Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

Page 29 text:

(Omtti ' ntsj =D ) Dedication - Faculty - - - - Class of “10” ------ Table of Contents - Prophecy ------ Literature ------ Last Will and Testament of the “Senior Class” Class History ------ The Freshman - - - - - - A Modern Fable. Editorials - Commercial - School Notes - Athletics - Joshes ------ Exchanges - Alumni ------ 1 3 9 25 27 32 45 40 48 50 54 56 60 62 70 76 77

Page 31 text:

ELLO! Yes! This is Main 4601. This is Peck. Play for a wedding? Impossible. All my time is engaged for two months ahead. Who is this? Cannon? Going to be married? Well, I guess yes. Let me see—when does your wedding come off? Next Tuesday week? I have an en¬ gagement then, but I’ll break anything for an old schoolmate. Tuesday week then, at 12 M., St. Regis? All right, I’ll be there.” The speaker was one Mr. P. Peck, suc¬ cessor to John Phillip Sousa and the lead¬ er of a foremost orchestra. He needs no further introduction, for what true music lover has not heard him? The engage¬ ment he had made was to render music for a wedding to take place on Tuesday, June 21, 1922, and his willingness to break a previous engagement was explained by the fact that one of the happy couple was a certain Will Cannon whom Peck had pre¬ viously known as an old schoolmate. On Tuesday, June 21, the royal suite at the St. Regis was decorated with orange blossoms, while orange and black ribbons hung from the walls. All was so decorat¬ ed but one small room; here were only white silk hangings, and a single spray of white immortelles upon an ivory stand. For this occasion the services of the lead¬ ing florist of New York had been obtained, who was, of course, no less a personage than Ruth King, in whom a love for flow¬ ers had been cultivated by the study of botany in the good old P. H. S. The officiating clergyman awaited the coming of the bride and groom. From be¬ hind a bank of orange blossoms whose odor permeated the air floated the strains of the wedding march. But the gem of chiefest beauty was the bride. I could not tell you how she was dressed, or what jewels she wore, but the smile on her lips and the light in her eyes, these were things to be noticed and remembered. Who was the bride? A slender, dark¬ haired, stately girl—one whom Will had known for many years, Addie Davies. And now when one saw the happiness ra¬ diating from her face it was easy to under¬ stand why the jewels and the gown of the 27