Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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(Class 0B President James Russell Boothe Vice-President Roy M. Evans Secretary-Treasurer Veda A. Bowles V Myra R. Green Sophia Schuler Julia Church Harold G. Baugh Lily Wilstrup Florence Walsh Bryan Rice Irene Mackay Ruth Trondsen

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uJIn ' Itrtnrw of % Hark anil (Soli HERE was great rivalry be¬ tween the four classes of Field’s College. The school being very large and the boys unusually lively, the feuds waxed hot and furious. The greatest diffi¬ culties arose over contests to see which class could place its colors on the highest pinnacle of.the school buildings. The dif¬ ficulties led to interesting adventures and it is one of these exploits I will endeavor to tell. Harry Wilbur was the president of the Senior class and both he and the class were proud of the fact. He was small in stature but exceedingly quick in both mind and body. It was his endeavor to have his class better than any other and he worked with might and main to accomplish it. It was now his ambition to place his colors, the black and gold above every other pennant in the school. But it yas also the desire of the three other class presidents that he shouldn t succeed, especially Scott, the pres¬ ident of the Juniors, who stood up lustily for the cardinal. One Saturday night in December in the boys club rooms, Wilbur arose and deliver¬ ed a message in the name of the Senior Class, challenging the other classes to place their color higher than that of the Seniors, and the deed would have to be done before the sun arose Monday morning. The Junior class gave a triumphant yell. Say, kids you’re easy!” cried one of the Juniors, “Why we’ve got a monkey here that could climb the north pole if there was one. Why don’t you ask something hard?” Wilbur laughed, but nevertheless he knew and they all knew, that Scott, the Junior, was the best jumper and climber in the school, and it would be no easy matter to beat him. But Wilbur was a close second and very much of a dare devil and as he was loyal tojiis class, he resolved then and there, that the cardinal should not wave above the “black and gold’ ' . He was not afraid of the Sophs or Freshies. They were easy, but Scott, well—he was a dandy. “Oh! I kncfw Scott’s a climber,” he said tp Sfc chum Lawrence, “but that’s not going to phase me. There will be some hot tus¬ sling before we’re through.” “But gee! Wilbur, I don’t see how you can beat Scott,” cried his friends. “The kid is bent on having his blooming cardinal placed above every other if he puts it on the Statue of Liberty. The only way I see of getting ahead of him is by chartering a balloon a id ty¬ ing our pennant to a star, but not for mine. I’m too light headed.” “Leave it to me, fellow Seniors, ours will be the highest Monday morning,” and Wil¬ bur went to bed with an earnest resolve to keep his word. Fate plays strange tricks. It was her fancy to have all four of the class presidents make their difficult attempt Sunday night, and furthermore, she had them all seeking the same spot. This high pinnacle was a very dangerous point on a tower over the Laboratory rooms. A weather vane in the shape of a rooster was on the very top. To reach this height one had to climb along slippery roofs and if a single jar made a foot slip it meant in¬ stant death or terrible injury to the adven¬ turer. Fate was kind enough to let Wilbur reach the building first. At nine o’clock Sunday evening he appeared cn the scene, a coil of heavy rope in one hand and a huge pennant in the other. He climbed through the win¬ dow on a lower floor and quickly hurried up to the attic on the third story. Here he climbed out on the roof and began his peril¬ ous ascent. Luckily all went well and he was soon at the base of the tower. The hardest was yet to come. Three times he threw the rope, but the third time it caught on a projection, so slowly he pulled himself up till he was on a level with the vane. Then with a triumphant crow he tied the pennant on the rooster’s tail and prepared to descend. His coat caught on a nail and he gave it a wrench. At once he felt the rope relax, and turning around he discovered with hor¬ ror that the slip knot had become unfasten¬ ed and was slowly but surely slipping off the projection. Poor Wilbur’s heart seem¬ ed to stand still. Every movement he made