Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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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

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P. H. S. ENTERPRISE ’10 so full of the realization of all her hopes that words did not matter. The next day they went to Emma Sa¬ line’s studio. It was situated on the eighth floor of the great Flatiron Building, in a sunny south room. As they walked down the hall they saw the following sign; E. SALINE PICTURES. They entered the great painter’s wait¬ ing room, where they were met by a serv¬ ing maid who said, “Madame is ill, and sees no one today.” “Take our cards in anyway and I think she will see us,” said Cannon. After a moment the maid returned and ushered them into a darkened room, where, upon a couch lay the artist. A wet kerchief was on her forehead, and a bottle of smelling salts in her hand. Addie was immediately by her side. “Emma, what is the matter, dear?” “O, Addie, I’m so glad to see you. No, I haven’t a headache. I just want some¬ body to tell my troubles to.” At this point Will discreetly withdrew, leaving the two women to themselves. About three-quarters of an hour later they both came out, and Emma was smil¬ ing, but she was so pale and emaciated that Cannon was startled, but seeing his wife put her finger on her lips, said noth¬ ing. Arrangements were made for the pic¬ tures. The sittings were to begin in two weeks; sooner was impossible, and Will and his wife went away. “What in the world is the matter with Emma?” said he. “It’s a sad story,—very sad—. She has fallen in love with Virgil Skinner. You noticed his sign next to hers. Well, he has been there three years now, she has been there five, and she has constantly seen him come an d go, and she’s head over heels in love with him. But he has never made an advance, not even to treat hereto an ice-cream soda. Men are brutes, any¬ way. And her heart is just breaking for him, the worthless creature, and she’s get¬ ting as pale as a ghost, and she won’t go away for she couldn’t live without seeing him, and she’s just so thin, and she paints such beautiful pictures and oh—” here Addie’s voice trailed on into sobs. “Well, dear, it certainly is too bad, but let’s hope it will come out all right.’ “And you know she was always so mod¬ est and shy, would hardly think of a boy, and now she’s fallen in love with someone that won’t even look at her, oh! it makes me vexed to think of it!” A little red spot appeared on either cheek, and Can¬ non, even though he was a minister, see¬ ing them did just what you or I would have done. The subject was dropped for the time, and Cannon absorbed himself in the snappiest school paper of the day, The Meteor, where he saw the following item; COBRAS WIN FROM PYTHONS. Score 32 - 15. The Cobras last evening won the hard¬ est game of the season from the Pythons. Both teams were in fine form, and the Py¬ thons put up an exceptionally fine game, but owing to the marvelous playing of Helen Soldate, the Cobras won the world’s championship for girls’ basket ball This marvelous player threw twelve field goals from the enemies’ territory, scoring every time the ball was in her hands. She is probably the strongest single player in the world. Invitations to the Bailu ball had been received, and the Cannons were going. It and on the next door; V. SKINNER MINING PROMOTER. OIL STOCKS TEMPERANCE LECTURER. 29