Ferndale Union High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Ferndale, CA)

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Class History L., N the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and six, in the 9 month of August, twenty Freshmen, with fear and trem- eig 1 bling, entered the old weatherbeaten building known as the Ferndale Union High School. The principal, Mr. R. WQWZ H. Van Horn, seated us among the haughty Sophomores, across the hall from the study room of the learned juniors and Seniors of whom we stood in awe, and introduced the other members of the Faculty, Miss Grace Smith and Mr. Passmore. Then for us troublous times did begin while the older students tried to impress upon us their superiority, and ducked our boys beneath the water spout while the girls stood wringing their hands for pity. But undaunted we held our own and many a merry time we had in our old study hall. Many a note and many a whisper went round, bringing Mr. Passmore tb the door with repeated warnings. When the Christmas vacation had come and gone again, lo, Mr. Passmore had vanished and in his place stood Mr. Moore. And while he hammered Algebra into our hard heads, outside, the hammers rang upon the new High School building and we joined in the watchword Watch the F. U. H. S. grow! Upon the twenty-second of February it was dedicated and we joyfully moved into the large and sunny building. One more terrible experience did we have, when the examiner from Berkeley walked into our school. But summer came and having passed the last, long, difficult examination we departed. When we reassembled to begin our Sophomore year we found that four had left our band. A new teacher, Miss Falk, had come among us and Mr. Van Horn had gone. Mr. Moore was now our principal, and this position he still holds. This year saw great interest roused in behalf of athletics. Mr. Moore greatly helped the boys in all their sports while Miss Falk taught the girls the art of handling the basket ball. Our class fur- nished not a few members of the different teams. And all too quickly this year with its pleasures and its duties, passed away. Another summer had gone, and, alas, but nine returned to fill the Junior ranks. Miss Falk also did not return and in her place was one, Miss Millard, who stayed with us for half a year and then departed setting sail upon the sea of matrimony. Then came Miss McDermott who after a brief stay of two weeks left our midst. This vacancy was filled by Miss Tammen who still faithfully is helping us along the rocky road to know- PAGE TWELVE

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Class Poem When at eve the sun descending lights the hilltops with its glow, Then the heart is filled with longing, then the traveler yearns to go Where the glory of the evening rests upon each burning peak, And to travel onward, upward, from the pathway low and meek. Like the traveler in the foothills So is our own life begun, Wandering ever in the lowlands 'Neath the early morning sun. But the path of knowledge leads us Upwards, though by slow degrees, 'Til we drop our childish playthings Leave our childhood's days of ease. Then the way grows ever steeper, And we trouble meet, and woe. But with other travelers joining We are cheered as on we go. And together, High School Comrades, We have scaled one mountain brow But the farther mountains beckoning Call us from each other now. Far beyond us reach our pathways, May they ever upwards lead Though 'more difficult and rocky, For through toil we win our meed. Nobly strive, grow not faint hearted. Climbing with this thought sublime, Having scaled the next high mountain There' are higher peaks to climb. Now at last, the sun is hidden, dropped beneath the ocean's brim. The Good Father calls the traveler, with this promise cheering him, Come, my child, no longer stumble in the darkness of the night, You shall find your longed for goal in your Father's home so bright M. S., 'l0. PAGE ELEVEN

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ledge. In this year we organized our class, electing Claire Monroe as Presidentg Anna May Kelley, Vice Presidentg Lizzie Boynton, Secretary and Treasurerg and Annie Andreason, Sergeant-at-Arms. VVe also chose our colors, cardinal and gold, and as a class flower, the American Beauty rose. Our motto became Lest we forget-lest we forget. Then did we send for our class pins, which arriving filled our hearts with joy for now 'we could proclaim to all who saw them, We belong to the class of nineteen ten. One day in May we busied ourselves and gave the Seniors and Faculty a Progressive Dinner and a right good time did we have. Our editorial staff for the Tomahawk of 1910 was chosen as follows: Editor-in-Chief, Claire Monroeg Business Manager, Arthur Giacominig Literary Editor, Rose Scottg Art, Lizzie Boynton: Society and Assistant Art, Anna May Kelleyg Joshes, Mildred Smithg Athletics, Otto Harbersg School Notes, Alumni, and Exchanges, Annie Andreason. The closing event of this, our junior year, was a reception and dance given in honor of the graduates. When we gathered in the High School for our final year who should joyfully greet us but Miss Falk, come back to us again, for this year our Faculty was increased to four in number. Miss Smith had left us and we made the acquaintance of Miss Bell our new English and Latin teacher. We were sorry to find that Annie Andreason had also left us to attend school in Berkeley. We remained only seven in number. Annie's place as Sergeant-at-Arms was filled by Arthur Giacomini, otherwise our class offi- cers were the same except that to Mildred Smith was given the duty of Treasurer. On the editorial stafi, Sumner Damon filled Annie Andreason's place. The duties of the year were interspersed with several class gatherings which gave us much pleasure. The members of our class have taken active part in all student affairs and from our ranks have come several Student Body officers. And now having completed our work in the Ferndale High School we go out to win honors for the class of nineteen ten. ' M. S., '10. ,f ,y as iffy , of PAGE THIRTEEN