Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 208 of the 1912 volume:

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Jferktn frmtti anil trarljrr of tiff rlaaa of Mag, 1912 fe15 DEDICATION.Page 4 FACULTY.“8 SENIORS.“9 SONNET TO THE SENIORS “ 21 CLASS PROPHECY. “22 LITERARY.“26 HEINRICH KIDNAPPED.“31 THE HERMIT OF THE SAN HEDRANS - “34 UNDER A CLOUD -.“37 A GIRL AND A BOX ------ “42 THE AUTO RACE -------“ 45 THE ATHELETIC MANAGER’S TROUBLES - - “49 THE PINE TREE AND THE PROMISE - - - “54 THE TITANIC --------“ 57 A SHAKESPERIAN FIELD MEET - - - “58 JUST FOR A GIRL -------“ 61 MAUD ---------- “64 THE PRISONER - - - - - - - - “65 A BACHELORS CLUB - - - - - - - “ 67 LATE 69 SIR ROGER ON SLANG ------ “70 ENTERPRISE STAFF - - - - - - “71 EDITORIALS ----- “ 74 COMMERCIAL 76 ORGANIZATIONS ------- “81 ATHELETICS - “ 82 SCHOOL NOTES “87 EXCHANGES.“90 ALUMNI.- - - - “ 92 JOSHES.“94 A HEROIC ACT .“ 100 ADVERTISEMENTS. “104 WALTER O. SMITH, Principal, MR. A B. WAY MISS HELEN M. PERKINS MR. HENRY N. YOUNG MISS MABEL C. SWEED MISS HELEN C. PRUTZMAN MISS EMMA F. DANIEL MISS ELSA SCHLUCKEBIER MISS FLO RENCE ROBERTSON MISS NINA BEAUCHAMP History, Civics, Mathematics Commercial Department English Science, Agriculture, Mathematic History, German English, Drawing Science Latin Mathematics, History Commercial (graduates GENEVIEVE DELORES GALLAGHER HALL WESTON MARY MAGDALENE BOWER KATHLEEN M. HALL CARLTON C. DORROH HELEN I. STRATTON GERALDINE BOOTHE HERMAN C. RAYMAKER LOIS PURVINE MILICENT A. HORWEGE LESLIE E. THOMAS GERALDINE M. HALL LORETTA GERTRUDE GALLAGHER CLARA R. DAHLMANN CLARICE GERTRUDE KENNEDY ROBERT STUART ADAMS LEOLA MAY PINGER LOIS MAE COMSTOCK FLORA MAY CHURCH JANE ANN RYAN RUTH MABEL ANDERSON WILL SYMONS LYDIA JANE ALLEN MARIE BENJAMIN LYNWOOD HALL JOHN EDMUND MENARY MABEL AGNES CASAROTTI MARTHA E. SALINE GLADYS ELIZABETH LIDDLE GENEVIEVE GALLAGHER HALL WESTON MARY MAGDALENE BOWER KATHLEEN HALL CARLTON DORROH HELEN STRATTON GERALDINE BOOTHE MILL1CENT HORWEGE HERMAN RAYMAKER LESLIE THOMAS LOIS PURVINE GERALDINE HALL V rills.- ' I ■ ' .--. ' I it. LORETTA GALLAGHER CLARA DAHLMANN TILLIE OELTJEN CLARICE KENNEDY ROBERT ADAMS LEOLA PINGER ' ■ • .•■ V.W V-L.,.n Tiu A 91 4s ' iv44� 4)fe ra Mot? w-V ; .W T,. - 1 • ' •. • n CliE ■%$ ' . v a C ' h % • v-n ■% t-4 -V ! LOIS COMSTOCK RUTH ANDERSON FLORA CHURCH WILL SYMONS JANE RYAN LYDIA ALLEN Mi im b ' fek Jisw S p m Rmc ■ v ' � - ' W---.VJ £ X $4j ya @ ?a MARIE BENJAMIN MABEL CASAROTTI JOHN MENARY LYNWOOD HALL MARTHA SALINE SONNET TO THE SENIORS But boys and girls were you when you first came; With quaking hearts you climbed the long, long hill, To that which later on you called the mill; Each with his little roll, that pass to higher fame. The Senior, Soph, and Junior had his game, You bowed and did for each his slightest will; Later you helped to give new scrubs their fill, And fairly made them reverence your name. Now lengthened are your skirts and hanging low, Your manner .stately and so self possesst; Artistic crowns have now replaced the bow, For Freshmen green were made to be impresst. And fancy shirts with you are all the go, With red ties, college cuffs, and trousers presst. WILL SYMONS. CLflSS PROPHECY HEREAS, the time has come when we, the class of 1912, of Petallima High School must part and go our separ¬ ate ways: Be it resolved that we will meet ten years from tonight in Petaluma, and our former class teacher, Mis-s Perkins, shall be our honored guest. May 30, 1922. Our class had gathered as had been resolved and after many toasts, our guest of honor rose. “As the train sped on its way this afternoon,” she began, “I fell into a doze and dreamed of the matter uppermost in my thoughts, our re-union tonight. The dream is still clear in my mind. “I was met at the station by Bob, manager of the great Adams’ Circus and taken at once to the grounds. The first person I .saw was the water-car¬ rier and as he pulled off his cap and stood smiling before me, with a gasp I recognized Carlton.” There was a burst of laughter and Miss Perkins continued. “Then T heard a voice ringing out, announcing the sale of tickets for a balloon ascension, and as it sounded familiar, I turned, and beheld Leola. At the entrance to the ring stood Lois Comstock taking the tickets, with her eagle eye on the lookout for any small boys who might try to edge past her.” As each one’s name was mentioned there was a great uproar, but as soon as it subsided, our guest went calmly on. “The first side show was Peggy from Paris,’ with Lydia as Peggy out¬ side to greet me. She called to her companion who proved to be Millie, the midget. The next was Cl ' arice, famous as Zid, the ant-eater, and it seemed to agree with her. ' A most interesting occupation,’ she told me. Near by was Mabel, a dancer, but her act was on, and I saw her but a moment. “Passing through the animal tent I met Lynwood, the lion tamer, and in the next tent, Jane, the fat lady of the circus, sat talking with Lois Pur- vine, the confetti seller. I became more and more dumbfounded and could not say a word, and when Tillie, the two-headed girl walked in. Bob had his hands full to support me. A moment later I met Herman and Les- 22 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 lie, just leaving their tent, made up as the “Sport” and the “Tough Guy,” and they looked the parts to perfection. Following them were Hall and Marie, the “Giant” and the “Dwarf.” “I was ushered to my seat by Loretta, very happy in her elevating pro¬ fession. The band, led by Flora, struck up a lively tune and to the music entered the chariot racer, Gladys, in gorgeous Roman robes bringing in Geraldine and her trained rattlesnakes. At one side rode Lena, known in print as Lenalin, the bareback rider. “In one ring Kathleen was showing her skill as a high diver, and Ruth as a contortionist. This act was followed by Helen’s daring tight-rope feat, with Clara accompanying her as an acrobat. “In the meantime Jerry was tripping the light fantastic dressed as a bal¬ let dancer. At this moment two clowns appeared and with a bound they landed at my side, and who were they but Will and John! “After the performance a splendi d banquet was prepared by the camp cook, Genevieve, which we enjoyed very much. Following that we were all decorated by the tatoo lady, Martha. “We were just about to give AVhiskety,’ when there was a crash and everything faded away, and I awoke to find the train drawing up at the old Petaluma depot and you were all there to meet me.” Amid loud clapping and much laughter our guest concluded, and raising our glasses, we drank to the good fortune that had led us beyond the circus. I WANT TO KNOW Foreword. The following questions have been presented by some of our perplexed fellow students, and we have here endeavored to answer them, hoping the advice will prove satisfactory. THE SENIORS. Question: Where can I get enough to eat?—Jerry Hall. Answer: In the domestice science room. Question: What Biblical story would you advise me to read?—Carlton Dor roh. Answer: The story of Ruth. Question: How can I keep from getting call downs in Chemistry?— Fred Bower. Answer: Keep away from Lois and Clarice. Question: How can Norma and I have everlasting peace? — Harry Brown. Answer: Just leave it to Loretta. Question: Which song is best suited to my voice?—Harold Madison. Answer: Alice, Where Art Thou. Question: How can I keep awake?—Will Symons. Answer: Invest in a repeating “Big Ben.” Question: What color is best suited to my complexion?—Alice Cane- vascini. Answer: Brown! ! ! ! Question: How can I get to school ' on time?—Kathleen Hall. Answer: Stay all night. Question: Why did we come back to school?—Ruth Oellig and Percy Mills. Answer: Foolish question! Nufsed! Question: How can I strengthen my voice?—Leola Linger. Answer: Borrow some of Millie’s. Question: How can we become graceful?—“The Bunch.” Answer: Try the Boston. Question: I desire to be an artist. What materials shall I use?—Til- lie Oeltjen. Answer: We recommend Franklin ' s crayons. Question: How does it feel to go down the fire escape in the dark— Genevieve Gallagher and Kathleen Hall. Answer: Ask Lena Brown. Question: Why is it that the boys all went off in a bunch after farce practices and the girls had to go home alone?—Frenchy. Answer: Why, Frenchy, don’t you know that the boys had so much work to do they had to hurry right home????? and anyway, isn’t any girl, old enough to go to high school, old enough to go home alone, even if it is half past ten???????????? 25 THE SPELL OF VENICE N our compartment on the train from Milan to Venice, we had the pleasure of the company of a Venetian officer’s wife. In our haste to leave Milan, or rather to get to Venice, we forgot our bottle of mineral water and the Venetian lady insisted that we share hers. Thus began a pleasant acquaintance and an interesting conversation which lasted throughout the six hours from Milan to Venice, six short hours through the old picturesque hill towns of Verona, Brescia, Vicenza and Padua— still surrounded by their mediaeval walls. In the course of conversation, our Venetian lady asked u.s if we had ever been to Venice before, and when we replied in the negative, she said, “Ah! You will find it like no other place in the world. It has a charm all its own.” We readily believed her, for had we not always dreamed of Venice as the most romantic spot in the world? And to ride in a gondo¬ la on the Grand Canal or the Lagoon had been the great ambition of our childhood. Well, here we were on the way to its fulfillment. It was growing dark when we reached Mestre, the last station before Venice. We began to see lights twinkling out over the water, which now seemed to be on both sides of the tracks. In a few moments we pulled into a most ordinary looking station; dirty—even dirtier than most Italian sta¬ tions. The Venetian lady was met by a handsome officer and an orderly, who gathered up all her bags, but not before she had asked him to call a facchino (porter) for us. We followed the facchino through a very dirty corridor—were we going to be disappointed after all? In a moment we THE ENTERPRISE, ’l2 had passed the ticket punchers at the gates—when, presto! We were in another world. There before us were broad marble -steps—and close to the steps were moored the waiting gondolas. When we caught our breath, we were in a gondola, our bags piled around us, floating quietly out on the dark water. We knew we were going to the Hotel de Y Europe and that was all. We were alone in a black gondola with two shadowy gondoliers quietly work¬ ing at the oars; everything was dark, the only light was a feeble one com¬ ing from the tiny oil lamp on the prow. We could not even see the faces of our gondoliers. Through the black canals we floated, seeing nothing except occasionally the outlines of buildings faintly lit up by gas lamps, hearing nothing but the gentle lap of the water and the swish of the oars, or the sudden and startling shout of one of the gondoliers when we turned a corner. After what seemed an eternity to us, really not so very longrwe sudden¬ ly saw more lights and turned into what we instinctively knew was the Grand Canal. The gondola stopped and one of the men came to us and, doffing his hat with much ceremony, he said something in Italian which we did not understand. But the gesture accompanying it, we understood easily. It is the same in every language. As -soon as we found the num¬ ber of coppers, off we started and in a few moments more, we came to the 27 THE ENTERPRISE, i 2 marble steps of our hotel and were helped out over a carpeted board by the dignified portier and several assistants; then we were ushered into the lovely Hotel de V Europe, formerly an old palace and still reminiscent of other days, with its carved woodwork, inlaid floors and beautiful hang¬ ings. Venice in the day time brought a realization of our dreams. The side door of the hotel opened on what seemed to be a tiny alley, but in reality it was quite a broad avenue for Venice. A walk of a few yards brought us suddenly and unexpectedly into the square nf San Marco . Our surprise and the blaze of color that met our eyes, made us gasp. There at the end of the square stands the great church so rich in colored mosaic, all its minarets and spires and oriental trimmings glistening in the morning sun. Alongside of St. Mark’s, forming part of the piazzetta stands the Doge’s palace and at the end, near the Grand Canal are the columns of St. Mark and St. Theodore and beyond these the gleaming water. Flanking the sides of the square are the arcades with their fascinating shops with gay wares—Venetian glass, illuminated parchment, beads, laces and pictures. Our next glimpse of the piazza is in the late afternoon; the square itself is in the shadow and the tops of the buildings are bathed in the sunset lights. Now tables and chairs have been set out in the square and the best band in Italy is playing as only Italian bands can. They are Bersaglieri with uniforms of dark green and patent leather hats with a bunch of feath- 28 ' THE ENTERPRISE, 4 2 ers rakishly set on one side. Grouped around the bandstand are crowds or people—children feeding myriads of pigeons, venders selling cornucopias, filled with corn to feed to these birds; gay, laughing, black-eyed Venetian women, their coiffures arranged with great care and their black silk shawls draped over their shoulders toning down the riotous mass of color. At the tables is seated the population of Venice enjoying its afternoon refresh¬ ment; here is a group of beautiful and well-dressed Italian girls, chaperon¬ ed by mothers or aunts, perhaps,—gaily chatting with their friends; there sit a group of gay, young cavalry officers in uniforms of Alice blue and bright green, excitedly discussing the latest war news from Tripoli. An¬ other knot of older officers stands near by, more gravely exchanging views on the same subject, no doubt. Opposite is a merry table of American girls, sipping their afternoon tea and eating those delicious Italian phun cakes. Gradually, however, it grows darker and the life and color disap¬ pear in the longer shadows. We return to the hotel to the balcony overlooking the Grand Canal. It is evening and the red sun is disappearing behind the dome of Santa Maria della Salute. Slowly the orange fades to pink and little by little the color is gone and the buildings stand out darkly against the dusky background. Now lights appear one ny one, it is very quiet, no jangling street cars, no wagons grinding over pavements; the only sounds that break the stillness are the faint ringing of distant church bells and occasionally the discord- 29 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 ant whistle and the chug chug of the launches as they go or come from the Lido. Now the night has fallen; many lights gleam out over the canal. Sud- enly there is music. It comes nearer and nearer—now it seems under the balcony. It is the music boat, gay with green and yellow lanterns and fill¬ ed with singers and their accompanists. After each song a rain of cop¬ pers falls into the boat from the different windows and balconies. We hur¬ ry down and ask the portier to call our gondolier. “Una centa quarante otto” (148) he calls, and in a jiffy Kenzo, that jewel of gondoliers, is at the steps and we are comfortably seated among the cushions of his boat. In answer to his soft “Where, Mees?” we tell him to follow the music boat; and soon we aie drawn up with a dozen other gondolas alongside of the singers. “Will they sing‘O sole mio’ Fenzo?” “Yes, if the Signorina wishes it,” and presently a clear, sweet tenor is singing that sweetest of all Venetian songs. We have our coppers ready and gladly give all we have when the leader steps from one gondola to another with his hat in his hanf When we return to the hotel. Fenzo says, “Shall I come tomorrow. Mees?” We had some glorious rides with Fenzo. He spoke English in a soft, pleasant voice. When we asked him how he learned it so well, he said, “Out of a book, ' mees.” One pleasant day we went across the Lagoon and past the funeral island to Murano, an island dotted with pink and yel¬ low houses, where the glass factories are. Fenzo remained at our service during our whole visiR|hd took us to the station the day we left. As we stepped out of his gondola, he slipped a card into our hands. On one side the enterprising gondolier had printed a picture of his gondola and Ermenegildo Fenzo, Gondoliere N. 148, Venezia. S. Agnese 750. On the other side he had carefully written “Please recommend me to your friends and to write at my address before to arrive in Venice.” V e did not say Goodbye” to Venice or to Fenzo, but “Au Revoir.” M. C. S. HEINRICH KIDNAPPED )EINRICH Heine Schmidtlein was howling dismally. He had been very naughty in school, so his hard-hearted and cruel teacher had set him out on the schools steps to meditate upon his misdemeanor, after giving him a se¬ vere beating. “Was ist los, sonny? ' ’ said a kindly voice. Heinrich looked up and wip¬ ed his large china-blue eyes. The tracks of his tears were visible over his dirty little face and his yellow hair was sticking out over his head, making him look like a dandelion in full blossom. It was an old man who spoke. When Heinrich found that he was of the same nationality as himself and that the bag he carried appeared to have candy in it, the little boy cheered up somewhat and began to realize that life might be endurable after all. “You come home with me,” said the old man, “and quit the schule. I’ll see that you are treated fine.” “If I come by you, can I have two fried eggs for breakfast?” asked Heinrich. “Ja!” answered his friend, so Heinrich bade a silent farewell to his school, which he hoped never to see again, and set forth with his new found friend. They soon left the residence part of the city and entered the poorer business district. At last they came to a dark (little second¬ hand store. This they entered after strong protests from Heinrich who preferred the delicatessen store next door where many big fat sausages hung in the window. “This is where du bleibst!” said the old man decidedly and pulled Hein¬ rich in. An old woman came to meet them. “Heinrich Strauss!” said she, “where have you been all this time?” “Sssh!” said Mr. Strauss, “here is the little bub you have been wanting so long and for me he can sweep out the store in the morning.” Heinrich suddenly had a pang of homesickness but Mrs. Strauss was a motherly woman and soon was cuddling him in her lap, with a big piece of sausage in his hand. She had long wanted to adopt a little boy and here was one coming from—she didn’t know where. As for her husband— here was the very boy he wanted to run errands. So all three were satis¬ fied. 31 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 Meanwhile the day had come to an end and the Schmidtlein family were looking anxiously for Heinrich. When the Schmidtlein father came home from work his wife met him with tears. “Heinrich ist verloren:” she sobbed and all of his seven brothers and .sisters set up a chorous of howls. “Wo ist Heinrich ?” they all cried. Consternation reigned supreme for some moments. Finally a bright idea came to the father. “We will go to the school teacher. She will know.” The plan was seized upon eagerly by the entire family and they were soon all running down the street, Wil¬ helm (the dog) leading, and the twins, Johanna and Hans, bringing up the rear. When they arrived at the school, the teacher met them with astonish¬ ment. She had seen nothing of Heinrich since morning when she had sent him out. “I thought he got angry and went home,” she said. The Schmidtelein family were distracted. They rushed through the halls of the school, looking under tables and chairs, but no Heinrich! “What shall we do?” the teacher asked, looking at the father; but after his one bright idea, his head became a perfect blank, and he could only shake it sorrow¬ fully. At last Jacob, the star of the family, spoke up. “He m ust be lost. Let’s go and find him.” So the family set off once more, the teacher watching them from the door. Every policeman was stopped and com¬ manded to give Heinrich up and each time the blue uniformed officer look¬ ed the Schmidtleins over, then turned away, shaking his head, and the wor¬ thy people thought it was on Heinrich’s account that so much emotion was shown. At last they found a policeman who was able to give them more satis¬ faction than the others. He had seen a little boy, he said, walking along with an old man and from his great resemblance to this family he con¬ cluded it must be the lost child. “Right up this street they went,” he said, “and into that store,” point¬ ing to the dark little second-hand store. The Schmidtlein parents thank¬ ed him with tears of gratitude, he kissed Hans and Johanna, and Wilhelm I. licked his shoes. Then they continued their way. Many people marvelled to see this strange family rush up the street and into the little store in which there was hardly room for them all. Mr. and Mrs. Strauss holding fast to Heinrich, who was between them, appeared from the back of the store. Papa Schmidtlein and all the little Schmidt¬ leins immediately precipitated themselves upon Heine, crying “Heinrich! Heinrich!” but mamma Schmidtlein, strange to say, paid no attention to her small son. She rushed into the arms of Mr. Strauss, also crying “Heinrich! Heinrich!” she exclaimed, pointing to Mr. Strauss whose face was wreathed with smiles. “Come all this way from Germany, and I not know it!” “I can not find you at all when I come over,” answered Hein¬ rich, der afte. THE ENTERPRISE, T2 When exclamations and explanations were ended, they all turned to young Heinrich in silence. The Schmidtlein father looked accusingly at the Strausses. “We wanted a little knabe so viel!” they both exclaimed, and looked so repentant that Father Schmidtlein’s scowl gradually disap¬ peared. Then Mrs. Strauss must make coflfee, so they sat down to a pleas¬ ant meal, all talking at once. Under the influence of a big .stein of beer, father Schmidtlein grew generous. “You shall keep Heine by you. We have plenty kinder ’ he said, looking at his wife, who nodded in approval. The Strausses were overjoyed but Heinrich looked doubtful. He soon cheered up, however, when his adopted father turned to him and said: “Sonntag you go home and HERE you have zwei, no drei eggs fried zum Fruhstuck.” MARTHA SALINE. 33 THE HERMIT OF THE SAN HEDR0NS found him, just as they said I would find him, this strange old man of the mountains, about whom men talked much and knew little. He was seated in front of his dilapidated old cabin, his old style flint lock rifle of the model of “38” lying- across his knee. He always sat in front of his cabin, they said, from morning till night, whenever the weather would permit. The old flint lock was his one indispensable companion, he had never been seen without it. As I toiled up the steep and little worn trail, to his cottage I noticed that he was very old . His long white beard reached clear to the barrel of the rifle lying in his lap, and his hair, of the .same snowy whiteness of his beard, hung down his back in long scraggly strings and mingled with his beard in front. His white hair might have spoken benignity and his very apparent poverty hospitality, as poverty so often does, had not his coun¬ tenance stern and forbidding denied it. And yet 1 could hardly say hi.s countenance for little of that was visible, it must have been his eyes, as they glared at me, bright as coals and stern and steady, I don’t know what it was but there was something stern and repellant then, where now I can .see only kindness. I had come with a firm intention to engage him in conversation, not that I cared particularly to find out anything about his past, (tho every one in those mountains would have paid me for such : information, I be¬ lieve, at the rate of a dollar a. word), ' but because people said it could not be done. I approached the cabin, leisurely and nodded. The old man simply scowled, there was no response, his only move was to shift the old flint lock rifle in his lap. I threw the butt of my own rifle on the ground, and leaned upon the muzzle. “A nice morning,” I remarked, determined to obtain recognition. There was no nod, no response, but I noticed that the sharp eyes had ceased their scrutiny of my face and were fastened on my rifle, with a lively interest. I was not surprised, for I was used to having this particular rifle excite interest among the mountain folk. It was a beautiful Savage automatic, 34 THE ENTERPRISE, ’i 2 the highest type of the modern gunsmith’s art, a type which had never before been seen in those mountains. There is nothing the mountaineer loves more than a rifle. The merits of different makes and calibers come up for discussion where ever two or more are met together and there are many cases on record where a dis¬ paraging remark on another’s rifle has cost blood. Now I saw the old man of the mountains fix on my rifle a look of admiration and wonder, and I knew my opportunity was at hand. I had awakened his interest. I stood my rifle against the cabin, and climbed the hill to where a clump of alders gave unmistakable evidence of a spring of water. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the old man seize the rifle and examine it care¬ fully, wonderingly. When I returned he still held it in his hands and I could see the effects of years of sullen silence struggling with a desire to talk of the beautiful little piece of polished wood and blue steel that he held in his hands. Twice he opened his mouth to speak, and twice re¬ mained silent. I took the rifle from his band, and pointed it at a hawk circling and screaming high above our heads. A lucky shot brought him clawing and struggling through the air to our feet. A look of sur¬ prise slowly spread on the old face and he gave vent to one short word, “Good.” T pointed to a white spot in an oak. ‘‘Can you hit it?” I asked. “Load it,” he answered eagerly. I detected an accent in his speech. “Spanish,” I thought. “It’s already loaded,” I said. “Impossible,” he replied, “you just shot it.” Yes, his accent was Span¬ ish. “But this gun loads itself.” I took a shot at the white mark just to show him. He watched the mechanism closely, saw it eject the empty shell and throw in a new one. His interest visibly increased. He took the rifle from niv hands and shot twice at the spot. I was surprised at the accuracy of his aim. Again he examined the rifle, slowly, carefully, from the beautifully carved stag’s head on the stock, to the mechanical sight, and every detail excited new wonders. I could see a great desire growing on him, a desire which he could hardly repress. How he would have loved to be able to buy it from me, but he realized that nothing he could offer would nearly pay for such a weapon. At least; 35 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 he would ask me; it would do no harm. I saw his lips frame the question twice before he finally spoke. “I don ' t suppose you would sell it.” I considered the question carefully, and decided that it was worth the price. “No,” I answered, “I won ' t sell it, I ' ll give it to you.” It was late in the afternoon when I descended the trail that wound down into the valley where our camp was pitched. I went slowly and sadly. I had just heard a story such as I knew many another could tell. The story of a peaceful Spaniard living on broad acres held by grant from the king of Spain, of the coming of the gold hunters, the cruel Gringoes, of atrocities committed, and atrocities submitted to, per force; of the gradual process by which his land was taken and he was impoverished of an only son, lynched because he dared stand for his rights, and an only daughter, gone, he knew not where. He only knew that she too, was a victim of the cruel Gringoes. What wonder that at last he had fled, broken hearted, to the mountains and refused communication to all men, for were not all men in the moun¬ tains Gringoes, and were not all Gringoes heartless and cruel? I was the first, he said, who ever did him a kindness and I was the first who had ever heard his sad story. Each summer the lure of stream and field carries me back to the little valley that forms my hunter ' s paradise in the San Hedrans, and each sum¬ mer T climb often to the cabin on the hill. The old man is very feeble now, and each visit 1 expect to be my last. But he hails me heartily from far down the trail and as I approach I see the rifle once more, lying across his knee as bright and new as it was the day I bought it. He prized it above everything in life, for it makes his living for him during the long winter months. Among my most treasured possessions is an old flint lock rifle of the model of “38.” I prize it highly, for it is a gift from my friend the Her¬ mit of the San Hedrans. HARRY E. BROWN. UNDER A CLOUD GROUP of boys was gathered near the hitching place in front of the village store. A few were leaning against it, with their backs toward the store and a sullen look on their faces. Others were watching the men going in and out. “The Confederates ’ill know Newton’s patriotic,” remarked a freckled faced boy, “Sunny” McCrea. “Newton patriotic! The Union ’ill lose if— “If Jimmy Hollis a’int at the head of the Northern ranks,” quietly in¬ terrupted one of the boys. A faint laugh passed over the group, which caused the face of Jimmy Hollis to flush with anger. “Well, why do we have to stay in this place while Edwin Blair goes to the war? He’s a big coward, you all know it. He’s afraid to kill a duck! You can’t deny it, he ' s a coward!” “He is, is he?” The boys turned at the words and faced a youth of their own age. He was tall, well-built, with dark hair and frank dark eyes, but there was a trace of weakness about the mouth. There was a flash in his eves, but lie paled as he said: “Afraid to kill a duck, is he? Well fellows, in due time we’ll see if he’ll run, for 1 am going to enlist now.” lie waited for a replv, but receiving none walked on into the store. The eyes of the boys followed him, anger and jealousy showing in every face, even in “Sunny Me Crea’s.” Edwin Blair did enlist and spent the following weeks training in the old town hall. It was a difficult time for Edwin, because he was among the youngest of the volunteers and the handling of a gun and marching in step came awkwardly to him. He was concious of the eyes of his chums watch¬ ing him and he often saw the looks of disgust on their faces. The day for departure came and it was a red letter day in the calendar of Newton. Mothers were bidding their sons good-bye, but Edwin received but a shake of the hand from the woman with whom he had lived. He waved good-by to the boys as he took his place in line, blit was answered by a few cold nods. As the small company marched out of the village,Edwin Blair felt the first great wave of fear and emotion sweep over him. He was going away now, and going into what?—War! 37 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 I he Hattie between the Confederate and Union troops continued, altho it was becoming dusk. The Union troops had failed to reach the hill¬ top, so the armies faced each other on the small plain at the foot of the oills. Die Union men were out-numbered by the Confederates, but they kept their lines compact. In the last regiment were most of the Newton men and near the center stood Edwin Blair. His face had a worn look and he did not wear the fine uniform he had pictured. The roar and shouting was plainly heard and occasionally a few shots passed near them. He felt a thrill of eagerness when he realized how near he was to the Con¬ federate ranks. He had seen them before, but now he was fighting them— fighting for the Union and the President they all loved. “Advance!” The command echoed in Edwin’s ear as he felt himself move with the division. The smoke was thicker, the shots were closer, and the noise was terrible Everyone is shooting, why don’t I ? There, the smoke cleared—a Con¬ federate why don t I shoot him? Oh! that shot came so close; .suppose was that Jim that fell, and where is Bob? Oh, if the awful noise would only stop and let a fellow think ?” His bewildered thoughts were inter¬ rupted by a sharp pain in his arm. Without realizing it Edwin had advanc¬ ed into the fight and a bullet hit his left arm, leaving a slight wound. There was confusion in the front and the Union men retreated. They ad¬ vanced again and .several soldiers noticed that one of their number fell. Edwin lay still for a few minutes, arose, and looked about. Thru the dark¬ ness he could distinguish the bodies of his comrades around him. The smoke and firing seemed very near and in the few lulls of the battle he heard the moans of dying men. For a moment he stood irresolute and then, away from the northern forces—away from the noise of battle— away from the place where true citizens belonged—a solitary figure crept into the darkness. jjc }c jj{ Jc Among the old rope and canvas in a life boat on the ship Etna, a boy v:as concealed. He had lain there for three days and his restless sleep was now disturbed by a rough voice saying, “What’s this? Another stow¬ away? Get. out of here, youngster.” With the help of the sailor he des¬ cended to the deck and was led toward the cabin. The sailor knocked at the door saying, “Another stowaway, Captain.” 3« THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 A tall muscular man appeared, with a stern, tanned face. He scanned the boy’s face carefully. “Yer name?” “Dick Jones,” was the answer. “Yer ran away did you? Don ' t like war? Make him, work Jake, work for more’an his way. Won’t bring him back—too much going on now.” As he entered his cabin the captain was heard to murmur, “Just a kid; ain’t more ’an twenty.’ ‘‘Won ' t be brought back.” These words seemed to free Edwin. He was set to work washing decks, and for three months Edwin (hereafter known as Dick Jones) did the most menial work on the ship. The sailors were often unkind to him and the work was long and hard. But harder than those were the thoughts that continually passed through his mind. “De¬ serter— could be shot — not safe anywhere—disloyal to his country.” At last the ship sailed through the Golden Gate into San Francisco. Dick went ashore with the sailors, was given a few coins, and started to find work. For three days he wandered about searching for work, but received only hard words. He slept in an old building at night. Late in the afternoon of the fourth day he was walking down a street looking at the houses and stores. He heard hurried footsteps behind him, drew close to the house, felt a hand touch his arm and a gruff voice say, “Flee for your life!” The man passed on. Who he was Dick never knew and often wondered if he were pursued. Dick turned back, walking rapidly out of the town and took a trail toward the mountains. For ten days Dick fled northeast, hiding during the day and walking at night. He reached the hills of Placer county, which are thickly wooded and for two months he lived on berries and roots. He learned where many of the towns were located and where the hydraulic sluices ran but he shunned all places where there was any chance of meeting a man. Mr. McMeans, the manager of the Union Hydraulic mine in Little York was disturbed during his breakfast, one day, by a knock at the cabin door. Upon opening it he saw a tall, thin youth, with pale, sunken cheeks and a wild look in his dark eyes. His clothes were worn and soiled, but were arranged as neatly as possible. “Good-mornjng, lad,” said Mr. McMeans, “is there anything I can dg for you?” 39 THE ENTERPRISE, T2 ‘T would like work, sir,” said the boy. “I failed to obtain work in San Francisco and came to this mining camp. There seems to be a place for everyone here.” The last sentence was a mistake on Dick’s part, and caused Mr. Mc- Means to look at him carefully, but he saw only a pale, weary face. He took Dick into the cabin and gave him a good meal. Dick told part of his story since he had left San Francisco, but when Mr. McMeans spoke of the Civil War his wife noticed that Dick almost broke down. She took him to another room where he rested another day. Few questions were asked about a man’s history in those mining camps and next day Dick was given the position of watching the sluices, which carried the water for the hydraulic mining. He had to make twto trips a day and watch that no brush or boulders impeded the flow of the water. With good food and rest he was soon strong again and moved to a little cabin on the hillside. Hie enjoyed the walk, and found pleasure in watch¬ ing the wild animals and examining the flowers. The winter months were hard, on account of the deep snow and ice. At first he did not mingle much with the other men for all the conversation was about the war, the battles won, and the eagerness of the miners to fight for the North. But before the first year was passed, and he was still the respected Dick Jones, he associated more with other miners. They never noticed how Dick scan¬ ned the face of every stranger, how tightly his mouth closed, or how his hands gripped the chair, when the the miners gave three cheers for the North after a victory. They never knew the bitter struggles of his lonely walks. Several times he nearly gave up the work. One noon when the miners were eating, the conversation turned to a discussion about desert¬ ers. The words were bitter and one gruff miner said: “If one ever runs into Little York we’ll give him what the law allows.” Dick had to think it all out again, struggle with the shame and disgrace and then return and face his fellow men. The war ended; the Union had been preserved. Those of the North re¬ turned home victorious. The news of Lee’s surrender was received with great joy in the California mining town and the mourning for their belov¬ ed President was very deep. The war was over; but the work went on. Dick Jones asked for no other position but walked the sluice day in and day out, year after year, He became greatly respected and popular in the 40 TH-E ENTERPRISE, ’12 little town. Yes, he had friends among the miners and the town people; he was respected as an upright man, but he knew that he was a deserter. There was still the fear of those words: ‘‘You are a deserter of the Civil War and are sentenced to be shot.” Many years later when the news reached California that all deserters were pardoned, Dick Jones resigned his position with the Hydraulic mine and left Little York. After several months he returned, a changed man. When he was greeted by his friends he shrank from them and there was a look of shame written in his face. He went immediately to the mine and presented his pardon and discharge to the manager and asked for his old position. In a few days he received word that his former work had been satisfactory and he could retain the position. The news spread thru the town that Dick Jones was a deserter. The miners, who had been so friendly to him, now shunned him, and hatred showed in their faces when he entered die room. The people of the town w r ere more considerate, but he felt more of a stranger than when lie first entered the town. He often asked himself w r hy he came back? Why didn’t he go to some new town? They would find out, everyone would find out. He could not go to the New England town and face the boys, who had returned home, glorious from the war. He came back to the little mining camp because it had been home to him for many years. He had fought his battle there, and he felt he could stand the disgrace better in the town where he had once been respected and try, step by step, to win back the estimation he had lost. And, it might be a foolish wish, but he wished them to know his name was Edwin Blair. JANE RYAN. fJ GIRL AND A BOX ES, I guess the joke was on me, though at the time I didn ' t thing there was any joke in the matter at all. It was one afternoon during the festivities of Portola week, while wandering down through the happy, good- natured crowd which filled Market street to overflowing, that I felt some one tap me lightly on the shoulder. I turned around and looked into the face of a very pretty girl, seemingly about twenty years of age. She was expensively dressed and T thought that she had stepped from one of the waiting autos to call me, mistaking me for a friend. However she seemed to be very much embarrassed and I started to speak but she quickly interrupted me. “I beg your pardon for bothering you,” -she said, hesitating, “but I am going to ask you to do me a favor and I hope you won’t refuse.” I hastened to assure her that I would do anything in my pow er to aid her. “W ell, she continued, “I will not impose on your kindness very much. All I want you to do is to keep this little box for me, and to follow the directions you will find written on the wrapper. Don’t let it out of your care for an instant and don’t open it, even the least bit” Tt seemd to relieve her greatly to get the package out of her possess¬ ion; and after thanking me for my kindness, she said good-bye, and a moment later was lost in the crowd. I stood looking after her for a moment wondering why she had been so anxious to rid herself of the thing I held; then I started to examine it. It seemed to be an ordinary little pasteboard box, such as is generally used by jewelers, wrapped in white paper held together by an elastic band. As I turned it over several lines of writing on the bottom caught my eye. Recalling what the girl had said about directions I read them and was given a second surprise. “Meet me in front of the Call building at half-past eight this evening and I will relieve you of vour trust. In the meantime, take the greatest care of this box and be sure it is net opened. I hope you won’t re¬ fuse to do this, as it means a great deal to me.” 42 TEE ENTERPRISE, ’i 2 As I read this I wished I had not so easily fallen a victim to the girl’s pretty face. In what kind of a plot was I implicated now? Perhaps the girl was a thief, or more probably, a smuggler. Perhaps the box was full of diamonds or other valuables ' which had been smuggled into the country. I remembered having read how innocent people were often made to play a part in this illegal business. Most likely this was what I was doing. The girl, fearing that she was suspected, had used me as a means to free herself of all incriminating evidence for a time. The more I thought on my posi¬ tion the less T liked it. I expected at any moment to feel a hand grip my arm and to hear a voice say, “You come with me; the chief wants to have a little talk with you.” Several times T was tempted to throw the troublesome box into the street, but each time was held back by the thought that perhaps I was do¬ ing a perfectly legal favor for a girl in need of it. Nevertheless every policeman I passed seemed to look at me suspiciously. I began to feel very nervous and decided that the best thing to do would be to go home and stay out of sight till evening, when I could meet the girl and get rid of the box. After that, no more helping pretty-faced strangers in distress for me. As I waited for the car at the safety station, I saw a man watching me closely. ITe was a big heavy-set fellow, dressed in a blue serge suit and his whole air told me that he could be but one thing—a detective. H ' e watched me, my every move and as I jumped on the car he did likewise. This settled my last, lingering doubts and I was positive that I was being followed. The police had discovered the girl’s trick and I was probably in imminent danger of arrest. The only thing to do was to get rid of the detective without delay. I managed to walk through to the back of the car and jumped off unseen by him. Finally, I reached home without be¬ ing followed; there I spent a most uncomfortable afternoon, expecting the detective to succeed in tracing me to the house and to claim me as his prisoner. At last, after long hours of suspense and trepidation, darkness came and I made ready to get rid of the dangerous package. I bundled up in a heavy overcoat so that I might not be recognized, put the box in my pocket and was soon waiting in front of the Call building. As yet, the girl was nowhere to be seen. I waited for some time, trying to keep out 43 THE ENTERPRISE, T2 of sight of the many policemen who were passing by and fearing that the detective whom 1 had lost in the afternoon might find me again at any moment. I was on the point of giving up in despair when suddenly I felt a touch on my arm, and, turning, saw the girl at my side. Anxious to get the fearful thing out of my possession as quickly as pos¬ sible, 1 thrust the box toward her with the warning, “Be careful! I think you can get away with it all right now.” But instead of showing any .signs of alarm, she took the box from my outstretched hand and smilingly tossed it into the street. “What!” I gasped, in amazement, “Don’t you want it? Why, that box has given be the most uncomfortable afternoon of my life. I was on the verge of throwing it away several times and kept it only because I thought it was very valuable, and now you calmly toss it into the street!” I was too surprised to protest further. At first the girl 1 looked amused then apologetic. “I’m very sorry,”, she said, “and I think you deserve both explanation and my hearty thanks for your loyalty. The fact is, that box was empty. “Empty!” I almost shouted. “Then why have I been followed by the police ever since you gave it to me? Why did you caution me to take such great care of it? Why did you give it to me at all?” She smiled at my outburst, and then continued, “You see, I am being initiated into the Phi Delta Chi, and for the last few days the girls have made me do all sorts of foolish tricks. This is one of them. The box was harmless, and all your troubles were caused by your own imagination. MABEL CASAROTTL 44 THE AUTO RACE that olcl. twenty,two. T nine o’clock on a bright sunshiny morning in June, two prosperous looking men walked out of the Palace Hotel in San Francisco. One of them was a pleasant faced man, well dressed, and seemed by his looks to have no earthly _cares. He was probably forty-one or two but hardly looked His companion was a much younger man, probably not more than He was well built and one could see at a glance he was a great athlete. They walked down to the Ferry Building, declining to take a car on such a fine morning, and took the Southern Pacific boat for Oakland. They were talking constantly of automobiles, and a person listening might have learned from the drift of their conversation, that they had some interest in the great auto races that were to be held on the Bellville Motor Course, southwest of Oakland, that afternoon. They were discuss¬ ing the probable winners, and they could often be heard to mention the name of the car “Ajax.” The elder man was in fact Bedford Steele, the wealthy owner of that car, which he had entered in the races for the handsome trophy cup to be given to the winner. The only car he seemed afraid of was the “Flash- well.” The younger man, by the name of Walter Cross, was a great friend of Steele. He was an experienced motorist and not only knew how to run a car, but was an expert mechanician. It was nearly twelve when they arrrived at the course. The Ajax had just been taken out of the shed and was standing in front of the grand stand. Oldring, the famous driver, was examining the car, preparing to make a last trial trip, before the race of the afternoon. Steele had come out to the course to see that everything was all right, and to watch the last trial. The track was a twenty-five mile course and the race that afternoon was to be four laps or one hundred miles. Cross was to accompany Oldring in the race, so after starting the motor he climbed into the car beside the driver and the car fairly jumped away from the starting point. Steele watched the car with satisfaction, it was a fine racer and he had every reason to feel proud of it. It soon disappeared be¬ hind a clump of trees, and he saw: nothing more of it until it again appear- 45 THE ENTERPRISE, T 2 ed from the opposite direction. It rounded a turn, at great speed and came flying up to the starting point. Steele had timed the car and his watch showed twenty-seven minutes, sixteen seconds. This was good time foi a try-out and they drove the car into the garage where a guard was set to watch it; then the three men went up to the hotel to get dinner. It was two o’clock that afternoon when ten huge racers were brought out of the sheds and lined up ready to start. There wasi a big number painted on the front of each car and the cars were lined up according to their number. Each car was given thirty seconds to get under headway and get out of the way before the next car was started. The race prom¬ ised to be a very exciting one; the grand stand was packed and people could also he seen all along the course. Bang! The starter’s pistol spoke and the first racer whirled away from the starting line. Thirty seconds later another started, then another and an¬ other. The Ajax was number six. The instant the pistol was fired, this car leaped away with a roar. 1 he people in the stand uttered a cheer that was taken up by the people that lined the coarse. This was the first real race Cross had ever taken part in. As he sat by Oldring’s side, he felt a thrill run through him. It was pleasant, yet the race seemed like a dream. As the Ajax gained speed, the wind became al¬ most a huiricane, as it whistled past his ears. Houses, trees, a bridge, the shouting spectators, were a blur as the car fairly jumped over the track. During the first few moments, Cross felt a thrill of fear pass over him, but it was soon banished by a tingling sensation of joy. At times the wheels seemed to touch the roadbed for a moment then the flying sensa- tion was resumed. For the first half of the course the cars ahead seemed to keep about the same distance from Cross and his companion, then the Ajax gradually crept up and passed two cars. One Cross recognized as the famous Mercy. It seemed no time before they flew past the cheering grand-stand. It. seemed impossible to Cross that they could have already traveled twenty- five miles, yet it must be ,so, for in the blur he could see the sheds, the judges’ stand and other things he recognized. 46 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 What was that? They tore by something beside the road. It was a car, with men working like fiends, trying to repair a puncture—one other rival out of the way. They were evidently in no danger from the cars be¬ hind a.s none of these were gaining on the Ajax. Within another five min¬ utes or so they passed the fourth car on a wide, sweeping curve. This left but one machine ahead of them, the dreaded “Flashwell.” They could see this in the distance between clouds of dust. The Flashwell had had a minute and a half start on the Ajax, yet seemed only about two miles or less ahead of them. As they neared the grand-stand at the end of the third lap, they saw something that astounded them. The crowd had swarmed out upon the track. As the Ajax approached they saw a wrecked car. Something else they saw—it was only a glance as the car whirled past—but that was enough. It was a limp form of a human being. Men were carrying it on a stretcher to the main garage. All this seemed to have no effect on the marvelous nerve of the man at Cross’ side. In his crouched position he drove the car through the crowd, with all speed, as though he were a part of the car. So matters stood as they started the last lap. The Ajax had traveled over five miles on the last lap when, looking ahead, Cross saw a cloud of dust. He wondered what it meant. As they rounded a curve he saw it was their rival. In a twinkling he was athrob with eagerness to overtake that car—to pass it. The racing blood was leaping madly in his veinsi. Nearer and nearer they crept up to the car in advance. They were close upon it as another curve was reached. Here the leading machine swerved far out, forcing Oldring to hold up a little to prevent a collision. The curve passed, the racer ahead seemed creeping away again. It’s driver was turning on every possible bit of speed. Oldring’s lips peeled back in a half grin, as he advanced the spark, and the dial advanced to the seventy mark. Then the distance from the car ahead was cut down mer¬ cilessly and it was passed on a clear, straightaway course. Dresbrow of the Flashwell was taken off his guard. Before he realized it, the Ajax was passing him—had passed and was leading. “Go it, Oldring,” Cross mentally cried, “That’s the last one! If we can only hold out to the end!” Then it became a maddening race between those two cars, and making 47 THE ENTERPRISE, T 2 better than a mile a minute, the Ajax was holding her lead in the last lap, when Oldring suddenly slid from the driver’s seat. For some moments past, Walter Cross had detected something wrong in the driver’s manner. He had shouted at Oldring, but received no answer. Therefore when Oldring fell, Cross had his hand on the steering wheel al¬ most instantly and held it steady. He knew the course lay straight to the grand-stand and the finish line. He knew that the Flashwell was at his heels, ready to shoot past should he hold up the least bit. And so, holding Oldring with his feet, he did what seemed to be the im¬ possible. In that strained position he held the wheel steady and let the Ajax do it’s best with the spark high. The great throng which packed the grand-stand and crowded both sides of the track, saw a spectacle that could never be forgotten. Two cars were rushing toward the finishing line like race horses, but the leading car was driven by the mechanician, leaning sidewise to grip the wheel, all the while holding his unconscious companion securely between his feet. Thus the Ajax roared over the finish line, a winner. Walter pulled down the spark, shut off the throttle, and found the brakes. Behind him the howling crowd was swarming on the course. Gradually Cross brought the car to a full stop. Oldring stirred. “What—what’s the matter?” he muttered thickly. Cross gripped him by the shoulder and lifted him to the seat. The man filled his lungs with a great effort and held on with both hands, sitting up limply. “What happened?” he asked. “I—I couldn’t see. I got dizzy and— Good Heavens! did we lose, Cross—did we lose?”’ Ao, we won, said Walter, as shouting swarms of men surrounded them. “But we would have lost if we had not been as near the finishing line as we were, when your heart went back on you.” JOHN E. MENARY, 48 THE ATHELETIC MANAGER’S TROUBLES AST fall I had an idea. It came on me like a bolt from the blue, and for a whole day leap¬ ed and glowed in my imagination like a fire in a trash heap (note the complete figure); and then old lady reason rushed out with a bucket of prac¬ tical sense in one hand and a bucket of possible consequences in the other, and the fire of my idea spluttered and died. Verily, the way of the Ath¬ letic Manager is hard. It might have been hard- In the following chronicle of things as they er. might have been, I beg forgiveness for all personalities involved, and I am thankful that such things were not.—Author s note. j|C sfc Petaluma, California. Dear Ex-Captain Smitty:— Just a line to let you know I got your letter about a year ago, and must have been glad to hear from you, as I don t recollect any feel ing to the contrary. Brown got a hunch. It came on him all of a sudden one afternoon when we were all in the dressing room down at the track. You know, Smitty, we are going to send a team to Napa to compete over there, and the ques¬ tion up for discussion was how they were going to make the trip. V ell, Mills was for going by train, because we would have to stay all night in Santa Rosa and Perc has a girl there. You remember her, Smitty, the little kid with the black curls. Fitz allowed that he wouldn’t go at all if we went by train because it makes hint sea-sick, and besides it costs too much. Bob was for hiring the Kalish taxi; you know the auto stand is at the place where Bob works, and I guess Bob was figuring on a rake off. But Fitz said that the taxi was too darn expensive and we ought to be able to all squeeze into Garins’ tub (Fitz also looking for a rake off). But Bob said: “If there is going to be any squeezing, I’m going to stay home. 49 THE) ENTERPRISE, T 2 Well, we scrapped about it quite a while, and Fat Robinson said he’d go only on one condition and that was that we hire the auto truck and run an excursion. Fitz hurt my feelings pretty bad; he said if I were any kind of a manager, T d hint around Mr. Smith and get him to take 11s over in his machine for nothing. Bob, (with his eves still on that rake-off) wanted to know if Fitz had ever seen Mr. Smith ' s machine, and Fitz said “No,” and Bob said, “Cut that hint stuff! I want to get to the field meet. Rayme. (this to me) hire the Kalish taxi or I stay home! ’ Well, then to cap the climax. Mart up and refuses to go at all and you know we have to have him to make any kind of a showing, and when I asked him why, he said: “Do you think I want to go in any of those dog-goned old fashioned ways? I want to go in an aeroplane, or I stay home!” Somebody remarked that it was too bad that Drees and Spridgen were so stingy with their old wa- gons, and Mart said he wished he had an auto, and Fitz said, “I bet you wouldn’t take us over if you did.” And Mart said, “I would—for twenty dollars.” Just about that time Brown made one of his foolish remarks, but this one was more foolish than usual. “I wish the Board of Education would buy an auto for the Athletic Association,” he said. Well, Smitty, we were all looking for an outlet for our feelings, so we all piled on Brown and beat him up a bit. And we’d have beat him up more if he hadn’t been sick with appendicitis or something like that. I guess it did him good though, because as soon as he was able to sit up and take notice, his face lit up with the first glow of real sense seen thereon in several days, and he spit it out, Smitty. No, not his teeth, but the real idea of the century; the turning point in our athletic career, destined to make a tradition for Petaluma High School. Hurrah, Smitty, we re going to do it! The whole school is crazy about it. We ' re buying dope enough to float a battleship and we’ve got a stack of coupons as high as a house. Do you get me, Smit¬ ty? The whole school is going to club together and win the Clark Auto for the Athletic Association! Yours till the proverbial snowball fails to melt, RAYME. j|c j|c ;fi ;jc P. S. The latest scrap is as to who is going to be official chauffeur. Any bone-head would realize that the track manager should do it. But Gee, Smitty, it’s a swell chance I got! Brown thinks he ought to do it, be¬ cause it’s his idea, (and I pause to remark that it’s a swell chance he’s got on that stall.) And Bob says he’ll quit athletics if he can’t do it. And Thomas says he ' s the only logical candidate because he’s had experience. When he said that Fitz laughed like the dickens and said: “Say, Tonimy, 5 ° TH ' B ENTERPRISE, ’i 2 if you call it experience running that road mouse of yours, I bid for the job from my experience running a coaster when I was a kid. Gee, they’ve o-ot some great coasting hills in Angels Camp ; and besides, I have a bro¬ ther that’s an auto racer.” Mart is slightly undecided, as usual, Smitty. He says lie’s going to quit school if the school hasn’t got SPIRIT enough to buv DOPE enough to get TICKETS enough to win the auto; that he wouldn’t ride in the thing for a salary; that he won’t go out for Athletics unless he can take it home and use it whenever he wants to, besides, he says lie’s going to quit school next week, anyhow. I don’t know what to do about Mart, RAY. P. P. S. Mr. Smith thinks a faculty member ought to run it. His own machine is broken again or yet, I don’t know which, so I guess lie’s out for the job himself. ;ji Petaluma, California. Dear Smitty: Wow!! Wow!! SMITTY We! We! !!!!!!! Holy Muckeye !!!!!!!! Holv Berkeleyites !!!!!!!! WE GOT THE AUTO! ! ! ! ! W-O-W! Everybody’s doing it! Smitty, doin’ what? Why training, you bone head, riding over to the track in the machine! They all go over just for the ride. Smitty, I ' ve got a capital idea! Everybody has to sign a set of articles before he can ride in the machine, and if he breaks them, he has to walk. Well ' , forty-eight signed up the first night and Gee, Smitty! the most we could get in the machine, by piling six on the radiator, two on each mud guard, and three astraddle the wind shield, was twenty-two. AH the other fellows crabbed like the deuce and threatened to get drunk, and smoke cig- aretts, and eat pies and stay up all night, and in fact do everything forbid¬ den by the rules. But I thought of a scheme. I had the whole bunch get out and I went down to Zartman’s and got a couple of good, second¬ hand wagons and tied them on behind, and Gee, they worked great! We can haul the whole forty-eight now, but they have to walk up the hill. I forgot to tell you how we arranged the chauffeur question. You know Mr. Smith has the most pull, so he was unanimously appointed by himself to be chauffeur, but when he saw the outfit we had fixed up he said “Good-night.” (You know, he didn’t really say it, Smitty. He NEVER uses slang , he just thought it), and .said he’d be busy with meet;- 5i THE ENTERPRISE, T 2 ings of the Patroness Club every night for a year. So we decided to let Drees run it for the PRESENT, and when the Interclass comes off the man that makes the most points is to run it. That way appealed to the fellows, not because it is particularly fair, but because every one of the fellows is so darn conceited, that each thinks he is going to run it. In the meantime it’s up to me to keep postponing that Interclass till after the last field day, because one thing is sure; after the Interclass meet, there will only be two fellows training, the man who earned the right the run the auto and myself. Yours, P. S. Honk! Honk! RAYME. ;Jc if. Petaluma, California. Dear Smitty:— I’ll do my best to write you a few lines, but it’s pretty slow work because I can only use my arm, a little while at a time. It’s a lot more peaceful here in the ward since they moved Fitz out. He scrapped so much with Brown and Mart that the nurse thought it would be best for the health of all of us if they would put Fitz off in a room by him¬ self. Fat Robinson came in to see us just now, and he said that Fitz had got next to the red headed nurse and she fed him on swell eats—like ice cream and cake and things like that and takes his pulse all the time, and Fitz lays there and pretends to be awful sick and .she sits and watches him like he was about ready to croak. Oh, Gee, Smitty, it makes me sick! You know what ought to be done to him? He ought to be shut up in a dun¬ geon and fed on mince pies, BAKER’S mince pies, Smitty. You know he don’t like them any more .since that time he ate six for lunch and got sick on them. It’s) all his fault, Smitty, old boy. but of course, he lays it to Mart, who by the was has onlv two broken ribs, and HE lays it to Brown, who by the same way, has four broken ribs, and Brown lavs it to me for taking seriously his idea of winning the blamed old aut and there you are. I’ll tell you, it was Fitz’ fault, because Thomas got so he could beat Fitz in the sprints and Fitz saw his chance of being chauffuer rapidly slipping away, so he started to make trouble. So he came to me and thus began: “Rayme, the machine is costing the .school a lot of money and isn’t, making anything.” (which is awful true, Smitty,) “and so, I suggest that I take it over to the train and haul passengers up town.” That sounded about as reasonable as anv of Fitz’s philosophv ever does, so I let him go, and the first dog-goned thing he did was to hit off for Santa Rosa as fast as he could go. I was going home about twelve, and Fitz passed me like a streak. There was a girl in the front seat with Fitz and I don’t know who she vr a.s. but I threatened to tell another girl , that is also a neach, but has¬ n’t got black hair, and Fitz said that if I did he’d quit athletics, so, for the good of the track team, I didn’t. Next day Fitx turned in 25c as re¬ ceipts and a bill of $3.25 for gasoline. 