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

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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.

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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

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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