Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1907 volume:

♦ So My. A. 31 May 3®e, tlfe ({Haas of 07, ho hchirate tlga tmlitme to grateful acknowledgment of the kind aaaiatanre I|e I?aa ginen ua in ita preparation (flnntrttta Large Candle . . Dedication . Senior Class (cut) . Senior Class (chart) . A Senior’s Seven Ages. Last Will and Testament of Class of ’07 . I When the “Ends Played In”. Commiseration Ode . One of Many . Solomon’s Lamentations .. When the Teachers Learn to Skate. Sammy Usum’s Awakening . A Sewing Circle . High School Memories .,. Editorial . School Notes . Commercial Department . Commercial Class (cut) . 4 Alumni. Personals . Athletics . Exchange . Joshes .. Small Candle . Directory of Advertisers ... Advertisements .45 to 3 5 9 11 12 14 15 18 19 20 22 22 24 25 29 30 32 33 35 37 39 40 43 44 i 64 _ Tl e SeQior Class HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. fl Senior’s Seven Ages Shakespeare says, and we will continue to quote him for a time yet despite the adverse criticism of our friend Tolstoi, thai “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts. His acts being seven ages.” Now the great English bard was right, but he might also have said that while before the footlights on the “world’s stage” one plays through seven ages long before he reaches the act of “second childishness and mere oblivion.” A High School Senior, whose years have been numbered by but few turnings of the hour glass, has played through seven ages; the first, the Nursery, where ills are manifold, and where the talcum can proves of great¬ er worth than all the mines of India, and where the canister which holds the catnip tea is the true “Fountain of Youth;” the next, the Kindergarten, where work is play, and where the young idea learns to shoot so that in the later years the blowgun and the rubber band w ' hich throw the paper wad can be manipulated with the skill of years; and third, the Grammar School, where lessons wax yet harder and the novelty of knowledge is replaced by grind, and he begins to realize that grammar sets the pace for things unpleasant.; and when at last he graduates from Grammar School and thinks he’s free, behold, he’s ushered into things yet more severe—he finds himself in High Scliool; if life was rushing in his earlier days it is strenuous here, for what with original problems in Geometry, and conjugations of Latin verbs which ne’er were used except by people long since dead, and efforts to commit long; passages of English prose or verse life fast becomes a weary drudg ' e. Now comes the fourth act in the play, he becomes a Freshman; with timid step he treads the halls and creeps all round the house to find the of¬ fice; he laughs with childish glee to hear the noise of an alarm clock which he has hid behind the bust of Caesar, and thinks there’s little left to learn when he has mastered “Whiskety.” As Sophomore he’s wise—we know he’s wise because he tells us so— and seeks to give advice to friend and foe, to Freshmen and to Faculty, but comes to find that hfs advice counts all for naught and is not followed even in emergency. And now comes the Junior, much elated over his escape by a scant “C’ from his former class, and feeling proud to think it now becomes his? 12 — HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’ 0 7- right to advise the verdant Freshie just ud from Grammar School. He teaches him to fill too full the stove which heats the study hall and then to turn the damper square across to cause a smoke. Last scene of all, when having passed through all the grades below, he comes to the High School student’s last estate, the Senior. He spells his name in capitals, and wonders how the school existed half so long before he came. Now the class of Nineteen Seven has well nigh played its seventh act; its history is brief and plain; each started life at an early age, but each has kept it up till on the day they graduate the number of their years is two hundred three, three months and twenty days; their height is one and sixt feet, and weight combined exceeds a half a ton. Seven found their earliest home in California; one other came from Bryan’s state; from Idaho anothei started out, while still another came from far-off Illinois. ’Twas left to one to fill the measure up by being born across the sea; Er kommt her aus dem Vaterland and singt “Die Wacht am Rhein.” In politics each has his choice though none have voted yet; three fall in line with Democrats and eight, the G. O. P. But e’en the Senior has his trials; the under class-men do not lift their hats to him, and oft the Faculty remind him that there must needs be more of study, and that he must pass the final “ex” in History, and finish up experiments in Chemistry, if he would be in line for flowers on graduation night. But there is recompense; upon that last glad night when papa, mamma, and the “folks” are ranged in smiling rows across the hall, he marches in the while the orchestra plays something new to which he keeps not step; and then some noted speaker from afar points out the fact that all the world wants this same Senior lad, and it will have him, too, if some unkind fate doth not befall; and then the flower girls have “their exits and their en¬ trances” and flowers are piled up high around his feet; at last the president calls out his name and hands him his diploma. Next day he has his picture taken with his flowers and his diploma, and passes on to be forgotten just like all the rest who have preceded him. And thus it is that room is made for other folks to play their parts and spend their little hour upon the stage. A. B. WAY. Umpire (at base ball game)— “Foul” Small boy, “Where are its feathers?” Umpire, “You goose, this is a picked team.” Ex. — 13 — HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ' 0 7. Last Will aod Testament of the Class of ’07 We the Class of 07 of the Petaluma High School, being of sound and disposing mind and memory and not acting under Duress, Menace, Fraud or undue influence do declare this instrument to be our last Will and Testament. 1. We desire that the Executor of this our last Will and Testament shall pay, we do not care how, all of our just debts. 2 . We give and bequeath to the next Senior class our marvelous ability to make money. 3. We give and bequeath to next year’s Freshmen all rights, privileges and opportunities of learning English quotations for the next four years. 4. We give and bequeath to Mr. Newell all our history outlines, reports and essays in loving remembrance of the many happy (?) hours we have spent in preparing them. 5. We give and bequeath to the next Senior class our debating record in the hope that it may inspire them to higher things. 6 . We give and bequeath the josh box to those who so plentifully (?) filled it with joshes. 7. We give and bequeath lastly the goodwill and best wishes of the Class o 07 for the future success and prosperity of the Petaluma High School. 8 . We nominate and appoint the Class of ’08 of the Petaluma High School the Executor of this our last Will and Testament, to act without bonds and wi full power to do any and all things necessary to carry out the bequests and conditions herein contained without applying to any Court for authority so to do. °“ the fourteenth day of May, 1907, the Class of ’07, of the Petaluma lgh School, personally declared the foregoing instrument consisting of these statements to be its last Will and Testament and we at its request and in its presence and in the presence of each other have affixed our names as witnesses thereto. A. 3. WAY, Petaluma, California. MARTIN SINGER, Petaluma, California. — 14 — HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. When the “Ends Played In” “No,” said Dr. Thompson, “I am afraid that your ankle will be in no fit condition for you to play in to-morrow’s game.” “But, doctor,” argued Frank, “by careful tight bandaging isn’t there a chance of its strengthening sufficiently for me to play the last ‘half?’ ” “I understand what a dissapointment it is to you, Frank,” replied the kind-hearted old doctor, “but I feel that I am really working to your advan¬ tage in being cautious till your ankle is stronger. However, do not give up all hope. I will do the best I can for you.” For a long time after the doctor had departed Frank lay with his face buried in the pillow, trying nobly to force back the tears which welled to his eyes. It was truly hard luck to be shut out of the last and championship game of the season by such an accident. Two days before, Frank Norton, the heaviest and fastest half-back that ever played on a Dexter eleven, had been carried off the field of practice, suffering with a strained tendon in his ankle. This did not dampen the enthusiasm of his team-mates, as they all thought that he would soon recover, and be able to play in the great game. But when on the eve of the battle, the star player was still confined to his bed, Dexter’s prospects for victory the next day looked dark indeed. Frank especially seemed to have “hard luck.” He was a Senior in college, con¬ sequently this was his last foot-ball game, and ne had practiced and worked hard all the season, looking forward to this Jreat day. Now all his work would count for nothing, and he would have to sit by and see a “sub” fill his hard-earned position. The day of the great game dawned sharp and clear, an ideal day for a game of any kind. Frank was allowed to sit up in a reclining chair, wrap¬ ped in blankets till he looked much more like an Indian squaw than a burly foot-ball player. When his lunch was brought in to him he had no desire to taste the tempting meal, but was ordered by the doctor to eat