Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 202 of the 1913 volume:

jim, —wmm ■ m hh i ji i i inn i i.u • ' ■ ' � -in � ■]� - - � ■■■� . ' � , i � m w.i. ' - ,■ Jfetaluma dtnnl Petaluma, (Salifimtta M m %t m OL -pnttzman, as a token of our autrrrr mtarb. tliia book ta bebtratrb, bo the rlaBa of Jmt?, 1913 “Thou wert our guide, philosopher and friend.” “Arror ing to ©urfUmm ’ dedication . FACULTY . SENIORS . TO THE CLASS OF 1913 LITERARY . ON VACATION READING UNDER THE CEDARS SCHOOL’S OUT . MADAME PRUTSCHOSKY’S WAXWORKS GLIMPSES OVER THE SOUTHERN WALL FOR THE SAKE OF HIS NAME CONTINUED IN THEIR NEXT THE FUGITIVE . TOWARD THE SEA GRANDMOTHERS RETURN THE TEACHER THE OSTRICH . TO A TEAR . UNCLE JIM’S BOY THE FOREST SERVICE A POOR LITTLE KITTEN ORPHEUS . EDITORIAL . COMMERCIAL ORGANIZATIONS ATHLETICS . EXCHANGES SCHOOL NOTES ALUMNI . JOSHES . ADVERTISEMENTS Page . . . . 2 . . . . 6 . . . . 7 . . . 19 . . . 20 . . . 22 . . . 25 . . . 27 . . . 28 . . . 34 . . . 38 . . . 40 . . . 44 , . . 48 . . 49 . . 52 . . 56 . . 65 . . 65 . . 68 • . 71 . . 74 . . 78 . . 80 . . 84 . . 86 . . 91 . . 92 . 96 . 99 107 ..jfantlhp.. WALTER O. SMITH, Principal. Ph. B„ University of California, 1895 Graduate Work, 1896-97. Civics, Mathematics. MISS NINA L. BEAUCHAMP, A. B„ University of California, 1904. Commercial Branches. MISS EMMA F. DANIEL, B. S. Studied in University of , University of California, 1898. California College of Medicine, 1898-99. Science. MISS EMMA V. HESSE, B. S., University of California, 1910 Mathematics, English. MISS CLARA A. McLAURIN, A, B„ University of California, 1911., M. A., 1912. History, English. MISS ALICE M. POLLAND, A. B„ University of California, 1907. Latin. MISS HELEN C. PRUTZMAN, A. B„ University of California, 1902. Graduate Work, 1905. Cogswell Polytechnic College, 1907-8. English, Vocal Music. MISS FLORENCE ROBERTSON, B. S„ University of California, 1906 Studied in Europe 1910-11. Mathematics, History. MISS ELSA SCHLUCKEBIER, B. L„ University of California, 1907. M. L., 1908. German, Drawing. MISS ELIZABETH SHAW, Pratt Institute, Brooklyn. Domestic Science. A B WAY, Ph. B., Ottawa University, 1897, A. M., 1905. Heald s Business College, 1900. A. B„ Stanford University, 1904. Commercial Branches. HENRY N. YOUNG, B. S., University of California, 1911. Science, Drawing. (Sradttates VELMA L. BENSON FRANCES LESLIE BROWN ALICE E. CANEVASCINI CHARLOTTE CHAMBERLIN RANDOLPH ARTHUR CHRISTIE JACK A. CLINE IVA MARIE DOSS EMILY A. FILIPPINI ETHEL RUTH HALL SIDNA M. HELLMANN EDNA KENDALL THELMA KENDALL GENEVIEVE D. LUFF HAROLD MADISON CLARA A. MEEKS LEOLEON MILLINGTON GENEVIEVE G. MOTT RAYMOND L. MURPHY MARION ORR HAROLD H. PECK ALICE M. SILVA HATTIE M. SMITH MARIE E. TAGLIAFERRI NORMA LAURETTA VAN MARTER VELMA BENSON “A rosebud set with little willful thorns.” RANDOLPH CHRISTIE “Better once than never.” FRANCES BROWN “She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwell¬ ing.” ALICE CANEVASCINI “Round her eyes her tress- ess fell, Which were blackest none could tell.” CHARLOTTE CHAMBERLIN IVA DOSS “When unadorned, adorned the most.” JACK CLINE “On hospitable thoughts in¬ tent.” ETHEL HALL “She was the sweet majoram of the salad, or, rather, the herb of grace.” “Vociferated logic kills me quite.” EMILY FILLIPPINI “Sweet as the Primrose peeps beneath the thorn.” . SIDNA HELLMANN “My library Was dukedom enough.” HAROLD MADISON “The most profound joy has more of gravity than gayety in it.” THELMA KENDALL “She was just the quiet kind Whose natures never vary.” EDNA KENDALL “A contented spirit is the sweetness of existence.” GENEVIEVE LUFF “But to see her was to love her.” CLARA MEEKS “The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.” LEOLEON MILLINGTON “The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.” RAY MURPHY “What I think, I utter.” GENEVIEVE MOTT “All the vision of her soul is mirrored in her radiant face.” MARION ORR “The pouring music, soft and strong, Some God within her soul has lit.” HATTIE SMITH “Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enrich¬ ed with , nobler virtues.” MARIE TAGrLIAFERRt “A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.” HAROLD PECK “In action faithful and in honor clear.” NORMA VAN MARTER “As merry as the day is long.” an thr (Elans of 1913 mt ®lj?tr (JkaiUtamm Today, each in his white-sailed barque, We cross the bar of Opportunity And steer across the boundless sea of Life. Behind us lies our Childhood’s quiet haven; And as the mists enfold the receding shores, So Life’s events shall dim these joyous hours Till all shall fade into the Past, and there remain A treasured memory, a happy dream. Though reef and rock shall bar our pathless course, Yet ever, far beyond, we see the sunlit Shore. And hear! From o’er the sea of Life There sounds the stirring call, “Be strong! Be true! Fearlessly play thy part in the world’s great work!” Then call, 0 Sea, and though they secret yet unfolded lie, We’ll follow the far horizon, facing the sunset glow. UMMER is coming! Summer is coming!” Away back in March, on one of those days when the wind rattled the shutters, and whooped around the corner of the house, and blew soot down the stove pipe, and tweaked your hat over one ear as you struggled home from school against it-at the close of such a day a plump, red throated lin¬ net perched on an apricot twig by the window insisted loudly upon it, in defiance of the gust that rocked his slender foothold. It sounded decidedly optimistic then, and so it was, but it was true. For a time the roofs were white in the mornings and every blade of grass wore fairy armor and the window panes were marvel¬ ously etched, but all the while the sap was rising and the buds were forming ready for a few days of warm sunshine to call them out. And now, at last, summer is here—summer, with all its golden op¬ portunities for doing the thousand and one things you have been sav¬ ing up against just such a time; for fishing and sewing and burning holes in the carpet with chemicals; for seeing strange places and strange people; for renewing old friendships and making new ones; for following the inclination of the moment, with no unwelcome twinges of conscience. Then happy he who has a book and the will to read! How many an adventure in contentment he may have and with what delightful guides. He needs very little in the way of baggage —an apple or two (in winter I should recommend popcorn) and, by way of a steamer rug, a stretch of good green grass (in dry weather and under a tree unbeloved of caterpillars). A turn of the leaf and he is off to whatever quarter of the globe he chooses. It may be only to saunter down the open road for a summer’s afternoon, lured on by the sound of David Grayson’s whistle. It may be to penetrate to the —22— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 heart of the jungle with Livingstone, or to glide down the Nile past the ruins of forgotten ages in Bayard Taylor’s dahabieh.. It may be to scale the icy summits of the Sierras with John Muir, or to crawl across the frozen fields of the south in Amundsen’s dog sleds. It may be to visit Myra Kelly’s little citizens in their Eastside schoolroom, or an Egyptian princess in her hanging gardens at Babylon. But one would not travel always. Sometimes it is best to stay quietly at home and to call around us the familiar faces of old friends. I shall never forget three happy days during my college course when I was just sick enough to be kept indoors and not too sick to enjoy life. One by one the old companons came trooping out— Little Lord Fauntleroy and Sara Crewe, Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy, Budge and Toddy and a score of others. For three days college was forgotten and I reveled . Neither would we be content with old friends alone, when new ones are beckoning to us from every book shelf. Isn’t it wonderful that the most delightful people the world has ever known can be our comrades for the reading? Think of really being a friend of “gentle Will Shakespeare;” of sympathizing with every thought of that marvelous mind and with every throb of that great heart. One such friendship would surely make a life worth while. How few people we actually know of all our every day acquaintance. Doesn’t it seem strange that these finer, stronger, wiser people take us into their very hearts? How would you like to tramp for a fortnight over the windy Cevennes with Stevenson (and Modestine), or to fish down some lit¬ tle river with Van Dyke? Nothing could be easier to arrange. Their personally conducted trips are open to all. No less real and delightful are the