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

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N AUGUST, 1919, sixteen determined Freshmen entered C. H. S. We were nervous because of the stories we had heard about the severity of the upperclassmen toward blundering Freshmen, but we lacked a whole lot of being afraid. We had not, how¬ ever, reckoned on the wonderful wisdom of our superiors. They were keen enough to invent tortures that tamed us down and took the conceit out of us. The initiation cere¬ mony was the crowning act of all this disciplinary terrorizing. After surviving that, we were so hardened that even the most bashful of our number became bold enough to question the superiority of the Sophomores. Higher classmen were, however, still approached with respect. The discipline of this year had done much to get us ready for the three years of hard work that were to follow. Do not think that we never played. Two of our boys won places on the basketball team and three on the baseball team. The girls, also, were interested in sports and showed much skill, espe¬ cially in basketball. We took an active part in the school entertainments. But with all that, we were not sorry when the year was over and, like the nautilus of old, we could leave our low-vaulted past to build more stately mansions in the Sophomore year. We returned to school in the fall determined to make a great record for ourselves. After the first few days were over, during which we completely out¬ witted the unsuspecting ' ' Freshies”, we settled down to do something else. By the middle of the term we had Caesar green with envy over our knowledge of history. Geometry nearly swamped some of our number but we quickly recov¬ ered ourselves and thoroughly routed the English lessons. Other subjects surrendered to us without a struggle. We were prominent in school activities throughout the whole year. But the ever-striving, ever-advancing urge was upon us. We wanted to see bigger things; we wanted to know what there was in that grander sphere called Junior. The Junior year was a very busy year for us and we also enjoyed it very [ 10 ]

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WASHINGTON HIATT ' ' On prince or bride no diamond stone Half so gracious ever shone, As the light of enterprise Beaming from a young man ' s eyes.” BETTY BENTLEY She is active, stirring, all hre — Cannot rest, cannot tire — To a stone she might have given life.” BERNICE GRANT She is pretty to ivalk ivith, And witty to talk with. And pleasant, too, to think on.” MARY BASSETTI O fair and stately maid, zvhose eyes Were kindled in the upper skies.”

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much because we were truly upperclassmen. We no longer looked upon the Seniors with awe. Much of our time was spent in school activities because we thought it was great sport to do more than the Seniors. In athletics and in social activities we tried to keep up with them while they forged ahead with great vim, conscious of the fact that they were the largest class that ever held the Senior place in C. H. S. In June we bade them a fond farewell. We had already laid plans for the coming year because we realized it would be our greatest. We had at last reached the top, although our goal was still a year away. This year has been a very enjoyable one, and as it gradually draws to a close and we are about to leave C. H. S. we think more than ever of the good times we have had and the loyal friendships we have enjoyed. We shall always remember this as four happy years of work and play. We have high ambitions which we expect to carry out. We intend to be among those to whom greatness comes, not accidentally but as reward for work well done. Spring Fever vs. Amlbition Oh gee! I hate to leave my gate. To wend my way to school today. Just now I feel as if rd keel Right up and die without a sigh, For Tm a Spring fever. You just watch me and you will see Tm bent on work and will not shirk. Tve got a plan by which Til span The Golden Gate, just you wait. For Tm Ambition. —McAbee ' 25. [ 11 ]