something and thus keep up his strength. The visitors arrived shortly after noon and proceeded at once to the gridiron and commenced to liven things up with their college yells and songs. The Wilmot eleven, for such was the name of the opposing school, arrived soon after in a bus, being conveyed in that manner in order to escape the noise and excitement of the crowd. Frank, assisted by the doctor, hast¬ ened to dress in his foot-ball uniform, for he had begged hard to be at least allowed to don his suit and sit along the side lines. The Wilmot eleven im¬ mediately on their arrival repaired to their dressing rooms, and soon after, accompanied by a ringing cheer from the bleachers, trotted onto the field and began to run through light, snappy signal practice. These were followed a —15— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ' 0 7. few minutes later by the Dexter eleven, and a cheer of no less volume than its predecessor greeted them. The toss-up was won by the Wilmot Captain who chose to defend the north goal. The whistle sounded and the teams repaired to their respective positions. The time-honored custom of the Presidents of the rival universities shaking hands in the middle of the field, a pretty and appropriate way of showing the good feeling which existed between the two institutions, was carried out. As soon as these two individuals had hurried off the field Dexter kicked off to Wilmot, and the ball was put in play near the center of the field. The teams “lined up” for the scrimmage and the great game was on in earnest. At first Dexter seemed to have a little the advantage in size and weight at all points on the line except at the right half-back, where Jones, the substitute, was filling Norton ' s place. However, the reverse soon proved to be the case. The Dexter eleven was slowly, but surely, forced back, until the Wilmot quarter-back, calling for an “end over” play, sent the “left half” speeding around right end for the first touchdown of the day. The Wilmot quarter then kicked, but missed his goal. The teams again lined up as be¬ fore, only on opposite sides of the field, and play was resumed. The ball zigzaged back and forth across the field till it came to a stand¬ still ten yards from Dexter’s goal. Frank at this point became so excited that he leaped up and commenced walking up and down the side lines, till he was forced by the doctor to sit down. Would the Wilmot team make the iemaining few yards? A good end run would cover the remaining distance and add more points to the present score. But just as the quarter was call¬ ing off his signals, the whistle blew, announcing the end of the first half. The score stood: Wilmot—5. Dexter—0. As the teams had been rubbing-down in their dressing rooms, during the ten minutes interval between halves, Dr. Thompson had been debating in his mind, whether or not he should allow Frank to go into the game the last half. He at last decided to give him a trial and take the chances. As the Dexter team trotted onto the field, the crowd in the bleachers noticed a new face among the team. And when they saw it was Norton, their star player, the Dexter section could withhold itself no longer, and burst out into a mighty roar. Although Frank was not captain, he had been all along the life and spirit of the team, and from the moment he took his position behind the line, new hope and courage seemed to take hold of his teammates. However, the ball was steadily forced along by continuous “line buck¬ ing” on the part of the Wilmot team, till Dexter finally made a stand fifteen aids from their goal, and there held the opposing team down to a four yard gain in three downs. Dexter was given the ball, and it was promptly “boot- ed” out of danger. Wilmot, after advancing several yards, lost the ball on a fumble. Dex¬ ter gained possession of the ball for the first time in the game without being forced to “punt.” Clear and sharp came the signals from Scott, the little quarter which sent Norton around the end. 9-2-4-6-4-9-2, and away shot Frank with the —16— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. ball tightly wedged under his arm. He wiggled through the arms of the op¬ posing end, but was downed by the big full-back. Again he was given the ball but this time barely made a gain. Then came the signal 8-8-2—4-5, and Chambers, the burly full-back, went crashing through left guard for a good substantial gain. Again and again the giant “full” gained his yards, till the “ends” of the opposing team began to play close to center. This was just the move that Scott had long been waiting for. He paused a moment to give his men time to breathe. McDonald, the captain, called to ascertain how much time was left. The time-keeper shook his head indicating that less than five minutes remained, and he could not tell the exact time. From far across the field came the yell, “Hip ray! Hip ray! Hip ray! Norton-Norton.” While, “Hold ’em, Wilmot! Hold ’em, Wilmot! Don’t let ’em thru,” came from the Wilmot rooters. The entire Dexter team realized that with them it was now or never. Scott trotted into place, calling out in a ringing tone, 9-2-3—1-2-3, and as Norton rushed past him, Scott shoved the ball under his arm, and away shot Frank, as though hurled from a cannon’s mouth, with excellent interference and with no one opposing him except the full and quarter-backs. As he sped on down the field he heard nothing, saw nothing but the little quarter-back, who, alone stood between him and victory. On he ran, his speed increasing, till as he neared his rival, he lifted his head, and, as his opponent crouched to tackle him, Frank with one bound leaped high and far, completely hurdling the other man. As he again touch¬ ed the ground, his ankle turned, nearly throwing him down, but, limping, he ran on as best he could. But this wrench to his injured member materially lessened his speed, and gave the other men an opportunity to gain on him, and when he was almost to the line, he was grasped about the waist in a grip like a vice. Little by little he drew nearer the coveted white line, till his opponent, shifting his grasp from waist to knees, downed the runner, but as Frank fell, he stretched the ball out as far as he could reach, and the next moment the entire team rushed down upon the two. The touchdown had been made for the ball lay just beyond the line. The score was tied. Now if they could kick the goal—well! there would be more than one happy heart in Dexter. Amid a breathless hush, Chambers stepped back several steps, and again stepped forward. The ball sailed high into the air, on, on, over the bar, amid a crashing yell. Frank sank down exhausted, his ankle throbbing and paining. The next moment the whistle blew announcing that time was up and the game was over. Dexter had won by the narrow margin of one point, the final score being 6—5. In a moment the field swarmed with the Dexter and Wilmot rooters who lifted the members of their respective teams onto their shoulders, and the column of Dexter rooters, with Frank on the shoulders of the President and Doctor of the college, leading the line, commenced its triumphant march around the field of victory, while the college t� and struck up the well known air, “Hail to the Chief Who in Triumph Advances.” J. R. B. ’OS. HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. Commiseration Ode I love to hear the pussy-cats At midnight on the fence, I love to see their bright green eyes Gleam through the shadows dense. When sound asleep all good folk rest, And none but thieves rejoice, T’is then, upon the still night air, Is heard your thrilling voice. In accents sweet and soft and low,— Or, as the case may be, In pure and high soprano tones, Far, far beyond high C, You tell the tales of long ago, Our singers you outshine. Their songs are gleaned from one short life, Your repertoire, from nine. When passion thrills your notes sublime, Or melancnoly woe, Or longing love you warble of To, do, re, me, re, do; Ah, then, indeed, the soul of him Who music doth adore, Is filled with bliss un speakable, And, eager, wishes more. R ut some there are, (t’is very sad To think it should be so! Who’d rather lie and snore than hear Thy liquid music flow. These poor benighted beings rise To hunt for soap or shoe While all about the neighborhood The very air grows blue. Next, household goods, as well as swords, The atmosphere do pierce, While voices from the windows say, “These cats are something fierce!” But, songsters, though no doubt t’is hard To be so underrated, Console yourselves, for genius ne’er Was yet appreciated. —FAY FAIRBANKS. —18— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. One of Many It was at that crowded corner in New York, where Fifth Avenue edges on Broadway, where the crowd never stops, where the air is never quiet. An old man with one leg amputated above the knee was playing a simple melody on a violin as old and battered looking as himself. Now and then some child would drop a penny in the cup before him, but the crowd paid no heed to him. There were too many cases like this to attract attention. Suddenly the music changed from the simple melody, played to catch the ear of the passing crowd, to one descriptive of days long past, in sunny Italy. The music is now joyous, now full of pathos. He is just preparing to go to America to earn a living for the loved ones at home. The music por¬ trays his joy. For a time he sends money home and all goes well with him. The music is happy still. Misfortune comes upon him suddenly. He is run over by a train and when he at last leaves the hospital, he is an old and wretched man, old be¬ fore his time. Sad and pitiful