Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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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 —

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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 —

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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—