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

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THE SPECTATOR ell, here we are in 1924 and juniors! When we were fresh ' men the name “junior” seemed to mean a great accomplish ' ment. To prove that we have been awake and working this year, let us give just a mention of a few of the things we can boast of. i One of our famous members has kept us, and several of the seniors, entertained by eating candy, cookies, bananas, oranges, and other delicacies when she was pretending to be very studious. Another one is so taken up with his work, especially in chemistry, that he must have students repeat their answers several times so that he may hear and understand all fully. A third spends so much time with his violin that he sometimes finds it necessary to fall asleep during study period. A fourth has become so interested in his scout work that we often find him day ' dreaming about it; but we hope that when he has reached the highest honor in that organization he will forget about it for a while and return to earth. One fair maid is so excited about orchestra practice that it would take a great deal to keep her away from it. Many of the rest of us could be charged with crimes just as great, but the editor forbids our telling it all just now. These attainments are by no means the whole story, for between times we have managed to study a few lessons and acquire some of the erudition which belongs to our exalted position. For the coming year of 1925 our plans are great and extensive. With all due respect to the seniors of this year we aim to try to surpass them. A few of the things we expect to do are: To help the freshmen and at least give them a little peace when they come into high school. We plan to help advertise the plays and entertain ' ments with zest and to do it unselfishly. But, folks, if we fall down on some of these things don’t jerk us up too harshly, as it will be the first time we have been seniors, you know, and we want to enjoy the honors as much as possible without being bothered too much with the responsibility. M

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plentiful. I went down, but the only thing I could find to dig was potatoes. I haven’t had any success in finding gold and haven’t even my old Ford left, so I had to walk all the way up here. It took me a week, but I could not think of missing this banquet. Meeting you all and talking with you has much more than repaid me for all the weary steps that I trudged to get back to this spot. Alice Grace, will you start up the Old Blue and Gold so that we may once more feel thoroughly at home in our Clover dale?” The Old Blue and Gold Near the glorious Russian River, With its wealth of legends rare, Is the school we all shall cherish, Is the school to us so fair! We have seen her growth and progress And with spirit free and bold We declare our firm allegiance To the Blue and the Gold! Tho the years in quick succession Roll away to come no more. And we wander never staying. Ever land and ocean o’er, We will still recall with gladness Happy days we spent of old When we marched beneath the banner Of the Blue and the Gold. To the banks of the Russian River When the days are past and gone, When as schoolmates we have parted And our lessons all are done, We’ll return and show our comrades We’re as loyal as of old And cheer them on to victory ’Neath the Old Blue and Gold.

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THE SPECTATOR The Juniors The Juniors, the Juniors, the Juniors, are we; This is the class of Juniors you see. You won’t forget us, we know you shan’t, ’Cause this is the class that never says can’t. We use our might and then our zest To try to make our school the best And outclass others by so far They’ll think it’s on a shooting star. The Junior Class, we pull for all; We hate to see a brother fall; We help him up and on his way; That’s us, the Junior Class today. Of all the mottoes ’neath the sun Our “Onward and Upward” takes the bun. And of all the flow’rs on earth we chose The one by the name of Sweet Baby Rose. Forrest McAbee