the strain, of music now becomes. “Starved,” he reads from an old newspaper printed in Italy, “the wife and two children of Antonio Careno, whose whereabouts in America are unknown.” He pays no attention to the crowd, fascinated by the wierd and beautiful music. Tears are in his eyes, starvation faces him, he plays on. The music so long kept in the precious violin is awakened, and when he at last stops the crowd presses around him and fills his tin cup and his pockets with money. While yet in the crowded street, he lifts his eyes to the sky above and thanks God for the sudden change of fortune and for the blessings the money will bring him. He will go back to Italy and live a life of happiness in his old boyhood home. Picking up the cherished violin he hobbles to a squalid East Side tenement, to a room which he now calls home. W r hat cares he for dirt or filth, he will be happy in a short time! Once again he takes the old violin. The beautiful music rises above the cry of children and the barking of dogs on the crowded pavement below. He is happy once more and he thanks God with a smile on his lips. The passing crowd had often seen the old man and paid little atten¬ tion to his playing, but today even the hardest heart was touched by the wonderful music. It lingered in their memories after they had gone by, and all pitied the old man whose life story was so plainly printed on his face and so clearly portrayed by the strange music. The story gained wide circula¬ tion and the evening papers were filled with fancied and skillfully construct¬ ed stories of the old musician’s life. A reporter went the next morning to obtain, if possible, the true story. He reached the dingy room which had just ceased ringing with the melodies of the old violin. He hesitated a mo¬ ment at the open door. He was never to hear the sad, sad story, for the old man was even now with his loved ones. SADIE CRONLEY, ’10. —19— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. Solorooo’s Lametations It was late in a drowsy midsummer afternoon when life in all its forms seemed hidden from the sun’s hot rays. Not a leaf stirred in the sultry air. The silence was broken only by the droning hum of the bumble bee and the occasional piping from the mountain quail that had sought shelter from the noon-day’s scorching beams. A lone Indian, tired and worn by mountain climbing, passed down into the valley and up the steep incline which brought him in sight of the mighty awe inspiring Pacific. He halted not until the spires of old Fort Ross met his view. Overcome with the sight he sank beneath the shade of a tall pine whose head towered high above the mountain side and seemed lost in the hazy atmosphere overhead. Here he mused to himself on the long ago until found by a weary traveler to whom he related his sorrowful tale. “Down on that shore my father first built his hut hollowed out from one of yon redwood trees, covered it over with bark and lived by trapping, fishing and gathering abalones and sea weed from the beach. Here I was born, on the day the first pale face wandered to our shores, and from him I was given the name of Solomon. My boyhood days were spent with my mother gathering kindling wood washed up by the waves, and plucking the sea gulls for feather robes. Oh how my little heart danced for joy as I watch, ed each bird freed to fly away without its plumes! Good times were ours. Every autumn brought our friends to the coast. We feasted and danced around bright camp fires, swam and made merry while our mothers sat by t re wigwams watching the men gamble away their wealth of skins, wampurn and furs. At one of these potlatches my father was chosen chief of the Digger tribe and ever after I was hailed as Little Chief Solomon, a distinction which made me very happy. I grew up a strong, brave boy, the joy of my mother, e pride of my father and of all the tribe. One bright summer followed the other in rapid succession, but the intensity of the winters seemed to increase as I grew older, until the saddest day of all arrived when my father failed to return from the hunt and a week later was found, slain in the woods He was tenderly carried to our lodge. Medicine men blew their breath upon him and beat their breasts, but to no avail. The spirit had fled to its maker. After three days of mourning and loud lamentations the body was pre¬ pared for burial. Tribes gathered from far and near, fires were burned and torches were lighted on the hills, and just as the rays of the setting sun shone on the distant hilltops, they bore him to his last resting place at the top of yonder hills. There his horse and dog were buried beside him. As the last clod fell upon the grave my mother who was ill from grief and anguish shrieking rushed from the lodge, threw herself across the grave and ex’ —20— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. “This was the first great sorrow of my life. As I turned away a little hand was placed in mine, and glancing down I beheld little Buttercup, the playmate of my childhood. With her I had built sand houses and floated leaves on the rippling water; together we had sailed up and down the stream in my little canoe, had woven pretty baskets and chains of beads. It was for her always in my journeys through the wood that I gathered the blight est leaves and flowers, certain that she was always joyfully awaiting my coming. With eyes filled with tears she promised to befriend me the same as of old. This gave me confidence and as time went on I found great con¬ solation in her friendship. “To increase our trouble, our settlement was invaded by a band of trappers from over the Rockies, followed by the Russians who pushed us aside and began to build houses and dig up our gardens and fields. I, of course, had succeeded my father as chief, but having been taught to love peace and hate war, I could not rouse the tribe to attack the enemy. So they continued to increase among us while tribes were constantly murmuring at the many wrongs they suffered at the hands of the invaders. It was one of these which provoked me to commit a crime that drove me far away these many years until to-day I come back to view a sad sight. “I had suffered their wrongs in silence until I noticed the Russian gen¬ eral, Zeekhoff, paying marked attention to our little Buttercup, now grown to womanhood, and the flower of our tribe. On the eve of his departure for his fatherland I saw him speaking to her on the shore. At nightfall as the ship was weighing anchor she was missed, and fearing she had been carried away I swam to the ship and hastily clambered over its side. By the moon’s pale beams I saw my rival, and with uplifted knife rushed upon him. As his life¬ less body sank beneath the waves I was forced to plunge overboard, pur¬ sued by the angry mob, who revenged themselves by burning our village and dispursing our band. I fled southward, and, supposing Buttercup far away in a distant land, felt no longing to return until old age seized upon me and fearing the great spirit would soon call me, I stole homeward and heard from an old crone the story of my early life, how Buttercup was seated upon the bank years before and had witnessed our combat, had remained ever true and faithful to her promise and had pined away and died of a broken heart. She was buried at the foot of this pine where fate has accidentally led me.” Glancing down he could yet discern the mound. Spreading out his hands he raised his eyes toward the setting sun, and exclaimed, “Now I am content, Buttercup. I go to join thee in the happy hunting grounds.” And with the determination characteristic of his race he fell on his hunting knife and expired. Thus the legend of Solomon and Buttercup is told to this day at Fort Ross, and their lonely graves are pointed out to the traveler. FLORENCE WALSH, ’08 —21— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. When the Teachers Learn to Sl ;ate At Institute in April. From many miles around, The county teachers journeyed To Petaluma town. To make their visit pleasant, And sweet memories recall. To Dreamland rink one evening ’Twas planned to take them all. Some of the local teachers Had never learned to skate. And strangers must not find them So very out of date. They thought they would have a trial, And bravely tempted wheels; With greatest pluck, as some would think. They fixed them on their heels. First out came Mr. Newell, And as he gazed around, His feet went out from under him And near the roof were found. But as for Mr. Singer, He sang a different tune; ’Tis said that he and Mr. Way Saw neither stars nor moon. And all the country people Who happened by the door. Could see sedate Miss Watkins Make angles with the floor. Miss Daniel and Miss Perkins Both whirled around so fast That there was some one heard to say, “What was that just flew past?” At school the teachers laugh at us For all we do and say. But at the rink, as you may think, It’s quite the other way. So if toward them you have a spite, And if you feel quite sore, Just watch them at the Dreamland rink And you’ll be sure to roar. —CHARLES GREEN, ’09 -22— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. Sammy Usuries Awa eQiQg “Der ought ter be a mate to dis. Sho’ly no man wid only one laig is gwine aroun’ skatin ' —sho’ly not! An’ den when roller skates is won out an’ dey is frown away dey is bofe frown away.” It was probably by chance that Sammy Usum found it that morning as he was walking down the street stirring the sand with his bare toes. But search ever so faithfully, the little darkey could not find the mate to his newly discovered treasure. “I des have to fiin’ dat odder skate,” he said, his