful little home town. She first told me that she was Mrs. Maxmilian Marmaduke and further insisted that 1 should be her guest during my stay. “And Oh, Vina, you are just in time, for tomorrow night we dedicate the new Padrone Theater, which was designed by the famous architects, Ur and Bassetti, and is considered one of the best pieces of architecture in the world. There is going to be a wonderful opening program, too. The Grand Opera, Seraphine, will be given, with Doris and Robert in the leading parts. And who do you suppose composed the music? It was Johnnie, and his wife, our own little Betty, wrote the words. The famous musicians, Rogers and Saunders, wi ll be there and A. M, Mathews is the manager.” “Why, Arcada, you don’t mean it, do you! Who ever dreamed twenty-five years ago that so much talent and genius lay hidden away in those little Freshmen?” An so we chatted along about the success of eaccli one of these old schoolmates until I asked how it happened that SO small a town could afford t oliave these distinguished artists give their perform¬ ance. I remembered that in 1920 some of us were doubtful about se¬ curing patronage sufficient for the Chautauqua which was to visit us for the first time that year. “Ah,” laughed Arcada, “didn’t we find it hard to persuade some people in those days that they could afford to pay for a season ticket? All honor to the men who were willing to risk their money in this venture and to work to put it through, for that marked the turn- ■ 0 $ cj mg point in our history. The town became more and more enterpris¬ ing until, as the years went on, we really were willing to invest large sums of money in its improvement. It was easy to do big things and we redoubled our energy. Just take a look through the window and see the results ’ I obeyed. We were just passing over the Villa Pompeii at Asti. Before us lay Cloverdale. What a .beautiful picture! Large business buildings loomed into the air and beautiful homes covered the hill sdes. Everything was green and fresh though it was the middle of August. By this time we had arrived at the station, which was located on the roof of a five-storv department store owned by Bernice and her husband. ( “Yes, they are doing a large business as is the Emporium of which Dolly and Clifford Adcock are the efficient managers. The pro¬ prietors have made a fine fortune and are now enj ' oying it by travelling in the Orient.” “Here is the elevator which will take us to the street. Then you shall see my new car. We bought it from the local factory owned by Nels. This particular car is of his own invention and has, in the two short years that it has been on the market, made such a reputation for itself that the factory is being enlarged to double its output. But here we are, you shall j ' udge of its merits for yourself.” We skimmed along so commfortably and smoothly that I could easily believe what Arcada said. In a moment we had reached the U. S. Hotel where we were to have our dinner. “Do you recognize the place?” “All no! Where are the red brick walls?” “They were replaced five years ago by this fine marble structure. When we enter you shall see that the interior is even more beautiful.” Just at this moment, out rushed Louise and Mary Moody, as nat¬ ural as ever. I learned later that they had married millionaires and might be spending their time in luxury and idleness but they were not content to be found uselessly cumbering the earth, so they had erected this magnificent building in their home town and were operating the fin¬ est hotel on the Coast. Having been president of the Union when she was young, Louise knew how to manage the “help” question in a very skillful way. The result was apparent throughout the establishment, but especially so at the table. Never, even in Paris, have I enjoyed so delicious a meal. We all sat at the table for some time chatting of the old days. I learned that Bernice McPherson had bought out the famous Thomp¬ son Bakery and was rapidly making a fortune. And Francis occupies the judge’s chair in the municipal court,” chimed in Mary, as soon as Louise would let her have a chance to put in a word. “Would you have believed it! Well, this is how it happened: Marjorie saw the possibilities in that schoolmate of hers and decided to prepare him for something useful in life. The tutoring that he re¬ ceived at the hands of this brilliant helpmate made it easy for him to pass the examination in law and be admitted to the bar. A few years later she felt that he could serve liis town best by taking the important position that he now holds. She managed the campaign so skillfully that he received an overwhelming majority. We alwavs knew that some man would be fortunate enough to win this capable girl but we hardly guessed that it would be Francis.” When we started out again my hostess suggested that we ride through the principal streets and out to Imperial Park in the resi¬ dence district in the southeast portion of town. Here we met our good friend, Alfred, who for years had owned this piece of wooded land on which he had carried out many experiments with trees. He now has some of the finest specimens known to horticulture. Last year he opened the park to the public for a playground and picnic resort. How he beamed with pleasure as he showed us the wonderful things he had done. We were proud of him, too. Not until we were on our way again did I have time to ask for for an explanation of how all the lawns could be kept so green in the midst of the hot summer. “Well, I will tell you. Roy and Clifford, in connection with their hardware business, set themselves to experimenting with a system of sprinklers. Through the whole town, on public property and pri¬ vate, f re these underground irrigation pipes with surface outlets at intervals such that when the city gardener turns on the flow, the whole area is treated to the most delightful spring shower. You shall see to¬ il ight how it works. This cools and moistens the atmosphere as well as waters the vegetation.” I could not help admiring the beautiful plan of the whole place— the streets, the boulevards, the plazas and the parks. When I re¬ marked about this, I was at once informed that the citizens had been fortunate in securing the services of an expert artist in city planning: Paul had studied the most beautiful cities in Europe and had returned ' to offer us the result of his work. This was just when the most fore- sighted of our people were beginning to realize that there was a great future for Cloverdale. They began to prepare for the opportunity that was offering itself to make this the residence place of the San Francisco business men. Regular airplane routes were being estab¬ lished so that the trip to the metropolis took only half an hour. This town was ready to offer everything that could be