52 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 Well we had to get a new plan of proceedure after that and this js it: Each fellow gets one day according to the alphabetical order, and on that dav he can run the machine as far as he wants to, but he has to be on hand to tend to all official business, and to transport the fellows 1 over to the track and back. This plan works all right, but it ' s rather wearing on the machine because it never gets a rest except when it breaks down, which is quite often lately. The girls are kicking, in their silly way, because they say that they did the most to win the machine (and I guess they did, Smitty; powder and paint and things like that, you know), and now they don’t get any use out of it. Well, I told them that it was in the agree¬ ment that anyone who wished to ride in the auto must sign the training rules and live up to them. That didn’t satisfy them much, but we had it on them there, and they couldn’t kick. I don’t care, Smitty, I don t like girls anyhow, collectively, I mean—they are all right individually. Any¬ how, if they want to ride in autos they ought to get next to some of the fel¬ lows around town. But the accident, Smitty. Gee, but it was a beaut; I wish you could have been in it. It happened just this side of Santa Rosa. We were on our way to the field meet with both trailers on and Mart driving. We were having a lot of fun; every time we met a rig, we’d go straight at them, as if we were going right into them and then Mart would swing suddenly to one side, and the old trailers would swing around like the end man in a game of snap-the-whip. I suppose you can guess what happened. Mart forgot to turn back suddenly enough, because Fitz was pounding him over the head with a suitcase, by way of amusement, and so the machine went over into a ditch and the trailers came over after us, and that’s the last I remember. My arm hurts so I guess I ll close. Oh yes! About the field day. San¬ ta Rosa won in a walk. We didn’t enter a team at all because none of the fellows regained consciousness in time. The next time I manage a track team, I won’t. Yours, RAYME. P. S. Fitz i.s crabbing because I didn’t work the junk dealer for mon¬ ey enough to pay our hospital bill. Fitz is the crabbiest guy I ever saw. I bet if the old machine had conle over on top of him he’d be crabbing now because there was too much fuel in that place where Fitz can go if he don t like the price I got. (For various reasons this story is anonymous.) CfS. S 3 THE PINE TREE AND THE PROMISE BOUT one hundred years ago a band of fifty Spaniards settled in an old fort in central California. A few miles up the river was a larger settlement and from there they obtained grain which they planted in the clearing which they made about the fort. Their crops were good giving them an abundance for the winter which set in with many hard rains. Hunters that stopped over night told of heavy snows in the mountains and of the many elk and deer which had been driven down by the severity of the winter. Then a band of Indians came. They were nearly famished; for, as the elk and deer left, food became more and more scarce in the mountains, and now they came to the fort to ask for food. The men at the fort had plenty so they fed the Indians and gave them shelter. The next day t!he chief spoke to the captain of the settlement: “Much land here—good land.” The captain assented and the Indian continued in a matter-of-fact tone: “We stay.” Then the captain spoke in the Indian’s own tongue: “There is plenty of room here and we can give you grain to plant.” If the chief was surprised he did not show it but another thing he did show, by the light in his eyes and his words, and that was gratefulness, “Always we will be friends to you—to your men”—-then, that there might be an enduring sign of this promise, he pointed to a magnificent pine which stood outlined against the sky, straight and beautiful, and said, “Even as long as God lets that tree stand there so straight.” The Spaniard, too, looked toward the tree and was satisfied for he said, “And we to you.” So the compact between them, between the band of Indians and the Span¬ iards, was made and for more than fifty years was well kept. Then the old chief died, his son taking his place and new men came to the settlement. The old captain died too and his son, the only other one that understood the Indian’s language well, left for the larger settle¬ ment. Often the Spaniards were unfair to the Indians and misunderstood them, but just as everything in nature seemed to mean more to the Indians than to the white men, so the tree and its meaning was very real to them and they kept the word of their old chief, even when treated most unfair- 54 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 ly. The Spaniards seemed to forget the promise, they encroached on the lands which the Indians held, things went from bad to worse and then one night a most unusual thing occurred. A cyclone came which swept up the mountain side uprooting trees, destroying hunters’ cabins and having done so much damage its fury increased, it caught the mighty pine tree and twisted it most terribly, breaking the heavy bark almost the full length of the tree and uprooting, ever so little, but enough that it no longer stood straight. The cyclone passed onward and soon died out. Morning came and the chief saw the tree. Many of his men had come, too, and stood around him. All knew what he must be thinking of and wondered what his decision would be; hitherto he had silenced every -suggestion of fighting. Then finally he spoke, “We will fight now.” A council was held and plans made to surprise the fort and revenge the wrongs which had become more unbearable as time had passed. When the council ended preparations were made for an attack that night. A settler returning from a hunt saw the Indians in their council and hastened to the fort. The consternation was very great for many of the men were away hunting, leaving a comparatively small number there and for many reasons it was impossible to abandon the fort, so a messenger was sent immediately to the larger settlement. He reached there late in the afternoon for he went on foot in order that if he -should be seen by the In¬ dians he would be taken for an ordinary hunter. Many men made ready and left the settlement just at sundown, among them was the old captain’s son. Meanwhile the Indians, having made all preparations set out and soon lav in ambush around the fort and waited for night to come when sud¬ denly, though very quietly, a scout came to the chief with the news that aid was on the way from the settlement. The only hope for the Indians was to attack immediately, the signal for attack was given, the Indians rushed on the fort and began the attack fiercely. The anxiety in the fort was very great because of the small amount of ammunition and fear lest aid .should not be able to reach them in time. Each attempt to enter the fort was checked by the- brave and almost desperate fighting of the Spaniards then, at last a gate was broken down and the entrance defended only by men who no longer had ammunition. Then with a great shout the men from the settlement rode into the clearing, 55 T HI Ei ENTERPRISE, T 2 The Indians turned from the gate terrified and ran for their horses, and fled on them, pursued closely by the newcomers. The horses of the In¬ dians ran swiftly but the chief knew that they had very little chance to es¬ cape. He gave an order, the Indians turned and headed their horses against their pursuers, all to no avail, they were turned back without ac¬ complishing anything. The chief and his son were riding in advance of the others when sud¬ denly his horse fell. Immediately his son jumped from his horse and gave it to the chief, who mounted and turning the horse ordered the Indians to stop Then he made a sign of truce which the pursuers accepted, and rode swiftly to the leader who was the old captain’s son, and p romised that there should be no further atacks and offered to give himself up to save him men. The leader knew of all the unfairness that had been done to the Indians, so he accepted the Indian ' s promise, but allowed the chief to return to his men and made a promise himself that there should be no more unfairness. So led by their chief the Indians returned to their lands. The old .captain’s son became captain at the fort, for the other had been wounded in the fight and went to the hospital at the larger settle¬ ment and later obtained a position there. It took a long time for the brok¬ en bark of the old tree to heal and it was a long time before the Indians regained full confidence in the Spanish, but the second promise between them was never broken. LEOLA PINGER. 56 THE TITANIC While the stars in all their luster shone And the moon dispelled her silver light, Beneath the sky’s unfathomed dome The waves rolled onward, green and bright. Majestic in a power serene That spurned the ocean’s dreaded blue, Across the treacherous sleeping green, The giant ship “Titanic,” flew. And who could tell that to that ship, Now decked with many a lantern gay, The messenger of death should come Before the night had passed away. “Unsinkable,” they termed the craft: How vain the boast they little knew; Aye! knew not till the shock was past, And the dark waters spouted through. Where were her vaunted steel plates then ? Shivered like gauze in the icebergs crush! And the ocean waters swept them in And drowned her crew in its first mad rush. Upon the deck, while the lifeboats dropped, f: A hymn to heaven rose and fell; y And the bell that had called her men to watch Now tolled the vessel’s dying knell. No cowards upon that vessel stood; The old sea-law too well they knew, And fear of death ne-er chilled their blood As from her side the last boat drew. The fleeing women turned to see Their fathers, sons, and husbands die. And hear, as Death his soul set free. Each drowning hero’s parting cry. Oh, ye, who sank to watery graves Who ne’er to loved ones shall return, Though deep you lie in ocean’s caves, Your memories make our blood to burn. For you stayed by the .sinking ship And waiting, dauntless, strong and brave, Ye dared to face the sea’s mad thirst; And your epitaph’s on the unceasing wave— It is “Women and children first!” VINCENT HALEINAN. A SHAKESPERIAN FIELD MEET was late in the afternoon and the library was deserted when Jack Lawrence entered and seated himself in the English alcove. Looking at the books around him, he said to himself, “I don ' t feel any more like writing a paper on ‘Shakespeare ' s Characters ' than I feel like go¬ ing to war. I knew if I went out to train I’d be all in, and I am, but I ' ve either got to write or flunk, so, Jackie, get busy. He worked steadily until it began to grow dusk. “I guess I ' d b etter turn on the lights, he said. Suddenly, before him, he saw a small figure pacing up and down, arms folded across its chest. Where it came from Jack couldn’t imagine, but he had no time to think about it, for just then the figure turned its face to¬ ward him and he recognized William Shakespeare. “Am I dreaming? Jack thought. But no! those features were too fa¬ miliar to be mistaken and Jack became more and more puzzled. “Where can Shylock be? he heard the figure say, “he promised to be here at one, and it ' s half past now. Just then another figure appeared, in a long, red tunic, certainly a Ven¬ etian. “Welcome, Antonio, old boy,’ said Shakespeare, “seen anything of Shjloek? “No, and I don ' t want to, replied Antonio, “he is apt to beat Bassanio in the mile and I hope he doesn ' t show up. “Well, we ' ll get busy, anyhow. Shakespeare said, and the two men began to measure and mark very earnestly. From their talk Jack decided that this was to be a great field meet. Soon a man and a lady appeared. The man walked out to the track and Jack saw that he was tall and dark and on his head was a crown which would persist in sliding all around, until it finality rested over one car. Jack laughed at the sight and recognized the man who had “murdered his sleep for several nights, a few weeks previous. Turning his attention to the grandstand, Jack saw that the lady was very beautiful. Dressed in gorgeous robes she made an imposing figure and he noticed that she rub- 58 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 bed her hands together continually, so he decided that she was Lady Mac¬ beth. Several other characters had arrived, one of whom Jack -surmised was Bassanio, because he stayed so close to Antonio. The others he did not know and was not interested in. Poor Shakespeare was nearly frantic because Shvlock had not appeared and when he saw someone else coming he ran to meet him to learn some news of the absent one. The late arrival 1 shook his head in answer to Shakespeare’s excited inquiry and as he came nearer Jack recognized Jul¬ ius Caesar. “Well, Fll be—,” exclaimed Jack, “if there isn’t my old friend, Julius.” “Antony come yet?” he heard Caesar ask. “Not vet,” Shakespeare ans¬ wered and turned away to greet a new arrival with his same question as to Shvlock’s whereabouts. The newcomer was a tall, thin man and Shakes¬ peare called him Cassius. “Well 1 , if he isn’t a bean pole,” thought Jack, “I don’t blame Caesar for saying he had a dean and hungry look.’ Why he’s worse than the Fort Bragg boys.” The grandstand was rapidly filling with beautiful ladies in magnificent robes and old men in richly colored tunics. Beside Lady Macbeth sat a young lady, whom Jack knew to be Portia because she watched Bassanio so constantly. As Jack looked around, recognizing some and entirely ignorant concern¬ ing others, a man and a woman entered the stand. The man found a seat, led his lady to it and told her to -stay there until he came back. She sat down very meekly and folded her hands. “That’s Kate, all right,” thought Jack. “She’s certainly tamed some.” Behind them were two young and beautiful ladies, escortd by two hand¬ some gentlemen, Valentine and Proteus, who, after seating, the ladies, walked arm in arm to the track. They were also met by Shakespeare and had to give him the same answer, that they knew nothing whatever about Shylock. Shakespeare then took the megaphone and asked: “Has anyone here seen Shylock?” Instantly everyone was excited, but no one had any idea where the missing man might be. Poor Jessica, high up in the grand¬ stand, became hysterical and Lorenzo had to leave his position as starter and go to comfort her. Valentine and Proteus volunteered to go and find Shylock and after waving adieu to Silva and Julia in the grandstand, they started off. Somewhat relieved, Shakespeare blew a whistle and the meet commenced. The crowd was immense and here and there Jack could see familiar faces. It seemed a poor meet to him, for the different officials- would take 59 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 their places and run, and after the race would go back to their positions. “Crazy way to do things,” Jack thought to himself. He could see Julius Caesar pole vaulting in competition with Hamlet; and Brutus running the hurdles, trying to beat Macbeth, who had laid aside his wobbly crown. He didn’t see that anyone won anything and everything seemed muddled up, when suddenly he heard, “First call for the mile.” “My race,” he thought, “I wonder :if they will break my record.” At that moment Valentine and Proteus ran up. “Shylock—in—the— jug,” they panted and then the whole place seemed a perfect bedlam. “What? What do you say?” cried Shakespeare, but the men were too exhausted to talk. At last they managed to tell how Shylock had started late for the meet and in his hurry had sprinted down the .street. He had crossed the bridge faster than six miles an hour and a policeman standing on the other side had immediately arrested him. A large bail was requir¬ ed to get him out. Shakespeare immediately announced that the meet would be discontinu¬ ed while he took up a collection to bail Shylock out of prison, so the mile race could be run. He passed among the spectators and all gave generously. Dainty Oph¬ elia, sitting between Mistress Page and Mistress Ford, took here eyes away from Hamlet long enough to give her contribution; old Polonius stopped talking politics with Banquo to give his share and so the fund was raised. After getting all the contributions, Shakespeare suddenly appeared be¬ fore Jack and uttered a loud scream. “Look at this creature who has been watching our meet,” he cried and siezing Jack by the shoulder he shook him roughly, until the boy raised his head and looked around him dazedly. There stood his friend, Bob, who had come to turn on the lights in the library. “And this is the way you write compositions,” he said, laughingly. “Well, anyway,” Jack answered, “I would like to have known if Shylock broke my record.” GERALDINE BOOTHE. 60 JUST FOR A GIRL I” Strand, sat. in the shade of the old elm tree on the campus at Ashby, with Inis back lazily propped up against its trunk, watching the football squad kick the ball around the field. As he watched his mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. First he decided he was through with football for good and all, then he remembered how a certain girl, whose good opin¬ ion he cared much for, had expressed her delight when he had told her that he was going to try to make a place on the football team and resolved anew at the thought of the scorn that was in her voice as she reproved him for quitting, when he told her what had happened the day before. As he thought over the events during practice of the previous day, from the time that he had been called down by the coach before the whole crowd, and shown up by “Peanuts” Dole, the smallest member of the squad, to the mo¬ ment that he had thrown down his suit in anger and disgust, because he thought that he was not getting a square deal, and declared that he was through football and the “whole darn bunch,” he became more and more ashamed of himself at the babyish way in which he had acted, but his pride kept him from going back and trying to make up with the follows. And so “Si” went on for three days, his pride obstinately keeping him from that which his heart desired most, namely, football and the respect of a certain brown eyed damsel. “Si” was not greatly missed on the football squad, for he had not piac- ticed long enough to show his true worth and besides Chet Boyd, who played fullback on last year’s team, was trying out for the team this year. When “Si” first went out, fullback was the place he wished for and not without good cause, for he possessed all the qualities demanded in a good fullback, except the ability to hold the ball and that could be acquired by practice ' He was a splendid kicker, swift on his feet and when once start¬ ed he could hurl his 180 pounds of brawn through a stone wall defense, but it seemed he could not hold the ball to save his neck, in fact, it was his continuous fumbling that had brought the wrath of the Coach upon his head and caused him to be shown up by Dole, who never fumbled. At the end of the third day after “Si’s” outburst, Charlies Coy, the coach, who realized that it would be possible to make a good football play- 61 TH ' B ENTERPRISE, T 2 er out of Si, with practice, went to see him and tried to get him to come out and practice again, but Si obstinately refused. The next day when Coy went to the football field, the first thing he saw was Si, togged out in his football suit, hard at work trying to catch and hold the ball. Hie smiled, thinking that Si s earnest efforts were the results of his call. However, in this he was mistaken. It was old Rumor, who had done the work, for Si heard that the damsel with the brown eves had been seen out walking with Chet Boyd the last couple of days. That decided Si instantly. He resolv- ed then and there, to show her that lie wasn’t such a quitter after all and that he could play just as good football as Chet Boyd or anybody else. Si practiced steadily for three weeks and made such good progress that Coy and Cap Evans decided to give him a chance Saturday against Guil¬ ford Academy, the last game before the big contest between Ashby Acad¬ emy, Si’s Alma Mater, and Hover’s prep, school. When Saturday came Si was happy, for that morning the brown eyed maid had smiled upon him most bewitchingly, and besides he was on the field limbering up with the team, while Bovd stood warming his toes on the side line. Alas, poor Si! his happiness was short-lived. For fifteen min¬ utes he played marvelous ball, making a touch down and kicking two goals; then all of a sudden he seemed to go all to pieces. He could no more hold the ball when it was thrown to him than fly. He handled it as if it were red hot, and lost it ten yards from the other side’s goal, giving them a chance to score. Evans, fearing the game would be lost by Si’s fumbles, banished him to the side lines and put Boyd in his place. After Boyd entered the game both sides took a race and there was no further scoring done. Ashby’s goal was threatened several times, but a “last ditch stand,” coupled with a number of long drop kicks by Boyd which sent the ball into the enemy’s territory, saved the day. The next week was an unhappy one for Si. Charlie Coy was the only one that still had any hope for him. Although he had been discouraged at first at what happened Saturday he realized that the only chance he had to redeem himself in the eyes of his schoolmates, and a certain pair of girl¬ ish brown eyes, was to practice till he could hold that bail and not let it get away from him. Practice he did. Every morning and afternoon when the rest of the squad was resting up for the big game with Hover’s. Coy had him out catching the ball until he got so lie could be depended on to get it and hold it. At. last Saturday arrived. It was a perfect day for a great game. The grandstand and bleachers were a solid mass of waving color; on the one side the Crimson of Hover ' s, on the other side the purple of Ashby’s. Although Coy wanted to put Si in the game, Cap Evans was afraid to trust him and put Boyd at fullback to the delight of the Ashby rooters, who 62 T HE ENTERPRISE, ' 12 had lost all faith in Si. In the first half the score was 0-0; both sides fought as hard as they knew how, but neither side was able to gam any no¬ ticeable advantage; most of Hover’s playing being directed against Boyd seemingly with the desire of putting him out, for they had heard that Si was the only substitute and was an awful fumbler. At the start of the sec¬ ond half Hover went after Boyd again, this time with better results, for he was tackled hard by Hover’s left end a nd knocked out. When they saw that Boyd was unable to continue, a groan went up from the Ashby root¬ ers. Now thought they, Si will spoil it all with his fumbling and at first it looked as if they were right, for when he dropped back to take the ball when Hiover was forced to kick, he fumbled what ought to have been an easy catch. However, he partly redeemed himself by snatching it up quickly and making a 30-yard run through a scattered field before downed. As the game progressed the ball was taken from one end of the field to the other, but neither side was able to force it over their opponent’s goal. Then like a bolt out of a clear sky, came what seemed to be sure defeat for Ashby. Si fumbled the ball on an end run near Hover’s goal, and the Hover half-back snatched it up and made a touch-down, making the score five to nothing. On his try for the goal he failed to convert the ball, fall¬ ing short by ten yards. Si felt desperate; he had to redeem himself some how, that was all there was to it, so he hedged Evans to give him the ball again. Evans reluctantly did so, half dreading another fumble, but know¬ ing that if anybody could break through Hover’s line, Si was the man. Si made two desperate plunges through Hover s line, gaining sixteen yauls. Then on a trick play, Evans sent him around left end. Si caught the ball on a dead run and hugging it to his breast, he charged down the field with the determination to make that goal or die in the attempt. He dodged man after man, until there was only one Hover, but the best tackier on the team, left between him and the goal. A dead silence fell on the looters. Would the Hover man stop the charging Si, or would Si evade him, too. The crowd sat tense in their seats watching the flying Si. Then a roar of delight from the Ashbyites,, and a groan of despair from the Hover root¬ ers arose from the mass of frenzied onlookers, for they saw Si leap clear of the outstretched arms of the Hover player, as he made a wild lunge for Si’s legs, and continue to the goal, making the score five to five. Now, if Si would only convert the try the game would be won, for but a min¬ ute of play yet remained. As Si set himself to make the kick, the crowd again became silent. Hie took three short strides and booted the ball with all the strength of his powerful leg, making a perfect kick, the ball sailing high over the center of the cross bar, just as the referee’s whistle announc- ed the end of the game. 63 TBE ENTERPRISE, ’12 The crowd surged down on to the field and bore Si triumphantly on their shoulders to the club house, not, however, before he had felt the warm pressure of a little hand upon his and had looked into two happy brown eyes and had .seen there something which made him forget the world and joyous throng about him. At last Si was happy. He had shown her, and them, that he wasn’t such a dub after all. HERMAN RAYMAKER. MAUD FTER a great deal of coaxing, Dad at last gave his con¬ sent to the girls purchasing Maud: Bess and Ruth, a few days before had seen a sign, “Nice gentle donkey for sale, Cheap ’ so they rushed home and told mother and father all about it, and never ceased telling until Dad, I guess in desperation, decided to let them have the animal. She arrived at half past ten the next morning and both girls fairly flew through their dusting to get out to her. Of course they came nigh to blows as to which should have the first ride but at last through some compro¬ mise Bess was to be first. After a half hour’s tugging and pulling they succeeded in getting the bridle on and the next step was to get Bess on her back. Ruth got a box and Bess jumped up and was about to bestride the donkey when Maud walked calmly along to a stray piece of hay. Thus they followed her round and round the yard until finally it occurred to the girls that they might have better success if they tied her to a post. You see, this was their first experience. So Bess managed to mount and soon they were off: just outside the gate Maud spied a large sand pile in the distance and made a wild dash for it. I came around the corner just in time to give a warning scream but Bess remained where she was, quite unaware of the coming performance. Maud started down on all fours and Bess slid off. took a roll or two and landed at the bottom of the sand pile. Bess readily offered a ride to Ruth who was a trifle nervous about ac¬ cepting but wouldn’t give in to her fear for all the world. Maud was led in again, tied up, and Ruth succeeded in mounting her quite skillfully. I opened the gate and zip—Maud went like a streak for about two blocks, stopping right on the car track and firmly placing her two front feet just inside the track. The car was coming full speed. The motorman dangled the bell with extra force but not a move could Ruth exert from Maud. The policeman rushed up and gave her a bang with his club and the motor- man gave her a kick but in spite of all persuasion, Maud remained where she was. That night poor Dad in some miraculous way managed to lead her home and tied her securely in her stall, so securely in fact, that by morning, through vigorous kicking, the door was reduced to splinters. On that day Maud was gladly GIVEN back to her former owner. 64 TliE PRISONER H, yes father, baby and I will be all right until you return.” Ten year old Grace Ward said this to her father as he rode away on his horse to the nearest station, a distance oi twenty miles. Mr. Ward left about noon and expected to be back about sun down. It was in the early days of California, and Mr. Ward had come from Pennsylvania with his family five years earlier and located at the foot of a beautiful wooded mountain, which rose from a small, but very fertile val- lev. The family had become accustomed to the pioneer life and had lived very happily until suddenly interrupted by the death of Mrs. Ward, a year previous to this, leaving the care of her four year old daughter to Grace. There were many wild animals in the mountains back of the little home, but they were seldom seen as food was usually plentiful. But this autumn was exceedingly dry and food scarce so panthers were heard howling near at night and bear tracks were seen a few times around the buildings. As evenine- approached, Grace tended to all the chores and had prepar¬ ed the meal Is the sun hid itself behind the distant hills. It grew dark, still her father did not come, and the baby grew cross so they ate their supper, and Grace put the baby to bed. Then she fastened the wooden shutters over the windows and barred the door of the rude two roomed cabin. She took her “Fairy Tales” from the shelf in the corner, fixed a small fire in the open fireplace and sat down by the light of a candle to read and wait for her father. How long she had read she could not tell but was suddenly awakened from fairy land by the ferocious howl of a panther just outside the door. It alarmed her greatly but she had presence of mind enough to know they were safe, for it could by no manner or means enter the cabin as long as every opening was secure as it now was. The panther walked quietly around the cabin stopping at the windows and every crack of noticeable size, sniffed, scratched noisily and went on to the next with a low growl, when he found he could gain no entrance. He went around the cabin about three times in this way while Grace ner¬ vously paced the floor within, stopping at frequent intervals over the bed of her little sister to assure herself that she still slept. A number of times she started to take the big number ten shotgun from the wall but refrained from doing so; not that she could not shoot it and hit what she aimed at, but she feared she could not see clearly enough 65 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 through the window in the pale moon light to hit the panther and any false attempt would only anger it more. She dared not open the door as their only safety was to keep themselves shut up within the cabin. This had gone on for about five minutes, which seemed almost like eter¬ nity to Grace, when she heard the panther land on the lean-to of the cabin and from this to the roof. She feared no more though now than before for she still felt as safe. She could hear his soft, catlike tread around the roof then it came to a pause at the chimney top. Grace stiffened with fright realizing what might follow, for the chimney lead to the large open throated fireplace which was large enough to give ready admittance to the beast. She dropped to the floor and put her ear close to the ground, for mother eaith was all the floor they had. Her heart leaped with joy for she could hear the distant gallop of a horse and knew her father would soon be home. Some mortar and soot dropped at that instant into the fire¬ place and banished all thoughts of joy. She quickly took the bady from the bed, pulling a heavy coat on her at the same time, unbolted the door and ran out just as the room filled with soot and the cries of the panther as he descended the black channel. She stopped long enough to strongly brace the door and then went down the road to met her father as fast as they could considering that the baby was bare-footed, and left the panther a prisoner where they had been a few minutes before. Mr. Ward was met about a quarter of a mile from the house. The story was soon told by the excited girl. He lifted the girls on the horse with him and they were soon at the prison home. The candle had burned entirely out after Grace had left but nobody would doubt the cabin was occupied for frequent howls rose from it. Mr. Ward decided he could do nothing until morning as it was so dark in the cabin. The three made themselves as comfortable as possible in the lean-to where several blankets and skins were stored. But there was little sleep for any of them as the panther kept continually reminding them of their imprisoned guest. It was a wel¬ come dawn that finally appeared and Mr. Ward pulled the latch so that he could shoot the panther but Grace insisted that she should shoot it for she said it was her prisoner. FLORA M. CHURCH. 