Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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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.

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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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We all rushed from the ear and began looking about. The tirst wonderful building whieh greeted our eyes was the beautiful new lirentwood llotel. whieh was built in the old mission style. Feeling strange and sadly at a loss where to turn. Mr. liewis suggested that we should walk up to the new City llall and have a look at it. VVe entered the building. and as we passed through the halls we glaneed in at the otiiee doors whieh stood open, and in one of these offiees whom should we spy but our old friend.George Barkley. VVe did not recognize him immediately. so 1-hanged was he. Ile now wore a full beard and a serious faee. not that ever-smiling fare as of old. Ile rushed out to greet us, and after making some inquiries he informed us that he was now oeeupying the honorable offiee of Mayor of Brentwood. He then most kindly showed us through the building and afterward insisted on taking the whole party to his home to luneh. ln this way we met his wife, whom we remembered meeting at one time when she was visiting in Brentwood. After dinner George took us for a ride in his touring ear and we had an opportunity of still further beholding the great ehanges that had come to Brentwood and its vicinity in ten short years. As we were passing one large ehieken rant-h George ealled our attention to it and asked us to guess the name of the owner. After vainly guessing he satisfied our euriosity by telling us that this beautiful raneh was owned by Morgan Sehroeder. our former jolly sehoolmate. As it was now growing late we returned to town. As we rode - ff through the main street of Brentwood two large signs eaught my eye. On one was inseribed Arthur Murphy. liutelierfi and on the other. Harold Anderson tk Co.. Leading Departnient Storeug so here were two of our former friends accounted for. We ate supper at the Hotel Brentwood and then withdrew into the spacious and beautifully furnished hotel parlors. there to await the eolning of the other guests. VVe spent the time in waiting by merrily ehatting of old times. and ere long the guests began to appear. The first to arrive was Earle Shafer, who eame in smiling and as handsome as ever. We were not surprised to learn that his wife was no other than the one to whom he had been devoted during all his high school days. VVe soon learned that he had established beautiful undertaking parlors in Brentwood and was in every way very successful. Next came our old friend Ray Shafer. the same Ray. and yet quite f-hanged. He had grown and was now large and dignified and extremely businesslikeg and why should he not be? for was he not supervisor of this district and had taken quite a part in the im- provement of this county? A Suddenly we heard a familiar laugh which Miss Baird immediately reeognized as Miss Baur's. and so it turned out to he. She rushed through the door and joyfully greeted us. NVe learned that she was living in a little bungalow in the hills of Brentwood and was devoting her life to bringing up three little orphan boys whom she had adopted. Little by little the other guests were assembled. Of eourse our