Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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Mt. Snnlnj ©it (Ci ' rtatu Srlinnl Ailiintu ' s ND how are ye this beautiful mornin’, Mr. Hinnessey?” said Mr. Dooley, on the first morn¬ ing that the sun had appear¬ ed after three weeks of rain. “Don’t this weather remind ye of the days in old Oireland, Mr. Hinnessey, and don’t it make ye think at toimes that some unkoind creature was after ye and makin’ it hot fur yer sinful self?” “Well, now, I hadn’t been lookin’ at it in that way,” said Mr. Hinnessey, “fur ye see this is the first toime that I’ve had the op- purchoonity to git me money’s wurth out uv me new rain coat what I got at the big fire sale. But, say, Mr. Dooley, what is the rason that yure so blue like this mornin’? Is it the grippe that ye’ve got, ur hev ye been disappointed about yure ile stock, Mr. Dooley?” “Come now, Mt . Hinnessey, yure a bit frivvulus this mornin’. Haven’t you heard about their doings up at the High School this 3 r ear?” “Well, I’ve heard a good deal about the way they were runnin’ things up there and I thought everybody was satisfied, fur from what I can learn things are in pretty foine shape now.” “Why, Mr. Hinnessey, I guess ye don’t get yure evenin’ paper reg’lar, fur if ye did yud find out about their doings up there, Mr. Hinnessey. Oh, it’s a long story, Mr. Hin¬ nessey, and I can’t tell ye all about it.” “But, Mr. Dooley, I hear that the boys have won four games uv Basket Ball,” said Mr. Hinnessey, “anl they could hev won an¬ other one but they couldn’t shoot the goals, whatever the creechers are, Mr. Dooley.” “That’s just the pint, Mr. Hinnessey, just the pint. Now I want to know what they’re allowing cur boys to shoot goals fur, and that inside the city limits. Do they want to haul us fathers before the pulice court and make us pay jist as though they had caug ' us ridin’ on the sidewalk down the Liberty street hill? And they’re even teachin’ our modest little girls to shoot the goals, Mr. Hinnessey. Why just last night me darter came home in glee, Mr. Hinnessey. and said Father, I shot three goals straight to¬ day.’ And what did ye shoot them fur?” says I. And she says, ‘Oh, just for fun. Everybody is thrving it now she says. ‘It’s great sport, too, father, and there’s no clos¬ ed season for goals, you can shoot thim enny time says she.” “Well, now, I hadn’t heard about it at all,” said Mr. Hennessey. “What else are they doin’ to advance the ghreat cause of edjucashun, Mr. Dooley?” “They’re havin’ some special classes in writin’ ur pinmanship, ur whativer they call it, Mr. Hinnessey, and are thryin’ to get the youngsters to forsake the gude old meth¬ ods of their fathers. Why, just the other day me darter came in an’ asked me fur a nickle fur to buy a cork penholder. Now there I’ve been tyin’ me pen to the end uv me pencil all these years wheniver I wanted to write a letter to me old mother across the waters, Mr. Hinnessey, but when she said it was a cork penholder that she want¬ ed I couldn’t say no, fur it rayminded. me uv me native city in old Oireland. Yes, she got the nickle, but not fur the cause, Mr. Hinnessey, but because she had touched me heart strings and I couldn’t go back on me old home. And then, sir, that night she came home with some nice yellow paper and said she must practice a little on her pin¬ manship, and asked me would I jine in an’ enjoy mesilf, too. Well, sir, she says to me, ‘Now first you must get a good position, father.’ ‘Faith,’ says I, ‘and ain’t a got a good position? I’ve been on th’ pulice force for the last six years, ‘sez I, ‘would you ex¬ pect me to an atturney fur th’ grafters?’ sez I. But she sez, ‘Now father, ye mustn’t be so frivvulus, fur it’s leamin’ to write ye are’, sez she. ‘Now you must git both uv yure feet flat on the flure,’ sez she, and I laid thim both down with a gintleness that made th’ pictures rattle on th’ walls, and she said I was now ready to write. And then, would ye belave me, Mr. Hinnessey, she tuk me by the arm and in a few minutes she had me makin’ circles so purty and so aisy loike that I could make thim with me eyes shut.” “And can yure darter write, Mr. Dooley?” “Can she write, did ye ask, Mr. Hinues-

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P. H. S. ENTERPRISE ’08. only loosened the knot more. Glancing down on the lawn (it seemed miles below) he saw three dark forms emerge from dif¬ ferent directions and start toward the build¬ ing. “The other fellows!” he thought. ‘‘If 1 cry out they won’t hear me and besides I’m not going to show I’m afraid. Maybe I can reach that knot.” Slowly he crept toward the projection. But just as he reached it the rope slipped off and he grasped wildly at the frail piece of wood nearest him. With a crash it broke off and Wilbur fell down, down, screaming uselessly for help. But again Fate stepped in. As he fell his shoulder struck a large drain pipe which threw him onto one side and with a bang he fell on the roof just above the window from which he had climb¬ ed. His foot caught in the crevice between the roof