66 A BACHELOR’S CLUB URROUNDED by luxurious apartments and confronted by a splendid display of silver and china, sat the members of the Comrade Club at their tenth annual meeting and banquet. At the head of the table sat the Honorable Jack Carey, the toastmaster of the club. He now surprised his friends by violently shoving back his chair, and began: “Comrades and brothers,” he coughed twice. “ This is the tenth annual meeting of our class of ’02. Each year we recall all the foolish promises and vows we made when we finished school and started forth into the world. Each year some of our members have had a sorrowful tale to tell us, of how they have lost their hearts. This year we hoped to hear from our one whole-hearted member, Durwood,” and he pointed in the direc¬ tion of the guilty man. Durwood was the youngest, best looking and wealthiest member. “He alone has honored his ancient pledge. We have tried to convince him of his folly, but, he absolutely refuses to pay any at¬ tention to our wishes. Therefore, I make a motion that we institute a bach¬ elor’s tax. All in favor of this, signify by ‘ayes.’ ” Everyone was laughing by this time, and everyone approved. A weak protest issued from the foot, of the table where Durwood sat. Now to fix the amount of this tax. What do you consider a just amount, Thomas?” Thomas thus .suddenly called upon for advice, couldn’t think for some time. Finally he managed to collect hi.s senses and suggest that twenty- dollars would be a suitable amount for the privilege of remaining free. He also added this would be a nice little addition to the reserve fund of the club. So the plan was passed and the bachelor s tax was instituted. “Durwood,” he now added, amid numerous cries of “Speech! Speech’” “have you anything to say?”’ Slowly Durwood arose, and said: “Boys, what you ask of me is impossi¬ ble ! So give me a receipt for the first payment; and to whom shall I make the check payable?” With jokes and laughter the evening quickly passed, and all the mem¬ bers pronounced this the jolliest meeting during the life of the cl ' ub. At half past twelve, Jack Carey declared the meeting adjourned, and with a merry twinkle in his eye, said: “Married men to the left; bachelors to the right.” 67 THE ENTERPRISE, T 2 Thus it was that Durwoocl found himself separated from his compan¬ ions, but he took the joke in the best possible manner. The next morning the members all met again to say good-bve. The committee would in¬ form them later, where and when the next meeting would be held. So, with many shaking of hands, and words of remembrance, they parted. Durwood was bored, and his whole manner and actions showed it.; he walked slowly into his batchelor apartments, and for a short time sat by the window, watching the crowds in the streets hurrying to escape the rain¬ storm which had suddenly come up. He grew tired of this and was just about to drop off to sleep, when the butler entered and handed him a let¬ ter with the old familiar seal of the Comrade Club. Rousing himself, he tore open the letter and read: Dear Old Pal:— You are already aware that our annual spread and meeting will take place the tenth of June, in San Francisco. We beg to announce that the majority of members wish to make it a ‘Ladies Night,’ It is up to you to bring a lady. Yours Truly, COMMTTEE. “Ah,” and Durwood arose and paced the room trying to think. “No, I won’t be a quitter, even if I have to take my sister,” lie mused. Durwood had long been contemplating a trip home, but never felt that he could be spared from his law office and work. He called up his partner, and told him to secure an assistant, as lie wished to go east in a dav or so. It was now the last week of April and Durwood realized that he must act quickly. His partner was very glad that he was going to take a much needed vacation. Durwood left for the east and his home the evening of the following day. He wondered what his friends would think of his sud¬ den departure. But, he was resolved to return in time for the banquet and have a young lady with him. Two weeks before the meeting the committee received a telegram from Durwood, saying that he had been delayed in the east on business, but would be with them on the tenth; accompanied by Mrs. Durwood. It was not long before the news spread. Why, of course, he had been detained on business. The committee went ahead with its preparations and soon everything was in readiness. Durwood and his wife would return from the east on the morning train, and in the evening he would come up to San Francisco. The members were all anxious to meet the woman who had won Dur- wood’s heart. At last the eventful evening arrived and the large banquet hall was fill¬ ed with men and women. About half past nine Durwood arrived and everyone was anxious to meet his wife. They were both showered with conrratulations and good wishes. Dinner progressed nicely, Durwood sitting to the right of the toastmast- ter, as a monarch restored to his throne. Subsequently when the clamor T H ' E; ENTERPRISE, ’12 of “Speech, Durwood, Speech,” subsided, Durwood arose to respond, the ladies expected something sensational. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he commenced, “believing honesty to be the best policy—sometimes, I have a confession to make. The truth of the mat¬ ter is—” Airs. Durwood now began to examine the lace on her handkerchief and was biting her lip to keep from laughing. “I must again introduce the young woman who has accompanied me. Comrades, allow me to present to you Mrs. Tack Durwood, my sister-in- law.” The men sat and stared at each other in astonishment. When Durwood had returned home he was just in time for his brother’s wedding; and on his return to California he was accompanied by his brother Jack and his wife, who had entered into the joke on Durwood’s friends. From the lat¬ est accounts of the Comrade Club, the reserve fund is steadily increasing. LORETTA GALLAGHER. LATE It was a jolly high school girl, She stoppeth one of three, “By thy rosy cheek and happy smile. Now wherefore stop’s! thou me?” “Come quick, ’round yonder corner:” She laughingly ’gan say, “They’re taking moving pictures “And I tho’t you’d like to stay.” They hastened toward the gathering crowd, Ne’er glancing at the clock, And fell in with some high school girls, Who quite took up the block. Then came the thrilling bank robbery, Which quite a while did last ; And when they glanced up at the clock, Alas! ’twas quarter past! “What shall we do?” one poor girl cried, “I’m sure we’ll all be canned!” Another said, “Let’s join the boys, “And go up in their band.” Step after step, step after step. They climbed that high school hill; And as their thoughts reach to the top, They felt their hearts stand still. And when their master faced them, Oh, how his voice did roar! And each and every culprit felt Like sinking through the floor. After his angry lecture, He took down every name; And made them bring excuses To account for their deed of shame. But did this end the punishment? You will be sad to learn, He took away their privileges. Until the end of the term. But after their short vacation They really laughed out loud; And came back to their studies, A gayer, wiser crowd. C. G. K. ’ 12. 69 SIR ROGER ON SLANG These be the stops that hinder study quite And train our intellects to vain de¬ light.—Shakespeare. S I was yesterday walking about the city in the company of my good friend, Sir Roger, we chanced to meet a num¬ ber of students returning from their studies, book-laden and boisterous. I could not help noticing that Sir Roger, although a friend of the young, frowjned upon them with evident disfavor, whereupon I inquired of him as to the reason of it. Tie remarked that he was no doubt growing old and would have gone no fur¬ ther had I not urged him to speak what v r as in. his mind. “If I meet a student,” he began, “do I expect him to be a well-spoken voting person? No, I am not even sure of his perfect sanity. Although he spends much time in striving to grasp new ideas, his sole way of ex¬ pressing his success in this feat in his conversation is ‘I get you, guy His most ardent admiration is uttered in the words ‘some class’ and he por- tra)S his deepest despair by groaning with drooping head ' good night “Why,” the good old gentleman continued, somewhat heated in his argu¬ ment, “it is almost impossible to conduct a conversation with an enthus¬ iastic student without being versed in some of these expressions and if anyone ventures to use his slang for a second season there is always somebody ready to call him a ' bromide Even in my young days we in¬ dulged in numerous slang words, but now it is necessary that new expres¬ sions be added with unfailing regularity, so great is the demand for them.” Sir Roger may be somewhat vehement, but I cannot help agreeing with him to some extent in his denunciation of the use to which many •students put the English language. Where do we expect good English to be used if not in our best educational institutions where much time is given to the study of such literature as is conducive to the improvement of the students’ expression? No doubt slang is often useful in stating facts with brevity and it may add to the reputation of the speaker if skillfully used, although to my mind a student who did so unusual a thi ng as to totally omit slang from his conversation would soon become a person of distinc¬ tion. Specter of the Spectator, per Frances Brown. 70 Enterprise Published Semi-annually by th Student Body of the Petaluma High School. Volumne 34; No. 1. lEfrtiflnal Mary Magdalene Bower ------- - Editor-in-Chief Assistant Ebitors Helen I. Stratton, Harry E. Brown, Geraldine Booth. Separtments Literary --------- - Frances L. Brown Athletic ----------- Percy A. Mills School ' Notes --------- Helen Olmsted Exchanges ---------- Genevieve Luff Organizations .Harry E. Brown Alumni - -- -- -- -- - Milicent Horwege Commercial - -- -- -- - - Clara Barth Toshes ----------- Herman Raymaker Art. - - - - Martha F. Saline, Hebe Dykes, Everett Linoberg IhtmttEfis tatf Carlton Dorroh - -- -- -- -- - Manager Ruth Oellig - -- -- -- -- Assistant Manager 7 1 GERALDINE BOOTHE Associate Editor HARRY E. BROWN Associate Editor HELEN STRATTON Associate Editor RUTH OELLIG Associate Manage For a number of years past, the need of a new high school has been felt and some effort has been made to get one. And, in order to make the present building do until such a time when another should be erected, various changes have been made, which have served but for a short time. The all important reason for a new school is the lack of room to accom¬ modate new students. This need has been satisfied in the past by enlarg- mg rooms to make a study-hall, and by dividing some of the recitation rooms, and by building an annex for the drawing classes. And still, at the present time, we are more crowded than before, as lhrge classes enter every term. There are many other reasons for a new school—we need practical ap¬ paratus, more studies, offering a wider choice to the student, and as a re¬ sult, more teachers. The present building is most inconvenient for both faculty and students. The light in most of the rooms is very poor, and the heating system, is one of the most inadequate, unsystematical affairs. And, lastly, the appearance of the building, both interior and exterior, is far, far from pleasing. However, through the efforts of Mr. Smith and the help of the Board of Education, we have hopes of having, in the near future, a splendid new high school building, which will be on the same high plane as Petaluma’s new grammar schools, and which will also equal, or rather, surpass the high schools of the neighboring cities. A New High School 74 TEE ENTERPRISE, School Spirit There is a great deal said of loyalty to your school and various ideas as to the meaning of the expression “school spirit” are current. Sometimes we have it, and again we have not. As: long as there is a good time and something for noth¬ ing in view all are sure to have plenty of school spirit, but if it means tak¬ ing an ordinary interest in studies, or a little work, then we are dismally lacking. To some the term brings such thoughts that they immediately clutch their pocket-books when the words “school spirit” are mentioned. But school 1 spirit does not mean to patronize every game or play that the high school gives, but attend some or else you will miss much pleasure that can be found in no other way. No one expects every student to attend absolutely everything that the High School produces, but you are expect¬ ed to have a good word for them instead of continually finding fault. School spirit means taking an interest in school affairs, helping when the opportunity offers, and boosting instead of knocking. One of the largest classes which has graduated from P. H. S. for several years past, is the class of May, 1912. There are thirty in all who have successfully finished the four years’ course, which Is to the good credit of each member. A few dropped out during the earlier years, but those who have continued must feel that they have been well repaid. The class has distinguished itself for the high -standard of work, and its amiability, and it numbers among its members, several who have won high honors on the athletic field. The class has always taken a deep interest in school affairs and now leaves these for greater interests and to advance into broader fields. Vale! Thanks We extend our sincere thanks to Mr. Way for assistance given us, to all those who have contributed to this number, to the students Who have helped in any way whatever and to all those who have taken interest in putting forth this publi¬ cation. COMMERCIAL GRADUATES CLARA BARTH LEONA UTTLEY GRACE INGERSON DELLA COOK IRENE PENN FLORENCE COOK FLORENCE MURPHY GERTRUDE LERER FRANCES GONSALVES M1NNIETTA S. SILVER KATHERINE R. STEGEMANN PETER W. SCHOEN1NGH IOMMENCE1MENT has come again! This marks another year of progressive work in the Commercial Department. This year’s graduating class numbers eleven girls and one boy, this being the largest class of graduates since 1903. Boys seem to be scarce as the records show that since 1903 only five boys have graduated from this department. The daily attendance book shows that there will be a large class next year and that it will, beyond doubt, exceed this year’s class, with probably a few more boys ' . The department now has two teachers: Mr. A. B. Way, who is known to almost everyone residing here as a teacher and friend, and Miss Nina L. Beauchamp, our new teacher, who is fast growing popular among her pu¬ pils. She holds the position of assistant, which has long been needed as the enrollment is increasing each year. The enrollment is now seventy- two, with only forty-eight seats to seat them in our small quarters, and while each is striving to get the correct amount of work done well, it was impossible for one teacher alone to teach all classes. The total enrollment is 245, with ten teachers; seventy-two is practically one-third of the total number of pupils registered, and, therefore, our department should have three teachers. Since the Board of Education appointed Miss Beauchamp last summer, the daily program has been changed to a great extent, Miss Beauchamp 76 ‘ V xi c ; i %1 c • .;%■ v 14 $ : V W ■; t V A • ' ■ «y. vtC ' r- «.y ® | v H ' VA iU fowU Tv Sw4 tfg AL’«M iSiiil . -‘v iHI -• SO lXL : v Iffihe tz t CLARA BARTPI FLORENCE MTJRPHY FLORENCE COOK KATHERINE STEGEMANN WILL SCHOENIGH LEONA UTTLEY GRACE INGERSON FRANCES GONSALVES DELLA COOK THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 has charge of Stenography classes which formerly reported to Mr. Way, the English classes which reported to the regular English class teachers, and the Commercial Law and Geography classes which reported to the prin¬ cipal. Mr. Way supervises the entire force of bookkeepers, has the Pen¬ manship and Spelling classes, and sees that the pupils in the twpewnting room do not make too many mistakes and use the erasers, which is often shown on returned lessons. In March Mr. Woodson of the Remington Typewriter Company was at the school during a noon hour and gave an exhibition of speed writing. Then on March 24, came H. O. Blaisdell, who holds the championship as the fastest and most accurate typewriter in the world. He has accomplish¬ ed this by constant practice and interest in his work. He graduated from a business school in Chicago at the age of sixteen years, and then took up speed typewriting, to which he has, since then devoted all his time, won cups and medals and now he is the fastest writer the world has. He has accomplished a most extraordinary feat of writing sixty minutes ' at the rate of one hundred words per minute without error. Such a record must be considered excellent. He does all work on the Underwood machine and is advertising for the Underwood Typewriting Company. This dem¬ onstration interested every one very much and Mr. Blaisdell will not be forgotten for some time. He really “showed” us how to typewrite. The new typewriters which were installed through the efforts of the Board of Education and Mr. Way last year, are still working well and are always in constant use; this being shown by the great number registered for this subject. There are four Smith machines, four Underwood and six Remington, two of the latter having been added to the department later than the first four, in place of two old “blind writers.” One of these new machines is of a later and newer style than all the others. It is a billing machine with a built-in decimal tabulator, and is fastened to the table so that it may not slip, which makes it very convenient for the writer. Speak¬ ing of machines and surroundings, we are badly in need of a few shorter stools, and some might be remedied if they were sent to an “A 1” hos- pital. To the delight of everyone in the Bookkeeping classes, the Burroughs Adding Machine which was left with us a year ago for trial, was purchased by the school, and tends to modernize our small “Workshop.” A pencil sharpener has also been added, and both have done satisfactory work since received, and are operated to full extent. In the race for the selling of the most tickets for the Art Exhibit held last March, the Commercial Department captured the first prize, and was entitled to choose one of two pictures, shown before the exhibit in the 79 THE ENTERPRISE, ’i 2 Assembly hall. The other picture was given to the class holding the honor for selling the next largest amount of tickets, and this was given to the also hardworking Freshman. We of course, had first choice, and took the one which we considered the prettiest, the picture “Spring.” painted by Douglass. The money which we received from the tickets was used for purchase of several beautiful pictures to adorne and hide cracks in the wall. Each student handed in his choice of pictures, and these were considered by a special committee and selections made. Very appropriate pictures were chosen by the committee, consisting of both our teachers and three students, and they decided on the following: “The Hay Wain” painted by Constable; “The Law,” by Blashfield; “Flight of Night,” by Hunt; “Statue of Lincoln” by St. Gaudens, and “The Colosseum.” The Art Exhibit won its way to the hearts of many of the pupils and they attend¬ ed not only once, but two and three times to gain clear visions of the pic¬ tures. It was, therefore, a great success financially to all the classes. Several months ago an election was held for electing officers of the “Stu¬ dent Body. Martin Walters, a student of the Commercial Department, and a member of our class, was elected president. He, however, has left for San Francisco to fill an excellent position, and the vice-president, Miss Kathleen Hall, has filled the vacancy. The school has lost a studious young man, as well as one of her best athletes. w So ASSOCIATED STUDENTS The past year has seen an important change in the organization of our high school activities. Formerly we had several distinct and separate or¬ ganizations in school, each one well organized and good in itself, and each receiving good support from the few who happened to be interested in that particular thing. However, this led to a state of chaos and dissension in which one organization was opposing another, and this lack of unity made progress along any line impossible. The need of reorganization finally became so apparent that a mass meeting was called, which resulted in the appointment of a committee to frame a new constitution. The committee consisted of Herman Ray- maker, Carlton Dorroh, Harry E. Brown, chairman, Genevieve Gallagher, secretary, Frances Brown and Lena Bower. After several weeks of hard work the committee completed their labor and the constitution submitted by them was accepted by the student body without a dissenting vote. The object of the new organization, as stated in the constitution, is to promote and regulate school activities. It aims to obtain the support of all of the students for each and every activity; and, by so doing, increase the number of students who are taking an interest in things here at school. After all, the success of anything we undertake, whether athletic, liter¬ ary, or otherwise, can be judged, not only bv the excellence of the result obtained, but to a greater extent, by the number who have aided in its accomplishment. In accordance with the new conception of the high school, which is, that it .should prepare for life rather than for college, student activities of the kind that tend to educate and devel ' ope, are receiving much more atten¬ tion than formerly. Our new organization offers a splendid opportunity for development along these lines, and the student who wishes to make the best of his high school life, should enroll as a member of the Associated Students, and give his hearty and active support to all that the organiza¬ tion stands for. OFFICERS. Immediately after the constitution was adopted, officers were elected for the remainder of the term. The election resulted as follows : President, Martin Walters; vice-president, Kathleen Hall; secretary, Frances Brown. As Martin Walters left school shortly afterwards, Kathleen Hall suc¬ ceeded him, and has made a very efficient president. 81 r-J — 1 TRACK HE athletic situation in the P. H. S. at the present time is the source of a great deal of satisfaction to those who have worked hardest for the Purple and White. To be sure w ' e have not turned out a winning team, but each sea¬ son sees a team stronger than the last and interest in track and field athletics is enjoying a strong, healthy growth, which bids fair to put the P. H. S. at the top to stay; rather than the usual boom which puts a team in the winning class for a season or two, and is invariably fol¬ lowed by a lapse of interest and accomplishment. We have been considerably handicapped by the lack of coaching and training facilities, but in spite of this the past season saw the development, of several good individual athletes. Raymaker wound up his four years of good work for P. PI. S. by a season of good consistent performances and 82 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 the crowning feat of his work was the breaking of the half mile record in the S. N. S. C. A. L. This is the only league record now held by a Peta¬ luma boy, although we held several in the old S. M. A. A. L. Walters did splendid work in the hurdles and pole vault. His mark of eleven feet in the latter event placing him among the best pole vaulters in the state. But for an unfortunate accident in the middle of the season he would have accomplished wonders both in the pole vault and the hurdles. Wells, our husky Freshman, put the shot consistently at 40 feet and bet¬ ter and broad jumped about 20 feet. This is exceptional for a Freshman in athletics for the first time, and he certainly has promise of a wonderful future. Ray Skilling and Dick Brown scored for us in the mile and half mile respectively, and as both of them are Sophomores their chances for the future are bri ght, Jhe team was ably captained by Percy A. Mills of the class of ’n while Herman Raymaker, ’12, was the efficient manager. The first meet of the season was the S. N. S. C. A. meet and was held at Santa Rosa on March 30th. We entered a full team of fifteen men, and although most of them did not place, all made a good showing and we are proud of them every one. Santa Rosa won the meet with a total of -15 points, and we were third with 35 points. This is the way we made them: Walters—Pole vault, 5; 220 yd. hurdles, 5; high jump, 1. Raymaker—440 yd. dash, 5; 880 yd. run, 5. Wells—Broad jump, 5; shotput, 3. Bod Adams—120 yd. hurdles, 3. Dick Brown—880 yd. run, 1. Relay, 2. Raymaker, Walters and Mills entered the Stanford Interscholastic and although they failed to place they made a creditable showing and while on the Stanford Campus, learned much about-athletics that will be of value to them in the future. On April 2oth the team journeyed to Ukiah to compete in the North¬ western sub-league meet. The team was crippled by the loss of two of the best men, Walters and Mills, due to injuries received at the Stanford meet. Even at that we were able to draw down fourth place in the closest meet ever held in the Northwestern Sub-league. Out point winners were: Raymaker—440 yd. dash, 3 ; half mile, 3; pole vault, 1. Wells—Broad jump, 3, shotput, 2. Bob Adams—120 yd. hurdles, 1. 83 THE ENTERPRISE, T 2 Skilling—Mile run, 2. Relay, 2. Total, 17. Raymaker and Wells were chosen to represent 11s at the California Inter¬ scholastic, which is the largest and cassiest high school meet held on the Pacific Coast. Raymaker finished well up in the 880 yd. run, and Wells did some fine broad-jumping, but both failed to take a place. Dickson Brown, a member of the Sophomore class, was elected to capt¬ ain the team next year and under his leadership the team should develope into a winning aggregation. BASEBALL. At the beginning of the term Leslie Thomas was elected captain of the baseball team to take the place of Martin Walters who had left school, but returned l ' ater during the term. When the schedule of the sub-league was made up it was found our first game was with Analy High school. For this game the boys practiced faithfully every afternoon at Baseball park and the result was that the fol¬ lowing team was picked: Walters, pitcher; Specker, catcher; Weston, first base; Wells, second base; Thomas, shortstop; Raymaker, third base; Tan¬ ner, left field; Peck, center field; Drees, right field. The game with Analy High was played at Sebastopol on April nth, and we won by the score of 13 to 8. Walters’ pitching and the fielding of Wells at second base were the features of the game. Our next game was scheduled with Santa Rosa High but she forfeited, leaving us the championship of Sonoma county. On April 30, our team journeyed to San Rafael where a game was play¬ ed with Hitchcock Military Academy for the sub-league championship. Owing to the loss of W alters we were left without a pitcher and lost the game 17 to 4. After the first two innings Specker was taken out of the box and W’ells substituted. WTlls pitched a good game from that time on but as Hitchcock had already made 13 runs it was impossible to win. 84 TUB ENTERPRISE, I 2 WEARERS OF THE BLOCK P Harry Brown, ’12. Herman Raymaker, ’12. Hall Weston, ’12. Ellis Wells, ’15. Carlton Dorroh, 12. Harold Madison, ’13. Robert Adams, ’12. Percy Mills, ’11. Marjorie Barber, ’15. Martha Wessels, ’15. Sidna Helman, ’13. Clara Meeks, ’13. Virginia Evans, ’15. Hermina Jurgensen, ’14, Marjorie Gossage, Marjorie Barber, Sidna Helman, Ruth Stayner, Clara Meeks. Virginia Evans, Hermina Jurgensen, Martha Wessels, Bessie Skilling. GIRL’S BASKETBALL. Although Petaluma High s chool had no ' boys’ basketball team this year, we had a girls’ basketball team and a good one, as several of the neighbor- lng schools can testify. The girls started out under manv difficulties, the chief of which was a lack of interestt, girls’ basketball having been a dead sport in P. H. S. for several years. It is owing to the perserverance of ■several of the girls that this lack of interest was overcome, and after a few practices had been held, a good team was picked, and Marjorie Barber was elected as manager and Hermina Jurgensen was elected to captain the team. Lnder their capable leadership one of the best teams was developed that ever represented P. H. S. This speaks for itself: Sonoma it—Petaluma 29. San Rafael 15—Petaluma 36. Santa Rosa 13—Petaluma 12. San Rafael 6—Petaluma 32. Healdsburg 18—Petaluma 39. The line-up for the majority of the games u r as as follows: Forwards—Hermina Jurgensen and Marjorie Barber. Guards—Sidna Helman and Clara Meeks. Center guards—Martha Wessels and Bessie Skilling. Touch center—Ruth Stayner. Substitutes—Virginia Evans and Marjorie Gossage. 86 T the reopening of school after the Christmas holidays, v£ were glad to find Miss Mabel Sweed, who had shortly re¬ turned from a European trip, again an active member of the faculty. The enrollment was increased by the entrance of a very large Freshman class, and the usual routine went on again smoothly. The first social event of importance was the Freshman reception, on February the second, which is given every year by the Sophomore class. The dance was held at Guild Hall and was a great success. The hall was prettily and tastefully decorated with the school colors and with greens and presented a very pleasing appearance. The music was perfect and the refreshments delightful, and every one, including several visitors from out of town, spent a most enjoyable evening. On January the twenty-third, the classes were called to the assembly hall and there listened to Mr. Donald Cowrie and Mr. Ed Morrell speak on pris¬ on reform. The subject was treated in a practical, convincing manner and all appreciated this talk and gained much information from it. During the early part of March the former pupils of Miss Irene Coffin were made happy by a visit from her. The one regret was that she could not remain here instead of returning to San Francisco where she is now teaching. A two weeks Easter vacation was greatly enjoyed by both students and faculty. Shortly after the reopening of school, the Juniors gave a very successful dance to raise money for the Senior reception. The Juniors also held several pie and candy sales, and the Seniors had a pie sale for the benefit of the Athletic Association. The Friday afternoon programs have been particularly good this semis- ter and have afforded much pleasure to the school. We have had some very good solos, both piano and vocal, recitations and reading, 87 THE ENTERPRISE, T 2 Mr. Edward Lippitt, kindly consented to favor us, and he rendered three numbers in a most delightful way, besides giving some very good advice as to how to listen to music. Mr. Smith gave a talk on the Sierra Nevada miountains which was illus¬ trated with a large number of stereopticon views, and it was both interest¬ ing and instructive. The student body held a picture exhibition during March from the sixth to the tenth, in the city hall, thePetaluma Woman ' s Club kindly plac¬ ing their club roms at our disposal. The exhibition consisted of about two hundred carbon protogravures representing most of the world’s master¬ pieces. The pictures were well arranged, and were excellent reproduc¬ tions, and many took advantage of the opportunity to become better ac¬ quainted with the works of the great painters. During the evenings en¬ tertainment was furnished, and refreshments were served. The ' Selling of tickets was enthusiastically taken up by the different classes and the money thus realized was used to purchase pictures for the high school. The Commercial class proved the most enterprising and Fresh¬ man class sold the next highest of tickets. The Petaluma Lodge of Elks, the class of 1900, the Ladies’ Improve¬ ment Club and the Petaluma Woman’s Club generously gave pictures to the school, which we appreciate highly. The list of pictures that the school has, is as follows: Commercial class—The Law, The Colosseum, The Hay Wain, Flight of Night, Lincoln. High Freshmen—Concord Bridge, Aurora, Arch of Constantine, Horses of Achilles. Low Freshman—Victory of Samothrace, The Laughing Cavalier. High Seniors—Ann Hath way’s Cottage, Song of the Lark. Low Seniors and High Juniors—The Lake, Joan of Arc. Low Juniors—1814. Low Sophomores—Reading from Homer, Feeding Her Birds. High Sophomores—Cicero’s Oration, Spring. The Elks presented Treaty with the Indians; the Class of 1900, Alma Mater; the Ladies Improvement Club, The Parthenon; and the Woman’s Club, The Forum. Friday, May to, was the date of the great event of the year, the presen¬ tation of the annual play. It was preceded by a one-act farce, “A Happy Pair, in which the part of Mrs. Huntington was taken by Francis Brown, and Mr. Huntington by Leslie Thomas. Both acted the parts in a splendid manner and are worthy of a great deal of credit. 