Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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P. H. S. ENTERPRISE ’08. tially placed in my path, I mounted, turned his head toward home, and digging my heals in his ribs urged him forward. He did go forward, surprising me with his speed, but not toward home, for, suddenly wheeling in the narrow lane he bolted back over the road I had just come. He carried me on straight for about a mile, I, in the meantime using all my ability to stay on his back. Then clearing a hedge he went on again for some distance over the rough ground on the moor. Coming to a second hedge, he jump¬ ed high in the air and sped on, leaving me to find the nearest way to the ground. Fate chose the hardest spot for me to land on and for some minutes l lay thlnKlng over my sorrows. Finally I picked myself up, stiff and sore, and returned home over the same weary road I had already traversed three times that night. Donkeys might bray and ghosts might howl, I felt that neither would rouse any further emotion in me now. I had made a failure of both rid¬ ing and courting, and resolving that I had had enough for a lifetime I have remained a bachelor to this day.” JENNIE BULLOCK. “31 (Batt’f in ®ltat £ nm’ As sung with great success by the Petaluma Track Team. If Petaluma sent a team With four schools in the list, And got last place ’most every time, Would she be badly missed? Now if another school came in, The question that’s in doubt, Is, “Would she move on up the line, Or further down and out?” CHORUS— Put down one, then wait for two, That’s the best that we can do! You can count, and count, and count, till your brains are sore, Add it up any way you please won’t make it any more! If Petaluma had a team— Heraus mit ihm! heraus! — Which practiced steady once a month, Around behind the house, And if those nine and sturdy men Should win one point in all, How many men would it require To win no points at all? CHORUS— We got ONE! oh yum! yum! yum! Gee! but ain’t that going some You can count, and count, when all’s said and done, Other schools get what we leave; PETALU¬ MA WON (ONE!) —A. B. W. — 22 —

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ullje Bottknj attft % Iray NE evening not long ago I en¬ tered the house in a rather surly mood. I had had a quarrel with a certain young lady of my affections and a trouble of this kind is extremely bad for the temper of a youth of eighteen years. I was grumbling away to myself on the wrongs of injured lovers, when my old uncle who sat near by looked up with a kindly twinkle in his eye and said, “Pooh, Charles, you ought to consider yourself lucky in these days! 3f you had to endure what I did when I was young you might complain of difficulties. Let me give you one night’s experience, my lad, and see if you don’t agree with me.” “As you know I was raised on a farm in southernEngland, four miles from the near¬ est village, and it was in this village that my heart chose to select the object of its affections in the person of the charming Minnie Bray. Now, the road from our house to the village was not the pleasantest to travel, especially at night. The road cross¬ ed an old goss moor, and at this point the hedges grew so high that they all but met overhead shutting out most of the light. The shadows on either side were deep and grue¬ some, and what I suffered while traversing this piece of road, might have softened Minnie’s heart had she known it. “On the evening of which I am to tell you, I started out as usual, and reached without mishap the fatal spot of my fears. The night was pitch dark and as I entered the stretch of deeper darkness, I felt the famil¬ iar chill go up and down my spinal column. Imagine my horror, when, just as I had pass¬ ed half way through, I heard arising from the shadows, whose darkness I could not pierce, a most weird and unearthly sound. My hair began to rise and continued to rise as I proceeded, for this sound was repeated not once but a dozen times, first from one side and then from the other. To say I was frightened would be putting it mildly, for this far exceeded all my former experiences. Making a break toward the brighter light ahead I ran at my utmost speed until want of breath compelled me to stop. My blood ran cold at the thought of returning, for this road was the only possible route home. Pleasanter thoughts of meeting Minnie served to partly drive the unpleasant mem¬ ories from my mind. Imagine my feeling when upon knocking at her door, I was informed that ‘Miss Minnie was not at home, having been taken out to spend the evening by George Amesbury.’ With a groan I thought of all I had passed through and contemplated murder or suicide. I spent most of the evening wandering about the village, and finally set out for home, shud¬ dering at the idea of a repetition of my form¬ er experience. “All went well until I reached that hate¬ ful spot. My fears were somewhat allayed for no sounds were to be heard as I ap¬ proached and traversed its shadowy depths. I was just congratulating myself on escaping further terrors when a dark mass, darker than the darkness around, rose up before me. As my heart reached the half-way mark between its usual position and my throat it suddenly dropped back with a thump, for the familiar bray of a wild don¬ key issued forth from the shapeless mass. This sound reassured me, for donkeys were common enough in that country, many of them running wild on the moor. “The animal seemed to realize that fear had possessed me, and as if in derision he gave himself over to making melodies loud enough to be heard to the furthest corner of the moor. His companions joined him, and then arose a chorus of unmusical noises such as I hope I shall never hear again. This symphony proved to be the signal for a rush down the dark lane, and a herd of braying donkeys swept by me in a mad run an d sped away to the pasture land beyond. How they managed to pass me without once giving me a friendly kick, as is the habit with these animals, will remain a mystery forever, for the lane w as narrow and the night dark. “But this is not the strangest part of my story. The donkey which first greeted me remained in his place. He gave a farewell screech at his fleeing companions and then approached me with the air of an old friend. “Thinking this donkey had been providen-

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We are now in a position to get a good view of the High School building. The assistants will furnish you with magni¬ fying field glasses so that you may note its architectural beauties. It was painted two years ago. There are still some traces of the paint to be seen on the sheltered por¬ tions of the building. The job was contract¬ ed, but the paint was extracted. The large bare spot you see in front of the building is the old athletic grounds. It is fully twenty feet wide by thirty-two feet long, with a flag pole in the center and has a slope of twenty-three degrees. This insures a dry field for practice even in a rainstorm. Upon this track were trained all of the gold medal sprinters which have come from Pet¬ aluma for the last decade. The track is so large that one man can train at a time and not bump into himself provided he uses due care and keeps to the right all the time. The boys will train on the roof just as soon as they can risk themselves on a larger and more level surface. The building with the loud sign is the Petaluma Furniture Emporium. It is claim¬ ed by some who are in a position to know that this building contains as many unique specimens as does the far-famed British Museum. It would require a catalogue the size of Webster’s Dictionary to name and locate the articles to be found here. No guides are furnished but you can wander through at your own risk. This stately edifice is the official home of the City Fathers, the City Assessor, OW, ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to start upon our regular trip around the city. We will take you to many of points of. interest by daylight £ nd bring you back in time to see the mov¬ ing pictures at the Unique or hear the phon¬ ograph at the Nickelodeon. All ready, Chauncey. Let her go. We will first go through the residence portion of the city and see where the people stay when they are at home. The building which appears to be around the corner is really on this same street. The people here made their streets crooked so as to make them longer and still keep them inside the city limits. In this way we get more miles ) of paved streets and sidewalks than any other town of this size in the state. 23 —