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

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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

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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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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