Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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Board of Education Falculty and Graduating Class of the Petaluma High School. -c: BOARD OF EDUCATION. - - WM. B. HASKELL, ESQ., President. WM. ZARTMAN, Secretary. W. H. DARDEN. P. SWEED. MRS. JEANETTE WOODWORTH. FACULTY. - - - W. SCOTT THOMAS, Principal. W. J. MacNEIL. FANNY D. BALL. ELIZABETH SANDERSON. CLASS OF ’99. - = - • ETHEL F. HARFORD. A. JOCE HOUX. MATTIE E. WILSON. ELMER M. BROWN. H. WERNER DIETZ. FRANK C. GALE. J. REA WILLIAMS. JOHN W. PEOPLES.

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1. Invocation 2. Solo 3. Address 4. MUvSic Rev. W. H. Darden John W. Peoples Ethel F. Harford Orchestra 5. Debate : Resolved , That the Retention of the Philippines is Consistent with the Principles upon which this Government should stand. (a) First affirmative ------ Elmer M. Brown (b) First negative ------ Joce Houx 6 . Music - - ------ Orchestra 7. (a) Second affirmative ----- John W. Peoples (b) Second Negative - - - - - Frank C. Gale 8. Music - - - - - - - Quartette 9. Presentation of Diplomas - Pres. W. B. Haskell 10. Music Orchestra

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w i A BURGLAR ALARn. “Well, girls, what do you think! Mr. Allen’s house has been burglarized, and almost five dollars in silver stolen !” cried old Mrs. Graham, almost triumphant at having such a startling piece of news to disclose. “Yes,” she continued in reply to our ex¬ clamations of surprise, “the lock of the Allens’ kitchen door was picked last night and the things stolen. The burglar must have been mighty light-footed, for no one woke up at all, and nothing was found out until this morning. They haven’t got any clue to the burglar, and it don’t seem likely they will find him, either, seeing as it’s the middle of the fruit season and there are so many good-for-nothing people camp¬ ing around here now.” “Oh!” cried my sister, “what should we do if a burglar came here ? I am sure I should faint, if I saw one.” “I wouldn’t,” said I, in pretended bold¬ ness, for really, you know, I am a much greater coward than Ethel, “If I heard one in the house I should get up as quietly as possible, wake Mr. Graham, calmly hand him his shot gun and send him after the burglar.” Mrs. Graham laughed softly. “I’m afraid you’d have a hard time waking Ephraim,” she .said. “Well, don’t let’s talk about it any more,” said Ethel, “I don’t believe burglars ever stay in the neighborhood which they have once robbed, do they, Mrs. Graham?” “No, no, my dear,” replied the old lady, “it isn’t at all likely, so don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Ethel and I were spending our summer holidays at the ranch of our dear old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Graham. We en¬ joyed the quiet life on the farm very much, and delighted above all in helping our kind hostess in doing her household tasks; and Ethel, under Mr. Graham’s supervis¬ ion, had even learnt to milk a cow. So one day when Mrs. Graham men¬ tioned that she hoped .some day soon to go with her husband on a trip to the city, we both joined in persuading her to go on the following day and leave us two girls in charge of the ranch, that the hired man could milk the cows, and do the chores, and we would take care of the house. At last we convinced her that we could manage affairs for two days at the least and that she really needed a change of air. So the next day they went, and we set to work. It wasn’t such easy work as we had expected, either, and by evening we were both quite tired out and went to bed early, after Ethel had locked up the house. I am generally a sound sleeper, but that night I was restless and had a terrible nightmare, in which it .seemed to me that an elephant took me up in his trunk and shook me. Then I woke up with a start and found that it was Ethel who was shak¬ ing me. Directly she saw that I was awake she motioned to me to be quiet and then whispered in my ear that there was some one moving around in the back part of the house and she thought it must be the burglar. I suppressed an inclination to screech, and, trembling asked if we hadn’t better hide in the cupboard. “I would,” she said, “only I’m afraid that if it is a burglar he will steal Mrs. Graham’s silver and other things that .she values just as much; and you see, as we were left in charge, we are responsible, and we must stop that burglar some how or other. Oh! I have an idea,” she whispered suddenly. “Just stay here a minute,” and she slipped on her dressing gown, glided into the sitting room and returned in moment with an old shot gun which Mr. Graham always kept hanging up over his fire place there. How she managed to get it in the dark, I don’t know. Then she lit the lamp and turned it down low. “Get up,” she said, “you must carry the lamp and turn it up high when I nudge you. Follow me, you needn’t be afraid of the gun, it isn’t loaded.” Then softly and silently we crept along, she, ahead with the shot gun !: