Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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Prophecy , IIE Great Exposition of 1918 had been opened with all the pomp and eereniony that is usual on sueh occasions. and Oakland was daily thronged with crowds of people. some idly strolling about on pleasure bent. others hastening from one great exhibit to another, determined to see every- thing. It seemed to me as I watched the throng that every part of the United States-yea. verily, every part of the known world-must be represented here, and I must confess that I was more interested in watching the people and in studying human nature than in examining the productions of this wonderful country of ours. On the third day of my visit as I- stood gazing into the crowds that swept by me. my eye happened to alight on a man who was leisurely pacing along. There was an air of familiarity about his walk that arrested my attentiong something in the tilt of the chin and the long, easy stride. After watching him for a time I became convinced that this was no other than Mr. Lewis. who had been my principal in the.Brentwood High School. I hastened to over- take him, and when within a few ,steps of him I softly ealled his name. He turned about hastily and looked at me rather sharply for an instantg then a look of pleased recognition began to kindle in his eyes. and he came toward me with outstretched hand. 'Pen years had elapsed sinee our last meeting. but the years had seemingly passed lightly over him, and he was little changed-a little stouter perhaps. Ile paid me the compliment Calways dear to the feminine heartl of saying that I did not look one day older. We strolled along together and naturally our conversation turned ,to the topic which was mutually interesting, What of Brentwood and the pupils of Liberty Union High School? He was able to give me quite a fund of interesting informa- tion in regard to my former Brentwood friends, for he had met a number of Brentwood people since his arrival at the Exposition. He informed me that Charlie O'Hara had charge of the Registration Bureau and would be able to give me the list of Brentwood visitors. We walked over to the Regis- tration Building and were admitted to Charlie's private office. I would scarcely have known Charlie, so changed was he-over six feet tall and large in proportion. He had entirely lost his diffidenee and had the polished manner of the thorough man of the world. He seemed delighted to meet an old school- mate. and was very much interested in hearing of my European travels C in which country I had been traveling for the last five yearsl. Our conversation necessarily had to be brief. as Charlie was a very busy man with few spare moments on his hands. He brought me the register and Mr. Lewis and I soon succeeded in finding the names of the Brentwood

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Miss COMMERCIAL CLASS OF '0S. Baur-Who has those pens. Frank? Bill-I gave them to Cicero Miss Baur-NVh o ? Bill-Pat. Miss Baiiir-Wliat? Bill-The kid in the corner. Miss Baur-Frank I Bill-Mr. Murphy. The Commercial Class of '08 UR elass which entered in lfltlti. eonsisted of nine pupils. hut they have all gradually dropped out except four. Jean Wliitie. one of the three girl members of the class. left us in December. 1907. to take up the responsibilities of housekeeping. and is now living happily in Nevada. Three of the boys. Elmer Collis. Arthur Howard. and Dc1Witt Pemberton. stopped in order that they might go to Work. and Joe Barkley deeided to take up the four-year course. Leonard Dainty. Addie Knight. and Millard Duffin graduate this year. The Commercial Course is a term of two years, and the studies of the first year eousist of typewrit- ing, bookkeeping. penmanship, eomniereial arithme- tie. spelling. and Englishg those of the sec-ond year consist of typewriting. hookkeeping, eoinmereial geography. shorthand. eominereial law. and English. This is the complete list of our studies. and when we have completed it. we graduates feel that we can go out into the business world and till a position oreditably.

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contingent, which was as follows: Mr. and Mrs. Robert Wallace Jr., Doctor Morgans. Mr. and Mrs. Earle Shafer, and Ray Shafer. i Having looked through the list and copied down some addresses, we left the building. We had only gone a few steps when my attention was attracted by a young lady who suddenly quickened her steps as if she had seen one whom she recognized. For a moment I did not speak-it couldn't be Miss Baird. my old English teacher? Yes, it surely was. That same old smile as of old greeted us. Entering into conversation I learned that she was no longer Miss Baird, but Mrs. -, and that previous to her mar- riage she had been one of the assistants in the English department of the University of California. Upon inquiring from her what she knew concerning the welfare of the Brentwood people and especially the former pupils of Liberty Union High School. Mrs. - CI can not remember her new name. so will call her simply Miss Bairdj informed us that she had just received a letter from Miss Baur in which she had spoken of a reunion of old Liberty Union High School pupils, which was to' be held in the parlors of the new Brentwood Hotel on the following evening. Mr. Lewis at once suggested that we get up a crowd and go down. Miss Baird and I readily agreedand we arranged to send word to as many' of the Brentwood vis'itors as we could reach. Before parting Miss Baird asked us to accompany her to the Agricultural Building. where she said she had something to show us. This turned out to be an .- exhibit of immense potatoes whieh we learned mueh to our surprise had been raised on a farm near Brentwood. owned by no less a personage than our old friend. Ray Wallaee. This was evidenee enough that Ray had turned out a jolly good farmer. -Iust. as we turned to leave the building we were met by the smiling faee of Robert Wallaee. IIe was looking very happy. and we soon learned why. for he was on his honeymoon. and he and his bride were enjoying the fair to the utmost. During our conversation Robert told us that he was still living in Brentwood. in faet was the leading lawyer in that town. We divulged to him our plan of going to Brentwood the following day for the reunion. and he gladly assented to go. I now took leave of Mr. Lewis and Miss Baird. Early next morning the party assembled at Six- teenth Street Station-Mr. Lewis and his wife. Rob- ert and his wife. and Miss Baird. The others were to follow on a later train. Connection by eleetrie ear- line had been made between Brentwood and Oakland and the trip had become a delightful one. As we passed through Contra Posta County we noted the wonderful growth whieh had taken plaee. Small villages had become bustling townsiit was surely wonderful. At last. we reached Brentwood. I eould seareely wait until we reaehed-there. so anxious was I to see this town-the home of my ehildhood and early girlhood, At my first glanee I was almost stunned. Could this be little Brentwood? It had changed from a small. dull town to a flourishing r-ity.