friendships we may make with the dream people of fiction. How much of the joy of living one misses to whom Mr. Pickwick and Huckleberry Finn, Becky Sharp and Lorna Doone, Ramona and Jean Valjean are only names, or less than names, and not living, laughing, loving, suffering realit¬ ies. Indeed they are a great deal more truly alive than our next door neighbors or ourselves, for they live on in the hearts of genera¬ tion after generation. The best part of it all is that the only condition imposed on us is one which we can all meet, the gift of appreciation, “the open mind —23— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 and the open heart,” as Ruskin puts it. Perhaps it will spr J full bloom at once; it needs cultivation to bring it to perfection, but if one desires it there is no possibility of failure. It is a thousand pities that reading should ever seem hard work. Certainly vacatioin reading should be unadulterated pleasure. Put the dictionary and reference books aside for awhile, unless your in¬ terest sends you to them, (then, so much the better) and simply lea and enjoy. As to choosing, if you are so fortunate as to ie wi m reach of ' a library, indulge yourself in a good browse among the shelves, skimming a bit here and a snatch there, until t ieiig i 00 T draws you as the iron filing is drawn by the magnet. If not, may Fate send the right book in your path. I say “book” again and again, for the great danger of vacation reading is that it will be frittered away entirely on magazines. We couldn’t do without the magazines; we must have them to keep a- hreast of the world of politics, of invention, of discovery. But the trou¬ ble is that too many of us slip lightly over these things and spend the most of the time on the stories. And magazine stories are, for the most part (not all, mark you) like some waffles we bought once at the beach—burned at one end, raw at the other, deluged with sugar, and altogether a menace to digestion. One who loves good books is armed cap-ci-pic against the enemy of society, boredom. His mind is a gallery of pleasant pic¬ tures, a storehouse of entertaining thoughts. He lias count ess friends to turn to in every idle hour, and if an attack of t le i ues threatens, he has only to take a whiff of “Samivel Veller” and pres¬ to, change! the sun shines again. Then Ho for a booke and a shadie nooke, Eyther in-a-doore or out, With the grene leves whisp’ring overhead, Or the street cryes all about; Where I may read, all at my ease, Both of the newe and olde, For a jollie goode booke whereon to look Is better to me than golde. H. C. P. —24— Ittiii ' r tlf? (Urban? HERE the moonbeams played brightest upon the old blockwood doorstep sat Johnny. His hands were clasped tight, his bare, sunbrowned feet pressed deep into the yielding dust, his eyes resting on a glimmer of light far across the fields—the party! The door of the little log house stood open behind the boy, show¬ ing a bright patch of moonlight on the rag carpet, the scarlet corner of a colored tablecloth, and a bit of a chair; deeper in the shadows vague, ghost-like forms revealed themselves in hazy outlines. No human figure was within—only silence, blackness, shadows and that one spot of light. It was on these vague forms that Johnny had turned his back. He was afraid—and he was wishing for that something the absence of which made the world seem so queer and lonely and the moonlight so cold and cheerless. Again he looked with sorrowing eyes across the fields, while in his throat there came a choking. He stirred un¬ easily. Something which gleamed pearl-like in the night glow found its way down the boy’s cheek. Slowly he turned his head toward the dumpy line of old cedars near the white fence, where a slight rough¬ ness in the earth showed new and fresh. The little form rose from the step, pattered through the few feet of dusty bareness and stepped into the dewladen grass. He found the rough brown spot by the fence and sank, there wearily. His eyes sought the scrawled wording of a penciled single which slanted awkardly from the ground. The moonlight seemed to shine brightest on one word, “Tad.” The tears came again, and this time his voice was choking. “I wisht—I had him again. He never ran off from me—” A little sob, then silence. The eye-lids drooped, opened wide, then failed in their task. Slowly the head bent forward, inclining the body with it. m —25— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 The light in the distance flashed out. The frogs held their own for a while; then came the sound of plodding hoofs, the squeak of ungreased axles, human voices. Two figures showed in the moonlight and stopped a moment by the door. The man turned, started a bit, then stepped toward the gleaming fence and roughened patch of earth. He stooped and raised a drowsy form in his arms. When he re¬ turned to the doorstep he looked queerly at the woman awaiting him there. “Guess we’ll have to buy this kid a new pup,” he said. “What’s he see in dogs, anyhow!” It was some twenty years later and a quiet August evening. There was a soft shimmer in the air that veiled the distant hills with a mellow haze. The sun had just gone to rest beyond the western horizon, leaving a golden glow behind it. Those distant hills were the same ones upon which the moonbeams had shone that night long before, when Johnny had lost his dearest friend—“Tad.” A balmy wind came from the wood on the opposite bank of the stream, bring ing the sweet odor of pines and the cool breath of damp nooks, and, as it passed along, ruffled the lily leaves on the banks until they showed their purple linings. It swept shadowy ripples through the long grass, and, in its passing softly caressed the fair brow of a young girl, who, standing by the side of her husband, was gazing with an enraptured look at the beautiful landscape before them, her blue eyes filled with a dreamy wonder. Looking up she met the glance of her husband fixed intently on her. “Well, dear,” he said softly, “does it fulfill your expectation!” “Ah,” she breathed, “I did not realize—did not think that it could be one half so beautiful.” He smiled gently, and, taking her hand in his, pointed across the stream to the ruins of an old log-house. “That was the home of my childhood,” he said reverently, and turning his head toward the dumpy line of old cedars he added, “how well I remember the night that the moon shone for the first time on a little grave among those trees. The future was a blank to me then.” His gaze returned to her face and he smiled dreamily as he softly said, “I did not realize what the future really held for me.” ALICE M. SILVA, ’13. —26— rliool’a (@ut The school house is closed on the top of the hill, School’s Out. The scholars have gone and the class rooms are still, School’s Out. Today is the day for the which we have planned, For which we have written, translated and scanned, Today—yes, today we’re a jolly young band; School’s Out. Four years have gone by with their burden and care, School’s Out. Four years, with their friendships and memories rare, School’s Out. But why should we mourn when our labors are done? Today is the time for the grandest of fun, When care-free, light-hearted and happy we run; School’s Out. No more will the gong call us in from our play, School’s Out. To read or recite of the grave or the gay. School’s Out. The course has been finished, the race has been run, The text book is closed, a new life lias begun; For better or worse all our school days are done, School’s Out. The records are closed, and whatever the grade, School’s Out. A place in the world is what now must be made, School’s Out. And this must be done by the hardest of work, For none can succeed if he chooses to shirk, Arise, e’en today—find your place—get to work: School’s Out. —27— A. B. WAY. Iramatta $ ersntta? Madamoiselle Helenovitch Clarissimo Prutzoschky .. Miss Prutzman Prof. H. S. C. Peck . • •. Harold Peck Madame Squallina .Charlotte Chamberlin The Latin Sharp . Emily Filippini Miss G. S. L. W. Mott.• •. Genevieve Mott Etlielina Roll-em-eyes Haul . Ethel Hall Madamoiselle de Maupassant .• •. Iva Doss Signor Caruso Pompadorini . Jack Cline Juliet .• •. Velma Benson Captain Kidd .• •... Sidna Hellmann Her Victim .• • . Hattie Smith Squeakovitcliky H. Meeks .• •. Clara Meeks Genevieve Lovem .• •.. Genevieve Luff Madame Marionofskv .Marion Orr Sophronia Pipkins ....•• . Edna Kendall Maria Pippins . Thelma Kendall Sweet Alice . Alice Canevascini Siamese Twins . { Harold Madison |. A. 11 C 6 Silva Mellins Food Baby . Randolph Christie Dancing Trio: Fraulein Katrina Schnickelfritz.Norma Van Marter Madamoiselle Aimee Rene .