and a large chimney close by and he sprawled head downward. For a few moments he was stunned. Then painfully moving his head he saw a stout wire bound loosely about the base of the chimney. If he could only reach that! But every movement only ioosened his foot more. Nevertheless he decided to risk it. Slowly he pulled himself up and finally with one desperate plunge he grasped the wire, crawled up and clung to the chimney so ex¬ hausted he could hardly breathe. In a few moments he heard the voices of his rivals and crawled behind the chimney, saying to himself: “I won’t let them see I’m hurt. They would call me a fool. But, jimminy! isn’t it great! The black and gold is ahead any¬ way, now.” Soon Scott’s head appeared t the win¬ dow, closely followed by the Freshie’s. They both attempted to go through the window at the same time but the Freshie was push- out of the way, and Scott scrambled througn and made for the tower followed by the other two who had fallen through the win¬ dow some way. Wilbur jumped out from his hiding place nearly scaring the others out of their wits, and yelled, “You’re too late; too late!” and forgetting his bruises, danced around the roof pointing at the banner floating on the night breeze. Scott turned on him with a flash, doubled up his fists and took a few steps toward him. “I’ll just bet some one of our fellows peached and told you I was to put our pen¬ nant there. That’s not fair, Wilbur!” “Oh, no! sonny! I just happened to choose this place, too. But you’ve .got to give in like a little man now, the victory is won. Come on, let’s got home. No? Well I tell you, you can’t put your old cardinal any higher. Go over there and look at that v climb. I advise you not to try it. It’s no easy job.” Scott hesitated, walked over and gazed up at the steep incline. Then he came back and said a little ungraciously, “Don’t see how you did it Wilbur. I didn’t know it was so steep. Well, you’ve beat us and you are a game kid. Come on let’s go home.” The story of W’lbur’s narrow escape leak¬ ed out in some wav and he was duly praised by his fellow students and lectured by the Professors, b 1|f . the ’09 black and gold pen¬ nant, floated over the school for many days. I. G.’09. ®n tin ' f. i. ». Here’s to the school on its lofty stand, That’s in for the just and the right, Here’s to the teachers, the best in the alnd And here’s to the purple and white. Here’s to its girls who are fair and sweet, Though studious nevertheless. Here’s to the girls who can’t be beat, The girls of the P. H. S. Here’s to the teachers, the best in the land Who are heroes every one, : Here’s to the boys for a bright career, When their work-in this schoel is done. —KITTY R. CONNOLLY 09. —IS—

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P. H. S. ENTERPRISE ’08. sey? Well, now it’s wurth a month’s pay just to see her movin’ as graceful and aisv loike as a swan an’ makin’ such beautiful writin’ that ye want to frame every page that she throws into the waste basket. An’ she can read it, too, Mr. Hinnessey, and so can I an’ so can her mither. Now whin I write a letter an’ ferget to mail it I hev to write another fur fear that I’ve found the wrong one. I can most ginerally read what I write if I use short sentences an’ don ' t lave it too long so that I fergit what I was writin’ about. But me darter can read ivery- thing as aisy as if it was her spellin’ book, M?r. Hinnessey. And I haven’t a doubt but that some day some teacher will inviru some method by which we can write a long letter without touchin’ our hands to a pin at all, Mr. Hinnessey, and then it will be as aisy to write a letter as to shleep on yure beat. An’ when that day comes, Mr. Hin¬ nessey, I’ll take a post graduate course in pinmanship an’ be in paradise the rest uv me days.” din the (Elass nf ’flB You have studied with much application P The words, deeds, thoughts of the past. Let me add to your sound information These thoughts, the best and the last. Let the hope of a brighter to-morrow Dispel the gloom of today. But beware that you never do borrow The things that darken your way. Do not hunger for life’s fleeting pleasures, They die; are vain like a dream. Rather search for the spiritual treasures, They live and are what they seem. Go in quest of the highest ideal. With eyes fixed firm on the goal. Rise above what is sordidly real With all the might of your soul. ) Never weary of doing your duty. Make work the joy of your life, ’Tis the secret of health a of beaut Gives peace ’midst tumult and strife. To the idle, the vain, and the haughty This world is barren of ioy. Like the school to the indolent, naughty, Refractory girl or boy. For the busy, the modest, the humble The best of life is in store. They may climb and rise high or may stumble, But bliss is theirs evermore. On the mountains, in forest and grotto, Throughout your beautiful state Write “Excelsior” as the class motto Of nineteen hundred and eight. May good fortune be with you and soften The thorny path to success. May you prosper, be happy, and often Remember your P. H. S. —MARTIN SINGER, — 20 —