Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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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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THE HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPISE PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS H. W. Dietz Editor. J. R. Williams Assistant Editor E. M. Brown Business Manager J. W. Peoples - Assistant Business Manager The Enterprise of the class of ’qq has but one ideal : To stand as a souvenir of the year gone by. During the past few years the school has made much progress. It is not so noticeable, perhaps, at first sight, but is more readilv realized when the present is compared with the past. The teachers have spared no pains in their endeavor to raise our standing and their work has not been in vain. The general tone of the school has been greatly improved. By proper cooperation of teacher and .student our school can be made one of the best in the .State. Let us hope that this will soon be accomplished, and let each one do his share toward ac¬ complishing it. In another place is given a sketch of the different members of our class. We have been closely united for four years. We have shared the same joys, the same trials. Tonight we stand together as a class for the last time. Tomorrow we shall separate, each to go his respective way. Knowing this, it is with sad hearts and a feeling of regret that we close this, the last day of ur High .School life. Though we are separated in person, the ties of school days •vill not be broken, for we have been too dosely associated hitherto to be separated n spirit now. None of us intends to cease his education upon leaving this school. But fortune will not permit us to keep to¬ gether in our future work. Some will soon go to college, others will remain at home, and still others will seek friends and a new home in other lands. Whatever our lot, let us keep together, though separated. We didn’t win the field day, and yet we are not discouraged. If we had been as well represented as some of the contesting schools, and each man had done as well as the ones we did have, another cup would now be added to our collection. But let us not think of what might have been. Rather let us turn our attention to the future. The next field day will doubtless be held in Petaluma and the citizens ot this place ought to join the boys in making it a success. There is no reason why we should not win at the next S. M. A. A. L. field day. Organize early. “Procrastina¬ tion is the thief of time.” Let the athletic qualities of each boy be tested, and then set the team to training in a systematic manner. If every one takes an interest in the event we will surprise the people in 1900. In soliciting for advertisements this year we met with many refusals. One old ad¬ vertiser said: “ No, sir. I don’t advertise in any High School paper. Let those help the High School whom the school helps.” The prevailing opinion seemed to be that advertising in the Enterprise was of no avail. Many, however, were willing to give an advertisement “just to help along the cause,” and to those we extend our thanks. Now ye Seniors, soon-to-be,remem¬ ber that the success of your Enterprise de¬ pends upon your advertisers. If you want to get out a good paper you must patro¬ nize the advertisers. The subject of expansion is just now of much interest not only to America and Europe, but to Petaluma as well. We have, in the past year won glorious vic¬ tories, and now the question arises—but we leave the discussion of this question with the debaters. 4

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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.