wished to mabo it an ideal spot for a home. All expectations were more than fulfilled.. The population is now over fifty thousand.” As we were speeding along I suggested that 1 should be glad to- see the old school for which I still had so tender a spot in my heart. “Yes, indeed, we shall turn right up West street. By the way, do you know that Ruby and Mary are the principals of our two model’ high schools? Oh no. they are not old maids. Both married their de¬ voted admirers of school days. Now, a teacher does not have to give up house and home and the pursuit of happiness, in order to follow her profession. Salaries have been adjusted until they can live as other people do. William owns a wonderful ranch a few miles out of town and Henry lives on the home place. You shall see that these husbands look neither henpecked nor neglected and certainly no homes could he better kept. Mabel Loomis, the superintendent of our fen schools, lives in that beautiful mansion yonder.” , “But how can these women do school work and take care o their homes?” “Well, I’ll tell you. Martha, Carmella and Eula, all three of them, studied Mechanics and Mechanical Engineering at U. C. Here they met three fine young men interested in the same work and the result was that they decided to form partnerships for life and organize a company to manufacture all kinds of implements for doing house¬ work easily and agreeably. They have so perfected everything that practically all the housekeeper has to do is to press the button and some machine does the work.” Edna is the city health officer. Since her administration the town has been entirely freed from flies and mosquitoes. Her assist¬ ants, Freda, Isabelle, and Marie Louise are tireless in their efforts to render this the cleanest spot on earth and consequently it is most healthful. The streets are scrubbed with hot soapsuds every week and the dust is rinsed off each evening. For doing this we have a ma- •chine invented by Irene. It 1ms an attachment -such that the water Pushing through it operates the keys that play the sweetest music. Thus the whole town is treated to an evening concert six times a week. This has a most soothing effect upon everyone. It positively prevents • ' anyone from letting the sun go down upon any grouchy or ugly feel¬ ing- Quarreling is unknown, for all are so attuned to the harmony •of the music that strife is impossible.” “But I want to show you something quite unique. Bernice Haehl lives in that castle on the hillside. She made a fortune selling town lots. Then she immediately invested it in an ostrich farm and monkey ranch. Lee bought an adjoining property for his bee hives •and before long he was manager of all three institutions. The whole -establishment is too cute for anything. Bernice will he sure to invite ns up to see it.™ “This is George’s home. He has been City ' Manager for five years now. His wife is a very valuable assistant. They at-Once placed all the departments in charge of the most capable supervisors. Hern and her husband are city engineers while Mable Ledford is Chief of Co iice. She keeps such order that it is not necessary to arrest one person in a year and Philip says that It is no wonder for he knows how well she manages him and the whole family. ' ’ “I haven’t told you about the Bank, have I? Josephine is the trusted confidential adviser to the directors. Hlie understands all the intricate problems of the world’s finance and it is due to her that we have a system of taxation which enables us to have all these unusual city improvements without making the harden heavy on the owner of the property.’’ “But where are Doreen and 2eloa.?™ ‘They are ministers ' wives. Not a little of the prosperity and welfare of the place is due to the high moral tone with which they and their husbands have inspired the citizens.” “You must know, too, that quite a number of those who were alumni in 1920 now have their residence here. John Cooley installed all the engines that are used by the city. Charles Grant and J. P. Med gel ey, wealthy importers, with offices in San Franccisco, live in those two stately mansions that you see across the river” And where are those who were the grown ups in our school days? “They are still living here. Nothing could induce them to leave this spot. Many are still in business, others have retired to spend in leisure the fortunes for which they worked so hard and to enjoy the results of their patriotic endeavor to make this place what it is today.” By this time we had reached the top of Heald’s Hill. I had been so bus listening that I had not noticed where we were going hut Arcada stopped the car and called my attention to her home located down the slope just enough to shelter it from the north wind. It was a very fairy bower nestled among trees, shrubbery and flowers. How delighted I was to spend these two weeks in a nook so enchanting in its beauty. “Now,” said Arcada, “look at this view. Could anything he more grand t ’ ’ To the south, I saw the old site of the town. Prosperous looking business houses lined the wide streets which wound their way up the hillsides in all directions. Here were the cozy and elegant homes, with lawns and trees and flowers. Throughout Preston and Oat Val¬ ley were small residence estates combining farm and city life in one. But I turned again to look at the city. “Beautiful, charming, magnificent, Mv Cloverdale.” CLOVERDALE This vine-draped land, this verdant vale, This seat of splendor, blessed plot Of Paradise; this Valley of the Moon. This garden, planned by Nature for herself Against dark famine and the hand of want; This Heaven,—smiled on by Fortune and the saints, This Eden filled with sunshine, fruit and flowers; This playground of the gods, its tinkling brooklets Lending music to the air; This precious stone set in a golden realm, This lovely little world, the shrine of God, This all, our own beloved Cloverdale. —W. H. M. FROM OUR BOYS In the Great World War which affected every part of the earth. Cloverdale High School, tho rather small, was exceedingly well repre¬ sented. Our service flag, representing boys who had attended school here, as well as those who had graduated and those who had left school to join the forces, contained seventy two stars. Knowing how inter¬ esting their experiences would he, we asked some of them to write us letters and the following are from those that answered. 2607 Hearst Ave., Berkeley, Cal. Mar. 13, 1920. Dear Bill: Your tactful suggestion of March 4th has been whist¬ ling at me for a week, clamoring for a reply. While 1 don’t like to ex¬ cess, the idea of “breaking into print,” I know how I’ll enjoy read¬ ing what Charley Grant and all the others who were in the service have to say; so we’ll call it square if they all have a remark to make. Speaking of Clias. reminds me of the first time I met him in Paris. I was bumming a hot bath. They were very few and far between, even in the French cities, during the war, at the apartment of a friend of mine, one Ray Boutz, when all unannounced, in walked Charley him¬ self—all there, plus a natty little moustache. Hardly in condition to hold a reception, we had a mighty happy hour comparing experiences, nevertheless. It seems that Clias. had taken unto himself the very dan- rerous occupation of declaring and enjoying a three day furlough, and had come to Paris to do it. Our visit didn’t last long, however; Char¬ ley, as usual, had too many social obligations to fulfill and as you all know, he is verv conscientious about those! • , Another coincidence which shows how small a place the world is after all, occured about two miles behind the front, the evening before the St. Mihiel push. I was crossing the muddy street of a little vil- laae, in darkness so thick, and a rain so heavy, one had to force him¬ self through it. In the middle of the street, I collided with a horse, and was toppled over into the mud. Naturally, I had remarks to make, and made them. But imagine my surprise when out of the dark¬ ness came the words: “Hello, Jack Cooley!” I immediately recog¬ nized the voice of an old Berkeley friend of mine, and forgave him for treating me so roughly. It seems that in the disorder attending the advance, his company kitchen had become detached from its head- quarters, and lie was detailed to locate it. We had a general pow-wow foi a ten minutes, then parted again. I’ve never seen him since. Meetings similar to that were very common there, however, and it was surprising how many acquaintances we had and found among those three million men. Wishing the “Spectator” the very best of ' luck this year, I am, Very sincerely yours, John L. Cooley ’14. Hong-Kong, China. _ ' , Dec. 39th 2020. Dear Schoolmates: Well, I met my fate at Reno Neveda. At Fort McDowell, 1 received my first “shot” in the arm and my uniform which lit perfectly. Being told that in live days I could get a pass to Cloverdale, I was overjoyed. Upon the third day I was piled into a train with 150 rook¬ ies and shipped to Kelley Field, Texas. Outside of sand fleas, cactus, lizards a foot long, Mexican, rattle¬ snakes, and ten mile hikes, everything was “Jake.” Two months of that and I was sent to Park Field, Tennessee. From there to Alabama. Five days of preparing for overseas. I was very happy. Oh mama, if I had only known! Say, it sure is hot down here, 140 degrees in the shade and no shade. Then to New York. My Dad, having a thoughtful idea, sent me a green paper with $100 on it. Next we were loaded on the transport. Twenty-three days going over. It was an old English cattle boat. Wonderful “chow.” Breakfast—“Monkey meat, ' ” canned Bull,. “Gold Fish,” Beans, and “O. D. water.” Dinner—the same. Supper —Ditto. After landing and spending the Fourth of July at Halifax, N. S. we set sail and arrived in England July 23, 1918. The land of the “Limey’s.” Our boat landed at Tillburv Docks, Southhampton. From there we went to a rest camp, everything but a rest. After a night’s rest we left for France. Arrived in Cherbourg, and went to another rest camp that had less rest. Our next move was to Portiers, where we enjoyed drills of all kinds, bayonet, gasmask, grenade-throwing, forced-marches and “hoose gow ’ ’ exercises. One cold stormy night two months after we had arrived at Por- tiers the bugle chimed forth about two A. M. and we were herded into French box-cars and entrained for Camp de Meuceon, Vannes, tho we didn’t know that was the place when we started. Here we were about ten kilometers from the front, and I got some¬ what of an idea of the war in the air. It is fascinating to watch how air-raids affect one’s fellow men. Seven of us were engaged in a genteel “crap” game one balmy afternoon. I had been shooting sevens on the second throw for about twenty times in succession and my luck had just begun to change, when we caught the unmistakable drone of an airplane motor. Every¬ body paused for a moment, the guy that had the bones hesitated, then he smiled and did his duty, for the noise was a steady cheerful purr, which is the sound a French scout makes. But now the scene changed; a little later came another sound; again there was a pause in the game, everybody listened. The noise was like the hum of a giant bee, rising and falling; it was sinister, threatening. The whole crowd tried to smile but their faces were stiff. Some¬ body tried to joke, but his voice turned thin and reedy. Anyway, it was no joking matter, for a Boche Taube was approaching. The frog airmen by this time were a mere speck in the heavens, the Boche evidently did not know of his adversary’s presence, as he came steadily onward, at an altitude, I judged of about five thousand feet. We all got out in a small clearing so we could get a better view of the anticipated fight. The French airplane was coming a little lower down so he could get a better punch at the “Hun.” R-t-t -t-t a-t-a-a-p-p-p-p-t-t sings his machine gun. But the Hun had spied him and made a couple of loops and a tail spin which saved him. The battle was on, first one on top, then the other. Suddenly the “Frog side-slipped and poured a clip full of lead misiles into the Hun’s taube. The ship quivered for a second then crashed to the ground in flames, about three hundred feet from us. We rushed over to the ship. The Boche was still strapped in the cock¬ pit, and was frying like one of “Barker’s pork chops.” I managed to get a piece of a “strut” (a wing support) which to this day is one of my most treasured trophies of the war. The next town we went to was Bar-le-Duc, where the famous bat- tfe of Vin Rouge was fought, and here Major Cognac, a great French soldier, was lolled. At last I got my long earned furlough to Paris, the big town of wine, women, and, song. I will not attempt to give any description of in tup except of Juleau’s, the greatest cafe there. As we entered the place the lights were swimming in a smoke tog, the painted faces of beautiful madammoiselles, the stamp of feet, and the din of conversation, punctured by the popping of drawn corks, and now and then a laugh, more strident than all others. After a tew days of that, my buddie and I returned to camp ex¬ pecting to go direct to the front, but our chance never came as the ar¬ mistice was signed. “La guerre est fini!”, as the happy Frenchmen exclaimed. I admit I wa s happy too, but I hated to give up the chance of sticking my bayonet through a “Barbarous Boche.” I must sorrowfully add that my buddie is now pushing up the daises in France. As we were doing “short-order” drill one day, we were given a rest period. This fellow foolishly leaned against a bar¬ rage and when they suddenly lifted it, he fell into a shell-hole