Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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14 A POEM. LITERARY. With apologies to “The Passing of the Years.’ Marching onward, ever onward, like a serried host appears. With its slow and measured footsteps, the procession of the years. Looking far adown the ages, one un¬ broken line, we ken. Whither, whither do they journey? for they come not back again. On they go, across the river, silent river deep and wide. There its long procession halteth, marshalled on the other side. Waiting till the last one crosseth, till the angel by the shore. Shall proclaim in voice of trumpet tones, that “Time shall be no more.” Bach division is in order, for the dis¬ cipline is famed. Every regiment is numbered, every company is named. “Nineteen hundred three” has van¬ ished, with its blessings and its woe, “Nineteen hundred four” comes on¬ ward, pausing not for friend or foe. So they leave us; while they journey onward, whither shall we go. Leaving school by different path-ways where the end we do not know. Our literary meetings during the past year have been well attended by the public, and we greatly appreciate this interest shown in our school by the people of our city. The debates held are not only entertaining but instructive, and we hope that this es¬ tablished precedent will not be neg¬ lected next year. “Deep the oak, Must sink in stubborn earth its roots obscure That hopes to lift its branches to the sky.” A. W. AGNEW For the Angeles Shoe for Ladies. $2.50 in all styles 907 Western Avenue. HICKEY VONSON, Fine Groceries, Feed and Vegetables. DR. BENNETT Phones—Office Black 1293, Residence Black 1294. Office hours—10:30 a. m. to 12 m., 2.30 p. m. to 4:30 p. m., 7 to 8 p. m. DR. SMITH McMULLIN Physician and Surgeon. Office residence 810 Washington St. PETALUMA SAVINGS BANK GEO. P. McNEAR. Hcty, Grain, Wood ar)d Coal c

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a 13 out-house or cast-off shells of their more progressive relatives. We may thus understand the pitiable, half-nak¬ ed, sadly crippled condition of Mr. Hermit-Crab. We say crippled foi even his feet and legs have shriveled up and are fast disappearing be¬ cause no longer protected by shoes (which he has become too indolent to make) or strengthened by daily exer¬ cise. He seems to have lost all self- respect; comes out of his “borrowed” house only when forced by hunger and “flees when no enemy pursueth.” His history is indeed a sad one, but even that higher animal, which has been classified as “genus homo,” or man, may learn a valuable lesson therefrom. There is a law of nature which declares that “He who would live and prosper must work.” The “Lavr of use and disuse” is found throughout the life history of all liv¬ ing forms. Borrowed or inherited houses, easy and luxurious modes of living free from the battles and ob¬ stacles which surround us, all these are fast producing a species which has well been called the “Human Hermit-crab.” The half-naked and crippled wrecks which we see about us will be found to have a history in every way similar to that here re¬ corded. But let us not fail to observe that it is not the body only which needs to be kept in repair by constant use, but the mind, too, must have its work to do, its problems to solve. For instance, the reader may either glance over these words with a smile and with scarcely the effort of a thought, or he may earnestly meditate upon the lessons here conveyed, and may, perhaps, get some faint concep¬ tion of the great truth which Mr. John ' Fiske has expressed with so great a force in these words: “Our intel¬ lectual faculties, our tastes and preju¬ dices, our very loves and hates are strengthened by use or weakened by disuse, just as the blacksmith’s arm grows strong, or as the horse turn¬ ed out to pasture becomes unfit for service.” There is no punishment more awful, no reward more benefi- cient than that which shall come to that animal, be he man or crab, who disregards or obeys this simple, yet eternal truth. W. L. FOSS. THE NEW STANDARD OF VALUE. (A Prophecy.) Out on the ocean of commerce sail¬ ing, Her captain and crew full sturdy and bold. With eye and courage both unfailing, Our ship of state seeks the isle of gold. She is breasting the wave in the van of all nations. While they sing and they shout as she bounds o’er the main, And they think of the day, when, with all their relations, They shall reign in their wealth, but they gather in vain. There’s a day that is coming, ’tis in fact near at hand. When a light as of noonday shall dawn o’er this land, When capital and labor, ambition and fame Shall count it a blessing their day never came. W. L. FOSS. WEBB’S YELLOW FRONT DRUG STORE For Stylish, Snappy Shoes KEIG’S 839 Main Street. JONES CO. Candy Manufacturers Ice Cream Soda, Ice Cream served for families a specialty Main St., next to American hotel.

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....CXass TvopViec .... By RAY CORLISS ’04. It was the month of June, 1934. The burning sun beamed down upon a beautiful river, whereon a little old cumbrous, chugging steamer was winding its tortuous way, guided with infinite pains by its weazened old captain. At every turn, memories of the days gone by came to two of us who were nervously pacing the litter¬ ed deck. For here was Point Pedro with its John Chinaman fishermen tending their odorous shrimps and there was Lakeville with its miles of mud flats and now again as we round¬ ed a bend there loomed into view the long forgotten but familiar sight of the rock-crusher. To us the view was but a half-form¬ ed vision, for were we not returning from far distant Arabia to the town of our childhood? We two dusky knights of that sun-scorched land of the Bedouins, chieftains each of a thousand horses, graduates of the Petaluma High School, class of ’04, had traveled many thousands of miles in order to interview the world-re¬ nowned specialist, Dr. J. Walter Fos¬ ter, Ml D., with regard to a cure for the bite of an ostrich. This learned gentleman had earned his world-wide reputation by concocting uncertain ointments which, when applied to the exposed parts, acted as a coat of arm¬ or against the vengeful bite of the Petaluma fowl. My companion, Allie Anderson, had long been troubled by the ostrich’s at¬ tacking his bold cavalry. He had been forced to build a walled city from which neither he nor any of his men had ventured for more than five years. To make this trip Allie had es¬ caped from the city at the dead of night some two months previous. At the very thought of obtaining re¬ lief for himself and his suffering fol¬ lowers, he paced faster and faster as he neared the long-sought goal. Sud¬ denly his progress was arrested by a headlong measurement of the deck, caused by falling over a diminutive box. As I feared for the safety of the box, I picked it up before Allie had regained his sea legs. Imagine my surprise at seeing the well-remem¬ bered miserable scrawl of a former classmate of ours, one May Purvine, and what surprised me more, she still retained the old-time name—Purvine. As we were gingerly handling the box cigars or laces, the captain rushed and speculating as to whether it held up, white with fear and in a sobbing voice censured us for our careless¬ ness, saying in part that that old maid was particularly cranky about the condition of her returned ship¬ ping coops. Upon further question¬ ing we found that she was in the habit of shipping her chickens as soon as hatched from the incubator, as the danger from fire and rats at home was great. At this juncture the captain bellow¬ ed forth the magic word ' ‘Petaluma.” We were rushing down the gang plank when a burly form pushed us aside, and cried in a querulous voice, “Here captain, give me that half egg case of mine. You know my wife!” Allie said to me in an undertone as he gave me a rib-breaking nudge, “Bagdad! I do believe that’s old Lauritzen.” Sure enough it was, but it was plain to see that he dared not stop to talk with us, so we wonder- ingly followed in his wake. Around the curve we came to his “frau” who was impatiently nursing her wrath