88 ..THE ENTERPRISE, ’i 2 . “The Senior” was presented in a manner which well showed the talent which the High school contains. The cast was as follows: Miss Eleanor Forbes. Kathleen Hall Gordon Wainright, Keeper of a lunch room .Tom Cline Violet, a waitress... Ruth Oellig Beane, a Freshman who looks the part .Herman Raymaker Percy Spencer . Leslie Thomas “Nick” Meade . Dick Brown “Pug” Collins . Everett Linoberg (SENIORS.) “Dub” Driffield . Carlton Dorroh (CHAMPION Debater) Thompson .Harold Madison (Sophomore) Mike, assistant in lunch room. Harold Peck Jean, Chauffeur. Harold Madison Gertrude Spencer, Percy’s sister. Genevieve Gallagher Miss Jones, a Lakeville girl. Charlotte Chamberlain Miss White . Clara Meeks Mrs. Lee, Eleanor’s aunt. Tillie Oeltjen Every part was filled in the best possible manner, and the play was a great success. Many thanks are extended to the coaches, Miss Perkins and Miss Sweed. EXCHANG E S The Echo—Santa Rosa High School, February, 1912. Your stories are well written; the cuts are good and also the jokes, and the paper, a month¬ ly, has a very neat appearance. Normal Record—January, 1912, Chico State Normal. This paper con¬ tains an excellent literary department, and has a unique arrangement. Cuts aic not lacking and the jokes are many and g ood. Come again. The Adjutant. Mt. Tamalpais Military Academy, December, 1911. The Adjutant contains an abundnee ofgood cuts and for a monthly publica¬ tion has veiy good material. This paper gives a favorable impression of the school from which it comes. The Ilex Woodland High School, Christmas, 1911. Again we are pleas¬ ed to have received a copy of this paper, with its excellent stories and joshes. The Polytechnic High School—Eos An geles, November, 1911. This little monthly, representing one of the largest high schools in the state, is always up to the same high standard—it is well arranged, original and in¬ teresting. Napanee—Napa High School, Christmas, 1911. Your cover design is very tasty. Stories and jokes are good and we especially noticed your number of good poems. The Oak—Washington Lower High, Berkeley, February 19, 1912. This was published in the form of a booklet last year and was very good 90 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 as such. However, the students have become ambitious and are now publishing “The Oak” as a weekly paper, and it is still good. All success to you. The Ttem—Pasadena High, February and March, 1912. The literary material in both these numbers is excellent as usual, especially the story, Pales of a Summer s Night, contained in the February number. Your cartoons add much to the interest of the paper. The Searchlight—San Rafael High, Christmas, 1911. Your paper is above criticism, and the story, “James Knoett,” is excellent. This num¬ ber is attractive, well edited and one of our best exchanges. Aurora—Anderson Union High, Christmas, 1911. Good literary mater¬ ial and jokes, but a table of contents would simplify matters. The cuts are .splendid. The Guard and Tackle—Stockton High, February, 1912. This is an¬ other good monthly. It has a very neat appearance and the jokes are clever. Mission—Mission High, San Francisco, December, 1911. Your cover design is excellent. This paper is well edited and is one of the very best that we received. Polytechnic High, San Francisco, December, 1911. The cover of this number is very attractive. Your cartoons are clever and the cuts excel¬ lent. This paper also is one of the best that has reached us. 91 Seth Mackay—Taking a social science course at California. Anna May Canevascini—Teaching school near Petaluma. Charles Green—Attending Stanford University. Gladys Gould—Attending University of California. Charles Denman—Taking a course in agriculture at California. Anna Burleigh—Residing at Campbells. Kitty Connolly—Training at the Hahnemann hospital, San Francisco. Joseph Glickbarg—San Francisco. Genevieve Farrell—Teaching near Petaluma—Marin district. Vita Jones—Studying in missionary training school, Kansas City. Oliver Banta—Taking business course at Heald’s Business College, San Francisco. Isabel Gilbert—Teaching near Petaluma—Pavran district. Rovvena Benson—Attending University of California. Tessie Scott—Teaching near Petaluma. • ' Class of To. Lorene Myers—Taking social science course at California. Will Cannon—Attending Polytechnic School Mechanical Arts. Rose Cole—Teaching near Santa Rosa—Tarwater district. Warren Early—With Western Refrigerating Co., Petaluma, Cal. Percy Peck—Dental student, Affiliated Colleges. Marion Partridge—Taking teachers’ course at Golden Gate Kinder¬ garten, San Francisco. Addie Davis, Mrs. Atkinson—Residing at Sunnyvale. Otto Klein—With Petaluma Incubator Company. Arthur Purvine—Taking course in agriculture, University of California. Florence Pometta, Mrs. A. Anderson—Residing at Petaluma. Virgil Skinner—Attending Hastings Law College. Alice Dovey—Stenographer in San Francisco. Helen Soldate—San Francisco. Leroy Brant—With Sonoma County Independent. THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 Shirley Bock—Attending San Jose Normal School. Rena Van Marter—Attending San Francisco Normal School. Will Barth —With Geo. P. McNear, Petaluma, Cal. Ruth King—Attending San Jose Normal School. Mary Menary, Mrs. M. Gamboni—Residing at Petaluma. Emma Saline—Teaching near Petaluma—Cinnabar district. Edna Bovsen—Residing at Two Rock. Class of ’it. Clifford Allen—Taking course in electrical engineering, University of California. Irene Haran—Training at St. Mary.s Hospital, San Francisco. Will Eoftus—With W. D. Thomas, Petaluma. Ethel Cannon—Residing at Penngrove. Mildred Herbert—Residing at San Francisco. Percy Mill’s—Taking P. G. course at Petaluma High School. Mary Connolly—Attending San Jose Normal School. Lillian Keller—Studying music with Prof. Personne, San Francisco. Enid Dorroh—Residing at her home near Petaluma. 93 Alice Silva: “Because he wants to be alone.” Wouldn’t That Russia? General S? ' “ tl,at Ameri “ . was Treasurer- Helen Stratton: “Shuster to get rid of him I guess.” ing alfalf ' and orie foytrfter’th plants 1 had ’bliguT o raise 11 tiler T? Miss Prutzman, (examining the plants carefully): “What is this stuff?” Mr. Young, (with a pained expression): “Why that’s alfalfa” wo“u„r P wSrs.- Wel1 ' 1 ’= a « was a stag 94 THE ENTERPRISE, T 2 Whoops’ My Dear. Visitor, (pointing to “Irish” Hallinan): “Some how that little chap doesn’t’ appear to be very bright. Does he know anything?” Lois Purvine: “Know anything! Oh my! He doesn’t even suspect any¬ thing.” P. Mills (collecting dues): “Say, is Brown’s credit good?” Ray Skilling: “Good? Why he couldn’t even borrow trouble.” At night the Palestine did fare; He had the colic; when and where? In the middle of the (K) night. Following Directions. Miss Daniels (in cooking class): “What are you crying for, Ruth?” Ruth A.: “Why, I’ve boiled this can of pork and beans for two hours and the can won’t come off.” “Did that young man kiss you last night?” “Mother, do you suppose that he came all the way up here just to hear me sing?” Fitz.: “Like most men I have my shortcomings, I suppose, but—” Ruth: “Ah, it isn’t your .short comings father objects to, it’s your long stayings.” Babe Peck: “Why don’t you give a real WHINE when you are suppos¬ ed to be taken violently ill?” H. Madison: “Go on, you poor boob; this is only SHAM PAIN.” Stung.. Martina: “You must find that impediment in your speech rathr incon¬ venient at times.” Dimp.: “Oh, no; everybody has his little peculariarities. Stammering is m-mine. wh-what is yours?” Martina: “Well, realty, I am not aware that I have any.” Dimp.: “Do you stir your tea with your right hand?” Martina: “Why, yes!” Dimp.: “W-well, that is your peculiarity; most p-people u-use a t-tea- spoon!” Our dear little Ruthie, ’tis so, The piano can play, don’t you know. She’s not very tall, In fact is quite small, But gee, she’s the kid! Ain’t that so? 95 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 Sidna H.: “I don’t speak to Jack any more.” Nelle F.: “What’s the trouble?” Sidna. I told him the Ladies Aid approved the way I dressed my hair and the had the impudence to ask if it was ratified.” It has been shown that Washington was not the real author of his fare¬ well address, nor Monroe of his doctrine, nor Sherman of his law. Pres¬ ently we shall find out that Bright never had his disease, nor Mason and Dixon a line on anything. And perhaps St. Vitus never danced.—Ex. John Menary: “I once proposed to a girl in a conservatory.” Bill Symons: “With what result?”” John Menary: “A lot of expensive plants were nipped by frost.” Parker H.: “Do you see that man? His friends think him the soul of honoi and honesty, and yet he made every penny of his monev out of graft.” Dick B.: “Has he a political job?” Parker H.: “No, a peach orchard.” Norma V.: Dick was with you in the car when the lights went out for a moment, was he? Anything happen?” Alice C.: “No; that is—er—nothing unexpected.” Ticket Seller at Nickelodeon Window: “How many?” Earl Doss: “How many do I need?” The lecturer raised his voice with emphatic confidence. “I venture to as¬ sert, he said, that there isn t a man in the audience who has ever done anything to prevent the destruction of our forests.” Ray Skilling (from the audience): “I—er—I’ve shot woodpeckers.” Percy M.: “Do you believe in evolution?” Harry B.: “When I look at you I have to.” Percy: “Does my face hurt you?” Harry: “Yes, when I think how you must suffer.” Percy: It never bothers me except when I shave, then I cut it.” Harry: “I don’t blame you.” Kathleen Hall (at student body meeting): “What’s the trouble back there ?” Jack Kline: “Helen Stratton wants to make a motion but her eown is too tight.” s Leslie T.: “The dentist said I had a large cavity that needed filling.” Charlotte C.: “Did he recommend any special course of study?” 96 THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 Jane: “But how do I know you can tell mushrooms from toadstools?” Lydia: “I’m alive, ain’t I?” Prof. Young: “No. I’m a Democrat. I am for Champ Clark. But who do you think will get the Republican nomination?” Prof. Way: “If it is between Taft and Roosevelt, I am for the survival of the fattest.” Harry had just finished an extremely neat and appropriate speech. There was loud applause as he finished, and then, “Author, Author?” cried Fitz standing on his desk. Lena Brown (rapidly scanning over Cayley’s Classic Myths): “What did Herodotus do, anyhow?” Percy M.: “He won the big purse offered for three year olds the last season at Emeryville.” Life For This One. Mr. Smith showing his steroptican views): “This is the only large fall in this section; the water makes a sheer 400 foot drop. Helen Stratton (in a whisper): “1 hat ain t a fall; it s a slide. I once knew a student Who said what he thought; Oh give me the “queener” Who says what he ought. Oh, Rats! There was a young fellow named Fritch; A maid caused his heart strings to twitch; . . He sat by her side And fondly he cried: “I love every hair in your switch! Bernhard: “You know I asked Miss Booth to let me see her home.” Lewis O.: “What did she say?” Bernhard: “She said: ‘Oh, certainly; come around in the day time and have a good l ' ook at it.” Book agent to Mr. Way: “1 would like to sell you a new cyclopedia.” Mr. Way: “Not me! I am too old to ride one.” 97 Alvin D.: “You don’t seem to be very familiar with Shakespeare.” pleasef” 06 ’ ' r ’ am never am ' ar with any strange man, if you “.Yes, ( that is one thing about the rooms of this High School,” said Mr. Smith, ‘you have such hard woik in getting into the rooms.” Visitor: “What’s the matter, arc they all closed?” Mr. Smith: “No, crowded.” Leo. S. (at Ukiah): “Look here, waiter, there are two flies in this cof-- fee!” Waiter: I know it, sir; you see they are twins and we can’t keep them apart to save our lives.” Bradford S.: “I am a poor boy trying to get ahead.” Arnold F.: “You need one.” He: “Well, remember me to Cousin Gertie.” .She: “Yes, I’ll kiss Gertie for you.” He: “Say—would you mind kissing me for Gertie?’ ? al !- : T!e fc ci§ ’. ar y° u save me had a button in it.” -Leslie. Sure; it came off the wrapper.” Parker M.: “How do you tell a bad egg?” egg. fd S break (t “ 1 M have «o tell a bad whaMveowe.” 1 ° f C ° ntro1 meetin g) : “Now let us make a list Francis B.: “Wait a minute till I fill up the ink well.” 98 A HEROIC ACT Miss Robertson and Miss Beauchamp rushed breathlessly into the office one warm afternoon, on their return from lunch, and excitedly informed Mr. Smith of a wonderfully brave deed that had been performed by Hebe Dykes on his way to school. Such a brave act had never been performed by a student of the school 1 , nor had such a thing been done in Petaluma within the memory of any but the oldest inhabitants, and those present at the telling were thrilled by the story of Hebe ' s gallantry and fearlessness in danger. . It appeared that Hebe, riding to school on his bicycle was stopped by an excited and almost frantic woman who implored him in grief-stricken tones ' , to help her find her little daughter, who had been missing for an hour or more. The mother feared that her child had fallen into the water tank and she begged that Hebe should climb up to its top and look in. Hebe did so; when he peered into its murky depths, his worst fears were realiz¬ ed, for he perceived the girl in the water, almost exhausted by her frantic struggles. Prompt and decisive action was all that saved the girl, and Hebe, acting on the instant need, plunged boldly in—little recking the danger to himself. He save the girl. The thanks of a grateful m|other’s heart will always be his, and the High School may be proud of its hero, who knew not danger nor flinched therefrom. Ordinarily, when a brave man rescues a girl from a watery grave, there is a romantic ending. The hero usually marries the girl he saved. We regret to say that this does not seem to be the probable outcome to Hebe’s gallantry. There are three reasons for our saying this: First: The girl Hebe saved is about forty-five years! old, and at least five feet ten in height. Second: The water in the tank was about eighteen inches deep. Third: The girl was not in the tank at all, but in the tank house, look¬ ing at the pump, and wondering why the blamed thing wouldn’t work. Jerry H.: “What’s the matter; are your lips chapped?” Loretta: “No; mother always taught us girls to keep the chap off our lips.” Leo. L. got a job as lamplighter, but had to give it up. He couldn’t stand the stooping over. Georgianna: “A strange man tried to flirt with me yesterday.” Leonard Meyers: “He must have been a strange man.” Jack Cline: “I don’t approve of dancing; it is nothing but hugging with music.” Edith V.: “What’s the matter with that?” Jack: “They should cut out the music.” ioo THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 Hebe Dykes: “Why does a Scotchman walk when he is playing the bag pipes?” Homer Green: “Because he is harder to hit.” Johnny appeared in the school room with a beautiful black eye. Miss Robertson ‘(sympathetically): “Tell me, John, who gave it to you?” John: “Gave it to me! Why I had to fight like the dickens to get that eye.” Ramona: “I see you had an accident.” Will A.: “Why no. BRow do you make that out?” Ramona: “Your heels look run over.” Thomas was trying the “Metz” for the first time. He whipped by Eitz —just missing him, and Fite yelled after him: “Hey you! Don’t you know you came within an inch of hitting me? ” Thomas looked around and yell¬ ed : “That’s all right—I’m coming back.” John M.: “I believe in the greatest good of the greatest number.” Bob A.: “Yes, and you think the greatest number is one.” “She left me for .some motive or another.” “Probably another.” “Aren’t you afraid vour stenographer will divulge some of your busi¬ ness secrets?” “ No,” ' said Mr. Groucher, “I’m safe on that point. I ve got one who can’t read her own notes.” Mr. Wav (returning to Commercial room, suddenly and quietly after being called to the phone): “How is it I find that you are not woiking.. Lyn Goodwin: “I know. It’s because of those rubber heels you insist, on wearing.” Prof Smith (in U. S. History): “Name the various suits that can be brought up in the Supreme Courts of the United States.” Genevieve Gallagher: “Criminal, civil, and—- and— Sotto voice (from rear of room “and Union. During institute week all our teachers returned home each afternoon on the steam train. On Tuesday afternoon the meeting was a long drawn out affair and it looked as if they would miss the train, Mr. Young and Miss Schluckebier being particularly anxious. Finally the meeting end¬ ed. Mr. Young gave a glance at his watch and shouted across the room, “Say, Miss Schluckebier, we have just got time to get THAT STEAM.” And say, you ought to have seen the looks of shocked surprise that were cast in their direction. iox THE ENTERPRISE, ’12 Miss Beauchamp (in Com. Geog.): “How do railroads come into San Francisco, Mr. Scudder?” Bradford: “On a track, I guess ’ Everet, (showing off, a natural condition ”) :Say get this impedimenta out of my wav. You know impedimenta formed a large part of the Ro¬ man army.” Rav S.: “Is that so ? Why I thought it meant feet.” “Everet: “Oh, that’s because you use ’em to think with.” Lena Brown (in Latin lb): “Oh dear! My eyes hurt; I guess I am get¬ ting the measles.” John Gold: “If that’s the case, get out of here!” Miss Schluckebier: “Never mind, John, only the good die.” Well: “Say, Thomas, do you ever time yourself in your automobile ?” Thomas: “Oh yes. It took me an hour to start the thing yesterday.” Matthews: “What is a referendum?” M. Pedrazinna: Search me! I don ' t know whether it’s a soft drink or a part of an aeroplane.” Suggestions for raising money to support the Student Body Activities. SLIDE FOR LIFE!!! One continuous Trip of Thrilling Adventure Through .the. “DARKER REGIONS” Guaranteed to produce a feeling of delightful exhilara¬ tion, and a desire to repeat, coupled with a demand for new clothes. : : : : : ; : 5 c - ROUND TRIP ---- 5c Dedicated to Harry Brown. AFTEER THE OPERATION. My eppednix is carefully bottled— The third on the right, that’s the one! It’s grown, you see, a bit mottled, Exposed to the rays of the sun. I keep it out there for inspection, Since otherwise people might doubt it. It gives me elation and makes conversation-. But I try to be modest about it. The gloomy young man from Squeedunk Is burning his clothes in a trunk; You can see if you try, — r There is blood in his eye, What he took for a cat was a—Mephitis Mephitica, 10 Percy M.: “My dog took first prize at the cat show.” Francis B.: “How was that?” Percy: “He took the cat.” Prof.: “How many times do I have to warn you about coming late?” Stood: “Well, let’s see? PI}ow many more recitations have we?” Uncle Pete: “Young man, do you study diligently at high school?” Albert Adams: “Nix; there ain’t no such course.” Hall : “Look at the sweater I won in the big game.” Bob: “How much a chip was the game?” One Dad: “My boy takes the prize in laziness.” Another Dad: “What is it now.” One Dad: “Why, he wants to go to college to read the unwritten law.” Millie H.: “What you give for a voice like mine?” Kathleen: “Chloroform!” Book Agent: “This book will do half your studies for you.” Leslie T.: “Give me two.” Bunch of Idle Fresh.: “I wonder what makes Real Estate dealers stare at us so?” Irish Hallinan: “I suppose it’s because we’re such a vacant lot,” Vacation will invite a CAMERA. If you do not take one with you, you will al¬ ways regret it. Record the pleasures of your vacation and keep them as they grow more precious as time rolls on. 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It is not a stimulant to force egg produc¬ tion at the expense of the physical condition of the fowls and soon leave them in worse condition than formerly, (an experience that some poultrymen are familiar with), but it is a TONIC, keeping the fowls in a healthy state and able to perform their functions to the best advantage possible. 1 1-2 lh. pckg., 25c; 3 lb. pckg., 50c; O lb. pckg., $1.00; 25 lb. pail, $3.00; 100 _ drum, $10.00. PET-INC-CO Louse Powder will keep your hens free from lice and therefore increase egg produc¬ tion. A lousy hen will never produce results. Your chicks cannot thrive when infested with lice. PET-INC-CO Louse Powder is put up in round cans with perforated tops, and can be conveniently dusted on setting hens, nests, roosts and about the poultry house. 1 LB. CAN, 25 CENTS. 3 LB. CAN, 50 CENTS Petaluma Incubators Have been awarded a GRAND PRIZE at the Turin (Italy) International Exposition This is the SECOND GRAND PRIZE received by us and it is very significant because no oth¬ er incubator in the world has ever been award¬ ed a Grand Prize. There is a reason for it. 3 IT TAKES THE HIGHEST CLASS INCUBATOR MADE TO SECURE SUCH AN AAVAR D. PETALUMA INCUBATOR CO. Main Office and Factory, A IArmfartnrpr Eastern Office and Salesroom, PETALUMA, CAL. � INDIANAPOLIS, IND. 1 t 4 4 • 4 4 • 4 4 $ 4 4 4 4 4 4 § § 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 4 ■ « $ § 4 4 ? s $ 4 GEM Petaluma’s Leading Picture Theatre 170 Main Street S Only Strictly Licensed First-class Pictures Used ? 4 i f f t • 4 4 i ♦ I f | y F.C.C • • ampigli Butter, Cream, Sweet Milk and ...Buttermilk... Whipping Cream Our Specialty Phone: Main 4:54 10 4 h St. GO TO THE., Princess theatre WHERE THE PICTURES ARE CHANGED DAILY.... 4 l I f t 4 4 4 • 4 | THE LATEST POPULAR MUSIC and all MUSICAL GOODS- 12:5 Kentucky Street. , , 4 Petaluma Music House —Agents for— LYON HEALY PIANOS PURE IN TONE— ! . . . . $ .«. £ l . . § . . § . . $ . . . . $ . . § . . . $ . . $ . . fc ‘� � $ ‘ , ' , $ 4 • f f l § $ $ § V 4 ■ - 4 ■ f f | | 4 4 r | ■ 4 9 4 9 f f i f 4 4 4 • 4 ! I 4 4 - Santa Rosa Business College The Leading Commercial College of the West Do you know that on an average two graduates a week pass from the Santa Rosa Business College into the great business world? They se¬ cure and hold the best positions—advance the most rapidly — because they were properly and thoroughly trained in exactly the THINGS RE¬ QUIRED IN EVERY MODERN BUSINESS OFFICE. YOUR FUTURE SUCCESS DEPENDS ON YOU But after entering the Santa Rosa Business College your success also depends on us. The fact that our students are successful—is the very plain and sim¬ ple reason why our school is such a success. Every person who selects the Santa Rosa Business College as the best institution of its kind in which to be properly trained for future business success gets the direct benefits of the following vital essentials: 1st. OUR COURSE OF STUDY as it now stands marks the highest point of development on the part of President, Officers, Principals and Teachers covering years of progress. Every subject is taken from the great business world, exactly as now used and by the most successful concerns—boiled down—easily understood—intensely interesting and practical—and given to you in a simple usable workable form. We keep right up-to-date in every branch. You get the benefit of this splendid course of study and every other possible advantage. 2nd. OUR METHODS OF INSTRUCTION have, of course, been de¬ veloped along with our Course of Study. Because we have developed our Courses far beyond other similar schools, it naturally follows that our methods of teaching must be much superior and better. We train our own teachers, in our own way of doing every little detail throughout the entire Course. You are taking no chances in our school because we are not an experiment—but a tested—solid—permanent institution. 3rd. OUR STUDENTS are surrounded by every modern convenience and facility for doing the best possible work in the shortest time. We fully realize that SERVICE is the basis of all modern business and our success is based upon the best possible service rendered to our stu¬ dents by every Teacher, Principal and Officer connected with our entire institution, both while in school and after they go into a position. The fact that our students go direct from school into active business is due not to chance or luck, but depends upon the solid rock bottom fact that they were properly and thoroughly prepared. TO TAKE A COURSE AT THE SANTA ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE IS TO INSURE SUCCESS. j. s. SWEET, A. M., Pres. A. J. FUSCHIA, Vice-Pres. C. R. SWEET, M. ACCTS., Sec’y. 1 . M. BRYANT, Prin, Com. Dept. E. VIRGINIA GRANT, Prill. Stenographic Dept. S 4 f 4 4 4 4 9 4 9 4 4 4 4 9 4 4 | 4 4 § 4 9 4 9 4 4 4 $ 9 4 4 4 4 ♦ 4 9 4 9 4 9 4 i ' 4 § 4 ♦ 4 4 - • 4 4 4 I I Trunks , Traveling Bags and Suit t ...Gases... We urge you to investigate the values we offer in all kinds of goods for the trav¬ eling public. : : ; RAYMOND BROS. 4 SCHOENINGH BROS. ....35 Main Street.... Everything in DRY GOODS AND Furnishing GOODS TWO BANKS UNDER ONE MANAGEMENT The Sonoma The Petalu- Co. National ma Savings Bank Bank Transacts a Strictly Commercial Savings Business Bank COMBINED CAPITAL - $500,000.00 COMBINED SURPLUS - 190,000.00 COMBINED ASSETS over 2,400,000 Lumber and Mill Work CAVANAGH Lumber Company 8 Young - Herold Drug Co. Dependable Druggists Two Stores JUST ARRIVED A new line of Box Black, Blue Cheviots and ...Serges... $15.00 and upwards. TT i I § i l i McGuire’s Zbe Store Zbat Saves You Woney f 4 I I S 4 4 A Stephen Lane Folger MANUFACTURING JEWELER. Established 1892. Oub and College Pins and Rings Gold, Silver and Bronze Medals ISO BROADWAY, NEW YORK THE HIGH SCHOOL EPICURES i MEET AT.. £ Y | 4 4 Townes w EVERY—WELL, JUST AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE. (Cautm St Ihuhguui ©mttpattg 4 4 | 4 LUMBER MILL WORK TANKS =§ � =§c GO TO. f CAMM THE BUSY JEWELER % For. COMM ENCEMENT, ENGAGEMENT, WEDDING PRESENTS 161 Kentucky Street. TOMASINI HARDWARE COMPANY PETALUMA CALIFORNIA —GO TO — The Maze PETALUMA’S DEPARTMENT STORE —FOR— Paints, Wall Paper, Glass, Pictures, Frames, Books, Toys, Cliina, Cut Glass, Etc. If you don’t see what you want— ask for it. The MAZE 173 Main St., 17-19-21 Washington PETALUMA CALIFORNIA f l I 4 f 4 I 4 4 4 4 9 • 4 i 4 4 4 4 4 4 f 4 4 4 4 4 4 9 4 f 4 4 4 4 9 4 4 4 4 4 9 4 9 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 • The Santa Rosa Normal School or School • ■r 4 4 4 4 ■ 4 4 ■ t 4 4 • : i 4 4 i : of Review This institution, conducted by A. C. McMeans, ex-Supt. of Schools, has been in successful operation for more than twenty years. Its work is to prepare young men and women for the semi-annual examinations for certificates to teach school. It has prepared nearly SEVEN HUN¬ DRED applicants to pass successful examinations. At the last Teachers’ Institute, there were present EIGHTY-TWO teachers who began their work in this school. In a term of five months all subjects for Grammar Certificates are carefully reviewed. Instruction in school management is also given. The next term will begin the third Monday in July and continue for five months. Graduates of High Schools that have done good work, usually succeed in passing a successful examination after an attend¬ ance at this institution of FIVE MONTHS. The tuition is $12 p,er month, payable monthly. For further informa¬ tion address. A. C. McMEANS, Principal t 721 3d Street, Santa Rosa Ladies’ Waists 4 4 4 4 4 4 I 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 e In this department we feel that our values are unmatchable. We know 4 that we show absolutely the newest designs in Petaluma. 4 Parasols • 4 Now is the time to buy your New Parasol. Let us show our New a • Spring line for Ladies an|d Children at 25c to $5.00. 4 i Gents Furnishing Goods | i A NEW COMPLETE LINE I 4 Newburgh cfL Oo. Petaluma, California 4 • ...Incorporated... 4 4 107 - 109 Main Street ? T 4 ♦ • Agents for Royal Worcester Corset and Butterick Patterns. • 4 4 4 I s i $ $ 4 $ V 0 0 J H S £ h h g H i b H P A ® 0 r : 0 H w 0 A 0 ft G3 G G O c 3 CD D CO Of) Of) D C-. G O , CD C 5 4 s 4 (Si ♦ 1 CCS 6 3 a ■ — (D CU G c 5 S-h (D ’S 6 c3 o Cu ■ — CO D G o O Ui Cu G GG O co C3 o CJ CO D CD CD cfa GG op D s GG D GG G 4— u. - cH CCS CO CD CU CD C 5 C3 u When you need Eye Glasses you may take a bowl of drugs and not be cured of nervousness, head ache and depression. We sell you glasses, that give the clearest vision. Making it a pleas¬ ure to see. Relieving eye strain, tax on the brain, and allowing the ner¬ vous system to recover its normal condition. A. H. ROSS, Optometrist. A Girl is a Girl t t 4 § 4 f t f t 4 I 4 4 4 4 That’s why she likes Chocolates. She may not have tried our Chocolates. Give her a chance. Freed’s 141 Kentucky St. Phone 319 18 lbs. Sugar $1.00 .• 4 4 4 • ♦ 4 4 4 4 when this ad was written. See what 4 we are selling it at today. • 4 The People’s Co-operative Store. 4 Smith Bros, Props. 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 l t 4 4 • 4 4 • f I 4 Woman ' s Looks FOR- HIGH CLASS MILLINERY See- Wheeler Fields The Western Avenue Milliners. 4 f 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 f 4 ( | 4 $ 4 . Fe her much con= cern. No garment can look well un= less it fits well. IVe are specially particular about fit . Not only of our better grades = but of ei ery gar= ment we turn out. FIT is a big factor in the success of our Suit Depart - ment. Select your .... Summer Outing Shoes —from— AGNEW WHITE, BROWN AND GRAY HIGH SHOES 10 Western Avenue. A. KAHN —GROCERIES and FEED- 902 and 904 Main Street. FOR... Santa Rosa Bread GO TO Davis 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 18 4th St., Cor. B St. Phone 195.J 4 ? e ►. .«. .«. . . . . .0. . . . . . . . Js. . Js. . $s. ., ' Js. . 5s. ..- s.� ., . . Js.� . Js. . 5s., t J . . $ . . i . . . . .� . . . ♦ .•. § ••• ♦ « Electric Shoe Co. FOR Up-to-date Shoes Repairing our Specialty. If You Want Groceries ana have the CflSH Call on Fyandsome lyenry PHONE: 98R. Vincent WcJllister Turniture Groceries Company .... Furniture, Carpets, Portieres, Lace Curtains, Matting, Shades. Stoves. Main Street, next to Nickelodeon PETALUMA, CAL. i Tit Tor a King andi yet within the reach of everyone. That’s what our meats are. If all meats look alike to you, try us with an order, and you’ll find they don’t all taste alike by a great deal. A roast, a steak or some chops from this market will be a revelation to you. Which shall we send you first? Poeblmann Pleat ITlarket • • $ � . $s. . $s. 9 . .«. ; ‘MADE IX PETALUMA’ 1 $ f 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 • 4 4 4 4 • 4 t 4 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 § 4 Have been the Standard for many years. They always lead. C. We also carry a complete line of feed and poultrymen’s requisites. Coulson Poultry Stock Food Co. 250, 252, 254 and 256 Main Street. Gilger’s Market Has a Fully Equipped and Up-to-date Cold Storage Plant Fresh Meats of all kinds t C.T. Gifger, 30 Washington St., Phone 435 mnrrntu’B Jd IGatnst Btyh in Spring and Summer Footwear PURE CANDIES, ICE CREAM AND ICES, Etc. ji 144 Kentucky Street Petaluma, Cal. ( . K. $Um 154 Main St. Phone 82R. flalare Hhat ICrllR iMarket 3lhr ©atlur a d ' ltt i f 324 IHtintra 22 « i inttur Mwtx $ nultnj l m tr of OUntlt B iUnurmlnu !! IF YOU GO CAMPING, OR STAY AT HOME- 4 • m 4 ? 4 4 V 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 f 4 ■r .;. 4 • 4 4 • 4 4 I 4 i 4 V 4 4 4 4 •• 4 4 4 Has just what you need in Cor. of Main and B Streets PETALUMA, Pi ' tprsmt (Erorrrti ' a $ 4 4 4 CALIFORNIA. TELEPHONE 323 f 4 $ $ 4 4 4 4 4 I 4 I 4 f I 4 f 4 4 I I f 4 4 4 I 4 4 • 4 • 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 t 4 Griffin Family Restaurant and Oyster Parlors. Ultra Giothes Gate Bismarck M. Nicolaid.es—W. H. Earhart For Sale at BARRY’S PHONE 338 436 Kentucky Street Petaluma, Cal. E. E. Drees Roach Go. Nothing Further Grocers 1 i First-class work. p . . . m . — . Prices reasonable Satisfaction Guaranteed. Albert Heeth MERCHANT TAILOR Ladies and Gent’s Suits Altered, Cleaned, Pressed and Repaired. Suits to order from $27.50 up. 116 Western Avenue 4 4 4 f 1 4 4 4 I 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ? 4 A 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 4 • 4 4 ■ 4 4 4 A 4 4 4 4 4 A 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 1 I O 0 4 PHONE 70 J. Petaluma, Cal. § 4 4 4 § 4 4 □ 0 p §3 0 (D 3 H- P M 0 o P i K c+ c+ 3 P 0 c+ ■HB ■ 0 3 0) 3) K 0) d 3 c+ 3 (D 3 1 0 OQ V T ?o ? 