and received such painful injuries, he “went west.” We left Bar-le-duc, and went to another town for a short stay. Started for home May 13th. B’lieve me “bo’ ” ’13’ didn’t sound unlucky to me for I was some glad boy to get started. Arrived home safe and sound May 22, 1919. The worst exped¬ ience I had was to return home and find “my sweetie” with another fellow. As ever, with a good-luck to C. H. S. Lyle B. Dehay, D. S. C. Buck private in the reak rank. Los Angeles, April 5, 1920. Dear Bill: 1 am glad to know that the “Spectator” will soon be issued again. You ask me to relate some overseas experiences. Allow me to tell you first how much my school work at old C. U. H. S. helped me in the Artillery branch of the service. Some of the subjects at school that we took up seemed of little practical value to me at the time, but were very useful in my Army training. I believe that no matter what subject a person studies or reads about—it may have no bearing whatever on his particular line of endeavor—some time sooner or later it will prove useful to draw upon. Seldom, in artillery firing does the officer from the battery see his tar¬ get. Geometry is used a great deal in figuring the necessary lines and angles. With the great range guns the firing data is figured by trig¬ onometry as this must be much more accurately done with the smaller guns. We were required to study maps and here is where the physical geography that I studied in the 5th and 6th grades proved useful. Latin — the old bugaboo, and French, of course, helped materially in understanding the language. • A knowledge of physics was useful in communication work with telephones, the “buzzer” which is similar to the telegraph in use, and later in the study of motors and transportation problems in connection with the moving of big guns. Chemistry we touched on in the study of gases and powders. Even modern and medieval history proved useful upon seeing historical points of interest. Over there I had the opportunity of attending Saumur the oldest and most famous Cavalry School in the world. It had been taken over by our government for an Artillery School. In times of peace, each nation, Germany excepted, is permitted to send two representatives a year to this school for observation purposes. Every year the United States sends two graduates from West Point to take the cavalry course. It is said that the German Crown Prince asked to be permitted to at¬ tend but the instructors at the school, as well as the French Govern¬ ment. would not permit this. The names of famous generals who had attended there were on the walls, probably the most famous of which was that of Marshall Ney, Napoleon’s chief aid. Saumur is a great wine center on the Loire river. The wineries are chiefly in caves cut from the chalky formation of the river banks. Over forty miles of caves here are used in this way. I was in one of these and saw thousands of bottles of champagne being aged. We were told that this one plant before the war had a capacity of six million bottles a year. At Saumur I visited the expert who started the cham¬ pagne plant for the Italian-Swiss Colony. I think the most interesting incident that I recall was the way that I saw Napoleon’s tomb. Several of us while in Paris went out to Les Invalades especially to see Napoleon’s tomb w T hicli is directly in the rear of this famous old hospital. We were told, however, that no one was permitted to see the tomb at that time and that it was heavily guarded. However, the American uniform and a few francs in the pro¬ per place often worked wonders. One of the guards led us up on old dat k staii waj, all the time warning us to keep silent. He very mys- tenously-le 1 us through low dark passageways, always up and up a little higher until we emerged into the sunlight to find ourselves about half wav Iptthe outside of the rotunda of Napoleon’s tomb. With still more climbing on iron ladders we arrived near the top and entered a glass door to find ourselves on a ledge inside the dome. Just 260 feet below us was the tomb; covered with sand bags. This was done to protect it from aerial attacks. Many people have seen Nadol- eon’s tomb but a very few from that particular viewpoint. At another time in Paris the city was celebrating the retaking of Lille. It was a great holiday and a joyous throng filled the streets, foi their great manufacturing city of the north had been won back from the Germans. There was a great parade that day, the like of which I never again expect to see. Twenty-six different countries were represented and not until then did I realize that the Allies em¬ braced so many different nations. The parade passed in review before the “Hotel De Ville,” or City Hall as we would call it, and I was for¬ tunate in being close enough to see and hear President Poincaire and Premier Clemenceau. One Sunday I had a very pleasant surprise at Orleans, the Home of Joan of Arc, when I met T. Brush unexpectedly. It was centainlv fine to meet a friend from the old home town over there. At one time I was fifteen miles from Marked Baer for several months without being aware of the fact, and when I did find it out we missed connections and failed to see each other. I think the most interesting sight of all to me, though, was the Perry Building, the day we arrived back home in San Francisco. Yours very truly, W. F. Sedlgey. All the girls have been very enthusiastic over Basket Ball this season. It is very remarkable that the Freshmen are developing in¬ to excellent players so that we may expect an extraordinarily good team next year. Of course, the Freshies have lots of room to grow, but they are nevertheless good players. This year all the girls have had opportunities for practice. Last semester, Ruby Ingram was captain of the team and Edna Cooley business manager. This semester, Marjorie Carrie was elected captain and Edna Cooley kept her old position. Our lineup consists of—Guards, Marjorie Carrie, Arcada Williams; Forwards—Mary Gi- anoli, Josephine Bassetti; Touch Center—Mabel Ledford; Running Center—Ruby Ingram. Our team is worthy of much praise, as it has done unusually good playing. The games, however, would all have been lost if it had not been for our splendid forwards. Each member of the team has been exceptionally good, and deserves her share of the praise. Our team would never have proved successful without the gal¬ lant efforts of Mr. Olmstead, who has been our very capable coach. We were beaten by Calistoga with a score of 28 to 18. It was a very much disheartened team that came home with the advice “Try again” ringing in our ears. Calistoga’s team had had much more practice and were also larger girls than Cloverdale’s, but in spite of our defeat, Calistoga showed us a lovely time after the game, treat¬ ing us to a good hot supper and a lively dance. Our