eyes sparkling like two black beads and his teeth glistening from behind his red lips. After searching for some time the little bundle of rags sat down on the side walk and proceeded to fasten the solitary skate to his left foot. When the straps were fastened around his ragged shoe he attempted to stand on his feet. Then his head spun round and round and the earth and sky seemed a jumble of blue and green. His legs clashed together and Sammy landed in the midst of a pile of rubbish. Old Black Sarah who sold oranges at a stand across the street saw the little colored lad and urged him on, “Jes’ keep agwine. A fall don’t ’mount to nuffin.” So Sammy “kept agwine” but could make no headway. Presently he heard a lady’s voice behind him say, “That boy will make a man of himself some day.” Nobody had ever praised Sammy Usum before except his mother and her praises ran like this, “Poor Sammy’s a good li’l boy. He always tells de trufe an‘ I don’t has to worry ’bout him ,’cept gettin ' him somethin ' to eat and to wear.” Sammy Usum thought of the words the voice behind him had said and wondered how he could make a man of himself. Hanging his skate over his arm he walked toward the hotel and placed himself by the stairway, ready to aid travelers by carrying their satchels for them. When he was not occupied by this work he ran errands for the hotel keeper, swept off the side walk, and did other small tasks. When evening came, Sammy Usum’s little palm was full of shining five cent pieces. On his way home he stepped into a hardware store and when he came out the end of a rope was hanging from his blouse and striking against his leg as he walked. Sammy’s home was on a road leading into the country, called “Park Lane.” When the little darkey reached the curve in the road a small cabin made of whitewashed boards could be seen. On one side was a porch covered with Honeysukles and Tea Roses. On this porch stood Mammy Usum’s washtub and over it Mammy Usum was bending, singing as she worked. The old board fence by the house was very dilapidated and many of the boards were missing. —23— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ' 0 7. But just now sheets and pillowslips were hanging beside pink and blue shirt waists, for this was where Mammy hung her washing. She had long wished for a new clothes line and hoped she would get one when her husband, old Rufus, got a “job.” However, Rufus was one of the “born-tired” kind and so was not look¬ ing for a “job.” As Sammy approached the cabin Mammy Usum smiled and, as she espied the rope hanging from his blouse, she said, “For de lan‘ sakes chile, what have yo‘ got?” “I’ve brought you some clo’s-pins an‘ a clo’s line, Mammy,” he said. “I got ’em by “wuking,” he added, as he took them from his blouse. “God bress yo‘, you poor chile,” said Mammy. “We can hang the clo’s line from the tree in the gyarden to the apple tree over yonder. You’ll be a mon someday, won ' yo‘, Sammy?” Sammy Usum smiled and wondered why the lady and his Mammy had said the same thing. MAMIE BURLEIGH, 1 0. A Sewing Gircle A sewing circle is composed of ladies—usually. The ladies begin to come about a half hour before they are wanted, and keep coming until after it begins. They get off in little bunches and talk about each other. When it is time to begin, the ladies gather around in a circle. This is the sewing circle. At the word of command they all begin to talk. The one who talks most has the pleasure of the least work. When they are all out of breath, which takes several hours, cake is brought on. It is brought on at the last because then the ladies are exhausted and can not eat so much. Ater this they go home. I do not know whether they sew at a sewing circle or not. CHARLES GREEN, ’09 A tooter who tooted a flute Tried to tutor two tooters to toot These two asked the tooter If ‘twas harder to toot Or tutor two tooters to toot.—Ex. i —24— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE - 0 7. High School Memories “O please, sir, wait! wait!” excitedly called a short, stout, little woman, as she bustled down the hotel steps, handsatchel in hand, toward the ap¬ proaching stage. “Sure, marm,” replied the jolly coachman, as he drew up near the steps, “this ’ere coach won’t be a startin ' fore ten minutes, so you needn’t worry.” She smiled pleasantly. All unconsciously she had been tying her veil under her chin, and now, having added the fifth knot, she sat down with a thump that might have surprised even a school boy. In a few minutes six others had gathered on the veranda, ready to start on a trip up the Sierra Nevadas. “All aboard!” shouted the driver, and the merry crowd drew near the stage, our little short lady in the lead, hur¬ rying as only a plump person can. “I have engaged the center seat in the second row, for it is the most comfortable,” she explained. “That so?” inquired Hans, the driver. “Yes,” she replied. “ I telephoned ahead. It’s mine,” she proclaimed triumphantly, as the driver helped her in. “There’s one thing certain,” thought Hans, “she truly occupies all the space she paid for.” Soon all were in. On either side of Mrs. Sales, for such was the little woman’s name, was a young fellow, eacITcontrasting strikingly. The one on her left a tall, lank, dark muscular fellow, while her right hand neighbor was a second Billy Bounce, with the addition of a few feet, and with a merry twinkle in his hazel eyes. A sober looking man sat with Hans. In the back seat were a man, his wife, and their lovely daughter, a young, vivacious, and dashing maiden, a beauty of the brunette type. While the rest were stowing away wraps and luncheon, the attention of this girl, Grace, was drawn to the grandeur of the landscape. To the right was the hotel, a large, quaint old wooden structure, its wide veranda over¬ hung with twining vines, as it nestled in among the tall redwood trees. She gazed in silent pleasure. Through the trees were the lofty Sierras, their canons still veiled in the morning mist. They were not steep, gray and rocky but wrapped in their new spring covering. At the base the tender green grass was first peeping forth. A little higher was the dark green forest, and far above, the graceful peaks were still encircled by a crown of snow. To the left was a wall of gigantic pines, which had stood for ages with their strong arms interlocked, whispering to each other their secrets, or blending their mournful sighs. What could be more enchanting ’midst the twittering of the birds at dawn? “Get up!” shouted Hans, and the four shining black horses, impatient¬ ly tossing their heads, anxious to be off, sprang forward, soon to ascend the mountains. Emerging from the grove of trees about the hotel, fields of grain stretched out like green ribbons, till in the distance they met a waving white —25— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. sea of prune blossoms in the rolling foot-hills, each ripple reaching higher and higher till it touched the azure sky. “This air certainly is bracing, and the view is just grand,” began Mrs. Sales. “Beyond words,” put in her stout neighbor on the right. He began to hum. The tall lank fellow listened. What, could it be? N-o- Y-e-s, it was “California.” “And we’ll rough-house old Stanford till she-.” He tried to tune up. He looked over the fields. Finally he got it. “Down in the country of the Cardinal.” “I say,” he broke in, “I am a fel¬ low from Stanford, I suppose you must be a Berkeley boy.” “That I am. Shake hands, old boy.” So they reached across the back of the seat and clasp¬ ed hands. “Well, if 1 am not the luckiest, to get in with two college chaps. Now I want to know,” she urged, punching the Berkeley fellow till he almost jumped, “something about these schools. Now I never could understand how Berkeley, such a large school as Berkeley, could ever let herself be beaten by Stanford, and the state school too. I’d be abashed.” “We won three or four games in succession,” explained the Stanford man. “We won the Rugby game, too. You know this Rugby game is quite an idea. It is worth any man’s money to see. I can’t understand my self, how we always win, but we do. It’s quite an honor you know.” “You play in the team I suppose?” inquired Mrs. Sales. “O yes,” he answered, “I play in the team. But I must confess I haven’t made as good a record as I might.” Having said this, the Stanford fellow, Allen, glanced over to see how the Berkeleyite, Bert, was taking things. Bert had been listening. He bore a look of calm satisfaction, but his heart within swelled with pride, for he knew that old Berkeley had always played to do herself credit. What was the use explaining! It would be proved to the world again as it had been before. Grace, meantime, was looking back over the zigzag road they had been traveling. To her there was a fascination in the moss-grown stumps and broken-rail fences, on which perched the larks, as they sang their greetings. They passed great clusters of poppies, emblems of the sunset state. Well, she thought, did the Spaniards name them when they called them “cups of gold.” Bang!! The horses plunged in their terror. Hunters had done the harm. Altho‘ it was up grade the horses fairly flew, when woe—the sober man’s hat blew off and was left in the dust behind. “John, I told you to hold your hat. It’s the last you’ve got!” screamed Mrs. Sales. “O dear, what can be done?” By this time the team was subdued. “I’ll give any one five dollars that will go and get that hat. It’s the last he’s got and we can’t afford to get another. ’ Allen jumped out and soon recovered the lost article, restored it to the owner, and politely declined a reward. “That’s my husband,” declared Mrs. Sales. “I