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

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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

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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

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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