• •. Marie Tagliaferri Madamoiselle Natomavosky Pavloa . Leoleon Millington Pat O’Shaughnessy . Ray Murphy Bonnie Jean . Frances Brown Attendants: Napoleon . Mr. Young Abijah ... Mr. Way Captain John Smith, Chief Executioner of the Board of Censor¬ ship.—Mr. Smith. —28— Makammapllp Intnmtrlt dHartsBimn flntfioBrltky’s Wax Murks Foreword:—The owners of the names that have been rendered immortal in this addition to he world’s best literature will please remove all chips from their shoulders and carefully deposit all feelings in their inside pockets before reading. Scene 1. Enter Madamoiselle Prutzoschky Ladies and Gentlemen—You are all such an intellectual looking bunch that I am sure you will enjoy my imported wax figures to the extent of busting several tucks. They are the finished product of that bunch of omnivorous sharks better known as the Faculty. They were subjected to the galling grind of four years of hard graft and here I display to you the pathetic result. Let us prepare to drop the flowing tear. (Here Abijali, pick it up.) The first of my collect¬ ion is the noted Professor Harold Sousa Caruso Peck.. (Napoleon and Abi, bring him on.) This handsome doll was one of the standbys in Alexander’s Rag¬ time Band, and has been unanimously chosen wielder of the big stick. His pretty plump checks have been acquired by long and faithful practice on the cornet. He has been known to blow so hard that he busted his forth suspender button. Off with him Nap. My next creation is the famous Madame Squallina. Behold her Psyche knot! (Excuse me! she left it home to-day) and the ecstatic smile that won’t wear off. Both are signs of a great genius. Ma¬ dame Squallina’s name comes from “squa” meaning to sing, and “lena,” cannot. Her singing is world famous (extends from here to Hill Plaza) and at times she has been known to awaken even Carter Pliair by her wild bird-like tones. I perceive by the expression of her face that she is about to indulge in one of her emotional out¬ breaks. Do not be alarmed, however, she is fully insured. —29— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 Aha! the Latin sharp! Bring her on, my little Abi! Poor thing she’s a little off, but she can’t help it. It’s the effect of too much Latin. List to her wild ravings,—She’s after poor Cataline’s scalp. Pinch her, Napoleon! Hear her, ‘‘Pax-vo-bis-cum, Pax-vo-bis- cum. ’ ’ Let a mystic stillness pervade the audience. Prepare for the worst! You are now to be glorified by a vision of lovely dreaminess in the form of northern California’s next-to-the-youngest poetess, Genevieve Snowdrop Lord Wellington Mott! Her effusions would move Prof. Smith’s automobile, and her limericks would inspire the risibility of a Jersey Cow. Wind her up, Abijah! Now she’s off. “Paul Sales has a classy cap, Wonder where lie got it at!” Mrs. Napoleon, Mrs. Abijah! beware of this next great, big, beautiful doll! she’s a heart-smasher. Attendants, keep your eyes firmly fixed on the floor. Ethelina Roll-em-eyes Haul has discover¬ ed the ideal way to draw-viz: with her eyes,—no need for.the pencil. There, turn her toward the wall, Abijah, so that she can’t bewitch the audience. My next creation will be pleasing to one and all,—the world famous culinary artiste, Madamoiselle Fifi deMaupassant—“Mop” for short. This delicate young hash-slinger has astounded the whole Christian Science Department with her concoctions, and has conquered the whole masculine sex with her digestion - destroying dainties. She will now distribute samples of her deadly work. Sling ’em a doughnut, Mop! Look-out Napoleon, you’re young and deli¬ cate. If it hits you, you’re a dead one! Behold! Gaze! Admire! The celebrated Signor Caruso Pompa- dorini. Prepare to weep at his dulcet tones! Fortunately lie’s deaf and can’t hear his own mournful music, for if he could he’d melt and trickle away through a crack in the floor. Notice the luxuriant growth of hair flowing in either direction from his noble brow—the result of four years of careful training. Hence the name—Pompa- dorini. He’s off—remove him quick! —30— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 Bring on tlie next! Handle with care, Napoleon. She has had a sad history! Poor Juliet was wandering innocently and single-heart¬ edly along through the four years of this life when all at once she was overtaken by a little Sophmore, Romeo, and she’s been walking in double harness ever since. The poor girl is not responsible. Pass the mush, please! Bring on Capt ain Kidd and his victim. The little doll was a per¬ fectly harmless porch-occupant until I appointed her Chief Custodi¬ an of the Archives of the Past (contained on three shelves in Room 1.) Since then she has been a rampant pirate and has been hunting her poor victims to the earth. This innocent creature was so rash as to put down the wrong date and the Captain has condemmed her to a bookless life. (Start the Flower Song, Abijali.) You can hear my-next doll long before your eyes light on her. Don’t be alarmed, friends—it isn’t a steam calliope, it’s only Squeak- ovitchky Holler-lauder Meeks. Her lung power is exceeded only by her chemical knowledge. She is the famous inventor of laughing-gas, the chemical reaction of which causes her frequent spasmodic con¬ vulsions. Her partner in chemical rascality is the genial Genevieve Lov- em. Trot her out, boys! She it was who perpetrated that bum joke on the public, hydrogen sulphide, and there has been a warrant out for her arrest ever since. No use to throw eggs—she’ll not notice them. The feminine Paderewski, Madame Marionofsky, will now be led in, and she’ll beat the pie out of this specially-imported baby grand. She has the record for busting pianos, does ’em beyond repair. She will now render “The Dead March from Saul” for your excruciation. —She’s through now. Remove the remnants, boys. Our latest species of suffragette, “the girls with the pick!” Soplironia and Maria Pipkins, by gosh! I’ll be gol durned if I ain’t tickled to see you lookin’ so spry! How’s the spud crop? They have devoted their lives to studying the whichness of the why of the Big —31— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 Horse Bean, under Prof. Napoleon Young, whom you see before you. You’ve all heard of the sad fate of Sweet Alice. We’ve resur¬ rected her especially for this occasion. Abijali, sing the little ditty for the audience. “0, don’t you remember Sweet Alice, Bernhard! Sweet Alice whose hair was so black— Who grinned when you smirked, And who wept when you ragged, And whose heart you so cruelly racked!” Our next exhibits I fear you’ll have to bring on together, attend¬ ants. They are the famous inseparable Siamese twins. They fell in¬ to this deplorable state while Freshmen and the constant necessity of sitting in a narrow window-seat did not improve their condition. Will you carry in our little Mellin’s Food Baby, Abijali! Don’t forget his soother. Isn’t he sweet and kissable! Whenever he ap¬ pears, I have great difficulty in keeping the ladies in the audience from petting him. Don’t quarrel over him, girls — lie’s already taken. I will next present to you the famous Interpretive Dancing Trio Fraulein Katrina Schnickelfritz von Deutschland, Madamoiselle Marie Aimee Rene, and Madamoiselle Natomavosky Pavloa. These cute lit¬ tle air kickers are all afflicted with the contagious disease known as feetus-toobigus. Otherwise they are some dancers. The Russian artist, “Pavy,” is the favored one, as there is always a delivery wagon waiting at the stage door for her. Fraulein Katrina is al¬ ways sure of one in the audience in the person of tow-headed gentle¬ man from Corona, who has a bad habit of sitting in the front row and throwing cabbages. Our French creation can interpret anything from an experiment in Chemistry to a chapter in Caesar. We un¬ fortunately can’t have a performance to-day because the weather has affected their joints. We regret to report, kind friends, that our next specimen, Pat 0’Shaughnessy is so badly cracked that he is unfit for exhibition. He —32— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 entered this museum in none too good a state and after four, years of constant application under the aforementioned omnivorous sharks, he has become a total wreck, so you’ll pardon his non ap¬ pearance. Our choicest production, like all good things, has been left to the last. Gaze upon the perfect creation of my art, Bonnie Jean, my winsome Scotch lassie. This wonder child has been raised on porridge—can’t you see it sticking out of her pink cheeks and flaxen locks? The