warned him about his hat, but he’s so funny. The Doctor says he has electricty in his hair. We’re out for his health now. Poor John sat with one hand tightly grasping his hat, while he violently mopped his bald head with the other. “Look out,” roared Bert, or you’ll rub the last bit of your electrified hair off.” Indeed HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. he only had a strip about gn Inch wide, extending from the back of one ear to the back of the other, parted directly down the middle, and combed over his smooth head as far as it would reach. John stole a sly look at those be¬ hind but said nothing. Reaching a picturesque spot on the mountain side, they alighted and partook of their delicious luncheon. The group then parted, each wandering where he chose. Grace went alone, and seating herself on a boulder, sur¬ rounded by the glories of California mountain scenery, she sang softly a song that she loved. She was unconscious that the two college boys had climbed into a tall tree, whose branches overspread a brook a few yards away, to listen to her sweet notes, until—splash! Something happened. She reached the brook just in time to see the robust Bert creep from the water, a radiant smile on his dripping face, at the same time Allen was scrambling from the tree. For a few minutes all stood laughing. How could they help it at such a sight! Before long the party gathered and were soon descending the moun¬ tain at a great speed. The coach was lurched into a rut. The occupants were bounced up and down, back and forth. Our young Berkeleyite was bumped against Mrs. Sales. Just as they were settling back they were launch¬ ed into another rut. “Mr. Coachman, if you don’t cease driving into such holes I’ll get my hat pin to work,” said Mrs. Sales. Peal after peal of merry laughter floated out on the evening air from the coach as it whirled down the mountain side, leaving only a cloud of dust to mark its flight. After dinner in the hotel that evening, the guests were gathered in the parlor. Grace having been asked to give some music, was seated at the piano undecided what it should be. “Would you mind, Miss Grace, singing that song you sang on the mountain side to-day?” Asked Bert. “Yes,” said Allen, ‘that song Bert was listening to when he fell in.” A merry laugh ran round the room. Grace rested her fair brow on her slender hand a moment. Her thoughts ran back to the scene of that song, a little valley on the east side of which stood a solitary mountain range like a wall of defence. From the base, spreading westward, was a level plain like the prairie lands of the Mis¬ sissippi. Across it flowed the winding river, along which came the fresh sea breeze which mingled with the pure mountain air, forming one of the most healthful climates in the world. From this rose the hills, rolling one after the other, farther and farther toward the mighty Pacific. Standing out be¬ fore the rest was dear old Knob Hill where stood Petaluma High in all her majesty. There were the bright faces and ringing laughter of the students. There too, was seen Miss Perkins, standing before her class, as did Icabod of yore, her maxim being: “Teach the child the thing you ought, When he is gone ’twill be forgot.” There Miss Watkins, with her cheery smile, flitted through the halls like a college girl, but was strictly ready for business at nine. There were the highly respected Mr. Newell with his inexhaustable store of knowledge of ancient worlds; the sweet-toned Singer; the happy smiling Way, the com- —27— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. poser of songs; the busy little Miss Daniel, bending over some herbs and flowers. With a far away look in her eyes, Grace raised her head, and softly played the opening bars. Her clear soprano voice rang and re-echoed through the old inn. It raised the college spirit of the boys, who joined in the chorus, until all took up the strain: f ‘I will sing with delight of the Purple and White, Of Petaluma High.” LILLIS HEMPHILL, ’09. TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION A sailor named Taylor was wrecked on a whaler—the sea was about to prevail, When lucky for Taylor the foundering whaler caught up with a slum¬ bering whale “In order to sail her to harbor,” said Taylor, “myself I’ll avail o’ this gale So Taylor, the sailor, the sail o’ the whaler did nail o’er the tail o’ the whale.—Life. ILLUSTRATING THE DIFFERENCE “What’s the difference between vision and sight?” “See those two girls across the street?’ “Yes.” “Well, the pretty one I would call a vision of loveliness, but the other one—she’s a sight.”—Ex. JOHNNIE’S CRITICISM. “Say, pa,” queried little Johnny Bumpernickle, “are you a self-made man?” “Yes, my boy, and I’m proud of it.” replied the old man. “But, pa,” continued the inquisitive youngster, “why didn’t you use a looking glass?”—Ex. The Argumentive Man—But, my dear fellow, I tell you it’s impossible for the moon to be inhabited. When it is full it is all right but when it wanes down to a little cresent, where would all the people go to? —28— EDITORIAL STAFF Editor - - Belle Rankin Assistant Editor - Helen Purvine Business Manager - Leo Blair Hart Asst. Manager - Lorin Church Fiction - - Bonita McKinnev School Notes and Personals Mabel Fritsch Exchanges - Nelle Graham Alumni I Sue Cheesewrlght Aiumm - | Jo Mooney I 5ue Cheesewrlght joshes - | Rov Butirv Athletics - Volkert Faltings Artist Jo Moonev Commercial - Carolvne Penn In publishing this edition of the Enterprise we have endeavored to present the public with a paper representative of the whole school. In many schools the last paper of the year is taken up entirely with the Senior class. However, as the last paper of the year means the only paper of the year with us, and since we realize that while Seniors may be of the greatest im¬ portance in their own estimation they may not hold quite so high a position in the estimation of others, we have tried to have all departments of school activities represented, the literary, the athletic and the social. As such a paper we present this volume to you hoping it will give you pleasure and uphold the fair name of the school. —29— He chief social event of last term was the farewell reception given ll to the graduating class of ’07. It was held in Elk’s hall, which was artistically decorated with P. H. S. pennants, greenery and crepe paper. There were about two hundred guests present and the evening was spent in dancing. Two farces have been given during the term, one by the Athletic As¬ sociation and the other by the Juniors. Both were very successful and there was considerable dramatic ability displayed. In the Athletic farce Miss Jo Mooney who played the leading role proved herself to a very clever actress. The Seniors are proud of their fair classmate. After her return last lear the Senior class gave Miss Perkins a recep¬ tion at the home of Miss Belle Rankin. There were twenty guests present and a delightful evening was spent. Several very enthusiastic rallies have been held this term, which were well attended by the students and their friends. Under the able leadership of Leo Hart the Petaluma High School rooters have acquired a splendid repu¬ tation and our “Whiskity” is becoming quite famous. However, if some original chap would write a few new yells or a new song they would be very much appreciated. On September 6th the Senior class gave a dance at Armory Hall which was a social if not a financial success. Leo Hart acted as floor manager. The Basket Ball girls gave an invitational skating party in February at the Dreamland Rink in honor of the Vallejo team. It was due to the kindness of Mr. Macnider that the visitors were so pleasantly entertained. —3fl— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. On February 1st the Class of ’09 gave a reception to the Class of ’10. It was a pretty sight to see the little Freshmen in their short frocks and knee trousers tripping the light fantastic while those not so inclined played hide-and-go-see or drop the handkerchief. The main feature of the evening was the scarcity of the sterner sex. We have had the pleasure recently of hearing two illustrated lectures. One on Australia given by Mr. Brownlee and the other by Mr. Harper on the Hawaiian Islands. The Senior Class have made themselves famous by their pie sales, several of which have been given to raise money for the Enterprise. Debates The interest in debating has once more been revived and at present we have two rival debating societies. One is composed of the Seniors and Sophomores and the other of the Juniors and Freshmen, the officers of which are as follows: Senior—Sophomore President, Vice President Secretary Sergeant-at-arms Leo Hart Lillis Hemphill Kitty Connolly Will Nicholson J unior—Freshmen President Russell Booth Vice President Margaret McAskill Secretary Sophie Schuler Sergeant-at-arms John Cavanagh The first debate was held on May 3rd, the question being, Resolved, That the removal of the state capital from Sacramento to Berkeley is desira¬ ble. Those on the affirmative were Lorene Meyers, and Emil Nattkamper. Those on the negative were Lillis Hemphill and Burns Walls. Both sides presented very good points, but the decision was in favor of the negative. It is the intention of the societies to hold these meetings every two weeks, the debate to be preceded by a literary program furnishd by the students. The second debate was held in May, the Senior-Sophomore debat¬ ers were Charles Denman and Joe Glikbarg. Those of the Junior Freshmen society were Russell Booth and Roy Evans. On March 28th there was a very interesting debate between the Seniors and Juniors on the question, ‘Resolved; That a powerful mayor is better for a good municipal government than a strong council.” The Juniors had the affirmative, their debaters being Myra Green and Alger Scott. The Seniors were represented by Bonita McKinney and Volkert Faltings on the negative. The question was very good and the debate proved very interesting, the speakers being repeatedly applauded by their respective sides, and class spirit ran very high. In the end the Seniors won the victory. 