9 0) 0) EC r r o EC O C tP S £r r-t C 5 Q- o 2 CD . CO p p o- m CD O P CO so so C p Cl CD —$ - . C o 3 GTQ 2. O - I Co O T? § CL P P G- S3 ' C in CD 3 so p so GTQ CD 3 CD P O 2 CD SO CD CO CL 3. f SO «—f Cn o CD P CD X o CD P O P S3 cr o CD D- S3 CO TJ o TD P ST -s -s CO T3 CD O s£ S3 a 3 o CD CO CO CD O P a - CD CO CD P H ir m c a m r r m 1C O c ( m $ 4 4 t • 4 4 4 4 4 ( .© . • .• ♦ ••• • ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •• k ' ) ® ' MYSTIC THEATRE Peters (81 Peters FOR. . ... . ..... ....... . ....... . .... .... ............ ... , ........ ... . ... . ... ................. ..... ........ 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 $ 4 4 4 4 4 4 Heinz Crosse and Blackwell AND S. W. Goods 4 ; Also Patedefoei gras and Ditman Caviar f 4 4 $ 218 MAIN STREET f 4 ? 4 t 4 i 4 4 4 4 4 t t 4 4 G. M. Baker Bicycles and Reparing. 15 E. Washington St. Arenberg Patent Brooder Stove The picture is from an actual photograph of the original Aren¬ berg Pat. Brooder Stove in use. It is made of good material, is safe and reliable and has stood the test since 1909, with but few changes for the better. It was awarded Gold Medal and cash prize at the street fair for demonstrated merits. H. F. Arenberg 201 E. Washington Street, Petaluma Save T ime and Money by traveling to SAX FRANCISCO on the “THROUGH IX THE NIGHT” Steamer Petaluma 4 t 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 I 4 FARE, 50c. BERTHS, 50c •• . . . . . . . . . . .®. . . . . . . . . . . .«. . . .« .«. . . «. . Ki � «� $ « j)‘ .« $ J ‘ . • ♦ •♦ $ •• ♦ ••• •£ 4 4 LIFE IS SHORT . -■ = i W hy Not Live? HICKEY YONSEN Your Grocers FOUR LINES HARD TO BEAT BICYCLES - FOR ■ LADIES and GENTS SHER¥IN-¥ILLIAMS Stands for highest quality in paint. Made of pure material. Lasts longer—looks better. If it isn’t an EASTMAN It isn’t a KODAK We do developing and printing. Use Keen Kutter Tools From Manual training to finished carpenter. SCHLUCKEBIER HDW. CO. f 4 4 | 4 4 v 4 I 4 • 4 I 4 4 v 4 4 • 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 I 4 4 4 4 « • 4 4 4 4 § ♦ 4 • 4 i 4 4 4 JONES N CO ...CANDY MANUFACTURERS... Here is Cood News: FROZEN TAFFETA This is the greatest of all the JONES CO. frozen speciality.. The dessert that lias had more to do with the popularity of our special brick than any other combination. %rr.nc Gold medal milk chocolates, 50c and •OUR NEW CHOCOLATES... $t .(K) per box. .TONES CO. After Theaters Specialties. Iced Desserts. PETALUMA SWISS AMi:mCAN LANK 4 4 I J I 4 I I 4 4 4 4 4 f 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 Capital stock paid up— $250,000.00 Surplus. 30,000.00 Assets. 1,150,000.00 THE BANK OF INDIVIDUAL SERVICE $ 4“ 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 i 4 4 4 4 I I T we ♦ • « ••• ! • ? •• 4 j .y .yyfe €andi d i f 4 4 4 5T) A. FUNDAS, Proprietor. —Give us a trial— Js )I . (7 ? 3 doors from the trine ToandieA ana Uce (Dream Mystic Theater. : ♦ t • A V i 4 4 4 4 4 4 ♦ We try to please you in W. Dresbach, Mgr. (jhtalihj. Invite attrt i mnrr . g . 3. lifopkina We want our store to he your store, and this is our plan: If we please you, tell others —if not tell us. IGunthrr mui HUmrk Antmratt Gknrrnj (En. 3rd and B Streets. Phone Main 15 OUR MOTTO: No please, no pay. Phone 400 215 Mair St. Petaluma, California. M (fhtalitii (gaunt we sell that kind. Bread, cake, pies, cookies, candies, etc. Sunlit’ tBakrru 4th and B Streets Petaluma, Cal. im -Am?rtrmt jErataurant B. Pedroni, Prop. FRESH OYSTERS ALWAYS ON HAND Private rooms for ladies, Families and parties. Everything first-class. ...MEALS AT ALL HOURS... Telephone 67R 110 Main St. Petaluma, Calif. $ 4 ♦ $ 4 4 4 f i f. 4 4 Established 1850 General Repairing Steiger Bros . Guns, Fishing Tackle, Sporting Goods, Bicycles and Automobiles. AUTOMOBILES FOR HIRE. : : 133 Main Street Petaluma, Calif. •• ♦ •• ♦ ••• ♦ ♦•• ♦ ••• ♦ ♦• § 4 Keig’s Shoe Store ’•••• All the Latest Styles In the World’s Best ? Shoes KEIG’S Low Prices 115 Main Street • ...When you want... I Stylish Millinery i j ..Call and see us... Sammons and I Gabers f Next door to Argus Office. M. LERER CO. New and Second Hand | Furniture. | 2 and 4 E. Washington St, t-— — Eastman Kodaks and Supplies PRINTING AND DEVELOPING AT REASONABLE RATES Clark Drug Co. f ■ § 1 Sonoma Express Co. t Draying and Express YOU READ IT FIRST IN f f 4 • 4 4 4 • 4 4 4 ♦ 4 4 . Batchelor Rankin s i f 4 $ ♦N« 69 32 § □S 50 C J 50 0 I 4 i 4 176 Main St Petaluma, Cal THE BIG DEMAND W f FOR . I “GOLDEN EAGLE FLOUR” is due solely | to its many fine qualities. We could tell of I how much better bread, etc., it bakes; how much farther it goes and a lot of other | things in its praise, but we refrain knowing that the trial of a single sack will be a better advertisement for “GOLDEN EAGLE FLOUR” than any we could write. I ORDER THE SACK TODAY j Golden Eagle Milling Co. | Petaluma, California ff etaiuma iitglf ■jJi ' taluma, (California ©u the iMrmbrra iif (Inarfr nf iaiuratimt, tit grateful arkttuiutebgmrut nf tbrtr grnmuta arnttrr in hrljalf nf iltr tbigh !§ rbnnl. fltta unltttttr ia mtprrtfuUg brbtratrb. Dedication ------ 2 Foreword by Principal Walter O. Smith - 5 Literary - -- -- -- 9 The Star - - - - - 10 The Development of the Modern Motor Car 1 3 The “Find” at Big Creek - - - 16 Scrap ------ 20 Girls’ Athletics ----- 22 Robin Flood and Allin-a-Dale — Ballad - 24 A Night at Sea ----- 25 A Southern House Party - - - 27 An Experience in Dresden - - - 33 Night — Poem ----- 35 The Lake - - - - 35 Editorials ------ 38 Organizations ------ 40 Athletics - -- -- --42 School Notes ------ 47 Exchanges - - - - - - 50 Joshes - -- -- --52 Advertisements - - - - - 62 Jnmiutrii By PRINCIPAL WALTER O. SMITH Christmas greeting to you all, members and friends of the Petaluma Pligh School! This is the happy time of good wishes, and our good wishes are for you all. Especially is this greeting meant for our students, the boys and oirls with whom wcof the Faculty have been in constant, interested contact during this term now closing. There are some very pleasant thoughts to be carried over to next year, some pleasant recollec¬ tions of our work together, the basis for happy hopes for the future; on these things I would say a few words to you now. One of them is, our spirit. School spirit is a much abused term that means everything and nothing, as it is often used. I see in this school a fine, growing spirit, and it is of the right kind. I take it that the desir able school spirit is a sound, wholesome, helpful ' thing g o o d for the school and for everyone in it. It gets behind every good thing and helps it along; it “boosts,” as the current expression goes. There is another kind of school spirit that we have very little of, fortunately. It is a kind of gentlemanly, or sometimes even ungentlemanly, rowdyism, that works exactly the other way round, and hurts the school and many of those in it. This spurious kind of school spirit expresses itself in such uplifting ways as painting of fences and sidewalks with class numerals; in posting notices, m appropriately green paint, referring to the verdancy of Freshmen; in dis¬ cussing the relative merits of the school’s athletes, while artistically flicking ashes from a cigarette and trying to look bored and manly (?) in doing it.; in everlastingly “crabbing” over the results of games with other schools; in assuming a painful pose of indifference toward the first and most import¬ ant interest of the student, his studies; in—but why go on! You know what I am trying to illustrate, and here and there you may have seen enough instances of that spirit to convince you of its unworthiness. Such things are the fruits of a spirit that is directly in opposition to the whole¬ some, helpful school spirit that every good school must have; if these un¬ desirable things show themselves often, and are countenanced by the THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 school, that must be a poor school, and one of which the public thinks re¬ gretfully while it pays the taxes that support it. Happily, we do not feel that way in the Petaluma High School. During the yeai and a half I have been with you I have remarked with a great deal of deep satisfaction that the sentiment of the school does not count¬ enance such unworthy things. The attitude and conduct of the boys and gills of the school, as a whole, is such as to help improve it fronn within, and to inspire increasing respect on the part of the public from without. This wholesome, helpful school spirit breeds good, clean athletics, of the kind that wins or loses with equal grace and sportsmanship; it makes pos¬ sible such a fine, clean, snappy entertainment as our evening with “Tom¬ my s Wife; it supports, encourages and expresses itself in a worthy, in¬ teresting journal, like the one following this article; it shows itself in the manly and womanly courtesy which is so becoming to people, old and young, and which we see exemplified in a growing degree in our school; it tends to develop the fuller use of the opportunities which the High School offers for advancing one in usefulness, and happiness in life; in short, there is no end to the benefits of a sound school spirit. This school spirit is what I am counting on to devlop a higher and high¬ er degree of self control among the students. Self control is probably the most valuable character or attribute that we look to the High School to develop nowadays. The time was when the High School students were held under restraints by rules, regulations, threats, punishments, and such extreme agents; we are now relying less on such things in the administra¬ tion of our schools, and we look instead to the spirit of the school, the public spirit, that is, and to the heightened self control of the individual. It gratifies nue to see you responding so well to the responsibility for your own conduct which is being placed upon you, and I look for an increasing measure of response, in more self control on the part of you students as you grow in strength and understanding. You understand that the only fiee person is he who restrains himself from doing that which might injure himself or others; if the restraint is placed on him from without, by some one else, then he is not free. In our Republic, we have laws of our own making, administered by persons of our own choosing,—but the obedience to those laws rests with us individually. We are here getting ready for the higher duties of citizenship which appear when we assume our places —6— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ' 12 among the men and women who are doing the world’s work; we must know how to govern ourselves, so that the rights of others and our own advantage shall both be recognized and served by our conduct. Our school is intended to be a training school in citizenship. It is not a place of penalties and prohibitions. A gratifying thing is the frank, manly way in which most of you re¬ spond when yonr ignorance or weakness obliges any of us in authority to point out an error in your conduct. With very few exceptions you have seemed to realize that such correction has been intended to contrib¬ ute to your growth, to make you stronger, to inform you as to things of which you had been ignorant; that it was teaching, not scolding, fault finding, punishing. There have been, happily, very few instances indeed, since I have been in this school, where such wholesome, proper, friendly guidance has been misinterpreted and resented. These are three things that I look back upon, with pleasure, as marking our progress in the direction in which we should go, upward, toward the light of better knowledge and greater efficiency; a strong, wholesome school spirit that makes us work together for all good things that will prof¬ it the school and its students, that will discountenance those things which misguided .students have been known to do, that injure the school, either within or without; a growth in self control on the part of you boys and odrls taking ' you nearer and nearer the full accountability; for all youi acts, which marks you free men or women; an appreciation of the puri¬ ty and worthiness of the aims of your teachers even at those times when they iseem to be laying a heavy hand on you. Since the last number of The Enterprise appeared, we have lost two of our most helpful friends, both of whom generously contributed to the de¬ velopment of the splendid spirit of the school, Miss Perkins and Miss Sweed. They were a loss to the school indeed,—but the very thing they,wish¬ ed and worked for,—namely, the ability of the school to grow; on in the prop¬ er spirit after they left,—that thing has come to pass. Their successors have fitted so well into our school life, and have identified themselves so generously with all the good works of the school, and have joined with us so sincerely in our work and in our play, that we may truly congratulate ourselves on what we have gained, even while we are regretting our loss. —7— THE ENTERPRISE, DEG. ’12 I should like to close this rambling talk with a personal note of thank¬ fulness, expressive of my appreciation of the intercourse I have had here with the boys and girls of the school, with my teachers, and with the Board of Education. The boys and girls have been frank, responsive and courteous in the deeper ways that indicate clean and kind hearts; no High School principal need ever hope for a pleasanter student body to work for and with. My intimate contact with the teachers, and my ex¬ perience in other places, fully warrant me in saying that no High School Principal in California, or out of it, has better reason than I have for be- ing proud of his teaching force. Lastly, in the governing body chosen by the people of Petaluma to control its schools, the Board of Education, to whom this volumie is appropriately dedicated, the city has chosen with rare wisdom. It ' has not been my fortune ever to have worked under the direction of a more considerate, sincere, helpful body of men. I feel deep¬ ly grateful to them, and the City of Petaluma should be reminded of what it owes to these five men who have so faithfully, unselfishly and wisely served the interests of the city by their devoted efforts in behalf of the Petaluma High School. cElu ' i tar S UCH a beautiful Christmas season! So the Alpine villag- gn ers called to one another across the wide stretches of snow, gx while to delighted travelers it seemed as though they were an enchanted land of .sparkling white. The recent storm IH§ had piled the snow high in the valleys, while all about, ridge above ridge, rose the majestic mountains, upon whose summits the perpetual snows, unchanged alike by the icy hand of Winter and the warm breath of Summer, smiled of Hope and Rest and Eternity. In a remote valley, nestling as though by chance among high cliffs and narrow chasms, lay the little village of Chamounix, quaint and romantic with its chalets and winding streets. As the sun was setting on this Christ¬ mas Eve, a stranger, standing on the porch of the little inn, thought that he had never before seen so beautiful a vision—far more perfect than of eaith it seemed to him. Since youth, driven onward by a vague unrest, he baa wandered from land to land, seeking the peace for which his soul crav¬ ed. For a brief time h-e had found it in the love of a pure and noble woman, but Death had called her, leaving him the more lonely and desolate. At length, weary, of travel and of crowded cities, he had sought, the quiet of this Alpine village. Unmindful of Christmas, from whose cheer he had long felt himself excluded, unmindful of all save his own thoughts and the eth¬ ereal beauty about him, he stood watching till soft twilight crept into the valley, and only the snow-capped mountains were touched with the glory of the Alpine glow. Wafted along by a summit breeze, a .slender streamer of mist veiled the ciest of Mt. Blanc; then the last rays of the sun lingered upon it, tingeing it in faintest red. Slowly the glory faded, blending with the deepening shadow ' s of evening. hen he could no longer see, the wanderer turned reluctantly to the c -, .v iwvv, wciiu uiiccuy iu ms rooms, rued cheerfully in the open grate and a lighted lamp stood on the table. r I aking up a book, he seated himself with a sigh and began to read. Minutes passed, with only the snapping of the dying fire and the oc ca¬ sional turning of the leaves to break the silence. At length a faint sound —10- -j.m THE ENTERPRISE, DEG. ' 12 aroused him. Hje listened; clearer it came,—sweet voices blended in song, Going to the low window, he opened it and stepped quietly out onto the balcony to listen: “Minuit, Chretien! c’est l’heure Solennelle, On l’homme Dieu descendit jusqu’ a nous: Pour effacer la tache originelle Et de .son pere arreter le courroux.” Now swelling glad and free in the clear mountain air, it thrilled him with the beauty of its message. Softly it died away, until he strained his ear to hear the last sweet, echoes; then all was silent again. Tears stood in his eyes. Christmas! Its spirit, with all the peace and good-will that it bore, stole over him. He raised his eyes, to the moun¬ tains, and then paused in mute wonder. High in the east, above the dim summits, there .shone one beautiful star! Long he watched in silence, un¬ til a picture seemed to form itself before his eyes. He saw the world, a wide field of many peoples, sorrowing and rejoicing; he saw a lone silver star, which .shed its radiance on a lowly manger; and he saw the Teacher, pointing the way to Peace through love and service to his fellowmen. The picture faded, but the message remained indelible upon his soul. The wanderer had found the Peace which he had sought. With an eloquent gesture he outstretched his arms toward the star. “Beautiful star! he whispered, “Star of Bethlehem, which leadeth the way to Peace on Earth, Good-will toward Men.’’. fc GENEVIEVE G. MOTT, ’13. —12— She 0rm ' lnpmrat of tlyr iMoiimt Ulntnr (Ear ' CORDING to historical records, Sir Isaac Newton, in 1680, made the first attempt at a self-propelled vehicle. His idea was to use the reactive force of steam to push the wagon forward. That was a failure, but it set the ball roll¬ ing. About one hundred years later we learn that steam machines were being built and tried, continually. The first real steam ca. riage was constructed in [802 by Richard Trevithick in England, and was driven 90 miles. Hancock, an Englishman, by 1836 had developed a powerful steam en¬ gine, and building a good bus, carried passengers in England for twenty weeks, going about 4200 miles and carrying something like 12,700 pass¬ engers. He had then made money enough to retire and went out of bust- ness. After the retirement of Hancock, Gurney and several other experi¬ menters, all efforts to develop a practical motor car ceased until modern times. Gottlieb Daimler in 1884 invented the high speed gasoline engine and the next year applied his engine to a bicycle, thus making the first motor¬ cycle. This gave Carl Benz of Germany a hint, and he built a three wheel¬ ed gasoline carriage. The Daimler and the Benz are still the leading cars of their respective countries, England and Germany. The Benz, today, is the fastest car in the world, for in 1911, Bob Burnam, the speed king, went a mile at the rate of 141.73 miles per hour in a 215 horsepower Benz. In 1890 all types of vehicles were being made and electrics were first thought of then. Steam cars were in the lead, but as 99 per cent of the automobiles ot today are gasoline and electric, we need not further con¬ sider steam vehicles. Electric motor cars are not so swift or powerful as gasoline autos and are only adapted to city use, as they depend upon storage batteries and will not run more than 100 miles to the charging. Most of the electrics are —13— the enterprise, dec. 12 enclosed coupes and are popular among women because they are silent, clean and easy to drive. A large majority of the automobiles of the present day are gasoline and here the development and improvement have been so great that they rank among the wonders of the modern world. The first cars were noisy, hard-riding, slow, and sometimes needed the aid of horses to pull them up hills. They were built high, with solid tires, thus causing a continual jar¬ ring. The earliest ones would run hut a short distance without stopping or the driver would he exhausted. In 1890 when automobiles first became a marketable product, oil treat¬ ment for steel springs was unknown, consequently cars all bounced a great deal; mufflers were yet to be invented and the approach of a “ben¬ zine buggy” sounded like a Gatling gun. Some cities prohibited them, because they scared horses, and one large eastern municipality passed a law declaring that an automobile must be preceded by a man with a red flag. In the early days, lights were poor, steering apparatus weak, and just as likely to land the occupants of the car in the ditch as to keep the road. The invention of mufflers, acetylene gas, and numerous other de¬ tails, gave the automobile a more distinguished appearance and also far more efficiency. Eai ly in the nineties the average speed of a motor car was two miles an hour, but by 1905 seventy miles an hour in races had been reached, and was considered exceedingly fast. 1 he earlier cars required a strong man to crank the engine; but the modern self-starter worked by electricity, com¬ pressed air, gas, or spring, makes starting child’s play. From 1908 to 1910 motor cars were greatly improved, and as finer grades of steel were now made, better tools were used and automobiles became things of beau- tv and dependance. Not all the cars of former years, though, were unable to stand travel, for today in France there is a Panhard car, built twenty-one years ago, that is still in continual use. It belongs to the Abbe Gavois, who purchased it in 1895. I is a two-cylinder affair of two-horse power, capable of going two miles an hour, or slower than the average person walks. It has or¬ dinary wagon wheels, consequently bumps and jars more than the modern car when going at the rate of thirty miles an hour. The machine makes a loud noise and is hard to control. The lights go out with every big bump. —14— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ' 12 From time to time improvements have been added to this machine, such as lights and horns, but on the whole it remains the same as in 1891. Com- pare this pioneer with the wonderful big four or six cylinder car of 1912, from thirty to sixty horse power, capable of going anywhere, at any speed up to a mile a minute. The man of today steps into his car, closes the door to protect him from dust and cold, presses a button and away it bounds; if night overtakes him another button lights the lamps. His cai attains high smooth speed, cpiietly. in a few seconds, and the demountable rims make punctures a smile, for tires can be changed in a few minutes. The cushions are soft and deep, the perfect springs change rough roads into park boulevards, while the electric lights at night show the road an eighth of a mile ahead. The motor car of today placed beside the car of 1890, proves the state¬ ment that the development of the automobile has been faster than that of anv other mechanical convenience ever invented. PAUL SALES, ’15. —15— ®hr Jftttii at Itg (!Im ' k H ! dear me, if I had but known that I was going clear out of the world. J would never have let the folks persuade me to come to this place to teach.” ‘‘All aboard for Big Creek! shouted the stage-driver, as he jumped from his seat on the rickety old stage coach and, with several long strides, entered the little station-room where the school-teacher sat. “Howdye, are ye the schoolmarm that’s agoin’ to teach the Big Creek School this comin winter? If ye are, come on. I drive the stage out there, and I gota be agoin’, fer it’s gettin’ late.” With these words he picked up her suit-case and bundles and put them into the stage. Then, picking the school-teacher up bodily, he lifted her in and slammed the door. Before anything could be said, he was seated outside and with one loud crack of the whip they went jolting down the main street of the little western mining camp. The teacher looked out over the vast level of gray sage-brush toward the blue mountains, behind which the sun was slowly sinking. Whizzing through the unfamiliar country in the company of the gruff old driver, made the timid little teacher feel strange and lonely. They went faster and faster, till finally they came to a -sharp curve in the road. There was a loud crash. The coach lunged to one side, throwing the teacher heavily upon the floor. Before she gained her feet the driver thrust his head in the door with a loud, “Don’t git scared, ma’am, it’s only the hind wheel that’s got busted” “What are you going to do about it? Can you fix it?” asked the teach¬ er in a trembling voice. “Can’t do nothing ’cept go back to town and get a new wheel.” “Are you going back to town and leave me here!” “Well, I reckon that’s all I kin do. Fll ride one of the old horses back. It’ll likely take an hour or two, but you ' ll be all right.” The driver unhitched the horses and tied three of them to the stage. Taking the harness off from the fourth, he mounted it and rode away without further words to his passenger. She watched him until his form —1G— THE ENTERPRISE, D E C . ’12 gradually faded away in the darkness. While standing, she found the Oc¬ tober wind very cold, so began to walk along the road. After walking for some time, she discovered a light flickering in the distance. Thinking it could not be far, she turned her steps toward it. Gradually the air grew colder and became filled with fine sleet. The wind grew stronger until it was blowing a gale. The teacher, nc longer able to see the light, became bewildered and .sat down. Soon above the howling of the wind she heard someone whistling. As the sound came nearer, she could hear a horse walking on the frozen ground. She sprang to her feet and was startled to hear, “Whoa Darkle, my boy—must be something there when you get so scared. I’ll just get off and see what it is.” The form advanced toward her in the dark, and, trembling with feai and cold, she spoke. “Pardon me, sir, for causing you any trouble. I am the teacher that has come to teach the Big Creek school, and on the way over the stage broke down. The diiver had to go back to town and leave me alone, so I decided to walk to a light I saw, and got lost in this storm.” “It’s no trouble at all to help anybody that’s lost. You can ride my horse and I’ll walk home. It’s only about a mile. You can stay at our place till morning and then we’ll take you over to Big Creek.” “It’s very kind of you to offer me shelter, but couldn’t you tell me some wav to reach Big Creek tonight? I have to begin school in the morning.” “Now don’t you worry about gettin’ over there tonight. It’s too stormy to let you start out before morning. One day more won’t make any differ¬ ence in that school. The kids will think it’s great to stay out another day.” “Yes, I know, but I promised to be there to open school on the tenth of October, and I don’t like to break my promise.” “There’s Ma in the door now, watching for me. Hello, Ma. I found a schoolma’am that was lost out herein the sage-brush. Got a good fire and something hot? It’s powerful cold out tonight.” The young man lifted the teacher off the horse, and as she stepped into the light that shone from the lamp in the window, the old lady rushed out and put her motherly arms around the trembling little figure. She led her —17— THE ENTERPRISE, DEG. ’12 into the warm, cozy kitchen and gave her a chair near the stove, where the tea kettle was humming a merry tune and the air was filled with a delic¬ ious odor from the supper that was cooking. You poor honey, you re jist about friz, hem me rub your hands. Jist see how blue they are! How did ye come to git lost? Did ye start to go some place alone?” Aftei the teacher had related her story to the old lady, she was given a cup of steaming tea, which she began to sip slowly. Suddenly the door opened and a gust of cold, wintry wind entered, followed by the young man. “Well, Ma, what do you think of my find? Pretty good day’s work, eh ?” For goodness’ sake, George, don’t stop to talk now. Wash yourself for supper. Don’t you see the poor girl i,s ’most starved ?” Soon they were all seated about the little table chatting merrily, the teacher finding it almost impossible to keep her eyes off the big, bluff, but handsome young Westerner as he sat opposite her at the table. “Pardon me, but may I ask what your last name is?” “Sure thing, my name’s George Burton. Now tell us yours.” “Mine is Margaret Burns.” “Ye must have come from way back east some place, fer I never heard of anybody by that name around here anywhere,” put in Mrs. Burton, as she arose to clear away the supper dishes. I came from Chicago. It’s quite a long way to come to teach school, but my family urged me to come west, as they thought it would be good for me.” Gee Whiz! Just think of it, Ma, living in Chicago all yer life, then cornin’ out here and havin’ to put in a winter at old Arnold’s! Gee, but that’s pretty tough, let me tell you. Well, guess I got to feed my horses,” and the door closed with a bang behind George’s figure, as he went out in¬ to the darkness. “Now Honey, you can sleep in that room right there. I’ll call you early in the morning so George can take you over to Big Creek before school time, so long’s you think you got to be there.” —18— THE ENTERPRISE, ' DEC. ’12 Before Miss Burns realized it was morning, she heard a loud knock on her door, announcing that it was time to get up. Breakfast was soon over and she was started on her way to Arnold’s. The first day of June had come. Regretfully Miss Burns closed her desk. Although the ranches were far apart, each week had brought its evenings of amusement. They had often gone sleigh-riding, played games, or danc¬ ed. Altogether the year had passed too quickly. During the year Dark- ie had not failed to learn the road to the Big Creek school. Horse and rider had come under the influence of the pretty school schoolma ' am, and Darkie had come to expect his lump of sugar. The closing exercises of the school were over, and as she sat musing, she heard the clatter of Darkie’s hoofs approaching. The door was slowly pushed open. “I thought I would find you here. So this is the last day of school, and tomorrow you are going to leave for Chicago. “Yes, I leave tomorrow, and I certainly hate to go. I have had such a good time since I have been here.” “We hate to have you go, too. It ' s agoin’ to be awful lonesome here after you leave. Don’t you think you would like to a—um—or—oh well, stay here with me the rest of your life ? The little teacher blushed and hesitated. Then she moved slowly toward the door. “Oh George, please let me wait a little,” she breathed. “It means so much ’ George untied their horses and led them up to the steps. Then they mounted, and went side by side down the road to Arnold s, as they had done many times before. They were both silent until they turned into the lane that led up to the house. Then Miss Burns broke the silence. f have decided to stay with you, George.” vSo by George she stayed. LETITIA C. DANIELS, ’15. —19— i mtp T the gray end of the afternoon fifteen companies went through Salinas on their wav to the summer camp, and it was here that Scrap joined them. He did not tag at the heels of the following crowd, nor join the other dogs, but marched in front of the tall first Lieutenant of Company A. The Lieutenant was so fresh that his shoulder straps hurt him. He failed to see Scrap until, in quickening step, he stumbled over him and nearly measured his length. He aimed a kick and sent Scrap flying surprised, but not vindictive, to the side lines. Scrap, with scratched ear pricked, passed the regiment in review. When old Carey, Sergeant on the flank, passed by, he made a dart and fell in abreast of Company K. Carey looked back with a threat that sent Scrap tumb- ing head over heels. The Sergeant was satisfied that the dog was gone, but when camp was pitched he found himself confronted by a poor, disreput¬ able yellow cur. Ain t ye scared of nothin, ye little scrap?’ he said. Scrap, answering the first name he had ever known, barked shrilly. That night he went to sleep curled up in Carey’s cartridge belt, but in the morning the Sergeant missed him. He found the stray in Company B street, leaping for bones amidst the loud applause of the habitants. After a lot of wrangling over ownership, Carey was forced to say that Scrap be¬ longed to the whole regiment. There was no spot too secure or too sacred for Scrap to penetrate. Hie deposited dead rats in the Colonel’s shoes and slept in the Major’s hat box. One day the Colonel entered his quarters to find the yellow dog, fresh from the surf, reposing on his overcoat. Scrap fled with a sharp yell as a boot-tree caught him just above the tail. His exit did not fail to attract attention in the company’s street. The men were uneasy and at- supper their premonitions were fulfilled by an an¬ nouncement that read: “ALL DOGS FOUND IN CAMP WITHOUT COL¬ LARS WILL BE SHOT.” COMMANDING OFFICER. — 20 — THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 Now there were but two dogs in camp, and the Colonel’s wore a collar. The regiment heard the order with consternation. “That’ll fix it, said the Colonel, comfortably. “Suppose some one gets a collar, ’ suggested the Major, with a hint of hopefulness in his voice. “I know my regiment; there isn’t money enough in it three days before pay day to buy a collar button,” said the Colonel. Immediately after dinner there was a council of war in Carey’s tent. All next day Scrap was conspicuous in every quarter of the camp, but at supper time he was missed by the tall lieutenant of Company A. Next, morning the sentries, who had been very vigilant, reported that no man had left the camp that night, though a man on beat four must have failed in an extraordinary way to see a private crossing his line six feet in front of him. Next day the sight of twelve companies moving across the green field, with the step of one. filled the Colonel with pride. The regiment went to parade rest, and the band went past them to the reviewing stand. As it wheeled into place, the Colonel, who had been speaking to the Adjutant, bit his sentence in the middle and glared at something that moved, glittering at the heels of the drum major. The Colonel turned red. He coughed vio¬ lently as he addressed the Adjutant. “Have that dog brought here.” The Adjutant, biting his lip, motioned Carey to fall out. Tough old Carey tucked Scrap, struggling and glittering like a hardware shop, under his arm and saluted his Commander, while the review waited. “Sergeant, how many collars has that dog got on?” “Thirteen, sor,” said Carey. “‘What for? said the Colonel severely. “Wan for each company, sor, and wan for the band. E. LINOBERG, ’i 4 . OHirla’ AtliU ' tira THLETICS and open air sports have been taken up very extensively for girls the past few years, not as a pastime, but as an exercise necessary for proper physical develop¬ ment. The life of the school girl, for the greater part, is spent indoors. Practically the whole day is devoted to the school room, and duties at home are naturally in the house. Close confine¬ ment of this sort during the growing years is detrimental to the health. Statistics show that girls are more affected by long years of schooling than are boys. This is due in great part, to the fact that they do not have the advantages of recreation that boys do. Athletics for girls in the Petaluma High School consists mainly of Bas¬ ket Ball. It is a healthful exercise, but very strenuous, and one in which but a comparative few can participate on account of its character and rules. The game demands strong, active girls, thus barring the weaker ones to whom the exercise is more essential. Considering personal inclination, many gills do not care for Basket Ball, but would take up some other ex¬ ercise if they could. Modern high schools are furnished with gymnasiums fully equipped with apparatus for physical culture. Here the individual is offered a choice of exercise to her liking or physical ability. Proper interest must be shown by the faculty for the students to respond. Girls as a rule, on account of natural diffidence, leave athletics to boys, but in hundreds of schools and colleges, especially in private institutions, a certain amount of gymnasium work is demanded. It is realized that girls, as well as boys, require athletic training and development. Interest and equipment for athletic work are sadly lacking in Petalu¬ ma High School. During the terms of 1909-10-ri Basket Ball, which is the girls only form of athletics, died out altogether. Mismanagement and lack of interest combined to break up the true spirit of the game_the spmt of clean competition and wholesome enjoyment of the recreation. In the fall term of 1911 and spring of 1912, interest was again manifested and encouraged by certain members of the faculty. Once again Basket Ball was established in the school. But how long can it last? Up to this year diere has been no established court for practice. Owing to the untiring — 22 — THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 persistence and ceaseless energy of Mr. Young, a member of the High School faculty, an outdoor court has been completed. But owing to wet weather during the Basket Ball season an outdoor court is inadequate. What the high school needs and has needed for years is a gymnasium. The time will come when the pupils can no longer be crowded into the present building and the erection of a new one can not be avoided. Then the students will enjoy the improvements that go with modern high school buildings. Meanwhile, let us make the most of our present facilities and promote girls’ athletics to the greatest extent possible, not only raising the standard of the school in athletics, but gaining for ourselves valuable physical training. SIDNA HELMAN, T3. — 23 — iRoljttt ijonii anil AUin-a-iab In the bold days of chivalry, There dwelt in the forest of Sherwood, Where the blithe birds sang so merrily, The merry men of Robin Hood. One day as Robin Hood did stand, Under a tree so green, There passed along a gay young man, Whose wedding would soon be seen. The very next day bold Robin Hood, Stood under the very same tree, When came the same young man so good. With many a tear in his e’e. Then out from the green wood Robin stepped, And to the youth spoke he, “Now my young man so good,” he said, “What gold ha’e ye for me?” “I ha’e nae thing, but a good gold ring, Which I ha’e kept years seven. For my dear bride at our glad wedding, But she to another is gi’en.” “Your name, your name, ye ha’e nae told.” “My name is Allin-a-Dale.” “What will ye gi’e in fee or gold, If I your bride reclaim?” “I ha’e nae gold to gi’e,” he said, “But T your man will be.” “Then e’er night come your bride you’ll win, If ye will follow me.” Like a harper then to the church he went. The bride and groom to see; The groom was rich, but old and bent; The bride had tears in her e’e. ‘This is no match,” said Robin Hood, A.s a blast on his horn he blew; Straightway four and twenty stood, With Allin-a-Dale so true. “Now whom do you choose?” said Robin Hood. “Oh! Allin-a-Dale,” .she did say, And so they were married then and there, And returned to the forest so gay. BETH THOM, ’15. — 24 — A Nigljt at IE crackling fire on the hearth hissed as rain drops now and then found their way down the old brick chimney. The windows rattled and the ocean spray dashed against them, running down in tiny rivulets. Jim sat in his old arm chair, gazing dreamily into the fire, thinking perhaps of his youthful adventures at sea. Rising slowly, he stepped to the door. The sky was black and streaks of lightning flashed continually between the clouds; peals of thunder were heard above the roar of the ocean, and the lamp on the table almost flick¬ ered out in the rising wind. The waves dashed with increasing fury against the rocks and the life-saving station, but some minutes had passed before Jim was conscious of the fact that he was thoroughly drenched, and shud¬ dering, he stepped inside, drawing the door shut. Hark! what was that? Was it the wind or the waves? Jim opened the door. Again it came—a low moan from over the sea. Again he heard it, a cry of distress, a ship in the storm. No time could be lost; going to the couch where Jack, his life-long companion lay sleeping, he aroused him with a word, and while Jack was putting on his oilskins, Jim prepared the lifeboat for the journey. Soon both were seated and Jim quickly pushed the boat down the slide into the water. Again came the cry of distress, which they could now distinguish clear¬ ly from the eastward; a low wail which died away into the dull roar of the breakers. They bent to the oars and the boat leaped over the crests of the approaching waves. The ocean was dark and forbidding on every side, but the lightning occasionally served to guide their course toward the unfortunate ship. A light flashed over the waves, accompanied by the call for help, and the two men saw before them a fishing schooner partly sub¬ merged. The waves were beating with terrific force against its battered side? and, clinging desperately to the rail, were the crew. The ship was be¬ ing beaten mercilessly against the jagged rocks. Could rescue reach them in time? It seemed as if the ship would hold together no longer. In the flash of light the crew saw the rescuers; hope rose in their hearts, — 25 —’ THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. 12 but at each unsuccessful attempt of the lifeboat their hope sank. Louder the waves roared and higher they dashed over the doomed vessel. Above the din of the storm could be heard the creaking of timbers. The two men redoubled their efforts and as the waves receded, reached the side of the schooner. Soon all but the captain were lowered into the lifeboat, and rowing toward the shore. The crew turned for a last look at the sinking vessel, and beheld their captam .standing at the bow, facing an inevitable death in the only home he had known since he had left the little cottage of his mother to seek the life of a sailor. He turned toward the help he had refused, as fearless as the waves which would soon close over and around him. The schooner gave a lurch into the waves, which moaned mournfully as the vessel sank for¬ ever into the blackness of the swirling water. Awed by this dreadful scene, those in the lifeboat pursued in silence their journey toward the shore. Hours had passed and the storm was dying down with the approach of morning. A light appeared in the east and the sun rose slowly above the gray waters, shedding bright golden rays across the scene of the night’s devastation. HELEN MOTT, ’14. A §0ultymt fijmtar Party EM chilluns is comin; sho nuf, Miss Melissa, ’cause here done come de carriage,” said old Aunt Dinah as she ap- 33 Wn peared, very much excited, at the door of her mistress ilstS room. n (i her excitement was not altogether unnatural, foi h hid been some time since Miss Melissa Perkins had entertained company for two whole weeks. It is very unlikely that she would have done so this time under ordinary circumstances. But do not judge Miss Melissa too harshly. Although still a “Miss,” she had long ago left her girlhood be¬ hind her. She was the elder daughter of an old Virginia family and had re ¬ ceived the training considered befitting a girl of her position. Modesty had alwavs been her most prominent characteristic. The lapse of years tended to make the ideas of her girlhood even more pronounced and she grew to consider noisiness a form of vulgarity only permissable in the negro quarters. In spite of her peculiarities, Melissa was kind-hearted. Her parents died years before, leaving to her, as her share of their for¬ tune, the large plantation, which had always been her home. There were many negroes still on the place, who lived contentedly in the little cabins once occupied by slaves. These darkies were free to go away if they wish¬ ed to, but they loved the plantation and their old master s daughter, and besides they could not hope to find more favorable conditions. They were treated kindly, worked undriven and their needs were generously supplied in return. Miss Melissa realized very little profit from the place, but that was not her object. She was not a business woman, and never womed about things except in case of sickness down in the quarters. Some of the negroes worked in and around the house, and thus Melissa lived contented¬ ly and quietly with her servants. Among these was old Aunt Dinah, who was cook and general manager of the house. Melissa had a sister, who was married and lived in Washington, D. C. This sister and her husband were traveling abroad at the time of my story and their two children were coming to spend the Christmas vacation with their aunt. Jack, the older of the two, was a student at Harvard, and —27— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 Eleanor, his sister, attended a boarding school. It was their arrival which Aunt Dinah so excitedly announced. “How you did frighten me, Aunt Dinah,” said Melissa, as she picked up her ball of yarn. “Pray don’t allow yourself to become so enthused.” Calmly she walked down the hall and out on the large stone porch. The carriage drove up, but had scarcely stopped before Eleanor, a lively mite about seventeen, with heavy braids of golden-yellow hair, bounded up the steps, and throwing both arms about her aunt, gave her a hearty hug and kiss. This was a great surprise to Melissa, who considered it more lady¬ like to meekly press a kiss upon the forehead. v She was positively astound ¬ ed when Jack, a strong athletic fellow, almost lifted her from the floor. And then after the greetings Jack insisted on helping the darky carry in their things, and Eleanor laughingly declared that she did not need a maid to dress her for dinner. “My goodness!” exclaimed Melissa to herself, with more emphasis than she had ever used before. “Did anyone ever see such ill-trained children! What a pity for such a lovely boy and girl to be brought up so. There they come now, running down stairs. It’s positively indecent.” Eleanor flung herself down on a footstool by her aunt, while Jack loung¬ ed comfortably in a large chair opposite. “Oh, Aunt Millie,” exclaimed Eleanor, “your home is just simply great! Such beautiful big halls, and rooms, and such tiny steps, and for the love of mi—. I mean, for goodness sake, how many bedrooms are there up¬ stairs? I found seven, not counting my own!” “And, by Jove, you’ve the swellesthorses I’ve seen outside the races!” said Jack. Just then dinner was announced; and Melissa was further shocked by the hugeness of Jack s appetite, and even Eleanor unhesitatingly passed her plate for the second helping. During the evening Melissa was kept in constant amazement by the doings and sayings of her young relatives. As the hall clock struck nine, Eleanor vawningly announced her intention of going to bed, even if it were ridiculously early. Same here, said Jack, “haven’t had a respectable snooze for ages. Me for the feathers.” “Well I should say it was nigh onto late bedtime, anyway,” declared Melissa, hotly. After bidding their aunt good-night. Jack and Eleanor walked upstairs together. “Gee, Jack, she’s worse than Miss Walker at school.” —28— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 “Well, I guess,” Jack replied, “and say—I got telegrams from Harry and his sister Grace, and the others we invited here. They’re all comin and some will arrive tomorrow.’ “That’s great!” exclaimed Eleanor, “but you haven’t said a thing to Aunt Melissa about it. Oh, Dick, she’s so queer.” “Well,” laughed Jack, “maybe it is queerness. Ma wrote and told me about her, and asked me to try and subdue myself while here; but that wouldn ' t be any fun. We’re going to civilize our Aunt Melissa.” “But how, Jack, how?” “Why, just havin’ all the fun we want. You see, I’ve invited Harry’s bachelor’uncle, James Harper. He’s a trifle old, of course, and I think will have some influence over Aunt Melissa. Say, this will be the Christmas of our lives! With those six girls and boys and Aunt Melissa and Uncle Tames, we’ll have some house party. “Well I guess yes,” said Eleanor, with a savage little twinkle in her eyes, “especially when Grace is one of those six girls. “Don’t talk, kiddo; I guess you’re just about as much interested in one certain Harry.” “Good night,” said Eleanor, with a double meaning, and was soon laugh¬ ing behind her own door. Jack laughed, then thrusting his hands into his pockets, strolled on to his room, whistling a school song. The next morning at breakfast he casually told his aunt of the additional company which would arrive in a few hours. “You see, Aunt Melissa, I knew yui wouldn’t care. They are such per¬ fectly splendid fellows, every one of them, and then I was so terribly busy with my finals that I couldn’t find time to write and ask you about it. You¬ ’ve plenty of room, and I know you’ll enjoy seeing the old place a scene of real Christmas again.” “And. Aunt Melissa, you’ll just love every one of the girls, too, especial¬ ly Grace (rolling her eyes toward Jack). She s a perfect darling with dim¬ ples and black curls.” “Why, how you children do shock me, sure enough,” said Aunt Melissa, in amazement. “The very idea of all those young men and women com¬ ing here unchaperoned. It’s ridiculous. And I don’t know a single one of them. Why, it’s absurd.” “They’re not to be unchaperoned, Aunt Melissa. Grace’s ' uncle, Mr. James Harper, of Washington, is coming to bring them. He is a most perfect gentleman, and I think answers very well for a chaperone,” said Jack. 29— THE ENTERPRISE. DEC. ’12 “A MAN! 0.h horrors! Do you mean that you children have invited a man I do not know to my house? What on earth shall I do?” Jack was rather surprised at the turn things had taken . Was it possible that Aunt Melissa saw no pleasure in the possibility of meeting an affinity? It was up to him to fix things some way. He assumed a somewhat offend¬ ed air, and said: “I don’t suppose the gentleman will stay more than a few hours, for lie has business in the southern part of the state. Surely, Aunt Melissa, you won’t tear down the reputation this house has always had for hospitality.” “Well, r presume I shall have to stand it,” she replied, “but if I’d known it before 1 should never, never have consented to this sort of thing ' .” “I know it,” thought Jack, but he to himself. oas wise enough to keep his thoughts Just then Aunt Dinah opened the door and exclaimed, “Dey’s a car- liage comin Miss Melissa. We s getcin ' mo ' company!” Jack sprang up and looked out the window. “It’s Harry and Grace and Uncle Janies,” he cried, delightedly. “My lands! exclaimed Melissa, fixing her hair. “I’ ll just about have time to fix up a bit before they get here. This last she said almost uncon¬ sciously to herself, as she climbed the stairs with more speed than Tack thought possible. Tia, la tra la, sang Jack, with a few fancy steps, “what did I tell you ?” Soon Aunt Melissa came down in her newest morning dress, and her best curls. You look awfully nice,” said Eleanor, sweetly, but Melissa only frowned. After the formality of introducing the guests to their hostess’ the boys and girls went outside to see the place, leaving Aunt Melissa and Uncle James chatting freely in the drawing room. Doth Jack and Eleanor had been too much interested otherwise on the arrival of their guests to notice the blush and drooped lashes of their aunt, as Uncle James gallantly kissed her hand. Had Jack seen it, he would have exclaimed to himself, “One good big point to start with.” During the following day five more girls and five more boys arrived at the plantation. Once as Jack and Grace were passing through the hall, they overheard a bit of conversation between Uncle James and Aunt Me- lissa. My! what a noise those children are making over that game they are playing,” said she. “Yes,” he replied, “they are altogether too noisy. I will speak to Harrv when I get an opportunity.” —30— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 “Oh! you must not do that,” interrupted Melissa, “let them enjoy them¬ selves.” ‘‘They are surely doing that,” said Uncle James, “and Miss Perkins, 1 wish to tell you how much I have enjoyed your hospitality since “You do not mean that you are going to leave us!” interrupted Melissa. “Yes, this afternoon,” he replied. “Why_a—I should like you to stay till after Christmas if you can, said Melissa, hesitatingly. “I shall remain with sincerest pleasure,” returned Uncle James gallant¬ ly. “Great!” exclaimed Jack to Grace in undertones, as they proceeded down the hall. “Say, Tack, I believe they’re in dead earnest, don’t you?” asked Grace. “It sure listened that way,” replied Jack, as they entered the room where the games were in progress. Next morning they decided to have an early ride. Jack and hdeano. both urged Melissa to go along, in vain, but when Uncle James requested it, she readily assented. Everyone noticed, too, that Uncle James and Aunt Melissa rode always in the rear, and that their horses kept together unusually well. In this manner things went on for a week. There were rides, croquet games, evenings of fun in the drawing room, taffy pulls, launch rides on the river, and general merry-making, Melissa’s opposition to which became weaker as the days went by. At last the day before Christmas arrived. The boys and girls went out after holly and evergreens, and by evening the house was decorated in true Christmas fashion. ‘ Jack had planned a Christmas Eve dance, and even secured musicians for the occasion. He told Aunt Dinah that she was the very best cook in the world, and she in turn promised a “spread at mid¬ night, fit for a king’s banquet. The evening arrived without Melissa knowing a single thing of the ap¬ proaching event. Uncle James, of course, knew. About an hour before the dance was to start, Mr. James Harper sent a note to Miss Melissa Perkins, “requesting the pleasure of her company to a Christmas Eve Ball, in tlieDrawingRoom,” in reply to which Miss Perkins sent a gracious ac¬ ceptance. By half-past eight the hoys and girls were assembled. Pretty colored party dresses, bright lights, red and green decorations and the stately beau¬ ty of a colonial mansion—all these together made up an unusually elaboi- ate ball room. —31— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 I here was a loud rustle of silk, and turning, everyone beheld Mr. Har¬ per, with Miss ' Melissa by his side. Both were dressed in evening cos¬ tume, and Grace could not. suppress an exclamation of admiration. Soon the opening waltz began, and Uncle James was the first to succeed in swinging his partner under the mistletoe. Everyone stopped to see the fun. “Don’t, let a good chance like that go by, Uncle James,” said Harry, as he saw his uncle hesitate. Uncle James drew himself up to his full height, then making a grand bow, said: “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present to vou my bride to be.” Speechless surprise prevailed throughout the room, and Melissa blush- ingly gazed at the floor, Eleanor was the first to come to herself. “Three big cheers for Aunt Melissa and Uncle James!” she cried, and the response would have done credit to a whole rooting section at one of our field meets. Now, said Jack to Harry on the side, after congratulations were over, “that’s what call a double game. There goes the next dance. Where’s that mistletoe ?” ETHEL HALL, ’13. An fExpprmur in Straiten (Founded on Fact.) HILE completing my musical education in Dresden, the following thrilling episode occurred, the details of which are indelibly impressed on my mind. The Pension, a big building where I was studying, was situated on Uuttischu Strasse. The massive doorway gave entrance into the big hall which was used as a dining and a common room. Doors leading into the other rooms on the ground floor opened out of the hall. Fraulein Losehand, the principal of the establishment, had just received a telegram from her father, an attache of the Mechlinburg Schwerin Court, that her mother was dying and that if she wished to see her alive she must come at once. Fraulein had hurriedly engaged a new French teacher, who was expected that afternoon. She sent for me and asked me if, as my room was a big double bedded sitting room, I would mind if the new teacher slept with me. I told her I should be very glad. The cab which was to convey Fraulein and her luggage to the station was already at the door when the bell rang. Upon the door’s being opened, there entered one of the strangest women I have ever seen. She was short, yet one seemed small in her presence. Her hair, which was light and abundant, was arranged in the very latest style and she carried a suitcase. The girls, who up to this time, had been talking in excited groups, stop¬ ped abruptly and could scarcely take their eyes from the visitor. Frau¬ lein hurried out of her rooms, and, seeing the stranger, asked what she could do for her. The lady replied that she had come to offer herself for the post of French teacher. Fraulein hurried her into the office and in about ten minutes reappeared and asked for me. She told me that she had engaged her for an indefinite penod—that she had splendid leferences and that she would sleep in my room. My first opinion of her was one of distrust and so I told Fraulein, but, being reassured hv her, went to see that everything was in readiness for the new teacher. Fraulein bid us a hasty goodbye and departed. The French teacher went to her room. The rest of the day was spent as usual. In the evening I went to the theatre with my chum and enjoyed it immensely. We arrived home about —33— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 half past eleven and, not feeling particularly tired, went to mv chum’s room and chatted. We talked about the new teacher and I confided my fear to my friend. She tried to cheer me up, but T had worked myself up to such a pitch that T was afraid to go to my room. However, T at last screwed up my courage and reached my own door. On opening the door T thought my room was on fire. A cloud of smoke greeted my entrance. I wanted to .scream, but remembered in time that it would probably create a panic. Seeing no flames, T went in. A most dreadful sight met my eyes. Seated in my armchair, his feet on my foot¬ stool, a tankard of ale by his side, not a vestige of hair on his head, and a pipe in his mouth from which issued volumes of smoke, sat what I at first took for a man. I was preparing to beat a hasty retreat, when the person remarked: “Come in, my dear! Come in! I’m the new French teacher Shut the door and come in!” T obeyed in fear and trembling, but took the chair nearest the door. Madame then explained to me, binding me to absolute secrecy. She said that she was one of the murderers of Sir Frederick Cavendish; that her husband was in prison in Siberia, and that she was obliged to go about in disguise because the police of many countries were searching for her. She then showed me her disguise box. She had some of the mlost wonderful disguises imaginable. I listened to her, dumb with horror, and when at last T crept to bed, I was not particularly gratified to see Madame place a loaded revolver under her pillow. I woke early the next morning and was in time to see Madam dress.” First from the disguise box she took a pencil with which she blackened her eyebrows. Then her lips and cheeks were touched up with rouge. Last¬ ly the wonderful false hair was fixed on. She then spoke to me and I got up. That was the first and last time I slept with her, for the next night I made up my bed in a friend’s room. A few days later, after returning from a skating on the Carola See, I found that the police had come and taken Madame. She was expelled from Dresden and the country. She was one of the most brilliant women I have ever met. She could converse in seven different languages, and had her energies been turned in a different direction, I have no doubt but that she would have made a mark for herself in the world’s history. GLADYS CORRY, ’15 Ntgljt Soul of the Night, in mystic Silence veiled, What yearnings to my slumbering heart thou bring’st! Beneath thy .spell so soft, so subtly sweet, I hear, of ages long a-gone, the call. My soul gropes blindly forth to know thy secret old; Life is so strange, so baffling, so unreal! Tn thy embrace, O Night, I rest .secure,— But Daylight comes, and Dreams will fade and fall! The Stars, now pausing in their silent march. Look down from velvet depths and whisper low: “Ah, child, why would’st thou know what He in wisdom hides? Be patient, wait, as thus in world-old Silence, we.” I hear a night-bird’s song, in promise thrilling sweet; A perfumed zephyr breathes against my burning brow; Feeling the world, beneath thy spell, in holy stillness wrapped, My soul is in some measure satisfied,—I ' ll wait,—and trust in Thee. G. G. M. HE moon shone down on the little lake in the forest and all was still save the soft lapping of the water and the wind whispering in the trees, A man , white and wan in the moonlight, sat crouched against a tree at the foot of a small cliff. His clothes were torn, his face and arms were scratched and bleeding and one leg lay broken and useless. Fear stood in his eyes. At the faintest sound he shuddered and looked wildly about him, as though seeking a place to hide. In both hands he clutched a bag which he held jealously to him. —35— THE ENTERPRISE, D E C . ’12 A sound broke the stillness. He started up, but sank back in an agony of pain. Again it came, like the trampling of many feet through the un¬ derbrush. A vision rose before him; a lonely cabin in the mountains, a man lying cold and still across the threshold, and himself, the bag- in his hand, stealing quickly away through the trees. He saw the wild run through the forest, heard again the cries of the miners as they followed in hot pursuit and then the awful fall over the cliff, which had left him mangled and helpless on the shore of the lake. The sounds grew nearer and more distinct e very moment. He had elud¬ ed them—but for how long? He knew what it would mean when they found him. He would be hanged from the very tree which now sheltered him. Miners had no mercy for a thief and a murderer. They were thrashing their way through the underbrush close at hand— he could hear their voices now. In an agony of terror he looked about him. 1 here was only one way—the lake! In horrible pain he dragged himself slowly down to the water; the bag lay forgotten beside the tree. With a moan he pushed himself forward and the deep, moonlit waters of the lake closed over him. HELEN OLMSTED, 14. ®lfp iEtttprpria? Published Semi-annually by the Student Body of the Petaluma High School. Volume XXXV; No. I. Oitarial Btnff Frances L. Brown Genevieve G. Mott Literary Organizations Athletics School Notes Exchanges Joshes Art - - - ------ Editor-in-Chief . Associate Editor Srjjartutntta ------ Ethel Hall -------- Everett Linoberg --------- Dickson Brown _ ----- Charlotte Chamberlin --------- Ruth Preshaw _ --------- Alec Orr Helen Mott, Morse Bowles, Hebe Dykes Jack Cline Charlotte Chamberlin —37— - - - Manager Associate Manager (0m Nnu rltnnl (? CP v) CllCl n0t ° Ur newhi £ b scbo °l at the spring election, ywt ]( but we ne ed not stop thinking about it and talking about IV M3 JJ t, because it is coming. Educational methods are being Changed and improved all the time, just as are business —-methods, and, especially in the case of high schools, there has been a decided change of plan. No new idea is at once accepted, but must stand the test of experience. The broader plan of higher education, worked out in the new high school has proven a decided success and has supplied a greatly felt need in the educational system, and it is therefore, no more than reasonable to expect that the movement will spread until all high schools are conducted in accordance with it. The new schoo l, whose existence we anticipate, is not merely a fine building with plenty of room in it for all and with a more convenient ar- rangement than we have at present. It is an institution arranged and con¬ ducted on an entirely new plan. Its object is to furnish not only an op- poitunity for gaining general knowledge such as will prepare one for fur¬ ther specialized training, but also to afford its students the opportunity of gaining a working knowledge of the various trades and lines of work without any expense to themselves. In Los Angeles, bulletins are fur¬ nished, giving information regarding the different courses of study, stating definitely how great the demand is for those trained in each particular line and also what salary their education will enable them to receive. This il¬ lustrates very clearly the practical basis on which the new high school is es¬ tablished, as opposed to the purely classical basis of the old one. 1 he time is rapidly approaching