infant prodigy is the only one of the collection who has come out with brain unscratched and full capacity from the afore¬ said galling administration. “Pick her up tenderly, handle with care, Fashioned so slenderly, young, and so fair.” Enter Captain John Smith, Chief Executioner of the Board of Censorship:— I hereby call this show off on account of its low moral tone, mis¬ representation of facts, malicious defamation of character, and un¬ principled defrauding of an unsuspecting public. Also because you said mean things about my automobile. Napoleon and Abijah, it grieves me to see you mixed up in such a cheap show. Back to the farm, Napoleon. To the red ink slinger’s union with you, Abijah! And you, Helenovitch, had better get another bunch of exhibits to¬ gether that will not come under the Censor’s hammer. Avaunt, villains! (Great cracks appear in fast melting figures, and groans of relief from the deluded audience fill the air. Napoleon, Abijah, and Ma- damoiselle Prutzosclisky slink off to slow music, leaving Captain John in striking pose before an admiring public as complete master of the situation. By an observer of fads and fancies —33— (glimpses (Shirr tiff imutbrnt Wall EW of us realize what an interesting neighbor we have south of us. When one speaks of Mexico, we im¬ mediately picture a land of sunshine and flowers and quaint natives. But it is more than this—this old, pict¬ uresque country, so foreign to our own. Mexico City is very cosmopolitan, nearly all foreign countries being represented there. These foreigners usually live in separate colonies and many of their customs have been adopted. Class distinction among the Mexican people is very marked, and the contrast is great between the high, or educated class, and the lowest, or uneducated class, the peons, who are for the most part Indians and exceedingly ignorant. Nevertheless, this element in the population is the most interesting. They live in small adobe huts, usually with thatched roofs, built in a crude way, by themselves. In the larger cities these are often huddled on any vacant lot, some¬ times against the most distinguished looking residence. A happy family of dogs, cats, pigs, chickens, parrots and babies swarms over the premises with cheerful indifference to their lofty neighbors. It costs these extremely poor poor people very little to live, as Iheir chief food consists of frijoles, tortillas, and rice; all of which are highly seasoned with chili peppers. The preparation of the tor¬ tillas, by the way, is an interesting process. They are made from finely ground corn mixed with enough water to make a stiff dough, which is then rolled to a smooth paste, artistically patted to an ex- tremely thin cake, and baked on a brasero, or open charcoal braqier. Clothing is necessarily simple and scanty, but this does not pre¬ vent a great display of bright colors, which do not always harmon¬ ize, but of which the peons are extremely fond. The women are sel¬ dom seen wearing hats. Their headd ress is a long, usually black, re- bosa or scarf, which also serves to tie their babies to their backs. — 34 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 The Mexican people of all classes, excepting perhaps the lowest Indians, are extremely fond of wearing mourning, the whole family even to the smallest child, wearing it in memory of the most distant 1 elative. Hie women wear a great deal of heavy crepe, sometimes having whole costumes of it. The peons are a despondent people and any misfortune makes them very gloomy. This very often leads them to drink pulque, an intoxicating drink made from a liquid found in the heart of the Ma¬ guey plant. Making Tortillas These peons are natural artists and the pretty baskets and pot¬ tery, from the largest to the most minute, show u nexpected skill and delight the tourist. The women excel in needlework and their drawn work is known throughout the world. The chief amusements of the middle and lower class Mexicans are the bull and cock fights, which are most exciting. The bull fight —35— THE ENTERPRISE, T3 is now more popular than the cock fight, which seems to be losing favor except in the pueblos, or villages. When attending the bull fights, the people often become so excited that they forget themselves and shouting ic Bravo!” throw coins and even their hats and coats into the ring. They are educated to this amusement, as one may see even the smallest children attending these fights. The Spanish language is s poken throughout the Republic of Mex¬ ico. However it is not the true Castilian, and that spoken by the low¬ er classes might be termed a dialect. They have many accompany- Making Drawnwork ing gestures; for instance, a shrug of the shoulders which may ex¬ press a whole volume. It is a funny sight to see a Mexican convers¬ ing over the telephone, as he never forgets the accustomed gestic¬ ulations. There are many interesting cathedrals and monasteries through¬ out the country. The monasteries are nearly all in ruins now, but — 3 6— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 the cathedrals are well preserved and many of them which are hun¬ dreds of years old are still being used as places of worship. The Grand Cathedral of Mexico City is one of the largest cathedrals in North America. The first stone was laid in the year 1573. There aie many beautiful altars, each having its own history; also many wonderful paintings covering the walls. One of these is a magnifi¬ cent life-sized composition representing Christ upon the cross. It is said to have been painted before Columbus discovered America and was a gift from the Pope some forty years ago. The paintings in the central dome were executed by an artist sent over from Rome in the sixteenth century. The patron saint of Mexico is the Virgin of Guadalupe. A beau¬ tiful cathedral has been erected to her memory in a small suburb of Mexico City, which bears her name. It is particularly interesting on account of the legend conected with it. This tells how the Virgin of Guadalupe appeared early one morning to an Indian on his way to mass. She declared herself the patron saint of the country and or¬ dered that a cathedral be erected at the foot of the hill. The In¬ dian reported this and later visions to the Bishop, who still refused to believe his story. Finally the Indian told the Virgin that the Bish¬ op wanted some proof that this story was true; so she left some roses and told him to gather them up and take them to the Bishop. V hen he uni oiled his blanket before the Bishop, to display the mir¬ aculous flowers, he found painted upon it by another miracle a por¬ trait of the Virgin clothed in a gorgeous cloak of blue velvet covered with stars of gold. It is still to be seen in the church enclosed in a licli frame of gold inlaid with a diadem of gold and precious gems. The town of Guadalupe with its many points of interest is a place al¬ ways visited by the tourist. MARION ORR, ’13. rq i— - . ’ t J) [7i i? I -e 5 — 37 — 3?nr ®hr §akr of ijia Nam? The sun was shining brightly on that calm June morning, and his beams, which had already cleared the valley, were driving the heavy mists up the thickly wooded mountain sides. Everything in nature seemed bright and merry, but there was a stir and a bustle in the vil¬ lage which showed that trouble was coming, and that people were uneasy. The old men of the village stood in groups at the corners and talked in excited voices, while the young men in gray uniforms were rushing here and there. It was not hard to find out what the trouble was. A message had just come from the front that the Yan¬ kees were advancing. The militia must go out and join with the Southern airny, which was approaching from the Southwest, and fight the Union troops. While this excitement was going on .in the village, an old soldier sat in a ro om of his plantation home, discussing thle war news with some old friends. He had been a general in the War of 1812 and had gained the greatest distinction, but he was now too old to ans¬ wer the call and the younger men must be sent in his place. When¬ ever his glance would fall on the pictures of the broad shouldered young soldiers on the wall, his face would brighten. There, beside his own, was a picture of his father, who had been a noted leader in the Revolution. As the old comrades talked, they were suddenly startled by the sharp notes of a bugle, which rang through the rooms; the door was thrown open and a young man sprang lightly in. His face was dark and handsome, and a mass of black, curly hair was brushed back from his wide forehead. When the company had been organized