Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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HIGH ' SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’OC. School Soog. Let others join to sing the praise Of schools both far and near I’ll sing the praise thru all my days Of one I hold most dear. I’ll love her colors tried and true Though swift the years pass by Then join with me to sing the praise Of Petaluma High. Chorus You’ll find upon the field and track Where royal sport holds sway The loyal crew with hearts so true Who work to win the day. I’ve learned to love this jolly band, With roguish laughing eye, Then join with me to sing the praise Of Petaluma High. Chorus. Chorus To me every hall, every room is dear, The hill with its lofty crest; ’Twas there that I learned with a meaning clear Of truths that my life has blest. Then here’s to my school, may she stand fcr aye. Opposing hosts defy, I sing with delight of the Purple and White Of Petaluma High. —A. B. WAY. — 22 —

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HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 6. The third year with book and pencil, About the city gate, A smaller number gathered, Than had been there of late. A new general on the platform, Sat in the wooden chair, Though he was not tall, the soldiers For Professor Newell all declare. Soon in soap vats of the city, Many found a soapy death, Till through Miss Anthony’s instructions, They learned to get their breath. Some still in the design of the city Desired geometrical light, And in the science of this art Were started by Miss White. Though overcoming Cicero, A soldier pulled up stakes, - And departed for a journey, Far off beyond the Lakes. Mourned by all her comrades, As lost forever more, A parting reception they gave her, But Ruth came back I’m sure. Tne fourth year as Seniors, Their heads began to soar, Marion as Falconer would capture, All jays who dared to bore. But even this mighty glory Could not retain them all, For Armie has departed. And Ruth beyond recall. Still marched the trusted leaders, Of the happy year before, And Miss Welkins soon instructed them, In microscopic lore. In a last and final effort, With half the army gone. And two new Mills to pulverize. The books that made them yawn, With jollity and merriment, Of the city they laid hold, ' For now in every quarter, New laws had made them bold. Shouted every eager fighter, “Oh now we have it all,” But lo, when they had ended, . They had it not at all. — 21 —

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HIGH SCHOOL The Escape of Qa iau early spring morning in ’54 a half a ' dozen trappers wore laboring with many beaver and mink, near a branch of the upper Mis¬ souri. Pierre, the mutual leader, after carefully setting one of the traps in place stood erect, filled his lungs with the crisp morning air ajnd scanned the horizon with a sharp keen eye. “Aih, he said in a subdued tone. “I thought it time.” Those near by immediately sprang (to dxis side, and looked in the direction in which he pointed. A few specks coulid be seen moving over a distant hill and that was all. The trapping this spring had been exceptionally good and the little party had a mass of small fortune in pelts of beaver and mink. A week before, Pierre had v anted to raise camp, and go to the fort and then float down the river to St. Louis, where they would dispose of the result of their hardships and toil, during the winter and spring. The others, much younger, and less learned in the ways of the prairie and Redmen, were obstinate and refused to go. Pierre could not handle all his pelts alone, so he had to stay. Nature never seemed to have been in a better mood. The spring had come early, the warm bright sun had melted the srow, and the green grass and bright flowers had begun to push through the earth and rear their heads toward the clear blue sky. The beaver had never been so easy to trap and their fur was so thick and soft that they would bring extra large returns. No wonder that the young bloods would rebel in leaving such a source of wealth as this, but a word from the wise should have been sufficient. Pierre knew that as soon as the grass began to spring up, the Indians would come north, for they would NTERPRISB ’ OG. Pierre Ladrone. Marion Pa leone r, ’06 have ample feed for their ponies, amdi still not be too late to trap the beaver. He also knew that this section was always visited by a large number of Indians and if they should capture any one there, would make themselves merry over his torture. No sooner had the trappers seen the specks coming over the hills than they felt a pang of terror and all rushed to Pierre. He quickly commanded them to seek cover in the brush along the creek so that they would not be discovered. They then rushed back to camp, caught their hobble horses, and loaded them idown with cured pelt which were always done up in bales. The other pelts were hastily rolled up in blankets and fastened to the saddles. In a few minutes they W ' ere off on a forced ride, of life or death. They kept on the opposite side of the creek for about four miles to where they had to cross over on account of the rough and steep bank. They were stricken with surprise and terror as they beheld the vast horde of horsemen, pouring over the hill into the long and narrow valley. The Indians began spreading out both up and down the valley, and although the distance was over a mile, they seemed very near. Their escape was now cut off from the mouth of the valley ' . The young men began to talk in a frightened and hurried manner as to •what they should do, but Pierre calm and erect, looked upon them with a pair of blue eyes of wenderful softness; but, as he heard the “whoop” from the Indians, they sparkled like fire. He immediately wheeled sharply to the left and made for a small ravine in the hill. If he could get through this ravine, he might meet a detachment of the