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

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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

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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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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