he had been made captain by unanimous vote. The father rose to greet him, as did the other men, and a smile of pride overspread his face when he looked on his son and thought of the glory he would win in the war by his bravery. The son an¬ nounced that they were to march in a few minutes, and, as he hast¬ ily buckled on the sword, the father watched him fondly. Then he seized him by the hand and pointed to the pictures on the wall, saying, “My son, remember your name and bring honor to it.” Then —38— THE BNTEEPEISE, ’13 they parted and the son marched away at the head of his company, while the father watched him proudly from the window. Aftei joining the army, they moved on to meet the enemy and about one o ’clock they met the front line of the Union forces in a for¬ est. Neither side had time to prepare or retreat, so the attack was made at once. Until this time the old general’s son had marched calmly at the head of his troop, but as soon as he saw the enemy, his dark, face turned pale and his knees trembled. But he marched on. Hie bullets now began to fly thick around the men and many were falling in the front rank, but as one fell another took his place. The officers were standing in front of their companies shouting orders to their men, and encouraging them. k 01 a moment the young captain stood, his sword hanging loosely m Ins hand and his heart beating hard with terror. Then he turned and fled, unnoticed. He hid behind trees while passing his own friends, but as soon as he reached the open fields, terror lending him speed, he rushed to his own door. He threw it open and then closed it after him, bracing his back against it, fearing that he was being pursued. His eyes were starting from his head with fear and every limb was trembling. At the sound of his entrance the old father turned in his chair. He saw his trembling son against the door. For a moment he was m doubt whether his son was wounded or had fled from the field, but only for a moment. He himself had been a soldier and had seen men like this before. His lips tightened and it seemed as if his face hard¬ ened. He slowly rose and pointed to the pictures on the wall and then to the battlefield and said, “Go back to the field and fight. Do not disgrace your name.” The only effect that these words had on his son was to make him fall on his knees, begging his father to let him stay. The order was repeated by the old general, but it was not obeyed. Then taking a revolver from the shelf by the window, he held it to the head of his crouching son and pulled the trigger. The expression on the boy’s face changed from fear to agony. For a moment he clung to his father’s knees and then fell lifeless on the floor. Tlie ne _ day the body of the young man was found on the field ol battle. His sword was in his hand and his face was turned to¬ ward the enemy. The family name lived on and the people of the vil- age always point with pride to the beautiful tomb-stone and tell now he died for his country. HAROLD PECK, ’13 —39— (Enutmurii ttt illu ' tr Nrxt UB plowed his way through the underbrush, skated gracefully over a patch of loose rock in the incline and landed over a small bank at the feet of a very amused young lady, whose scattered magazines showed her occupation. Tub scrambled to his feet mechanically reaching for his hat. Not finding it, he essayed a military salute. “I-er- beg pardon,” he stuttered, “you see I-er-just fell over the bank..” “I can hardly believe that,” she answered, laughing. “Is it possible that you really fell?” “ No, er that’s my special method of quick descent. My name’s Norton,” he volunteered, leaning over to pick up his hat, at the same time gingerly caressing a protesting shin bone. “I come from the camp at the springs; we just arrived last night.” “I realize that fact. My father has already had several com¬ plai nts from your neighbor campers.” “Oh!” in protest, “We are in the mountains here. This is no summer resort. Surely some of our song-.” “People have ears even in the mountains.” “And tongues too-.” “Good morning, Mr. Norton,” picking up her magazine. “I_er say, we have a jolly little camp down there,” he offered by way of conversation. “Yes, a jolly little camp,” this lamely, but finding her unsympathetic he doffed his recovered head piece and wended his way camp-ward, resolving not to tell the fellows of his friend. “Gee, actually a girl up in these mountains.” “Can she rag?” twanged a much abused guitar from camp. “Hum, I wonder if she can,” he mused. “Been viewing nature?” broke in upon his tingling reveries. “Man, nature never fussed him like that.” “Oh his rosy complexion!” —40— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 “What’s her name?” “She closn’t hail from the campers. There’s nothing under forty here. Say, if you let that maid with the heavy burden of years fuss you like that, you deserve a ducking. In the meantime Tub ate his meal in a semi-conscious state, ob¬ livious to the gibes. Suddenly he addressed the Chinese cook. “Say, Charley, don’t you need some eggs or milk? They fur¬ nish little things like that at the farm-.” A series of prolonged cat calls drowned his voice and red with wrath he strode from camp, his ears humming with, “Tubby was his mamma’s boy, Sister’s pet and papa’s joy, But woe to pet and joy and boy, Without his egg in the morning.” Nevertheless five callow youths, their “roughin’ it” clothes fairly screaming newness, presented themselves at the farm inter¬ mittently that day with an earnest desire to buy eggs. The Indian woman who met them at the door treated them with shameful indifference and ignored their remarks on the weather, how the fish were biting and if hunting was good. Meanwhile the sixth youth, his red neckerchief vieing in brilli¬ ance with his complexion, rowed down the lake, until, passing by a secluded cove, he drove in, beached his boat and prepared to fish. Seated on an overhanging rock, he dangled his line aimlessly and thought of his morning’s experience. “Confound it! She must have thought me an awful elephant,” he muttered. Suddenly his line drew taut and began to spin out, as the big trout raced madly away. His attention occupied, he did not notice a reflection which appeared in the water beside his own. “Reel him in, lie’s coming back!” shouted in his ear. Tub whirled and beheld his vision of the morning. “Look out, you’ll lose him,” she screamed, dancing perilously on the rock in her ecstasy of excitement. Tug manfully played his fish, then whirled him afloat and landed him in the lap of the girl, who had slipped up and sat down on the rock with a vehemence jarring to both back teeth and nerves. 41 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 “An exciting reception,” she remarked, eyeing him frigidly after the fish had been disposed of. Tub, who had contemplated a flippant remark, was properly squelched and relapsed to apologies, his hand jerking spasmodi¬ cally hat-ward, although that object lay rocking gently on the water some feet away. “Do you know how I feel?” she retorted sharply, shaking out her wet skirt. “Will you row me back to camp?” Tub was overjoyed to be useful, and finding him sufficiently humble, she unbent gradually and when camp was reached they were having a “corking time,” as Tub would have expressed himself. With exultant glee he paraded through camp and thoughtfully chose the longest way to the house. The boys were not in evidence, owing to the fact that they had retired to the tent at his ap¬ proach and were working their knowledge of language overtime, re¬ lieving their feelings. “Talk about monopolies; there’s an example.” “Consolidation, seems to me.” “Solid, yes, in the head.” But Tub dwelt serenely in another atmosphere and gave his hos¬ tile fellow campers to understand they were not included. He swam, fished and hunted with his companion of the other world day after day, until the days stretched into weeks, and the time for his depart¬ ure was drawing near. They were resting their oars one evening after a hard row up the lake. Suddenly something struck Tub and he turned toward her with a face depicting pain. What is it?” she asked concernedly. “Something hit me,” he said, trying to be witty. “Hit you?” “A thought. Gee, it was a hard one!” “Oh!” relieved. “I am going home tomorrow; going to leave before sunrise.” Silence, painful but expressive. The moon, rising slowly over the wall of mountains, looked down upon them inquiringly. They brought the boat to the landing in silence, and, from long practice, unconsciously took the most round about way to the house. He shook his head at her invitation to come in. —42— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 “I have to help the boys scrape things together for an early start. I’ll write as soon as I get back to school. Goodbye, Helen.” “Goodbye,” she murmured. “We’ve had an awfully jolly summer together—an awfully jolly summer.” And the moon went behind a cloud. “Hi—wait a minute Tub.” “Whatcher want? growled that young man, as lie ' hiked hastily over the campus. Aw, quit your grouchin’. Say, are you going to the Junior dance tonight?” 