next game was with Geyserville. It was really a shame the way we walked away with it, but of course we wanted all We could get Even at that, half of our team that night consisted of substitutes. We heat them by a score of 41 to 4. Our game with Ukiah was the best of the season. Our team was in excellent condition and we were all “jazzed” up to the occasion. Ukiah tried to scare us by a little yelling, but we were undaunted, and they changed their tune before the game was over. The Ukiah girls believed in rough playing so we showed them what roughness realJv meant. They were good players and it took hard work to beat them, but we did it by a score of 16 to 10. They lacked team work and were too hot headed. It was a joyful game for C. H. S. Basket Ball Team. BOYS’ ATHLETICS For the last three years there has been a constantly increasing interest and activity in athletics. Basket-ball especially staged a comeback, as the auditorium serv¬ ed as a fine indoor court, and in 1917 and 1918 several games were played. This year, though nearly all the members of the team were inexperienced, they made a very good showing. In the following games Cloverdale showed her indomitable spirit: Cloverdale... .18 vs. G-eyserville..... _6 Cloverdale... .. 17 vs. Calistoga.... 43 Cloverdale... 36 vs Geyserville. 21 Cloverdale... . 38 vs. Calistoga.. ...43 Cloverdale... 9 vs. Lakeport.. ...34 Cloverdale... ..25 vs. Healdsburg. ... 14 Cloverdale... 19 vs. Santa Rosa.. ...27 Cloverdale... 34 vs. Gevserville. 35 BASEBALL For the first time in many years C. H. S. has organized a base- hall team. We have had only a few practice games on the school grounds, but as soon as the new diamond is in condition we expect that some fast games will be played. Our team has all the prospects of being a humdinger. Although it is new at the business, it is de termined to preserve the honor of C. H. S. We also have quite a number of track enthusiasts and hope to make a showing at the meets tins year. The Freshmen Reception The Freshmen reception was held Sept. 19, in our Auditorium where our school colors of blue and gold added charm to the fes¬ tal scene. A special space was designated for the Freshies. The color scheme here was in har¬ mony with the chronic greenness and youthfulness of those for whom it was reserved. Dancing was the chief amusement and the hosts saw to it that the new¬ comers had full possession of the floor for several dances. All en¬ joyed the good music. Professor and Mrs. Olmstead Entertain Our Prof, assisted by his dear lady entertained the Basket Ball team with the Senior and Junior classes in October. Games and social chit-chat were indulged in and the hours flew by so quickly that be¬ fore we realized it was time to say “good-bye.” We left with a HIP HIP HURRAY for the Professor and his wife. A Second Reception At the hospitable home of the Olmsteads a party similar to the above was given to the Sophomore and Freshman classes. “Pit” was ‘the principal game and much amusement was created by the girls auc¬ tioneering off the boys. By very persistent efforts the boys brought fairly good prices, even as much as fifteen beans. After refreshments were served, all departed wishing that all schools had a head so in¬ terested in giving the pupils a good time. S. S. Give Supper Dance The Social Six composed of young men, formerly Cloverdale stu¬ dents, gave a most enjoyable Supper Dance at the Orange City Hotel. The banquet hall was artistically decorated, the lights being so ar¬ ranged as to diffuse a red glow which was very affective. Six tables were set, each accomodating two couples. The dance was preceded by a theatre party, ful hosts. The whole affair showed that the Social Six are deliglu- G. G. C. Dance One of the most pleasant affairs of the season was a dance in De- cember given by the G. G. C. The School Auditorium was tastefullv decorated iu green and pink, their club colors. It was well attended bv the young people of the school and town. A Unique Party jh, n Nove ™ ber fourteenth a superstitous party was given by the G. . r ' g11 ' s the hospitable Melville home. Formality was dispensed with and all sat m a mystic circle around an artistically set table on the floor, lhe club colors, pink and green, predominated every where. Iu the early hours of the morning all tripped softly home whispering be caieiul for tlie goblins will get you if you don’t watcb out.” Serenade to Farmer Graduates Raymond Roberts, class of 1916, and Miss Oma Osmon, class of . J, iveie married in February. A few evenings afterward a num¬ ber of their friends, mostly of C. H. S., serenaded them in their home over the hill. They were invited in and entertained royally after which they extended hearty good wishes and congratulations the couple. Washington’s Birthday Party A pleasant affair was given at Wiedersheim’s in honor of Miss Frminie who came up from San Francisco for the week end. She was accompanied by Miss Lois McMichael, one of her classmates. The young ladies enjoyed meeting the old C. H. S. friends. The table was decorated with hatchets, red, white and blue, ribbons and cherry blossoms. A new game was introduced called “Picturing Love”, which all thoroughly enjoyed. Hallowe’en Party Given by Paul Weage An especially good Hallowe’en party was given by Paul Weage. The goblins showed the young folks how to play many pranks. They cut cardboards into all kinds of odd pieces that had to be pieced out by the young men to obtain supper partners. Fortunes were told and games of the season played. Paul and his mother made an ideal host and hostess. Leap Year Progressive Supper Party Invitations were issued by the G. G. C. for a progressive supper to their gentlemen friends, on the evening of March thirtieth. All the forms of leap year were adhered to. The first course of the re¬ past was daintily served at Miss Zelma Black’s home; the next at Miss Arcada Williams’; the third, or dinner course, at Miss Edna Cooley’s, and the last at Miss Doreen Melville”s. Each was termed better than the other and none could state which was “the other”. Games, dancing and music were freely interspersed and all declared it a delightful evening. Eats for Calistoga Boys The Senior and Junior girls served supper to the Calistova bovs after a ball game played in our Auditorium in November. An in¬ formal dance was given after the supper, which the boys and girls enjoyed greatly. Miss Bernice Gr?nt Entertains One of the many informal evening gatherings held at the Grant home was a supper given by Miss Bernice. Covers were laid for eight lucky students. Whist and music were the features of the evening. G. G. C. High Jinks On April twenty-first the G. G. C. erirls had a pajamerena at the William’s home. One victim was initiated, to her joy and satisfac¬ tion. She would like to tell you all about it but