31— High school enterprise ’ 07 . Coromercial Department The Commercial Department is just closing its first year in its new quarters and feels proud of its new home. For two years the department was limited in space to one room which necessitated the use of the hall for typewriting. During the last summer vacation the two rooms in the center of the building on the first floor were thrown together for use as a study hall, and the old study hall was given over to the Commercial Department. This change was of advantage to everyone. The study hall is within easy reach of all without the climbing of stairs, a point of great importance when evening meetings are held in the building. The Commercial Depart¬ ment now has much more commodious quarters, although it will soon need more room for offices. At the back of this large room a small one about twelve feet wide and extending the full width of the room has been set off by a glass partition, for typewrit ing. This enables those using machines to work in a comfortable place and puts everything in full view of the instruct¬ or, a condition the students would sometimes like to have changed. Last year there was a seating capacity for forty-two, this year there is room for fifty-four and all the seats have been assigned. The enrollment this year has been greater than in any previous year. The course of study is being continually enlarged and improved. A special two year course entitles a student to a Certificate of Proficiency but the four year course like the other regular courses leads to the regular High School Diploma. All of the pupils who while in the High School have attained profick ency in the commercial subjects and who have desired positions, are now at work and giving satisfaction. Various members of the present class have substituted at various times in offices in town. V A theological student was sent out one Sunday to supply a vacant pul¬ pit in a Connecticut Valley town. A few days after, he received a copy of the weekly paper of that place with the following item marked. “Rev_ of the Senior class of Yale Seminary supplied the pulpit at the Congregation- al church last Sunday, and the church will now be closed three weeks for repairs.” “Recent revelations,” says the Baltimore sun, “show that there is graft even in coffins.” The country would be better off if more of the graft¬ ers were there.—Ex. —32— | Dulcie Bales ’06 is learning the tailoring trade in San Francisco. Otto Long ’06 is filling a position in the California Shoe Factory. Lenore Gage ’06 is filling a position with the Telephone Company. Corallynne McGovern ’06 is taking a P. G. course. Helen Peters ’06 has been attending the State Normal, but is at pres¬ ent at home. Myrtle Healy ’05 is attending U. C. Irene Hastings ’05 is teaching at the Lakeville school south of town. Florence Mills ’05 is studying to be a trained nurse in St. Winifred’s Hospital in San Francisco. Tress Ellis ’05 is attending U. C. Evelyn Hall ’05 is attending the San Francisco Normal and will gradu¬ ate :n December. Edith Brake ’05 is living at home in Penn Grove Lillian Mattei ’05 is teaching the Clark school near Tomales. Ruby Haskell ’05 has been attending the University of California. Ruth McGuire ’05 is living at home. Will Lewis ’05 is attending U. C. Ludwig Schluckebier ’05 is filling a position in his father’s Hardware si ore in Petaluma. Allie Anderson ’04 is attending the College of Physicians and Surgeons in San Francisco. Martin Poehlmann ’04 is working for the Sonoma County Banking Co. Ruby McGuire ’04 is living at home. Genevieve Martinelli is attending the University of California. Nellie Burns ’04 is at home. Ada Stone ’04 is living in San Francisco. _ —35— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. Herbert Brainerd ’03 graduates from the University of California this year. Tess Sweed ’03 is at home. Elsa Schluckebier ’03 will graduate from U. C. this spring. Carrie Mills ’03 is a trained nurse in San Francisco. Opal Hayes ’03 is teaching a school north of Santa Rosa. V Personals There was only one change this year in our faculty. Miss Anthony resigned to accept a position at Berkeley High and Miss Daniel, a graduate of the University of California, has taken her place. Miss Perkins of the English department was granted a leave of absence for three months at the beginning of the fall term. Mrs. Dinwiddie acted as substitute during her absence. Miss Annabelle Rodgers ex’07 (better known a s Patsy) is filling a posi¬ tion as stenographer with Lippitt Lippitt. Miss Fay Fairbanks a former P. H. S. student attends Miss Head’s school at Berkeley. Ralph C. Young ex’08 is a salesman for the hardware firm of Water- house Lester at Emeryville. Alvin Horwege and Russell Bauer who attended P. H. S. for two years are at the Oakland Polytechnic. Charles McNally ex’05 is cashier at the California Savings Bank. Otto Poehlmann is studying pharmacy at the College of Pharmacy in San Francisco. On April 18, 1907, Miss Elizabeth Riley a former pupil of the class of ’07, and the Rev. Robert Newton Lynch were married at the Baptist church. Miss Loretta Horwege and Miss Helene Urban are living at home. Raymond Hill ex’08 is attending Belmont School where he is making a splendid record in athletics. At Stanford this year in the annual prep school field day he took first place in the high jump. Arthur Ayers and Herbert Sweed are shipping clerks for the Carlson, Currier Co. Roy Long ex’07 lives in Tonopah. Ben Haile has a position with the Fairbanks Soap Company in San Francisco. Miss Bertha Davidson ex’07 and Mr. William Jones were married this spring and are living at Bloomfield. Harold Lauritzen ex’08 is filling a position at the Hill Bank. Pierce Cromwell is filling a position at Keig’s shoe store. James Anderson a former P. H. S. student and one of our best athletes attends the San Francisco College of Physicians Surgeons. —36— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. Athletics Girls ' Basket Ball The Girl’s Basket Ball team of the Petaluma High School ma,ie a record this year of which it is justly proud. It has played nine games, seven of which it won. At the begining of the fall term Jo Mooney, ’07, was elect¬ ed captain and Kitty Connolly, ’08, was elected manager. The first game of the season was played in Petaluma against the Ukiali High School team. The result was 12—6 in favor of Petaluma. The following Saturday another game was played in Petaluma against the Alameda team, the result being another victory for Petaluma with a score of 14—3. The girls then felt capable of competing with one of the strongest teams in this part of the state, that of Santa Rosa High School, so a game was arranged to be played in Petaluma. This proved to be one of the most exciting of the year, as the teams were very evenly matched. However, after forty minutes filled with splendid playing on both sides Petaluma came out victor with a score of 13—7. Next a return game was arranged with Alameda to be played in that cit . Through some misunderstanding on our part our girls left here on a much earlier train than was necessary and were quite fatigued when they reached Alameda. Other conditions which handicapped them were an out-of-door court and an extremely windy day. They were entertained very pleasantly, however, and returned home victors for a fourth time, having won by 2 0. Healdsburg was the next place to which the team went. There, as always, they had a splendid time besides wining a a victory of 25—15. Santa Rosa then wanted a return game so one Friday night a special car was chartered and the team, accompanied by a large crowd of rooters, went up to that city. Upon arriving they had some difficulty in finding the hall as they had no directions. However, after testing the depths of a num¬ ber of Santa Rosa mud puddles they managed to reach their destination none the worse for the wear. There they found a very slippery floor to contend with but feeling they must win no matter how many obstacles were in the wav they entered the game with undaunted spirits and left it victorious with one more point than their opponents possessed. The score stood 8 7. Now we come to the other side of our history which though darker must nevertheless be told. A league was formed, made up of the Ukiah, Healdsburg, Santa Rosa and Petaluma High School teams. On account of inability to fill the league requirements Petaluma lost some of her best play¬ ers so that what followed was only defeats as long as the league games con¬ tinued. —37— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. First at Ukiah, they lost by a score of 7—13, but in spite of this they had a splendid time. They stayed over night and were entertained with a dance in the evening and a delightful coach ride the next morning. Next at Healdsburg they lost, the score being a tie at the end of the regular time, but it was decided to play until one side should win, the result being 17—16 in favor of Healdsburg. In the last game of the season the Purple and White was again victori¬ ous in a game with Vallejo High which did not belong to the league. The game was played in Petaluma in the Dreamland Rink the score being 