Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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As we are about to graduate and leave the dear old P. H. S., in thinking over the happy days spent there, comes the thought that there is one lacking in our number tonight. One whom the hand of Death took from our midst in the year of his graduation. On February 7, 1899, Frank E. Squires passed away after many months of sickness at his home west of Petaluma. For three years he stood among the highest in the class of ’99, and was a favorite with his teachers and class¬ mates. It was his ambition to become a physician and no doubt he would have succeeded, for his prospects were the brightest one could wish. His home was out of town but, de¬ termined to have an education, he rode in to school in pleasant and in stormy weather, through sand and mud. He was a great lover of books and read extensively in connection with his school work and his intended profession. Wishing to learn as much as he could while he was in school, he took extra studies and did well in them. He took no part in athletics, although he was always interested in all that the boys did. A loving son and brother, a kind friend and schoolmate, it is hard to see why he should have been called when his career was just opening before him. To those who visited him dur¬ ing his sickness he seemed at times to realize his critical con¬ dition, and no doubt in the quiet and stillness of the sick room his thoughts were often turned to the life beyond and we know that he has found it better further on. “Leaves have their time to fall, and flowers to wither at the north wind’s breath, But thou, thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death.

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The education of a child ought to re¬ ceive as much attention as the business of the parent. Few parents, however, really know anything about the education of their children beyond the fact that they are going to school. A man who has a fine race horse obtains a professional trainer for it. Nor does he trust entirely to the trainer, but he keeps his eye on the horse and sees that it is properly trained and cared for. He gives much personal attention, taking the time from his busi- ness. The same man may have a child in school. He buys books and pays the ex¬ penses, but he has no time to look in occa¬ sionally and see how his child is getting along, nor has he any idea of what is being accomplished. In the High School the education of the pupil ought to receive special attention. The age of students in the High School is one at which the habits and character of a lifetime are formed. Mere book learning probably amounts to less than the educating and training of the mind, to think, to observe, to find; less than the general development of the character of the student. The home plays a large part in the formation of the character of the child. If the parent and teacher know nothing of each others plans, principles and object is it not possible that the two will work at cross purposes? Mr. and Mrs. Thomas are at home to those interested in the High School on the first Friday even¬ ing of each month. The. other teachers are generally present on these evenings. The object is to bring the school and home i closer together, to become better acquainted with each other, and to work hand in hand toward the same end. It is hoped that more will take advantage of this oppor¬ tunity in the future. Too much of joy is sorrowful, So cares must needs abound. The vine that bears too many flowers Will trail upon the ground. —Alice Cary. EDELWEISS. TRANSLATED BY A MEMBER OF THE GERMAN CLASS. On the loftv cliffs near the fields of ice, Just under the soft light of the stars, Thou art blooming, oh beautiful, pure Edelweiss, Far from your beautiful sister flowers; By sweet kisses of Springtime never caressed, Flower of solitude, thou, on the mountain breast. Where thunders are rolling and lightnings are flashing, Where the sly Alpine chamois timidly hide, Whence fall the wild cataracts raging and crashing, Where eagle and avalanche their empire divide; Death and his terrors are all ’round thee there; Alone thou art blooming so w T ondrously fair. In like solitude should the human heart grow Quite alone the clear light of heaven, Renouncing the world, with its glittering show. As the price of its freedom Godgiven; Far from its kindred in refuge so sure, Like unto thee, Edelweiss, proud and so pure. WORTH READING. “One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.”—Goethe. “The greatest homage we can pay to truth is to use it.”—Emerson. “Life is too short for aught but high en¬ deavor.”—Ella Wheeler Wilcox. “Heaven’s blue is larger than its clouds.”—Shakespeare. “No star is lost we ever once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.” —Adelaide Proctor. “To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.”—Shakespeare. i

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CLASS HISTORY. The class of ’99 is the first class to take the regular four year’s course in the Peta¬ luma High School. Beside this we have the honor of being Mr. Thomas’ class, as we entered when he took charge of the school. We sometimes call ourselves the blue-eyed class, as we all possess that lucky feature. Four years ago our class started with a membership of thirty. Many have wand¬ ered away from the protecting care of Alma Mater until we stand here a class of eight. Let us for a moment follow those who have left us. Elizabeth Lynch, Lillie Murphy,Blanche Taylor and Ella Little are at home. Frederick N. Bruckerman and Loretta Mehegan are in San Jose. Jessie McNabb-Ayers, at the end of the first year decided it was better keeping house, and resides in Reno, Nevada. On account of ill health Mae Melehan left in the second year and will be one of the new seniors. Mamie Rafael resides in Sebastopol. Rose Butler is in a telephone office in San Francisco. Margaret L. Ross moved with her parents at the beginning of this term to Nevada City. Lennette Norton’s health gave out and she deserted us in the second year. Haden Stone is at home. Roy Harvey is on his father’s farm near Stony Point. Ralph Perkins is in town. Ray Woodward left us in the second year and is now at Cooper’s Medical Col¬ lege. George N. Brush is in San Francisco in the employ of Deckelman Bros. Frank E. Squires was with us for three years but has begun life in a better home. Mabel Matzenbach forsook the class dur¬ ing the Junior year to take a special course. Everybody knows and likes our black-eyed “Matzie.” Laura Palmer and Birdie Mooney, the inseparables, are going to spend another year in the High School and will be mem¬ bers of the next graduating class. Levi Patty was so very ambitious that he undertook more studies than were in the course and so could not take the full amount of work in the Senior year and therefore will graduate in 1900. Think of Levi among those would-be Senior girls ! Eppie Hoadley-Comstock was with us during our Junior year and in her brief stay made many friends. On March 30, 1899, ’mid rice and old shoes and the good wishes of her classmates she left for the south and now lives near Penngrove. And now to those who graduate tonight —and we sav (without conceit) that what we lack in quantity we make up in quality. Elmer M. Brown is a golden haired, wide awake youth, admired by teachers and pupils. He was very industrious and never seemed happier than when proving some hard geometry problem to the class. Elmer is an active member in the anti- Wednesday night German class. He doesn’t shine in the athletic field but he often rose (rows) on the creek, for he is the captain or first mate of a tiny boat called the Idler, and many a bright after¬ noon and moonlight night has he taken his friends down the creek. It would not be hard to sum up Elmer’s bad deeds, as he never did anything worse than to engage in a friendly chat. Ethel F ' . Harford, the baby of our class, with her sweet voice and winning ways counts her friends by the score and easily makes her way into the heart of every one she meets. Ethel is a good scholar and the languages are her special delight. She has beautiful auburn tresses upon which a