does not dare. But, say! it was some great time!! I did hear, however, that hot tamales were served around the open fire place. Barn Dance n old fashioned barn dance was given on April thirtieth at the Weidersheim Ranch, below town. The gorls wore “caikers” and the hoys overalls. Fifteen couples attended among whom were Miss Helen Baehr, Miss Joe Waters and Miss Lola White, who came home with Miss Erminie Weidersheim for the week end. Punch, ice cream, and cake were served. Mr. and Mrs. Beretta furnished plenty of Jazz music for the dance. May Day in Cloverdale Were you there! Of course, everybody was. Where? On the C. H. S. grounds and in the School house on May first. What for? For games, for stunts, for races, for booths of all kinds, a general pic¬ nic time in the afternoon and vaudeville and dance in the evening. Only one good thing was left out and that was its repetition on May first, 1921. The 0. V. L. Society fulfills the function of a student body or¬ ganization in that it supervises social functions and furnishes the money for the various activities of the school as a whole: the basket¬ ball, the baseball, and the tennis. The O. V. L. is in reality a musical and literary society for edu¬ cational purposes as well as for interest and amusement. The meet¬ ings are held every other Friday afternoon and very pleasing pro¬ grams are rendered. For instance, at one time the subject chosen was “The Philippines.” Under that were included the Geography, the People, the Industries and the Customs of this country. Many orig¬ inal poems and stories are read, some of which are very clever. The society has for the last few years taken the place of a debat¬ ing club. The debates have usually been interclass. This caused ar¬ guments to wax hot and interesting, as might well be supposed from such questions as—“Resolved, that Herbert Hoover is better quali¬ fied for President than Leonard Wood,” or, “Resolved that Leap Year Should be Abolished.” We have also been greatly interested in Parlia¬ mentary training and the holding of extemporaneous debates. The 0. V. L. publishes The Spectator, an annual magazine of the progress and activities of our school. We are quite proud of it and aim in it to have our best school talent. In order to raise money for this, the O. V. L. gives during the year, various entertainments and stages a play. DRAMATICS Our first attempt to display the talent of the C. H. S. student body this year was an Orplieum number which took place Friday evening December 19, 1919. The first number on the program was an original song of welcome by Areada Williams, whose voice rang forth soft and sweet. We all know that most of our Freshmen were very busy and in¬ dustrious about two weeks before the Vaudeville took place. The rea¬ son was simply this! an original Christmas poem contest by the Fresh¬ men was held with John Ornbaun as editor of the Enterprise. A five dollar prize was offered for the best poem. Clifford Adcock and Mary Bassetti, since they had so honorably composed their poem together, were the winners of the prize. x411 the other poets, among whom was found the poet star, Alfred Imperiale, deserve much credit. The Humanoplione, a new instrument that approximates the hu¬ man voice more than any other known instrument, was very much ap¬ preciated by all present. The instrument itself was of as much inter¬ est as were the songs and the clear voices. The director, Philip Brandt, although very uneasy, made a good success of his new invention. A. couple of amusing songs by the male quartet, composed of Rav Olmstead, George Cooley, William Shipley and Paul Weages, followed while the two artistic couples for a Spanish Dance, Marjorie Carrie and Melvvn Hall, Bernice Haehl and Harold Thompson were patiently waiting for the rise of the curtain. Their execution of the dance was much appreciated. Marv Louise Wiedersheim next displayed great talent for recit¬ ing by giving a pleasing selection, entitled, “An old Sweetheart of Mine,” and responding to an encore by a musical poem, “Nothing to Say.” The stage was next possessed by eight of the C. H. S. young ladies, very daintily dressed, who gave the chorus dance, “Bring Back.” Ber¬ nice Haehl and Eleanora Wilson very dramatically led the chorus but all deserved the hearty applause which followed this number. The last number on the program was slack wire walking and jugg¬ ling, done in clown fashion by Ray Olmstead, Roy Todd, and William Ledford with Russell Horn as “some chicken.” This proved to be of much interest and a great success. SENIOR AND JUNIOR PLAY After much difficulty in selecting a play, the committee decided upon “Why Smith Left Home,” with the cast as follows: John Smith, who loves his wife and lives in New York.Wm. Shipley Gen. Billetdoux, his wife’s second husband.,.Philip Brandt Count Von Guggenheim, who made them twisted,.Paul Weage Major Duncome, with memories of last night.Roy Tod Clifford Barker Robert Walton, Mrs. Smith’s brother.... u . Mrs. John Smith, who loves her husband no matter where he lives .......Ruby Ingram Miss Smith, a lady in waiting...Marth Hibbard Mrs. Billetdoux, Mrs. Smith’s aunt.Marjorie Carrie Rose Walton, Robert’s bride of a day...Mary Gianoli Julia, touchingly clever.......Zelma Black Elise, a maid..._.Edna Cooley Lavina Daly, who is a lady and knows it.„.....Louise Hastie William Shipley is a young gentleman rather inexperienced in the affairs of a man in his forties, yet he made quite a success of his attempts. He made good use of his conceitedness and feeling of im¬ portance. The only after effect that he has experienced since acting the part of Mr. Smith, is the temptation of holding forth his arms whenever Ruby appears on the scene. Philip Brandt succeeded very well in the character of a French¬ man, at least his French lessons have improved immensely. His act¬ ing appeared to be quite natural, only a few years advanced in age when Julia was in sight. Paul Weage, a heart-broken count was he. He expressed his love for Martha in plain words, only with a little German accent. The answers to his questions were always very short either “Yes,” or “No”. This all proved not a mistake but an evident success. Roy Tod was the right gentleman for the Major. He certainly possessed dramatic talent and, above all, a good voice. Clifford Barker proved to be a rather affectionate brother to Ruby but also made a very kind husband, which fact was displayed in his smiling words to Mary. A pity Clifford was not born an Ital¬ ian for he would would certainly have a wonderfulla methoda of speak¬ ing the American language. Ruby Ingram, so beautiful and stately, acted her part with the skill of an artist. Martha Hibbard was very serious and full of meaning. She too, has somewhat improved in the heart-breaking art, for Paul has really been seen smiling