19 5. The visiting team remained over night and in the evening Mr. Macnider, man¬ ager of the rink, very kindly gave the two teams and their friends a skating party where every one had a good time. The line-up of the team for most of the games was as follows: Goalers—Kitty Connolly (manager), Inez Walsh; Guards—Pearie Hansen, Jo Mooney (captain); Centers—Agnes Breckwoldt, Sophie Schuler; Substitutes—Bessae Gaver, Alma Matzen, Anna May Canevascini. ... Track.., Perhaps the public would like to know the reason for our failure in track athletics this year. Being but a small student body we have been un¬ able to adapt ourselves to conditions which have been exceedingly adverse. Suitable training grounds have not been available and the unusually wet weather during the winter and spring have interferred. Defeat stared us in tne face and the boys lost enthusiasm. However, we will not waste our strength and efforts whining. At the time of writing this article the boys display a determination to become prom¬ inent in athletics as of old and are making extensive preparations for the next big meet which will be held in the fall of this year. The one indispens¬ able requisite is a track, a suitable training ground. It is hoped that the citi¬ zens will co-operate with us in securing this. Boys’ Basket Ball Boy ' s Basket Ball is a new sport to the Petaluma High School and was taken up with great enthusiasm. We started practicing in the school yard, a sloping gravelly ground, very unfit for such a game. Although everything possible was done to secure a better place to practice, everything and every¬ body seemed to be against us. On this account the boys soon lost the spirit they had shown at first and it was difficult to get them to practice. The team was as follows: Centers, Oliver Banta, Burns Walls; Goals, Harold Baugh, Will Cannon, Roy Evans (captain); Guards, Leo Hart, Russell Booth (man¬ ager), Charles Denman, Wesley Corliss. A Basket Ball League was formed consisting of Healdsburg High School, Santa Rosa High, Santa Rosa Busi¬ ness College, San Rafael High and Petaluma High. We did not succeed in winning any games but.the one with San Rafael we claim by default. There was plenty of material for a good team but the lack of suitable grounds and want of spirit ruined Basket Ball. ) —38— ERETOFORE our exchange column has been conspicious by its IrU absence. The papers which other schools have favored us with being few and far between, but now we are glad to say that this year we have received a number of interesting papers and we assure you that they have been appreciated and enjoyed. Especially do we want to thank the editor of “The Porcupine,” a very well arranged paper from Santa Rosa, for so kindly sending us a copy of that paper every month in spite of the fact that this edition is the only one we have to send in return. The criticisms which follow we hope you will receive in the same friendly spirit in which they are given and that any suggestions of similar character which occur to you concerning our paper you will feel as free to make in your own exchange columns. The Girl’s High School Journal has very interesting stories. The Porcupine is a very well arranged paper and Santa Rosa is to be complimented for such a good monthly, but better taste in the cover design would improve it. Cardinal and Black, you have a splendid paper and especially so for your first attempt. Crimson and Gold, we would appreciate an up-to-date paper and not one three years old. You are good “Acorn” but your joshes are few and far between. White and Gold has a neat cover and all around is a good paper with the exception of a few local notes. The Lowell is always welcome in our exchange column. Nothing but the highest praise for the Cricket from Belmont. The personal hits in the Wilmerding Life are especially good. The Aegis from Oakland is splendid. —39— i Lxtnv a A mln y If editors of joshes Should only print the new How slim would be the columns The jokes would be but few. And so you see, dear readers, Though some are lacking grace We thought it best to print them— We had to fill the space. Mr. Newell, History 1. “Will, tell about Caudine Forks.” Will B. “Caudine Forks were used by the Romans in the early days.’ Lives of Seniors all remind us They have made their lives a pest And despairing leave behind them Feelings of relief and rest.—Ex. Mr. Way, (after calling in vain on Hart for answers to his various questions) “Leo, how far did you read in your lesson?” Hart. “Well, Mr. Newell was talking to me and I didn’t have time, so 1 left off where I began.” —40— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. Russell B. (sucking his thumb in Latin III.) “Well my book tastes different from that translation.” Miss Daniel. “You should treat your schoolmates as you would com¬ pany at home.” John C. (turning to Isabel) “Will you have some chocolate?” Sadie C. History 1. “They sent armies into Africa to guard the roads leading to Rome.” Resolved: That bananas in physics are very nice but a violation of all privileges granted to Seniors. Miss Perkins to John C. “The permission to talk was not a season ticket, it was only for one course.” Side by side In the infinite rolls of the teachers Blossom the neat little Ds The forget-me-nots of the pupils.—Ex. Teacher. “Do you stutter all the time?” Pupil. “N-n-n-no, only w-when I t-talk.”—Ex. Gladys G. (struggling in Latin 11) “Vil-o-cissi-mi.” C. D. (eargerly) “Jubet.” Mr. Way in commercial law. “Will, what is meant by parol?” Will N. “A list of salaries.” Marian. “Frank has been eating licorice today.” Alice D. “Why, is there any on my face?” Miss Daniel to Mabel F. in the study hall. “Miss Fritsch, what makes you walk so heavily on your heals?” Mabel. “To save my soul.” Mr. Newell hurried into the office after ,an interview with a Senior picked up a city directory and looked through it half a dozen times and then turned to Miss Perkins and said, “How do you spell pleasant?” “P-l-e-a-s-a-n-t” smiled Miss Perkins, “It is strange you could not find it.” According to a brilliant history pupil in the Freshman Class “Diocle¬ tian formed an empire with jointed emperors.” It is a source of wonder to us all why Mr. Singer dismissed his Cicero class when Prof. Holloway, the examiner, visited the next room. Miss Daniel. “Jo, do you know any connecting link between the ani¬ mal and veget able kingdom?” Jo G. “Yes, hash.” —41— HIGH SCHOOL ENTERPRISE ’0 7. Sue. “I made an awful blunder while I was away this summer in the country.” Nell. “How’s that? Mistake a stranger for an acquaintance?” Sue. “No, worse than that. I mistook a bumble bee for a blackberry. Miss D. to Miss Bowles. “Do you think of taking a course in theology? You repeatedly made mention in your examination paper of consecrated sul¬ phuric acid.” NOT EVEN STILL A man convinced against his will Is of the same opinion still; A maid convinced against her will Is not convinced, nor even still.—Judge. A paper with these words written on it in a well known hand found it’s way into the Physics room one day: Miss McK.—Wed 2.20—J. B. N. What do you make of it? A TALE OF WOE A fellow who swallowed a drachm Of poison, grew cold as a clachm, And when somebody said, “I don’t think he’s dead,” The corpse quickly shouted, “I achm.” And since then they say that his ghost Each night walks around his bed-phost, And scares all the folks, Who aren’t used to such jokes, Clear out of their senses, almhost. —The Chironian. Mr. Singer, German 1. “Ruth, translate the following. Johanna nahm Krohne and setze sie auf.” Ruth T. “John took the crown and sat on it.” Physics pupil. “What makes the ice so black?” Roy B. “Why I wiped it on the towel.” THE CANDIDATE He kindly shakes you by the hand, And talks of crops and weather, When votes no more are in demand, He shakes you altogether.—Ex. Edith, “Mamma, didn’t the missionary say the savages didn’t wear clothes?” Mamma. “Yes.” Edith. “Then why did papa put a button in the missionary box?”—Ex. —42— Directory of Advertisers Golden Eagle Milling Co. Wm. Keig. City Meat Market. Dreamland Rink. Young Drug Co. J. C. 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Van Bebber Bros. Chas. Lewis. Full Value Store. Hamilton Co. Keller. Drees Bros. J. H. Mazza. B. J. Connolly. Morrison Howe. Chas. Wilson. Chris Riewerts. Reidi. The Fair. L. K. Evans. Canevascini Stables T. McGuire. Morrow’s. Palace Oyster Parlor Chop House. Towne’s Drug Store. Geo. P. McNear. —44— 1 GOLDEN EAGLE | Milling Company Wholesale and Retail Dealers in FLOUR, FEED, HAY, GRAIN, LIME. CEMENT, SAND and PLASTER. WOOD. COAL. CHARCOAL Poultry Supplies a specialty. We manufacture: Famous Towel Brand Flour Every sack gives you a nice soft serviceable towel. Guaranteed to give satisfaction. Ask your grocer for it. Golden Eagle Egg and Special Chick Food Why is everybody using it? Easily answered: They get RESULTS. Why? Because nothing but the very best of seeds, grains and mill feed being used, the mill feed being of our own manufacture. Try a Sack —45— For the Swel est IN SHOES FOR DRESS AND SCHOOL WEAR, KEIG’S IS THE RIGHT PLACE : : : : 839 Main Street PETALUMA GITY MARKET... E. M. Ayers. Prop. Wholesale and Retail Dealers in BEEF, MUTTON, PORK and VEAL. Orders from the country receive prompt at¬ tention. No extra charge. 824 Main Street ::::::: Telephone Red 511 ON THE FACE OF IT A question that’s unanswered yet, Though far I’ve sought and read, To find why every river’s mouth Is larger than his head! —Ex. SPEND YOUR IDLE HOURS TIT Dreamland The Popular Pleasure Place For PETALUMA PEOPLE —46— T ) z Place to Buy Drugs- 42 PHONE MAIN TEN. PROMPT FREE DELIVERY. J. C. Scott Hardware Co. DEALERS IN- Hardware and Plumbing Goods = ALSO Paints, Oils, Glass, Fishing Tackle, Guns and Ammunition . 