Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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P. H. o. ENTERPRISE ' ll A CHARACTER SKETCH ACK came to visit us, to to oui dismay. He was about eight years old, was red headed and very lively. He came in just as we were sitting down to lunch, having walked up from his aunt’s. “Hello, Grandma,” he shouted, opening the door and rushing into the dining¬ room, “I’m going to visit you for two weeks. Arn’t you glad?” His grandmother smiled back at him, and was about to reply, when— “Say, I’m hungry,” he said, eyeing the table. “Well, run and wash your face and come to lunch,” she answered, picking his hat up from the floor. Jack soon returned with the dirt smear¬ ed over his face and his hair plastered down on his forehead, but he thought he was clean so she let him sit down. He climbed into my chair, looked about the table, passed his plate and said, “I’ll take some chicken.” “Those are chops,” explained his grand¬ mother patiently, “Will you have one?” “Two of ’em”, he answered; and so it went. He would not drink milk and when he got cocoa he spilled it on the table¬ cloth and in his desert, which he straight¬ way refused to eat, but took an orange and left the table to “see the place,” as he said. A few minutes later he went dashing by the window chasing the cat and throw¬ ing stones in all directions. Grandmother called and he immediately became inter¬ ested in the flowers assuming such an an¬ gelic expression we thought he was going to be good. But no,—he quarreled with the neighbor’s children and frankly told the mother, who came to their rescue, he would “fight ’em both with one hand.” I endeavored to get him interested in some¬ thing nice and quiet and went to hunt for some chalk for the little blackboard, but hen I returned he had the cat, which had evidently been held under the faucet, and was cutting its hair. I rescued the cat, but when Jack’s grandmother saw it sun¬ ning itself shortly afterwards, the sight convinced her, then and there, that it would be impossible for Jack to stay a moment longer, so she dragged him from the strawberry patch, where he had gone, while I was being questioned as to the cat’s health, and sent him back to his Aunt’s. Lena Bower.

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P. H. S. ENTERPRISE ' 1 i Brunson: Yes, but look at Brown and Mills, they are gaining. Look! Look! They are up with them. There, there’s stia a chance for us to make a few points anyway. Ray: You bet there is, it’s up to Brown and Mills to bring home the bacon. (Runners cross the stage.) Brunson: Gee, that was a pretty spurt. Ray: Yes, but they are all in. That spurt killed them off. Adams: There, that’s our last chance gone. Ray: Yes; our chances are about pickled and put on ice. Brunson: Oh what a surprise this meet has turned out to be. Ray: Yes, but instead of us doing the surprising it’s that despised Lowell bunch. (Runners cross stage.) Weston: Yes, it looks almost as if they were the ones who had Speedo-Ray- maker instead of us. Ray: That Speedo-Raymaker certainly hasn’t been working much tonight. Be¬ fore, when I used it my legs fairly ran away with me, but tonight it didn’t help at all. Brunson: Say, fellows, it seems to me that Speedo didn’t smell the same as usu¬ al tonight. I wo n d e r—(walks to suit case, takes out bottle, sniffs it and holds it up. Yells.) Hey, come here, you fellows. See, here’s what’s the matter. Lowell has been using our Speedo and we have been using Cul¬ pepper’s Chicken Condiment! Weston: O, piffle! Ray: O, for the love of Mike! Brunson: Now wouldn’t that get your angora! Adams: O, gee! you fellows went and used up all my chicken medicine. I wanted that for— Weston: Shut up! We’ll fix you after the meet. It’s all your fault. You brought this stuff in here. Adams: But the fellow said— Weston: I don’t care what he said. You shut up! Ray: He must have seen you coming. Fresh! Brunson: Here come the fellows. MilJs and Brunson are about a mile be¬ hind. Starter: Here hold the end of this string, one of you fellows. (Runners finish, Mills and Brown last.) Ray: Say, fellows, everything has turned out rotten. We haven’t made a single point, but let’s not cry over spilt milk; we’re going to have a high old time before we go home. Brunson: Sure, cheer up, fellows, let ' s show them that we know how to lose as well as win. Let’s give them whiskity. Ray: Aw, let’s sing Boo a Boola. Adams: Sure that’s the dope. Weston: You bet. Ray: Come on, starter, come on you Lowell fellows and join us in our little song. All right, now, all together. (First verse of Boola Song. Curtain. «=§ = =§ =► =§ = 28

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A DARING BURGLARY ENTERPRISE OFFICE ENTERED SAFE OPENED EVERYTHING GONE N Tuesday night, April 25, 1911, the Enter¬ prise office was broken into by burglars, and the safe opened and all of the contents taken. The police were noti¬ fied as soon as the Office Boy arrived in the morning. This was not the first time the office had been entered and property removed. The news spread rapidly de¬ spite strenuous efforts to prevent the con¬ ditions being known. One of the oldest and shrewdest detectives on the force was detailed to conduct a rigid investigation and he set to work immediately. The “safe” consisted of a door w ith two hinges and fastened with a padlock, all of which were on the outside. Said door was put in between two shelves and en¬ closed a large, roomy space. The sleuth’s quick eye detected that the entire door was gone. “Since the door was locked last night,” he said, “and has been taken away it is quite evident that some one had a key to it. The hinges have been removed with the aid of some dull-pointed instru¬ ment such as a hatchet, or perhaps a screw driver. The lock and hinges being removed it was then a simple matter to take off the door and gain access to the ‘safe.’ The robbers are not here, so they must have escaped before I came. I will report my findings to the Chief at once.” When the Editor arrived he was told of the progress made in the case and promptly confirmed the conclusions of the detective. “But I wms ahead of the detective,” said the Editor. “I did a little work on the case myself last evening. I feared something of the kind for it has happen¬ ed every year and manuscripts have been stolen and much inconvenience caused. So last night I kept watch and can tell you a few things. “I hid myself beneath the table there just back of the waste backet and waited the coming of the intruders. I was sure they would be on hand. Just as the town clock struck two I heard light foot-falls in the lower hall. The robbers came pre¬ pared for vxie worst. Each one carried all the equipment of the dread heroes of yellow backed literature. They were the real, original trouble-hunters! Casting the light from their dark lanterns into all the corners to see if anyone should be awaiting their coming, and deciding that everything was safe, they cautiously climbed the stairs and entered the Enter¬ prise office. “They knew their work and proceeded with great caution but with certainty to the task. In less than ten seconds they v T ere at work at the ‘safe.’ With marvel¬ ous ease mey fell to work on the hinges, W ' hich they quickly removed with the Jan¬ itor’s screw-driver. Having removed the hinges it was an easy thing to swing the door out of place, wrench it off and re¬ move it. It was all done in a moment’s time. They opened their suit cases to stow away the treasure of the ‘safe’. But— “You see, I had anticipated just such an event and had taken all the papers home and had them safely locked in my trunk. Nothing is lost. You may all go back to work. All that the robbers found is that big sign I prepared and posted up at the back of the safe for the robbers to read when they got the door open. It is not pretty but it meant a lot to them: STUNG! A. B. W. 30