when Petaluma will advance to this standaid, as it has advanced in accordance with other progressive move- —38— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 merits. We need not, therefore, regard the situation as hopeless. The fu¬ ture of our school is very bright, and even if these advantages are not offered during our own high school days, we can take unselfish pleasure in the fortune of those who come later. of liBriplto From the attitude of some of the students toward the discipline of the school, it is evident that there are a number who misunderstand its pur¬ pose. There seems to be an idea prevalent that the strict enforcement of the rules of the institution is a source of great satisfaction to the members of the faculty and a means of obtaining vengeance upon individuals. So long as this feeling prevails it is impossible that the true purpose of discip¬ line should be accomplished. It is, of course, necessary, in the management of an institution compos¬ ed of several hundred students, that certain rules should be complied with in order that its work may be successfully conducted, and as the sole ob¬ ject of its maintenance is that it shall be of benefit to the students, it is evi¬ dent that anything which makes its system more perfect is of direct advant¬ age to them. Discipline is not maintained, however, solely for temporary conven¬ ience. There is a deeper purpose in the minds of those who demand it. They realize, more fully than is possible for us, what qualities are neces¬ sary to success in the business and social circles into which we shall some day enter. Their object in correcting our faults and careless habits is not. merely to secure order for the time being, but to inculcate in us a regard for the rights of others and a respect for authority, qualities which arc fundamental in every good citizen. Realizing this, it is no more than just that we should show our appreciation of their friendly advice by exhibiting a willingness to be corrected and by giving them our earnest cooperation. Arktumilr ptntt We avail ourselves of this opportunity to express our thanks to all those who have assisted in the production of this volume. We appreciate the helpful suggestions and the contributions, as well as the financial support of the school as a whole. —39— AssoriatpJi Utiintt0 Although yet in its infancy, the Associated vStudent Body, under its new officers, has rapidly forged ahead. A meeting was held on May fifteenth tor the purpose of nominating officers for the ensuing term. On ' the seven¬ teenth an election was held, which resulted as follows: President, Harry Brown. Vice President, Alice Canevascini. Secretary, Charlotte Chamberlin. Harry Brown soon left school, and Alice Canevascini was advanced to le presidency. On August twenty-sixth an election was held and Gene¬ vieve Luff was chosen vice president. Much credit is due those students who conceived the idea of changing the Athletic Association into the Student Body. The Constitution drawn up by them has filled the needs of the entire school. This serves in a very large measure to unite the school and strengthen its spirit. Now all the stuc ents pull together in the sports, and not against each other, as they formerly did. 3 Hie Board of Control is the governing body of the school. It consists ot the following students: President of the Associated Students, Chairman Board of Control, Alice Canevascini. Vice President of the Associated Students, Genevieve Luff. Secretary of the Associated Students. Charlotte Chamberlin. Treasurer of the Associated Students. PL N. Young. Faculty Representative, Miss McLaurin. Editor of the Enterprise, Frances Brown. Manager of the Enterprise, Tack Cline. Managers of the various activities: Baseball. Parker Hall. Boy s Basket Ball, Harold Peck. Girls Basket Ball, Clara M ' eeks. Track, Ray Skilling. During the term much business was transacted and among other things, two sets of hurdles were purchased for the track, a basket ball for the boys, ' and money was furnished for the expenses of the track team to two field meets. —40— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’lfc 1913 President, Harold Peck. Vice President. Alice Canevascini. Sec. Treas., Genevieve Luff. The class of ’13 is one of the largest in the school They take a leading part in the school activities. The officers of the Student Body, and the ed¬ itor and the manager of the Enterprise are members of this class. It was very influential in selecting a permanent school pin. This is a thing that has been needed for years, but it took a progressive class to establish it. 1914 President, Dick Brown. Vice President, Parker Hall. Sec. and Treas., Benson WIialley. The J unior class organized for the year on August 8th. Officers were elected and the question of dues was settled. Plans were formulated foi the Senior reception. This class figured prominently in Track. They won the Inter-class, and showed up in the big meets. 1315 President, Beth Thom. Vice President, Herbert Cochrane. Sec. and Treas., Letitia Daniels. On August fifth a meeting was called by the class of 15 and officeis were elected. The class dues were fixed at ten cents. They have given many pie and candy sales this term to increase then- treasury fund. They intend to make the Freshman reception a very elab¬ orate affair this year. lain President,, Clifford Stice. Vice President, Ivan Liddle. Sec. and Treas., Bessie Gallagher. The Freshman class this term is one of the largest that has ever entered Petaluma High. Thev were organized and initiated by the Juniors and Seniors on August ninth. Although only Freshmen, they exhibit much school spirit and support school activities very well. -— 4 1—� ®rark CHOOL had no sooner opened in August than everyone began to talk about fall track. Ray Skilling had been elected manager for the year and Dick Brown captain. The mile course at Kenilworth Park was soon obtained to train on and a large number of boys appeared in suits the first night. As it was learned that the meet of the S. N. S. C. A. L. would be held at Cloverdale on October 19th, and that of the N. W. S. L. A. A. L. at Santa Rosa on October 26th, the boys set out in earnest to prepare for these competitions. On October 4th and 5th an interclass field meet was held, in which everyone could enter as many events as he wished. Two new sets of hurd¬ les were made for the meet and great interest was shown by the school and by the members of the faculty. The meet was won by the Junior class with a score of fifty-seven points. The Sophomores were a close second with 54 points and the Freshman class made 10 points. The Senior class was not represented. Shortly after this another interclass meet was held. There was much more competition in this event than on the first occasion, because the meet served as a tryout for the team. The Sophomores won the meet with 59 points. The Juniors came second with 48 points and the Fresh¬ men third with 7 points. A few days later the team for the meet at Cloverdale was selected as follows: Hatton, McKinney, Oxender, Smith, Tonningsen, Ward, Skilling, Dykes, Sexton, Stice and Brown. On the morning of the 19th, the team, with two members of the facul¬ ty and a few rooters, left on a special train for Cloverdale. The boys on the team were all small and inexperienced, but nevertheless, they suc¬ ceeded in winning fourth place in the meet with 29 points, a record of which they were not ashamed. Oxender, a low Sophomore, won the pole vault at 10 feet 5 inches. He attracted much attention by his size com¬ pared with his opponents and by his peculiar form in going over the bar. Dykes proved himself the best high jumper on the field by clearing the -43- THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ' 12 bar at 5 feet 7 3 4 inches. He, too, was the smallest in his event and was jumping against old timers. Skilling ran second in both the mile and the 440 yard dash, and ran a great race in each case. Stice. the only Fresh¬ man on the team, took third place in the 880 yard dash and McKinney took third place in the high hurdles. Brown won the 880 yard dash in good time, while the relay team pulled third. Those who did not make points ran their races well and were game to the finish. A week later the same team, with a large crowd of rooters, journeyed to Santa Rosa on a special car to attend the second big meet. Owing to the wet weather and the condition of the track, the meet was not very en¬ joyable. Our team did not make quite as many points a.s in the Cloverdale meet, for the reason that they were competing - with older and more exper¬ ienced athletes. Skilling, the star of the day for Petaluma, won the mile run in great time. He judged his race perfectly and did good head work all the way through. Dykes took second in the high jump, clearing the bar at 5 feet 3 4 inches. McKinney ran third in the high hurdles and Oxender tied for third in the pole vault, clearing the bar at 10 feet 1 inch. Brown ran fourth in the 880 yard dash, adding another point to the list. The boys have done splendid work this season, considering their small size and lack of experience, and if they continue to train faithfully, should be able to win high honors next year. d trla’ laakrt iall Greater interest is being shown in girls’ basket ball this season than last and a successful year is expected. The girls, under the instruction of Miss McLaurin, a member of the faculty, are practicing diligently and several games are to be played before the Christmas vacation. Sidna Helman captains the team this year and Clara Meeks has been elected manager. A word of credit should be given to the members of the second team, who are in every way giving their aid to the first. The first team, as it is now chosen, is as follows: Forwards—Marjorie Barber, Bessie Skilling. Guards—Sidna Helman, Clara Meeks. Center—Ruth Stavner. Side Centers—Martha Wessels, Marjorie Gossage. —46— N August 5th more than two hundred boys and girls were seen wending their Way up the hill to begin a new year at the Petaluma High School. Arriving at the school, they were greatly disappointed to find two very dear mem¬ bers of the faculty missing, Miss Perkins and Miss Sweed. Flitting about the rooms were seen two new teachers, Miss Alice Polland, with various Latin books under her arms, and Miss Clara McLaurin, with histories and first year English books. These new teachers have already made us their friends, and we feel happy to have them with us, even while we regret the loss of our former faculty members. At the beginning of the term, a school orchestra was formed by a num¬ ber of the boys. A great deal of enthusiasm was shown, and the boys prac¬ ticed diligently. On the evening of August 30th, the Student Body gave a dance at Guild Flail for the purpose of raising money for the school paper. Dancing was enjoyed until the midnight hour to music furnished by the school or¬ chestra. Although the amount of money was not made which should have been, everyone present had a most delightful time and the clock struck twelve all too soon. On October 17th, the pupils were greatly pleased by a visit from their old time friend and teacher, Miss Helen Perkins. She spent the day at the school, visiting among the different classes, being particularly interested in the English work. Every other Friday afternoon the pupils gather in the Assembly Hall, where very pleasing and interesting programs are rendered. Those who — 47 — T HE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 are on the committee for the Senior-Sophomore programs are: Marion Orr, Kathryn Dray and Gladys Corry; while those on the Junior-Fresh¬ man committee are: Clara Meeks, Hebe Dykes and Dorothea Bolz. The following excellent programs Were rendered during the fall term: August. 30th. Piano Solo . Theodore Schoeningh Reading .. Miss Prutzman Piano Solo . I ena Brown Vocal Solo . Ethel Hall Piano Solo . Dorothea Bolz Piano Solo Reading . Vocal Solo Recitation September 27th. Lillian Andrews . Mr. Way . Bernice Smith . . Mis-s Polland October nth. Mandolin Solo . Sidney Neall Recitation . Kathryn Dray ocai uet . Misses Robertson and Polland On November 22nd, instead of the regular program, Mr. Lippitt very kindly gave a talk on Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata and afterwards ren¬ dered it beautifully on the piano. Tie also played another selection for the students and they appreciated his kindness very much. On October 17th, the pupils gathered in the Assembly Hall for a rally. Lnder the leadership of Randolph Christie, the yell leader, many speeches and yells were given. Some new yells were learned and the school spirit was again revived. The boys on the track team all agreed “to do the best they could” at the S. N. S. C. A. L. meet the next day. A week later, another rally was held to cheer the boys on for the N. W. S. L. A. A. L. meet. On November 15th, at Guild Hall, the Student Body presented the three-act. farce, called “Tommy’s Wife.” Miss Mabel Sweed kindly gave up her time to coach the play and the success of the performance was largely due to her efforts. The farce was unusually well rendered and a —48— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 large crowd was in attendance, owing to the fine support given by the school. After the farce, refreshments were served by a number of the girls and dancing was enjoyed until the midnight hour. The following is the cast whose members performed their parts so well: Thomas Pittman Carothers, artist. Alec Orr Rose Carothers, his sister . Frances Brown Dick Grannis, in love with Rose. Randolph Christie Patty Campbell, student of dramatic school .Helen Olmsted Mrs. De Yorburgh Smith, wealthy society woman .Sidna Helman Sylvia, her daughter.Charlotte Chamberlin Edith, a friend of Rose . Elzada Gross Pierre. Le Bouton, French fencing master .Everett Linoberg A week after the presentation of “Tommy’s Wife,” Miss Sweed delight¬ fully entertained the members of the cast at her home. A most enjoyable evening was spent in talking over the farce and in going through parts of it. Dainty refreshments were served, and at a late hour the guests depart¬ ed, feeling that the play had been a very pleasant experience for them¬ selves, as well as a benefit to the school. —49 THE ECHO, Santa Rosa. The Echo of Santa Rosa is one of the best papers we receive. We wish to commend you for the neat way in which your class pictures are arrang¬ ed. Tour original drawings are good, especially the pencil sketches illus¬ trating The Hermit s 1 rail. The cut of the trophies you have received is especially interesting to those who take part in athletic events. THE ADVANCE, Areata. You have some beautiful local scenes in your paper, Advance. You have a good full athletic section and we are glad to see that it includes a ten¬ nis team. ALHAMBRA, Alhambra. Your calendar is interesting, as is your entire literary department. You seem to have good times in Alhambra. PURPLE AND GOLD, Ukiah. The tail pieces in your paper are very good, Purple and Gold. We would also commend you on the large amount of space you give to the Alumni, for this feature is neglected in many schools. THE SEARCHLIGHT, San Rafael. ou have a very interesting paper, with a good literarv department. In appearance, it is somewhat marred by the advertisement on the back cover. MEZCLAH, Armijo Union High, Fairfield. Your stoiy Caught in Quicksand ’ is very well told and is interesting. Your tail pieces are also well drawn. MISSION, Mission High, San Francisco. You are good as usual. Mission. The way you have your class pictures arranged is very artistic and neat, and your organizations are exceptional¬ ly good. The swimming team is also very interesting. THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. T EL SOLANO. Santa Paula. You are fine. Your literary department is good, especially the account of air castles you have built. The drawing “Patronize our Advertisers” is very original. DELPHIC ECHOES, Dinuba. Your paper would be improved if you had a few original drawings. Your literary department is splendid and the school orchestra is also a good feature. BREATH OF OCEAN, Fort Bragg. Your cover is very neat, Breath of Ocean. The action pictures of your athletics are splendid. We are glad to have with us your former teacher. Miss Polland, to whom we see your book is dedicated. THE ARGUS, Tulare. Tt is a very unique idea to have the baby pictures of your seniors beneath those of more recent date. It makes the cuts doubly interesting. Your book, as a whole, is very neat and Well arranged. THE ILEX, Woodland. Your book is a splendid one and a credit to your school. The cover de¬ sign is very neat and the various activities show that you are progressive. SISKIYOU NUGGET, Etna. The tail pieces in your paper, Siskiyou Nugget, are exceptionally good. We wish also to express our admiration for the beautiful picture of Mt. Shasta in the front of your book. GREEN AND GOLD, Tuolumne. Your paper is very good indeed, and contains some good jokes. YUBA DELTA, Marysville. Your paper is very good, Yuba Delta. We always enjoy reading it. Your athletic section seems splendidly developed, which speaks well for your school. THE OAK, Washington Lower High, Berkeley. The Oak of Berkeley, is a very good monthly paper. The story of Har¬ vard is worthly of .special mention. POTPOURRI, Placer County High, Auburn. One of the best exchanges we have received this year is Potpourri. The photographs of the different departments of your school work are an es¬ pecially good feature. THE TATTLER, Glenn County High, Willows. You have a very neat little paper, with some excellent joshes. THE TIGER, California School of Mechanical 1 Arts, San Francisco. The Tiger is one of our new exchanges and we welcome it to our desk. You have some excellent joshes and the technical department makes your book unusually interesting. The Visalia and the School Herald, from Visalia and San Jose, respec¬ tively, are very good weekly papers, and show the enterprise of the schools. The Record, Staunton High, Staunton, Va., is the only eastern paper which we received and is very interesting. —51— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 Here’s to the Josh Editor! May he live to be as old as his Jokes. This is not a bad first one. It is the first bad one. Miss Schluckebier: “John, go to the door, open it, step out, then come in and return to your seat, telling what you do in German.” John Gold: “Ich gehe auf der Fischbone und ich offne die Tur and gehe henhouse.” A woodpecker lit on a Freshman’s head, And settled down to drill, He bored away for half a day And finally broke his bill.—Ex. Miss Prutzman, in vocal music: “Now hurry up and get this meas¬ ure straightened out and then we ' ll all beat it.” Willie (frantically): “Run, mama, baby’s eating all the currants off the fly paper!”—Ex. If Jeff owes Skilling a quarter, how much does Walter O. Smith? Miss McLaurin: “Jared name the five monastic orders existing in Europe during the Middle Ages.” Jared S.: “The Franciscans, Ar¬ gentinians, Dominies, Nasturti¬ ums and Maniacs.” Our noble Everett washed his hands, It made them very sore, For what he took for ‘H 2 O,’ Was H 2 S O 4. Sexton: “Have you seen the great feat that Zeke Scudder pre¬ sents ?” Skilling: “You bet. They sure are whoppers, aren’t they?” Clarence Maggetti: “Hey, Mr. Way, w r ant to buy a ticket for “Tommy’s Wife?” Mr. Way( indignantly): “Indeed not, I haven’t bought one for my own yet.” Skilling: “Do you know that T began life as a barefoot boy ? Jeff: “Well, I wasn’t born with shoes on either.” “Good Night!” Jeff: “According to Christian Science, vou’re never tired—you just think you are.” Peck: “Huh, then if a fellow lost his sleep every night for a week, he wouldn’t be tired then, eh?” Jeff: “O, but you wouldn’t be losing your sleep, you’d just think you were.” Mr. Young in Mech. Drawing: “I believe they have a compound that is a good imitation of eggs and tastes very much like them.” Harold Peck: “Oh yes, omelet.” The Henglish View. ’Arf a hinch, arf a hinch, ’Arf a hinch honward, ’Ampered by ’obble skirts, ’Opped the “400.”—Ex. Miss McLaurin in study hall: “Paul, is that you singing?” Paul: “Oh the room is so hot I was only humming a little air.” Miss Polland in 2B Latin, to Parker Hall: “Was Parker your mother’s maiden name?” Parker: “No, my grandfather’s.” —53— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. 12 Wanted: Someone to borrow money from Clifford Stice. More patching of rain-soaked plas¬ ter— Some pans and scuttles, too, With plenty of raking and scrap¬ ing, May (?) make our dear high school do. Jeff: “How -shall we make mon¬ ey for the Enterprise ?” Frances: “I have it.” Jeff: “How?” Frances: ‘Til start in to make speeches and the kids will take up a collection to make me quit.” Freshman (at candy sale): “Gee, this is rotten!” Senior: “When you get to be a Senior you’ll be glad to get it.” How About It? Will you love me in the future Just the same as you do now? hen the wrinks begin to wrinkle On my corrugated brow? hen my teeth are mostly absent And Fm somewhat barrel-shaped? And my head looks very like a New potato that’s been scraped? When I’m always cross and grouchy, With my feet done up with gout? Truly darling, when you marry, You must know what you’re about! Guess Who. We resolved to Come, Prosper, and Conquer, But we Came, Matched pennies, and Were canned. Drees: “You see this dollar?” Peck: “ Yes, anything extraor¬ dinary about it?” Drees: “Rather—it’s mine.” The evening callers were chat¬ ting gaily with the ICinterbys, when a patter of little feet was heard from the head of the stairs. Mrs. Kinterby raised her hand, warning the others to silence. “Hush!” she said softly, “The chil ' dren are going to deliver their good-night message. It aways gives me such a feeling of reverence to hear them—they are so much near¬ er the Creator than we are and they speak the love that is in their little hearts never so fully as when dark has come. Listen!” There was a moment of tense si¬ lence. Then—“Mama,” came the message in a shrill whisper, “Wil¬ lie found a bedbug!”—Ex. If the Senior Class should dis¬ cover a gold mine, would “Ethel Hall-Orr ?” Georgianna was reading in Eng¬ lish—“and the wattled cock strut¬ ted to and fro—” Miss Prutzman: “What are wat¬ tles?” Georgianna: “They’re the white things on the chicken’s cheeks ” Paul Sales: “Aw no!—They’re the red things under their chins!” Dick, at Argus Office: “I want to get copies of your paper for a week back.” Editor: “Hadn’t you better try a porous plaster?” Facts About Fairy Tales. The Prince (after looking- at the sleeping beauty): “Let her sleep!” —Ex. —54— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ’12 -H vines - r ’ H ’M THE CM Y A IT H __ T HA A K5 TO Go LZBERC- o THE call] English 2a, taking Ancient Mar¬ iner. Miss Prutzman: “When do yon think silence would fall like music on your heart, as it did on the Ancient Mariner ?” Martha Wessels: “When your mother is scolding you. Mr. Smith was aggrieved at our speed, As we tramped through the hall without heed. “What ruin,” quoth he, And with tears in his e’e, “If each were a centipede!” —55— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. ' 12 A word on the cuff is worth two in the book., H,e that hath money and refus- eth to buy a ischool paper, but look- eth over his neighbor ' s shoulder to see the contents thereof, is likened to a donkey, who having a manger full of hay, nevertheless nibbleth that of his companion and brayeth with glee.—Ex. Ruth Stayner: “Do vou ever use slang?” Marjorie Gossage: “Naw, you bet. My ma’d biff me over the beak if I even made a stab at that dope. Reginald S.: “I have an idea. Miss Beauchamp: “Treat it kind¬ ly, it’s in a strange place. Lena: “Shure an ' I hate to be lavin’ ye. Charlotte: “Ach, Lena darlint, I can’t bear the sipiration. If we must part, let’s go togither. Mr. Smith in U. S. History: Gladys, what was the Sherman Act? Gladys King: “Marching thru’ Georgia. Freshman’s Midnight Oil. ’Tis midnight, and the rising sun Is sinking in the west!! The rushing river slowly runs; The frog is on his downy nest, ff he pensive goat and gamboling cow Hilarious, hop from bough to bough! Jeff: “Do you believe in dreams? Orr: No, I used to go with one. Mr. Smith: “Say, Mr. Skilling , are you going to take English this year? Ray: “No, I ain’t never had no use for English and don’t ’spect I ever will have none. Miss Beauchamp, discussing passage in Tam-o’-Shanter. ‘W ill, why was it appropriate that the King of the Lower Reg¬ ions should furnish the music? Will, waking up: “What were we speaking of, Miss Beau¬ champ? Miss B. (very much exasperat¬ ed) : “Oh, The Devil!’’ Miss Prutzman, in English 2: “Charlotte, what do we call a per¬ son who walks in his sleep? Charlotte Smith: “An ambu¬ lance. Kiss is a noun, though generally used as a conjunction. It is never declined. It is more common than proper. It is not very singular and is generally used in the plural, and agrees with “me. —Ex. Bernard G. (the ragging demon) earnestly assured us “that he will win Frances Brown yet. Miss McLaurin: “I want to im¬ press on the mlinds of you pupils that your work must be done so that any ignorant person would understand it. Clifford Stice: “Well, what part of my composition don’t you un¬ derstand ? Miss Prutzman, in English 4.: “Of what poetic touches is the last paragraph full? Charlotte C.: “Dashes. —56— THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. V£ Dick (preaching to the track team): “You fellows chew those sandwiches well, because meat is hard to digest.” Skilling: “Well I don’t want to digest yet, anyway.” If Elzada is Gross, is Jack Cline? (Klein). Found in a “Soph’s” composi¬ tion. “On his feet he wore a pair of new shoes and a limp. Bernhard and Stanley were studying a peach in Botany. Bernhard: “Gee, but this peach is swell.” Stanley: “There are nicer peach¬ es than this in Kern County.” Bernhard: “You don ' t say. Stanley: “Yes, two-legged peaches.” (Note: The editor of the En¬ terprise wants to know what a two- 1 egged peach is. Quick, Watson, the needle!) Miss McLaurin in (ire escape costume. She has just experienced the horrors of initiation into the faculty. Wanted: A reaper for my second alfalfa crop.—Harold Madison. Harold M.: “I never went with but one girl in my life.” Leo. L.: “How was that?” H. M.: “Well you see she is the only girl I ever met who had really good taste.” Last night I held a little hand, So dainty and so neat, Methought my heart would burst with joy, So wildly did it beat. No other hand unto my heart, Could greater solace bring: The hand that I held last night was Four aces and a King.—Ex. THE ENTERPRISE, D E C . ’12 Deer Santy Claws:— Chrismus is coinin’ an’ we specs you is too caws they’s lots a things we uns want you ter bring. We’s all bin purty good ceptin’ Johnny Gold an’ he can’t help it if he is kind er dippy caws he was born that way. We think we kin improve ’im though if yer bring us some good boxin’ gloves. Most o the girruls is gittin’ short on hair caws its so long since last Chris¬ mus. Most of ’em perfers sykee nots this time, but if yer ain’t got enuff tei go aroun yer km bring a few ordinary top nots. Brother Bernhard wants a girrul, too. They ain’t none here classy enuff fur him so be sure to bring one. He’s so lonesum. Be sure she’s on to all the latest sweet stuff an ' kin go som e in the dizzy whirls. We all jines together in ther request fer a clean towil caws the one you brot last Chrismus is gittin’ kind er dirty an ' soggy, speshully since ther Freshmen cum. The peeple in the chemistry labeeratory has got plenty o’ smells to Hast another yeer an’ lots o’ rats, so they don’t care about nuthin’ fur Chrismus ceptin’ a little fresh air. They says that if you was countin’ on bringin’ ’em any more smells you kin donate ’em to ther creek becaws they thinks it is more blessed ter give than ter receive. Brother Ray, what everrybudy calls Spuds, should have a Dutch pony caws his health is gettin run down frum overstudy. We ud also like ter have yer bring a dummy fer Mr. Smith ter pound in history. Poor Bro¬ ther Madison is gettin’ worn out frum ther vibrations. We has a musick class now and they makes musick mostly sick. We wood appreshiate it if yer wood bring them some kloriforrum becaws it panes us ter heer them suffer so. Also plees put our Hy Skul out of its missury caws its depart- m by degrees. We lost our tower last week an the plasstur has been failin for some yeers an’ it is not expected ter servive much longer. We want a new skul that is big enuff so we kin keep frum steppin’ on ther Freshmen. They ain’t all as soft as they looks. Such bein’ the kase we’ull say goodby fur the present. P. h. S. P- S Yer kin cum in threw ther hole in the seeling in Room 10 man fell threw there onct before so you needn’t be scairt. A P. H. S. —58— In Urmortam “O factum male! Io miselle gallina!” Mrs. Jack Johnson Smith beloved fowl of Walter Otto Smith. Departed this life of sorrow on the fifteenth day of October, anno Domini, 1912. Deceased leaves a family of twelve to mourn her loss. iEptiaplj There was a notable hen, Renowned and known of all men. But one day she sighed, Coughed, sputtered and died- Emotion has halted my pen! THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. T2 — GPovEft MAN c. o w t OW TO R 4 ' Johny: Pa, what is the Board of Education?” Pa: ' ‘When 1 went to school it was the shingle.” (Note: I kicked the slats out of my cradle laughing at this.) Mr. Way (in Commercial Law) : ‘ ' What is a seal?” Norma Van Marter: An animal inhabiting the northern seas.” Wanted: We wanted our bot¬ tles back. Freshmen. Miss McLaurin to Clifford Stice: What are the three most common¬ ly used words?” Stice (innocently): I don’t know.” Miss McL.: “Correct, sit down.” Lady: I guess you’re gettin’ a good thing out o’ tending the rich Smith boy, ain’t ye, doctor?” Doctor: “Well, ves; I get a pret¬ ty good fee. Why?” Lady: Well, I hope you won’t, forget that my Willie threw the brick that hit ’im.” The reason Alec Orr couldn’t sell any tickets for Tommy’s Wife” was because he approached people in this way— “Hey, there’s going to be a high school play and I’m in it. Want a ticket ?” The only answer was the sound of people running. Miss Prutzman: W hat did Shakespeare mean when he said, ' The evil that men do lives after them?’ ” Hebe Dykes: He meant that a careful examination of statistics shows that most men are survived by their wives.” Tn music Miss Prutzman is bright, I think you’ll agree that I’m right. “Take do,” she once said. “Now take ME instead.” Be careful, Miss Prutzman, we might! Miss Prutzman: What is the poetry of motion?” H. Dykes: The kind that’s al¬ ways going from editor to editor.” -—60—- THE ENTERPRISE, DEC. Ill There was a young miss named Martina, Who ardently wished to grow leaner, She climbed all the hills, Ate lemons and Dills,— You’d notice the change if you’d seen her. Miss Schluckebier, in German, “John, pick up that paper I drop¬ ped.” (John picked up the paper.) Miss S.: “Danke sohon.” John Gold: “Gee! I don’t know whether she’s cussing at me or not.” Neighbor: “They tell me , your son is on the college eleven.” Proud Mother: “Yes, indeed.” Neighbor: “Do you know what position he plays?” Proud Mother: “I ain’t sure, but I think he’s one of the drawbacks.” —Ex. Miss Beauchamp to class of shorthand: “I’ll wager that I could write that transcript in longhand as fast as you can in shorthand at the rate you are going.” Ruth Anderson: “Well, anyone who has practised longhand for so long ought to be able to do it. Wanted: Someone to rag with Frances Brown in the moonlight. .Someone bow-legged preferred. Miss Daniel (at High School play): “Why, Mr. Young, why didn’t you bring your wife? Mr. Young: “There, I knew I’d forgotten something!” Sexton: “Well, I’ll be hanged. Sidna: “Why?” Sexton: “I am suspended?” -61- I WWW] GUARANTEED yV SETTINGS A. H. ROSS DIAMONDS DIAMONDS IN LARGE VARIETY AT PRICES FOR EVERY POCKET - ROOK - ...Jeweler and Optician... 143 Main Street : Phone 42J I I $ TWO RANKS UNDER ONE MANAGEMENT. The Sonoma County National Bank Transacts Commercial Business. The Petaluma Savings Bk A Strictly Savings Rank.- COMBINED CAPITAL - $500,000.00 COM R1 NED SURPLUS - 190,000.00 COMRTNED ASSETS over 2,400,000 They work and try to make it Better at TOWNE’S Still on deck Handsome Henry The Little German Grocer 214 Main Street Patronize our Advertisers W. F. 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