806-808 Main Street Petaluma, Cal. The Affiliated Barvks The Petaluma National (General Banking) The California Savings (Strictly Savings) f Assets over One Million Dollars j 47— ! IF IT COMES FROM Hieh ' H Y VON SEN’S it is good and the price is right Telephone Black 601 “LAUGH, and the World laughs with you” SNORE, and you sleep alone — Get your BOOKS and STATIONERY at ATWATER’S ana ne cneeriui — 863 Wain Street J. B7 RRY Geo. Daunt j Exclusive Jeweler Men’s and Outfitter Optician j Opposite Wickersham Bank - o Sign of the Merry-go-Round. ; _ • • An ugly day, A little sleet, Laughing school girl, • Tripping feet. f Smiles all gone, | Mirth subsided, • Street and maiden £ . Have collided. J —0. W. U. Transcript. ? Robt. Woods � Brainerd, Houx GOAL to BURN Dinwiddie 773 Main Street ; WOOD, COAL and COKE. Near the Bridge.... See us for bargains in city property DR. A. R. GRAHAM PHYSICf AN and SURGEON Office, Derby Block, corner Main and Washington Streets. Residence: 652 Western Ave. Phone Red 1265. The Most Enjoyable Kind ol an Outing SPECIAL TROLLEY PARTIES INQUIRE AT OFFICE QF Petaluma Santa Rosa Railway Co. FOR RATES, ETC. f 4 (Bhickens HATCHED IN THE: PETALUMA INGUBA TORS are ready for business as soon as hatched The Petaluma Incubator was 15 years ahead of any other in Petaluma—AND HATCHED THE CHICKENS THAT MADE PETALUMA FAMOUS. It is used by the largest and most successful poultrymen here and elsewhere. Large illustrated Catalogue FREE. Petaluma Incubator Go. PETALUMA CALIFORNIA. THE UNDER DOG My bonnie lies under the auto, My bonnie lies under the car, Please send to the garage for some one, For it’s lonesome up here where I are. —The Index HALL ANDERSON Funeral Directors 508 Washington Street Phone Main 17. Residence Phone Black 1511 f Denman Creamery Butter! Pure and Wholesome Sold by all the leading Grocers of Petaluma — 50 — Petaluma Music douse | i i THE ONLY EXCLUSIVE ESTABLISHMENT OF ITS f KIND IN PETALUMA ? Agent for IVERS POND, BAUMIS- TER, CAMBRIDGE, BISHOP AND OTHER HIGH GRADE PIANOS. 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Corner Western Avenue and Kentucky Streets PETALUMA, CALIFORNIA. There once was a man from Nantucket, Who kept all his cash in a bucket; But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man, And as for the bucket, Nantucket. —Princeton Tiger. D. J. HEALEY, President F. L. BRUNSON, Vice Pres. Petaluma Furniture Go. 805 KENTUCKY STREET Telephone Red 601 ...It Pays to Trade at Home Furniture, Carpets, Drapery, Upholstering, Window Shades, Stoves. Telephone Red 602: Viere s Cash Grocery Dr. J. Worth Peoples —Dealer in— Surgeon Dentist GROCERIES, FRUITS, VEGE¬ TABLES, FEED and COAL Telephone Red 582 Canepa Building Petaluma, Cal. 818 Western Avenue - 54 - 0 0 i EL. I. CAMM -Jeweler- j; g=d ; High School Pins l Commencement Presents j The Newsiest News « i j Without the flagrant flaunting of ! scandal constitutes the most wholesome daily reading matter for the home. You can find it in The Petaluma Argus : Pay Less and Dress Bet ter Raymond Bros . :: Ladies ' , Gent ' s and Children ' s Wear | ;; ----—- ? “ W. B. Macnider, Mgr. Established 1857 | S. J. HOPKINS _ Dealer in all kinds of- - j Redwood and Oregon ==LUMBERz== • i ! Mouldings and Mill Work, Shingles, Shakes, Laths, Posts, Pickets, Etc. j « e | Yard Foot of Main and B streets. PETALUMA, CAL. ! ? Phone Main 15 • ? i PURE DRUGS FREE QUICK DELIVERY 867 MAIN ST. CLARK DRUG CO - PETALUMA PHONE MAIN ONE k CAL.. Try Regaf Bouquet—our lasting and fragrant Perfume. Mount Ross Carry a complete line of. Graduation Gifts Extra good line of signet rings and gold brooches. 835 Main Street : Petaluma, Cal. American Stables -FOR SWELL TURNOUTS C J. Gcbbardt “In the Brick” ...merchant Zailor... Cleaning and Phone Red 562 Repairing Petaluma, Cal. But he followed the pair to Pawtucket The man and the girl with the bucket; And he said to the man THE MAZE Frames Pictures He was welcome to Nan, But as for the bucket, Pawtucket. —Chicago Tribune. Parker Gordon -D e a 1 e r s in HOGS, CALVES, HIDES, EGGS, FLOUR, FEED, Hay and Country Produce 568-570 Main St. Phone Red 1323 City Attorney William H. Early ATTORNEY AT LAW • Office Johnson building, t Main and Washington Sts. PETALUMA, CALIFORNIA - 56 — r n r n-T I FOR Lumber Mill worK Shop at Frazer (Bo. j WE MAINTAIN OUR REPUTATION AS Givers of Best Values By constant effort in careful selection of our stock, enabling us to place before our trade large assortment of new and superior goods at EXTRAORDINARY ATTRACTIVE PRICES SILKS, DRESS GOODS, FANCY GOODS NOTIONS, HOUSE FURNISHINGS, LADIES SUITS, WAISTS, IN¬ FANT’S AND CHILDREN’S UNDERWEAR. FRAZER GO. The Kentucky Street Stose “A safe place at which to Trade” BOATING For this Season In monthly payments of $5.00, lots will be sold for $ 100 . G. P. HALL, General Manager Petaluma, Cal. — 57 — L— The Wickersham Banking - === Coropany A REGULAR BANKING BUSINESS TRANSACTED Capital .$200,000 Surplus .$70,000 THOMAS MACLAY, President S. J. HOPKINS, Cashier A. ROBINSON, Vice Pres. W. R. HALL, Asst. Cashier BALDWIN Restaurant and Bakery FOR A QUICK, GOOD LUNCH Western Avenue Irre proachable Is the only word which best describes the condi¬ tion of gentlemen’s linen and underwear that has been laundered at the Petaluma Steam Laundry Then, the pair followed pa to Manhasset, Where he still held the cash as an asset; But Nan and the man Stole the money and ran And as for the bucket, Manhasset. —New York Press. Established 1856 P. Jos . Stieger GUNS, FISHING TACKLE, SPORTING GOODS, BICYCLES AND AUTOMOBILES Telephone Black 453 The Bon Marche i : _ _ -_ _ • - -• Dyeing and Cleaning Works ? Raymond Momboisse, Prop. ? Ladies’ and Gents’ Clothing T Continental Hotel building, 819 ? Western Ave., Petaluma, Cal. ? i 7s it a wedding? Is it the wedding? i • i f I WE CAN FURNISH YOU WITH I EVERY REQUISITE IF YOU BE I BRIDE, BRIDESMAID, CLERGYMAN, I CHOIR BOY, SEXTON, GROOM, f BEST MAN, USHER, GUEST, FOOT- • MAN, COACHMAN, CHAFFEUR OR ? • ■; 1 t BUTLER ::::::: i ! ...AH but the Bells... Phillips Tough ;; Main Street PETALU M A,C AL, Western Ave. For : : : : Fine Vehicles - GO TO - Schluckebier Hardware Go. SQUARE DEALING Petaluma Rochdale Company t A — 59 — Sonoma Express Co. SAN FRANCISCO TO PETALUMA PETALUMA TO SEBASTOPOL I PETALUMA TO SANTA ROSA j ? : Office on Str. Gold wharf between Jackson and Washington Streets, S. F. ? Petal urr)a Savings BaQk; Per Cent On Term Deposit ? Transacts a General Banking Business W. A. MURPHY Roach Co. -FOR - SWELL T urrvo vi ts GROCERS i Upper Main Street. Telephone Black 453 | E. W. M. EVANS Marble and Granite Works t PETALUMA, CALIFORNIA. | • Curbing, Monuments, Headstones, Marble and Vitrius Tile Floors, Wall Tile, 4 I Asbestolith Flooring, Iron Fences. | I GRIT FOR CHICKENS. ] • • : •-- i All Orders Given Phone Black Family Trade i l Prompt Attention 1522 Solicited l 7 mbrosia JAMES I. WARK t ? Ghoice Gandies, Ice Gream Soda, Ice Gream • • ! 819 Western Avenue - - Petaluma, Cal. t • i What a 6aase T am!! Just have to ask for ROYAL WORCESTER Length¬ ening Waist Corsets and be perfectly suited Jlovburgb Co. Jones Go. Candy Manufacturers Ice CrearT) Soda Ice Cream served especially for families and parties. All the Latest Fancy Drinks Served. Main Street, next to American hotel. But they came to the river Shetucket, And they still had the cash in the bucket; ’Twas a sad, sad affair; Nan left the man there, And as for the bucket, Shetucket. —New Haven Register. Ericksen Johnsen 512 Washington Street, Petaluma, Sells GROCERIES, FEED, SEED, HARDWARE. i Van Bebber 1 Bras. Blacksmiths and Machinists ! East Petaluma Khans Hlotbes Washington St. C. W. LEWIS Rambler and Racycle Bicycles Bicycles and Guns for rent and repaired. Bicycles and Fur¬ niture repaired, Saw Filing, Repairing of all kinds. 912 Washington St., East Petaluma Telephones—Residence Black 2472 Shop—Black 464. Kelly the Zailar - 61 — FULL VALUE STORE The Place to Buy your Clothes-—— HAMILTON ® CO. GROCERIES FEED, Etc. at the lowest prices. Both Phones Sunset 364 WHITE STAR MARKET M. J. Keller, Prop. —Dealer In— Choice Meats and Provisions 706 Washington St., Petaluma, Cal. DREES BROS. Dealers In POULTRY, EGGS, FEED, HIDES, ETC. Corner Western Ave. and Keller Office: 907 Main Street next to Phillips Tough. DR. J. H. MAZZA DENTIST B. J. CONNOLLY Wood, Coal and Express MORRISON a HOWE FINEST GROCERIES, FRUITS and VEGETABLES j Main Street, ahove Washington ! Phone Red 1311. i CHAS. H. WILSON HARNESS and HORSE : : GOODS : : Blankets, Robes, Whips, Sponges and Chamois 920 Lower Main St., PANAMA HATS at - — RIEWERTS “THE KLONDIKE” V. Riedi, Proprietor The best of Imported and Domestic Cigars and To¬ bacco of all kinds. 904 Western Ave., Petafuma, Cal. L. K. EVANS DEL MONTE Shaving Parlors Cor. Main and Washington Sts. CANEVASCINI Stables A. KAHN Groceries, Provisions, Butter, Cheese and Eggs. Grain, Hay, Brick, Lime and Cement. 902-904 Main St., Phone Main T1 THE FAIR For-o STATIONERY Lowest Prices Always — 62 — We are in business for your health at • Palace Oyster Parlor and Chop House McGuire’s Pharmacy MICHAEL H. ATHAN, Prop. 818 Kentucky Street In new Elk’s Bldg. | Oysters Crabs and Shrimps ' Received Fresh DeUly Prompt Free Delivery Phone Red 1292 11 Private Rooms for Ladies | The Expert Pill Mixers Morrow’s - ToWQe’s ICE CREAM CANDIES AND ICE CREAM Is the most Luscious Dish for summer weath- , 5 er and it has no super- ;; 816 Kentucky Street. ior in Petaluma ;; GEO. P. McNEAR Hay, Grain and Feed Largest Stock, Lowest t Phones Main 9 - • - Red 111 j ! • — 63 — Argus Print, Petaluma