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

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VERYTHiNG that grows cannot exist in the same surroundings. As this is the case with the class of ' 23, we have several articles which are too small for us but yet are in very good shape. We wish to dispose of them in the following ways, both collectively and individually. To the Juniors, we leave our ability to shift work to the other classes and trust that they will use it to as good advan¬ tage next year as we have used it this year. To the Sophomores, all rights and reservations which we disputed with them as to who could place the most names on the Honor Roll. To the Freshmen, our supply of high school wisdom. There is quite a bit and it should last them indefinitely. To the Faculty, we leave our love of holidays, with hopes that they will enjoy many of them. I, Bernice Grant, do hereby bequeath my interest in Healdsburg boys to Ann McMichael, to be added to what she already has. To ' ' Pug Domine I leave my compact booby,” so that she may never have to bestow that notorious name upon anyone else ' s such article, as it would hurt my feelings were she to do so. I, Wash Hiatt, do hereby bestow upon Warren McChesney my ability to make excuses for lack of home work. May he profit by them. To Yell Nobles I leave my position as bus driver, on condition that he learn to turn curves straight. I, Ethel Smalley, leave my permanent blush to Alice Grace Yordi, on the one condition that next year she pass it on to Pauline Domine, who in turn will leave it to Anita Sanford. To Celia Smith I bequeath my ability to impersonate characters on the stage. I, Mary Bassetti, bequeath to Harold Hiatt my studious nature, knowing that he can use it to very good advantage. To Merlyn Pearce I will my ability to prepare my Spanish lessons perfectly.” [ 15 ]

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The second number was Ethel Smalley, the woman who has the greatest power of concentration in the world. Ethel could type 225 words per minute or write 300 words in shorthand, taken by radiophone. She had achieved her championship only two days before; therefore her picture was being shown throughout the world. Thus, my prophecy is ended. In spite of my long journey and many adven¬ tures I ended up in dear old Cloverdale. Now, my classmates, if you intend to come up to the ideals of wisdom and accomplishment, as I have prophesied— look for the best and the best shall rise up to reward you. Let us go beyond the margin and reach our journey ' s end with high and noble endeavors to our credit. ' ' After it, follow it. Follow the gleam. Our Cloverdale Our Cloverdale ' s banner waves bright in the air And we love her fair colors so true; From the star and the flower we ' ve taken the gold, From heaven ' s high dome, the deep blue. To this standard we rally, whatever betide, To its symbols of power and of truth. For it rouses within us the will to aspire And lends joy to the days of our youth. Our Cloverdale High School, fond memories bind Thy sons and thy daughters to thee. For the Truth thou hast taught us to love and revere. From all doubt and all fear sets us free; In the power of its might we shall valiantly work For the right and the good and the true. While as victors we meet and we conquer each task, ' Neath our banner, the gold and the blue.

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I, Aldice Saunders, leave to Yell Nobles my ability to concentrate while studying. He may use it in order to remember dates. To Bernard Lyle I bequeath my graceful walk. I, Berneice McPherson, bequeath to Madeline Babcock my tall and stately appearance. To Anita Sanford I leave my baby ways, hoping that she culti¬ vates them with discretion. I, Carmella Perlie, do hereby bequeath to Elbert Gibbins my ability to get to school at least four days out of the week. To Irnita McPhail I leave my love of C. H. S., knowing that she will use it to the best advantage. I, Betty Bentley, do hereby bequeath my book of Physics problems to Jane Abetty Kleiser, hoping she will pass these on when she finishes them. To Isa¬ belle Murray I will my popularity with the photographer and sincerely hope she may enjoy posing for him more than I did. To this, our last will and testament (while in our sane minds), we the under¬ signed affix our signatures, on this 4th day of May, in the year one thousand nine hundred and twenty-three. Bernice Grant Berneice McPherson Carmella Perlie Wash Hiatt Aldice Saunders Mary Bassetti Ethel Smalley Betty Bentley A Home or a Castle Home is the dearest place on earth, Everything in it surely is worth More than thousands of castles There is none that can compare With a deal little home And the love that lives there. Castles are lovely, castles are fair. Sometimes a castle is built in the air. But a home, a real home. Is better than all Of the grandest of castles That tower so talU —Simonson ' 25. [ 16 ]