1 ‘ Maybe. ’ ’ “Well, say, I’ve got a peach of a cousin, but she makes a party of three and you know that’s an awful crowd sometimes.” “Is that right?” sarcastically, “I suppose I am to play cousin’s right hand man.” “Well, yes, you know. Spruce around with her—an, you know how. ’ ’ “All right, anything to be obliging.” That night Tub stood waitingfor his chum and the peachy cousin, alternately resigning himself to his fate as chief entertainer and kick¬ ing himself over imaginary space. In the midst of these pleasant thoughts some one touched him on the shoulder. “I say—this is my cou—.” “Helen!” “You?” “Oh, I didn’t know you had met before,” and to get out of a situation the other fled. They stared at each other, then their gazes froze. “You didn’t answer my letter,” accusingly. “But you didn’t write.” “I did. I wrote twice.” “The first must have been lost in the stage mails and I left before the second reached me.” Thereupon they both laughed as if at a joke and as the strains of an enticing waltz reached them, he swung her over the polished floor saying, “All’s well that ends well.” SIDNA HELLMANN, ’13. - 13 — ®lrp If tufituu ' LOWLY the old river boat wound its way down the Mississippi River through wide fields of cotton, past quaint southern farm-houses. On the deck of the steamer were numerous slaves; some slept, others roll¬ ed. lazily among the cotton bales, seemingly not mind¬ ing the hot rays of the sun which beat down mercilessly upon them, for they were under no roof. The constant i 1 swish! swish! of the stern wheel was the only sound that broke the monotony of the day, accompanied now and then by the soft croon of a pickaninny, or the hoarse sound of the whistle annoucing the approach to a town or other landing place. At each landing the slaves were carefully watched to make sure that none escaped. As the day waned the refreshing breeze of evening replaced the sultry heat. The slaves woke from their drowsy attitude, and many told old folk stories or sang strange rambling songs. The door of the cabin opened and out stepped a stout man of about forty. He was clean shaven, his mouth was large and heavy, his eyes were cold and he acted as if he felt everyone and everything in his power. Stepping up to a handsome quadroon, a boy about eighteen, he ordered him to his feet, with a brutal kick. The boy obeyed, but a shade of anger darkened his face, for he had taken an in¬ stant dislike to this new master, who showed the same dislike for him. Dick realized that he would never be happy with this man. The ambition of many a slave rose high within him, and lie determin¬ ed to escape, or die in the attempt. The blood flamed high in his face as he arose to do his master’s bidding. Night fell, and one by one the negroes fell asleep, curled upon the bales of cotton, but Dick did not sleep. His thoughts were far away. He pictured himself on the dancing waters of Lake Erie, the blue shores of Canada rising like a dream before liis eyes. The moon shone through the tall sycamores, and as it hid itself from view behind a clump of trees, Dick rose to his feet. —44— THE E N T E E P EI S E, ’13 Again tlie moon gleamed through the shimmering leaves, and the river sparkled mirrorlike, save where a white path marked the course of the vessel. On the opposite bank were myriads of cypresses and palmettoes. Dick listened; not a sound but the “swish” of the wheel, the soft lapping of water, and the heavy breathing of the dusky crew about him. He arose and crept stealthily to the rail. His breath came in short gasps, and his heart beat so loudly that it seemed someone must hear it; but no, all were quiet. He mounted the rail, and poising aloft a moment leaped overboard. For an instant the cold waters closed over him, but he rose, and with all his strength made for the shore. He was hampered by the force of the current and the weight of his clothing, but managed to reach land. Up the bank, he clambered by means of an overhanging hough, just in time to see the steamer disappearing behind the trees. A dull despair seized him; he was alone on the edge of a desolate swamp. The plaintive call of a whipoorwill echoed through the dismal woods; Dick started, but he knew it was not the wild that he needed to fear. He knew that his disappearance would be discovered the next morning, and therefore a hiding place must be found. He could not hope to dry his clothes then, so started forth into the the darkness to find safety and, if possible, shelter from the cold. Three days and nights had passed and the night of the fourth had arrived. Dick had neither eaten nor slept since the night of his escape. His face was haggard and worn, and his eyes gleamed with a wild despair. He sank down to rest at the foot of a tree and soon was lost in slumber. The night wore on, and as the gray shadows of morning appeared, Dick awoke with a start. A blood curdling hay accompanied by a chorus of snaps and angry snarls fell upon his ears. He jumped to his feet,—bloodhounds, and they were coming nearer and nearer every minute! He looked in every direction and in¬ stinctively turned and ran in the direction of the swamp, which was under water. He knew they had not seen him yet, for they were too far away, and the swamp was thickly wooded. He ran, he did not know how long nor how far. He imagined the hounds were close be¬ hind, and it seemed as if their hot breath were fanning his legs; to stop running would mean to sink into the soft, mushy ground. Final¬ ly the water reached his waist; his steps faltered, but to faint now — 45 -— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 meant death, so lie plodded on, stopping now and then on a lise of ground to shake the mud from his feet. Suddenly an idea came to him. Why not climb the tree ahead of him? The top was thick with leaves, and an excellent place for con¬ cealment. The hounds could not follow his trail in that part of the swamp, for he knew he had traveled several miles across land which was under water. He climbed up in the tree. The trunk was very broad and he found that he could safely lie down and be entirely concealed amid entwined branches and green leaves. He lay and list¬ ened; the faint “Yow-oo- ,? was dying slowly into an 66 00-00000-” and finally was lost to his hearing. He had evaded them once, but could he do so again? The only safe thing for him to do was to stay in hiding for weeks, and try to find enough wild berries, mint and roots to gratify his hunger. About three weeks later a boy dragged himself to the door of a Tennessee farm house. He was a mere shadow of his former self; liis heavy dark curls were matted and his feet were almost bare; One sleeve was out of his. shirt, and his trousers were covered with mud. As he reached the top of the steps and knocked, his head swam and he fell in a dead faint across the threshold, just as the door opened. Dick had found friends, but he did not know it for some time. For weeks he lingered between life and death, his mind wand¬ ering; sometimes his delirium was such that he had to be held down. When lie recovered his reason a kind motherly face was bending over him and busy hands were applying cool cloths to his feverish fore¬ head. As his eyes opened she smiled; Dick started, but the lady told him to lie quiet, for he was perfectly safe while in her house, and Dick knew by her face that she meant it. It was late one afternoon when two young men hurried on board a steamer which was sailing up the Mississippi River. One was tall and fair and had merry blue eyes; the other was about his height, but his face was thin, and pale, and his dark eyes were large and ser¬ ious. The latter we know was Dick, and his merry companion was Edward Riley, the son of the woman who had cared for him. Both were well dressed. Dick attracted no more than ordinary notice; he could easily pass for a white, and, if he were thought a slave noth¬ ing would be thought of it when he was with a white man. Both —46— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 ordered berths and immediately interested themselves with books, tlnih giving Dick a chance to avoid to a considerable extent the eyes of the people about him, and lessening the likelihood of his looking about him with an appearance of uneasiness, which would almost ceitainly result in his being identified.