Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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i8 No«w, it came to pass th3t in the second month of the third year of their sojourn in the realm of Fergu¬ son, the King of the P. H. S., that the Naught Fives consulted with their captains and leaders and said, “If it seem good unto you let us git her our people together in one mighty company.” And the thing was right in the eyes of all the peo¬ ple, and they gathered themselves together by fifties and by hundreds, as long as they lasted, into the His¬ tory recitation room. And one. Myr¬ tle of the tribe of Healey, stood up upon her feet, and made an oration unto them, and said, “Let us choose from among us a ruler, who shall lead us, and make our name great.” And it seemed good unto them and they said among themselves, “Let Myrtle of the tribe of Healey be our ruler, for she can speak even as Bryan, the leader of the Democrats.” •So she reigned over them for the space of two years; even until the Class of Naught Five had passed on through the realm of the P. H. S. Howbeit, not all were faithful, but some fell by the wayside, and went, to other schools, even unto Berkeley High; and their names have been blotted out of the class records for¬ ever. Now, the rest of the comings and the shortcomings of the Class are written in black and white in the book of records in the office, where he -who knows his a b c’s, together with his d’s and e’s, may read, and get great wisdom. A. B. WAY. The Lucky Eight. l WAS 2 o’clock, the hour for out-door exercises and gymnasi¬ um work. The eight incorrigible chums, as they were called by the more sedate members of Miss Ry- der’s School, clad in white, were strolling over the lawns toward the tennis courts, four abreast and arms locked, as usual, singing some of their favorite songs. “The song of the Lucky Eight be¬ fore we part,” demanded one of the number; and the air rang w r ith the words of this comical medley. “Now, for tennis, you slow mor¬ tals,” and Hazel Moore sprang ahead of the girls, with a. wild wave of her tennis racket, and in her today’s superabundance of spirits, she gave a happy scream, “unnecessary,” as Miss Ryder would have termed it; when, suddenly turning, she saw that indi¬ vidual approaching and bestowing up¬ on her a reproachful and dignified glance. “Such conduct would better grace an infant, Miss Moore,” Miss Moore, attitude changed in a second, stepped back to the group, who waited in respectful silence as Miss Ryder passed on to the gymna¬ sium. “Such sarcasm I can’t tolerate!” was uttered by Hazel as soon as Miss Ryder was at a safe distance. What in the world does she find in it that affords her any pleasure?” asked Eth el Tyler. “When it isn’t sarcasm,

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Chronicles of the Class of ’05 1 7 N GW it came to pass in the year! of Our Lord, nineteen hundred and one, while Ferguson, the King of the P. H. IS., still sat upon the throne, and ruled with great wisdom, and while his kingdom was growing in power and numbers, there was added to his people a goodly company from the land of the (Eighth Grade—a land where the people sre verdant and small of stature. New, it chanced that when those from the land of the Eighth ' Grade came to the outer limits of Ferguson the King, they said unto him, “May we come in and be one or two ailong with you?” and the King replied, “You may, if you have the proper cre¬ dentials.” Now, the word was large, and they knew not what it meant; so they said that they thought that they had the same at home, and each would ask his mia- that evening, and find ou-t. And in the morning they returned with their slates and pencils, and First Readers and Spellers, and such other things as they had been accus¬ tomed to use in the land of the Eighth j Grade. But the King w T as wise, and found the papers which he wanted, and assigned these Freshies to seats in the Assembly of the High School. Now, when the class of Naught Five c?me up out of the land of the Eighth Grade they were a great company, their numbers being, in the language of the country from which they came, “twenty and five head.” But it chanced that while they were great in numbers, they were yet fearful lest some one should say ought unto them. And it came to pass that the Juniors grew in wisdom and learning and they found it out, and chose to contend in debate with the people of the camp above them. Now, it chanced in those days there was in the city of Petalu¬ ma., a captain of the host called the Salvation Army, who played entranc¬ ing solos on the bass drum. And he was accommodating and kind of heart, and loaned his drum to the opposing camp to play upon at the debate. But the fates were against those who bore the drum, and the Juniors car¬ ried it away captive, and hid it in an upper room, where one of them, Irene of the tribe of Hastings, kept watch over it even whi le she slept. Now r , the King saw that there was much trouble headed toward his realm, and so he called together into the office his counsellors and wise men and said, “We must decide this matter at once, lest the Captain of the Salvation Army, who has gr wn weary of beating a tin pan at the head of his warriors, come upon us and destroy us.” And they discussed the matter until the going down of the sun; and when the town clock had crawJed to six, the King came before his waiting peo¬ ple and said in a solemn voice,“Let the drum be delivered ever into the hands of the Seniors, and let them at once give it back into the hands of the Captain of the Salvation Ar¬ my, and thus let dire calamity be averted.” And it was done even as he had said.

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!9 it’s aloofness. At times her heart seems as cold as an iceberg, and she is then unapproachable. ,, “The conversation is rapidly near¬ ing the Frigid Zone, and we’ll be trav¬ eling with it if we don’t stop imme¬ diately. Come on girls, tennis for to¬ day, the Frigid Zone trip indefinite¬ ly postponed,” and the eight followed Hazel with a laugh. Tho sets were formed, and the girls entered into the game with unusual zest. After an hour’s sport the girls walked slowly toward the gymnasium, giving their places at the courts to others who were waiting to play. “We certainly are the lucky eight, girls.” Eveleyn Blane had been re¬ viewing in her mind the many pranks and escapades in which her comrades and herself had escaped detection, and hence the remarks, “Yes, our title surely fits us,” said Ethel. Our only ill luck appears in connection with the cold treatment we receive from Miss Ryder. Guess we ' re fated to that much bad luck.” They new entered the gymnasium, and likewise the discovery had been made that the subject of their conver¬ sation had not yet left that building. She was standing in the rear, a tall, dark complexioned person, with com¬ manding bearing and exceedingly firm features. There was much in her to admire, yet the fear ever lurked that the advances would be met with re¬ pulse The half hour left before 3:30 the time for study and practice) spent on the bars and rings, but with only half the freedom there would have been, had it not been for the gaze of a certain pair of eyes. The result seemed the same with the girls who were in the gymnasium when the eight came in. As they ceased their exercises and left the building they seemed to be in a happier framo of mind, and Ha¬ zel was suggesting that it had been years since they had had a midnight fea -it in her room, and that she and the fates decreed the feast must take pi ece that very night. Accordingly, nasty plans were made as to just how much dessert was to be taken from their dinner table, and smuggled into its place of hiding. Settlement was made to the satisfaction of all, and they then proceeded to dress for din¬ ner. The dinner hour passed, uneventful to all save the eight, who, though well versed in the art of smuggling sweets, were even at a loss as to when their eyes were going to stop twinkling with this poorly concealed mirth. Chapel and study hour passed slowly to the waiting ones; but 8:30 brought a social half hour, and gave ample time for a. last lit¬ tle conference, and a great deal of mirth. The Lucky Eight were prompt to scatter to their rooms when the re¬ tiring bell struck, and at “lights out” (9:30) they were apparently wrap¬ ped in deepest slumber. Ten o’clock, however, saw figures to the number of about seven creep into the room of Hazel Moore, not on any mischief bent but simply because they thought they had heard her call; and ’twould never do to let her life be endangered. Seven figures grouped themselves about the hostess, who dispensed eat¬ ables in a most gracious and iryviting manner, barring the two pieces of pie which, fell on the floor, and the