lately. . Marjorie Carrie surely acted the part of Mrs. Billetdoux. Hef expressions, her words, her strictness, her preciseness, all proved very impressive. For instance, she was impressive to her nephew, Mr. Smith, for those conversations and engaging glances have ceased t« occur since she forbade them. Mary Gianoli, an innocent bride for a day, found it quite a task (o smile vacantly, and to make people think that she couldn’t under¬ stand English, for we all know her far different from this. Still her part proved a success. Her dancing talent was displayed in a few steps with which she favored the audience. Zelma Black, the very modest and clever maid, showed a great talent for dramatics. A personal event between Julia and Mr. Smith was very pleasant to this young lady. The only remark heard was that Zelma was sorry this event was a mistake. Edna Cooley was a very refined maid. Her sentences were short and sweet, but sweeter still was her voice in favoring our audience with a song. Louise Hastie was a great cook. She really could bake cakes which required hammers to eat them. She acted her part with the sternness required. In the jolly and witty parts she proved herself equally proficient. The coaching done by Mr. Olmstead was highly appreciated by all the members. The success of the performance was due in great part to his work. Cloverdale High School sends its greetings and best wishes to all its loyal sons and daughters. We are proud of them and wish them all a con¬ tinuation of the success that has attended them so far. It is possible to print the names and address of those only who have been graduated during the last few years. Class of 1915 -Genevieve Phelan is in San Francisco. Class of 1916 Helen Carrie is teaching in the Cloverdale Grammar School. Goldie Hale is stenographer in San Francisco. Henry Barnes is ranching near Harwich. Will Ahrens is ranching near Penn Grove. -Joty Sedgley is at U. C. Class of 1917 Harold Thompson is in business in Cloverdale. Melvyn Hall is assistant manager of the Emporium. Cloverdale. Erminie Weidersheim is working in San Francisco. Pauline DeHay is teaching school near San Rafael. Rolland Harter is at home. Lois McMicliael is working in Oakland. Theron Seits is on his ranch near Gevserville. Ethel Daniels is in San Francisco. Mrs. Zittleman (Christine Lea) is living in Cloverdale. Raymond Roberts is Jiving on a ranch near Cloverdale. Class of 1918 Elliott Donald is at U. .0. .Zelma Eells is in Alameda. Frances Coffey is working in San Francisco. Mrs. Brush (Lorraine Kruse) is living in Mill Valley. Mrs. Waterman (Merle McCray) is living in San Francisco Harry Ludwig is at, home. Class of 1919 Mrs. Copeland (Grace Tyler) is living near Cloverdale. Esther Eells is in Alameda. Mrs. Roberts (Oma Osmon) is living near Cloverdale. A LITTLE NONSENSE NOW AND THEN IS RELISHED BY THE WISEST MEN ! ! Mr. Olmstead: (During study period): “I want the talking in the end of the room stopped.’’ Whisper from the back of the room: “Which end?” Miss Pierson: (In Modern History) “Alfred, where is Alaska?” Alfred: “In the Southern part of Russia.” Willie to Ruby: “What shape is a kiss?” Ruby: “I don’t know.” Willie: “Give me one and we’ll call it square.” Kklna: “Were yon happy when you first started for France??’ Kenneth: “Happy! I was in transports.” Ruby: “Are you afraid of snakes, Betty?” Betty: “I must confess I am a little afraid of a rattler.” Ruby: “Oh, I’m not talking about your car.” Prof. 0.: “Roy, what is a cube?” Roy: “A cube is a solid surrounded by six equal squares.” Prof. 0.: “Right. Clifford, wliat is a cone?” Clifford: “A cone? Why-er-a cone is-er-a funnel stuffed with ice cream. ’ ’ ATTENTION! A merchant named Robert E. Flynn, Wants all the good folks to come in, He has all of the staples to put on your tables, Sure GROCERIES is what he’s in. GOOD GROCERIES QUICK SERVICE CLOVERDALE Miss Pierson: ‘ ‘ Francis, make a sentence with the words ‘ ‘ dozen ’ ’ and “toward” in it.” Francis: (After thinking a while) “I dozen know how I toward my coat.” Mr. Olmstead: (Gen. Science) “Johnnie, liow do you suppose the planets were discovered?” Johnnie: (brightly) “By a microscope.” DINEEN’S PHARMACY Cloverdale California PHONE 2 Thanks you for your patronage They were seated at the table. “Will you have a little shrimp?” asked Alfred. “Oh!” said Vina, “This is so sudden.” “Pa, give me a quarter,” said Roy. “Why, son, you’re too old to be asking for a quarter.” “I guess you’re right, dad; better make it a dollar.” THOMPSON’S BAKERY AND CONFECTIONERY Baum’s Assorted Chocolates Watch for our Saturday Specials in Pastry Our Ice Cream—As good as THE BEST AND BETTER THAN MOST Superior Soda Service THE MAXWELL TOURING CAR If you are inclined to be particular about the appearance of your motoring vehicle, consider the MAXWELL from different points of view. Let us demonstrate the qualities of this popular car. See us for Repair Work and Accessories. HULBERT BROS. THE NE WGARAGE, South West Street PHONE 97 Agent Maxwell Touring Cars and Trucks “Oh,” said Vina, reading a note, “Alfred spells ridiculously.” “Does he!” said Miss Pierson, who had overheard. “Well, if he does its about the only word he can spell, as far as my observation goes.” “Yes” said Billy pompously, “I did not always have this red roadster. When I first started in life I had to walk.” “ You w T ere lucky,” said Paul. “When I first started life I couldn’t walk. ’ ’ FOR ICE-TELEPHONE 12 Deliveries between 7 a. m. and 11 a. m. R. E. HENDRICKS TOM B. WILSON News Agency and Magazines Cigars, Cigarettes, Tobacco AT BEAULIEU’S For Electrical Work See JACK WARREN At Central Garage, Cloverdale GEO. WESTON Jeweler and Optician See him, for Class Pins Miss Pierson: “What were the qualities of character of the Puritans ? ’ ’ Alfred: “The men wore short pants.” Class: Ha! Ha! f Marjorie: (Joyfully to Bernice Grant) “Oh, the new boy is a Junior,” Mr. O.: (Who had overheard) “No lie isn’t; he’s a Freshman.” Marjorie: (Meekly) “Oh.” Bernice: “Oh, Boy.” FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF CLOVERDALE (Commercial) Capital and Surplus $75,000.00 4 Per Cent on Term Deposits Interest Payable Semi-Annually Insurance You insure to be sure, therefore, by the best It Costs No More Fire Insurance AETNA—ROYAL—HARTFORD Life Insurance MUTUAL LIFE INS. CO. O FNEW YORK Accident and Health Insurance HARTFORD ACCIDENT INDEMNITY CO. ROYAL INDEMNITY CO. Bonding and Fidelity NATIONAL SURETY CO. C. L. SEDGLEY Agent Miss P.: “Clifford, give me a sentence with the word seldom.” Clifford: (Thinking deeply) “Last week father had five horses, but yesterday he seldom.” “We can’t dance any more now,” said Miss Carrie. “There are no more needles for the Victrola. ” “Here’s a pin,” said Dolly brightly. CLOVERDALE DOMESTIC LAUNDRY P. CARREY Excellent Work Done at Moderate Prices. Give us a try. West Street Cloverdale, Calif. McABEE (“The Easy Shaver”) FIRST-CLASS BARBER SHOP Good Work Up-to-Date Quick Service Three doors south of bank If you wish to sell your property, list it with me. I have numerous inquiries for all kinds of property. REAL ESTATE For Sale by F. H. GIBSON Also Insurance, Notary Public WESTON BUILDING WEST STREET He: Generally speaking girls are- She: Are what! He: Generally speaking.