Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 6. Tt)ere Shall Be No flips. “I must conquer lands Italian ' Said Napoleon years ago, “Italy shall be my kingdom, Italy my rule shall know ' “But the Alps must first be conquered, Or that land you ne’er shall see;’ ' Said Napoleon, swift to answer, “There shall be no Alps for me!” Soon before him lay the valley Of the graceful, winding Po, And the land which knew the Caesars Saw once more a foreign foe. Would you fain explain the presence Near the Adriatic Sea, Of the troops from French dominions?— “There shall be no Alps for me!” Like a whirlwind ’cross the desert Sped his mighty cavalcade, Till the Old World rocked and trembled, Europe heard himi, and obeyed. E’en the pyramids of Egypt, Far away beyond the sea, Looked on him who loud proclaimed that “There shall be no Alps for me!” And the tale is large with meaning To the one who reads aright; Obstacles are what we make them, Grit oft wins a stubborn fight. He already is the victor, Who can say where’er he be, “I will overcome and conquer, There shall be no Alps for me!” To the class which this commencement Turns aside to try its might, Some to battle on for knowledge, All to battle on for right; I would say be brave, progressive, To your better selves be true. And despite all change of fortune, There shall be no Alps for you! —A. B. W1AY. — 18 —

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HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 6. Class h|istory. Trances Smith The Fates had so decreed it, In the year 1902, Some thirty little Freshmen, Should begin a battle new. With right good will they started, And marched up that first day, Their bright green banners flying, Their glances, wild defying, The Latin verbs to slay. From desk and stool, from hall and stair, The Sophomores appear, To shout a lusty welcome, To the Freshies ever dear. Shame on the little Freshie, Wfho allows his mind to roam, From Algebra or English, For the Sophie’s welcome home. And with one voice the thirty, Have their glad answer given, We’ll take the City of Knowledge, And with you we’ll get even. The Wlicks for the light they needed, Harry and Alice would make, Irene vowed with Burns to- subdue it, Its defiance was only a fake. Ruth declared she would Pierce it, The mighty invincible place, And Lucy said he would be Victor Of everyone in the race. On went the mighty army, Its shining ranks all bright, With men from chicken ranches, And girls from kitchens white. Forward marched the fair-haired Helen, And tall Ashley Peters too, Followed by Marie and Otto, The surnamed Poehlmann two. Eagerly pressing on came Chester, The Physical Geography to view, But all he saw was Forrest, And a Carr to take him thru. To platform and to blackboard. Had spread the learner’s band, And all about the desks and walls, Names of all nations stand. There is McGovern and Anderson, Fillippini, Haskell, Veale, Freda Hilmer, Charley Borghi, Reta Church, but no O’Neil. — 19 —