—Ex. ! Sophomore: I want to feed on literature. What authors would you recommend to give me a literary appetite! Senior: I think, if I were you, I would begin with Hogg, Lamb and Bacon. N. S. COBB FURNITURE AND UNDERTAKING Floor Coverings, Wall Paper, General Furniture Repairing Cooley Building, West St., Cloverdale The Winchester Store You will find satisfaction also in our GROCERIES, CROCKERY. PAINTS, OILS imrie McClelland Pat had just arrived, in America, and was standing in front of the N. Y. court house, admiring its grandeur, when a lawyer from an up¬ stairs window shouted: ‘ ‘ Hello Pat, did you think this was a church! ’ ’ “Faith and Oi did till Oi saw the divil poke his head out of the window,” replied Pat. Miss P.: “Johnnie, what is America to be?” Johnnie: “A Melting Pot.” Miss P.: “What will they do with the foreigners?” Johnnie: ‘ ‘ Melt them. ’ ’ Our aim is to carry the best in STATIONERY, CANDIES, ICE CREAM, WATER ICE AND SHERBETS Ask for a C. H. S. Special All Kinds of Soft Drinks Ice Cold Next Door to Post Office Groceries and Hardware TELEPHONE 102 CLOVERDALE, CALIFORNIA The small boy had just had a painful experience with a wasp, as mother comforted him. “Did God make wasps!” he asked. “Yes dear, of course.” “I’ll bet He didn’t hang on long after he finished them, did He!” An intelligent Frenchman was studying the English language. “When I discovered that if I was quick, I was fast,” said he, “That if I was tied I was fast, and if I spent too freely I was fast, I was dis¬ couraged! But when I came across the sentence, ‘The first one won one prize,’ I was tempted to give up trying to learn English.” CENTRAL GARAGE R. C. MELLVILLE Agency for STUDEBAKER AND CHEVROLET AUTOMOBILES G. M. C. TRUCKS SAMSON TRACTORS Let us make that old Car or Truck of yours into a new machine. EXPERT REPAIRING FISK AND FIRESTONE TIRES Prof. Olmstead: “Lee, how do bees dispose of their honey” “They cell it,” said Lee. “Tommy is the worst boy in school, Harry, and I want you to keep as far away from him as you can.” “I do mother, he’s at the head of the class most of the time.” VEGETABLE AND PRODUCE MARKET L. GRIMMER, Prop. Fresh Vegetables and Soft Drinks Orders taken for Dressed Chickens CLOVERDALE MEAT MARKET H. I. BARKER, Prop. FRESH MEATS, HAM, BACON, LARD, ETC. Latest Improved Cold Storage Facilities Cloverdale, California Long wear, Fit and Workmanship. Our Tailoring Unbeatable. Come in. See our Big New Summer Display of Latest Offerings. Remem¬ ber, every order truly tailored to your measure. Speedy Service. J. J. SWORDS Tailor, Cloverdale Cleaning and Pressing a Specialty Prof. Olmstead to Francis: “Now don’t you see how ridiculous it is for you to—er—let me see. What is it I am scolding you about?” A lady rushed into one of our local hardware stores and said, ‘ ‘ Give me a mouse trap, and please hurry. I want to catch a train. ’ ’ Mr. Frates: “Why do you wish to leave school and go to work so young, Francis?” Francis: “It’s this way dad, school is going to be a tough place the next few years. We will have a new map of Europe to study, and ,if we fail, Miss Pierson is likely to give us the Constitution of the League of Nations to learn by heart.” GREETINGS AND BEST WISHES to the Graduating Class of 1920 and all the pupils and teachers of the C. H. S. from THE EMPORIUM Cloverdale’s Leading Store Little James came home from school With a determined look on hi s face. “Mother,’ he said, “I am going to quit school and be a teacher. ’ ’ “Why, how can yon,” said his mother, laughing, 4 Yon don’t know enongh.” “Why, you don’t have to know anything! All yon have to do is to ask qnestions.” “John, your manners are awful. You dustetd the chair at Mrs. H.’s before you sat down, and their little boy was watching you, too.” “Yes,” said John, “And I was watching him; I’m too old a fish to be caught on a bent pin.” H. G. GRANT Corner West and Center Streets Dry Goods, Clothing, Furnishings, Shoes, Etc. Outfitter for the whole family. We’ve made quality our watcli-word and service our habit H. G. GRANT Agent for Buster Brown Shoes PHONE 47 CLOVERDALE, CALIFORNIA Mrs. 0.: “What did the children say when you told them there was no Santa Claus?” Mr. 0.: “They asked if I had just found it out.” Prof. Olmstead: “You are the slowest boy I ever saw. Aren’t you quick at anything?” Bobby L.: “Yes sir, nobody cacn get tired as quick as I can.” DR. W. C. SHIPLEY Physician and Surgeon Office Phone 80 Residence Phone 36 Office—Carico Building - Cloverdale, California DR. WALL M. BILLINGS DENTIST Hours 9 a. m. to 12 m. 1 to 4:30 p. m. PHONE 28W Office, Carico Bldg., West Street Cloverdale, California “Quality is our basis of Value” GEORGE CAVALLI Quality Merchandise —Moderately Priced Phone 26 Cloverdale California “Name one of the principal industries of New York City,” said Miss Pierson. Johnnie’s hand came up. “Yes, Johnnie,” said Miss P. Johnny arose and with much assurance said, “Sky-scraping.” A worker in a shipyard refused to have his baby christened be¬ cause, as he explained, he was afraind the minister would hurt the baby when he hit it with the bottle. CLOVERDALE BLACKSMITH SHOP J. H. FLETCHER, Prop. Blacksmithing, Horseshoeing and General Repairing Cloverdale California TIRES AND ACCESSORIES RENTING AND REPAIRING The Cloverdale Garage Ford and Bmek Agency FORDSON TRACTORS OLIVER IMPLEMENTS JACK W. SCHMITZ CLOVERDALE, CAL. “What is it that pervades all space?” asked Miss Barry, “Which no wall or door or other substances can shut out? “The odor of onions,” said Paul Weage cleverly. A. N. AHRENS CIGAR STAND La Floridad Cigars “The Best What Is” Cloverdale, Calif. Clifford Barker lias determined to sell his delivery car and wishes the Edito rto give him space in the Spectator. Following is the de¬ scription furnished: FOR SALE One Ford car minus the piston rings, Two fenders off and on front spring, Crooked wheels and seat of plank, Burns up oil and is hard to crank. Carburetor busted half way through, Enine misses, hits on two, Nine years old, be ten next spring, Shock absorbers, everything. Some spokes missing, axle bent, Tires punctured, battery spent. Lots of speed, runs like the deuce, Burns gasoline and tobacco juice. If you want this boat, inquire within— Pretty good car for the shape it’s in. R. F. GREEN, Manager F. H. MASON, Millmau CLOVERDALE LUMBER YARD AND PLANING MILL Lake Street Phone, Cloverdale Cloverdale, California