- lhe wagon rattled noisly along the dusty road. Dick and his companion were seated on either side of the driver, whom they called Jonathan. “Mind thee takes good care of thyself, Jonathan,” his wife Ruth had warned him as he had left home to make the twenty mile drive to Farmington, “tliee will have ample time to reach thy brother Eli’s before morning if thee hurry; the moon does not rise till one o’clock, so thy journey through the woods can be made by moonlight, but thee must make haste. God be with thee, Richard!” she called, as the wagon started on its journey, “and with thee also Friend Edward!” It was dawn when the three reached Farmington, and entered the home of brother Eli and his faithful wife, Rachael. There they spent the day within the house, and after dark started on the short four nnle drive to Detroit. It was in the dead of the night that they entered the city. All was quiet as the old town clock tolled the hour of three. Tlie drove up to the brink of the Detroit River, where boatmen were waiting to take them across. The boat pushed from the shore. The lights of Detroit grew hazier in the distance, and the pale moon shone down on the ripples, tipping their crests with silver. Dick turned his eyes in the direction they were sailing and there before him lay the land of his dreams; as lie gazed a wave of relaxation swept over him, and a mist swam befoie his wondering eyes. “Edward!” he whispered, “Edward I am free!” HELEN MOTT, ’14. ©mtmiii tlte When morning dawns in cold gray mist, Upon yon mountain-side. The cataract, leaping down the cliff, Pouring its silvery tide Ever into that glancing stream That flows to the vast, calm sea, Seems as the stream of Life to gleam; Sometimes subdued the stream will be, Sometimes, enhanced by early beam, Will, glistening, hasten to the sea. So is the stream of Life, that onward gleams, That ever plunges onward to the sea; As new events develop force, The drop of Life, by added streams, Grows, till no barrier stays its course. Gleaming, glancing in the beams Of glowing joy, on, on, it goes, All unknowing what the end, All unwitting what the close. Who looks beneath the surface of the stream, Can oft see much besides a silvery glow, The sunlight, with its outward glance and gleam, Not always lights the stream in depths below. All life must have its shallows, as the stream, And in all life must some soft love-light show. Who joys in deeps will often miss the shallows, And, as experience alone may know, Life always has its sandbars, shoals, and narrows, We must learn ever, ever, as we go. A vast, calm joy glows in the river’s deeps, A glow of calm that very few may know. Oh, wise is he who thro’ long peril keeps In comradeship with that calm soul below. And if it be that far, far greater deeps That sea, that vast Eternity, will show, Toward which our Life’s broad river sweeps. Then, ever, ever onward we will go. We’ll brave all perils, over-rush all steeps, And joyful, reach that sea in sunset glow. MAY S. GREENWOOD, ’17. — 48 — (Srattiimotljpr’is Upturn WAS one of Lowell’s perfect days of June when a hap¬ py young girl tripped homeward along the daisy- bordered path by a country roadside. There were but two weeks remaining before Betty’s graduation. She had completed her work, her commencement paper was finished and had been approved by the principal that very after¬ noon. For many weeks Betty’s mind had been entirely occupied by these things, and now that all was done she felt that she could breathe freely and delight in the sunshine, as she had done before. This delightful mood, however, did not last very long. She heard a loud “Honk, Honk” behind her and in an instant a large auto flew by. In the car were seated Grace Leffingwell, one of Betty’s classmates, and her mother. Boxes and packages were piled about them and Grace was so busily talking that she did not see the simple girl in the gingham frock who stood, hat in hand, by the roadside. Betty’s sensitive feelings were wounded. She remembered that Grace had been telling that morning of the arrival of her dress from the city “Oh,” gasped Betty to herself. “I had almost forgotten about my dress. I wonder—wonder—. ’ ’ Slowly, with her head slightly bowed, she walked on, thinking of what she had had little time to consider—her commencement dress. Reaching the gate of her simple home, she entered with unusual quiet. Almost unconsciously she sank down upon the grass under the large elm in the yard, two big tears glistening beneath her lash¬ es. Betty was, for the first time in her whole life, so much absorbed in thoughts of herself that she did not hear the approach of her old grandfather. “Why, Betty, what’s the matter,” asked the old man consolingly. 49 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 “Oh, nothing, Grandy dear,” Betty replied, trying pitifully to smile as she brushed away the tears. “Nothing at all. How are you feeling this afternoon,” “I’m well enough, Betty, but all is not well with you. Didn’t Mr. Lawrence like your paper? I’m sure it couldn’t be better.” “Oh yes, he approved of my paper, Grandy, and I’m all through with that now,” she returned, brightening. “Well, tell me, Honey, the cause of those tears. Maybe I can—.” “Please don’t,” interrupted Betty, chokingly. “Don’t cry, but come over here to the porch and tell me what it is,” said her grandfather, gently, but at the same time so earnestly that Betty knew further remonstrance would be useless. He sat in his old wicker arm chair and Betty on the steps by his side. “Go on, Betty, tell me,” he urged. “I’m a selfish girl, Grandy, I know I am, but I did so want a dress like Grace’s and Florence’s and the rest. That’s all, dear. You see I’m not nearly so good as you think. I’m awfully ashamed of my weakness, for I should be happy. See, here is a note from Mrs. Peterson saying that I may assume duties of governess for her two little boys as soon as I choose. Isn’t that encouraging?” “Yes, Betty, but that won’t get you a new dress for the com¬ mencement. ’ ’ “I know, Grandy, but I’ll put some fresh ribbons on my old lawn and imagine it’s as beautiful and new as the rest.” Later, while Betty was busy in the kitchen preparing the even¬ ing meal, her grandfather sat on the porch, musing. How very much Betty was like her grandmother at sixteen! Pictures of the golden past floated across his mind. He recalled the day when she had be¬ come his bride, beautiful, happy and simple, even in her exquisite bridal dress of white satin. “Supper is all ready, Grandy.” called Betty, running out on the porch, expecting to find him in the wicker chair. THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 He was nowhere in sight. She hunted from place to place, call¬ ing, but received no reply. Then she ran upstairs to see if he were napping, as he often did. She found him in his room, seated before an old open trunk. Betty had never seen the contents, but knew it contained some relics of the past which were very dear to her grandfather. “Tea is ready, Grandy dear,” she ventured, meekly. She was about to descend the stairs again when her grandfather called her back into the room. “I’ve something to show you Betty,” he explained, as she en¬ tered. While speaking he tenderly lifted from the trunk a dress of white satin. “Your grandmother wore this the day of our wedding, Betty” said the old man in quavering tones, “and I thought maybe you could fix it up some way for your commencement dress. Here in this, bundle of tissue are the slippers.” “0 Grandy, it would be a thousand pities for me to wear that beautiful dress which is so dear to you.” “But, Betty, I really want you to have it. If she were here it would be her wish I am sure, and I feel it a wrong to her precious memory to let this beautiful dress lie useless when you need and de¬ serve it so much.” “You are the very dearest and best Grandy in the whole, wide world,” cried Betty, clasping her arms about the old man’s neck. On the night of the commencement exercises Betty’s grandfath¬ er sat proudly very close to the stage. When Betty stepped forward to deliver her valedictory, so radiant and beautiful, the old man for¬ got Betty, commencement and all. It seemed that she, who had been so long departed, had returned in the form of her youth,—the same sweet girl with jet black curls, simple, even in the satin dress. ETHEL HALL, ’13. — 51 — ®lu ' Sparer HE quiet of the school room was becoming oppressive. Tom wiggled about in his seat, heaved a mighty sigh which brought forth snickers from those about him, and having created a slight disturbance, settled down in his seat and began making paper wads. He soon had a goodly number arranged in a row across his desk, and pick¬ ing up a particularly hard, round one, fitted it into his rubber and looked about him for a fly to shoot. There was a faint hum as a big one shot past him, buzzed about, and finally lit on the wall just to one side of the teacher’s head. It was too good to miss. Tom hastily took aim and shot—from his front seat it should have been easy, but alas! There was a startled squeal, a convulsive giggle from the class and all was absolutely still. The little teacher rose, eyes snaping angrily, one hand over her flushed cheek. “Who-wlio did that?” The silence was unbroken; all eyes were on her save Tommy’s. His were fastened guiltily on the row of wads across his desk. Miss Madison was not long in discovering this. “Tom,” she looked at him accusingly; “did you shoot that wad ?’ ’ Thus discovered, Tom was at a loss. He glanced up and immed¬ iately down again, grew painfully red under the searching gaze of the whole school, shuffled his feet and finally mumbled affirmatively. “I thought so,” said Miss Madison, “I’ve stood about as much as I intend to from you, Tom. I’m afraid you’re a thoroughly bad boy. You may see me after school!” Then, turning, “The A fifth class may prepare to recite the history lesson, and the rest of you get to work immediately.” There were a few suppressed giggles, a shuffling of feet, and order was restored. Tom, outwardly calm and scornful, began to wish he hadn’t done it. He knew Miss Madison was angry with him—several after — 52 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 school sessions and public lectures had fully proven that. These minor things, however, were of very little importance. What both¬ ered him was the fear that she would send another letter home, as she had done when he’d played hookey only last month. He well re¬ membered the receipt of that letter,—and if he should come home with a second,—well, Tom’s father was a stern, conscientious man and would undoubtedly feel called upon to use strenuous means in meting out punishment, particularly as those formerly used had had no perceptible effect. Tom stared moodily out of the window at the green fields and trees, every inch of him longing to be out in the fresh spring sunshine,, running and shouting in happy freedom. What was the use of school anyway? He looked at the teacher as she was writing—he wonder¬ ed if that was a letter for him. If that were the case, he probably wouldn’t have to come back to school for a while, but somehow he wasn’t so glad. Presently school was dismissed, and Tom, sinking deeper in his seat, waited while all the rest filed out; their merry voices floating in through the windows made the empty school room more silent and gloomy by contrast. The teacher was back at her desk and writing again. Tom, now gloomily certain of the letter banged his books into his desk and scraped his feet as a gentle reminder that he was anxi¬ ous to be out and away. There was a baseball game in progress in Perkins’ field and he fairly ached to be there. At length the teacher called him. He stalked up the aisle, took the letter she held out to him, and without so much as a nod, con¬ tinued in calm dignity to the door. Grabbing his cap and thrusting the letter into his lunch pail, he started off at a run for the field and the ball game. Once there, he threw dull care aside and proceeded to enjoy life with a vigor. The game was fast and furious and they play¬ ed and played with no regard for time. Finally, however, Tom, hav¬ ing yelled himself hoarse and made three home runs, started home¬ ward. The sun was low over the wooded hills and the long shadows were deepening on the fields. Tom hurried along,—“Gee! it’s later’n I thought,” he told himself, “Pop’ll be mad sure.” Suddenly he stop¬ ped—the letter! “Crickety!” hegasped, and started up the road on a run. His freckled face grew worried—“Gee, I’ll get it!” Visions — 53 — THE ENTEEPEISE, ’13 of seven cows lie should have helped milk rose accusingly before him- 16 C, ::: ld f e hlS father ’ s face wk en lie should walk in, and he ran fast¬ er. Ihe later he was, the worse it would be for him. s he hurried along, he heard the wild galloping of a horse be- nnc mn. cooking back, he saw it dash around the curve of the road and come tearing toward him, mane and tail flying. Involuntarily om sprang back. As the horse drew nearer, he saw a girl hanging half out of the saddle, her hands clinging to the pommel — the teacher! For a single instant he stood petrified; then as the horse was almost on him he rushed forward, throwing his lunch pail directly at the head of the wild eyed animal As it swerved and reared, he caught the dangling reins and the little teacher dropped to the ground in a limp, frightened heap. Tom, after trying in vain to quiet the excited horse, ran back to tie teacher and knelt beside her. “Are you hurt?” he cried anxi- .. ® at up and ,ooked at him with a little shaky attempt at a smile, A-not a bit—but I’m s-scared to death! Oh, Tom, how can T,e ei, ever thank, you? If you hadn’t stopped Billy when you did, c have been dragged—I could just feel the s-saddle slipping and. de!-!!r g Ugll! ” She C0Vered ll6r face With her hands and slmd- ' . r , T ° m suddenl r felt very old and manly and a feeling of respons- lbility came over him. T ‘ 3: §; uess maybe you’d better not stop here,” he advised her, s gettm dark—I live just around the bend and if yu’ can walk, you d better go home with me.” The little teacher looked up into his freckled face in the duskv ught aiul siinled; then laughed shakily. She told him to help her up 7 U( . 1 10 1 . Very Carefully and the y started slowly up the road, she ‘Turn °n f rm and telUng him She lladn,t a hairpin t0 her name anc didn t see how she was going to get her hair up for school in the morning. In an instant Tom’s calm composure left him. He stopped. “Gee, Miss Madison, the letter, that letter yu’ know, it’s in my 4 — THE ENTERPRISE. ’13 lunch pail back there in the road somewheres. I-I guess I can’t give it to Dad to-night—” “Oh, Tom, forget I ever wrote that letter,” pleaded the teacher, “and yon may shoot all the flies yon want if you don’t hit me,” she laugh hysterically, “because, Tom, you saved my life, you know.” Tom grinned in the dark and his face flushed—“Aw, that wasn’t nothin’—say, how’d the horse happen to run away!” “I don’t know. I was riding along enjoying the sunset, when suddenly he reared up, went over to one side of the road and then ran as though a thousand demons were after him. Oh, I hate to think of it!” she shivered and leaned heavily on Tom’s arm. Tom said, “Gee,” sympathetically and led her up the drive to the door of the big, warmly lighted house. She sighed in grateful anti¬ cipation of rest and comfort as Tom opened the door. As he led her in he chuckled—“Gee, I bet Pop’s sore!” HELEN OLMSTED, ’14. — 55 — EVERYTHING GOES WITH THE OSTRICH EDITORS: Are Now Recuperating at the Napa Asylum. e x T R A ! TERRIBLE ACCIDENT Destruction Follows An Heroic Attempt at Rescue! The joyous merrymaking of a Botany picnic was abruptly brought to a close by a sad catas¬ trophe which befell one of the most honored members of the faculty. Miss Elsa Schluckebier, instructor of advanced German, while bravely striving to surmount the perils of a barb-wire fence, was suddenly seized by the cruel barbs and for some moments both she and her life hung perilously in the balance. Aghast at the horror of the situa¬ tion, she called desperately for aid and Jared W. Scudder, touched by her heart-rending screams, rushed madly to the rescue. Bravely he pulled, yet still she clung, and then, suddenly,-0, what a fall was there, my countrymen! There was a muffled cry mingled with a terri¬ ble sound of ripping and gasps of horror from the helpless bystand¬ ers. When the atmosphere clear¬ ed, her heroic would T be rescuer — 56 — THE OSTRICH hastened to investigate the mains. Miss Schluckebier survived the shock, but alas!—only a few scat¬ tered sheds remained to tell the tale of a horrible devastation. She was conveyed to her home with great difficulty, but of the green gown which has for several sea¬ sons past delighted the eyes of the German class, only a few tatters remain hanging on the barbs to mark the scene of the ghastly trag¬ edy. (Note. Miss Schluckebier enters a formal complaint against the use of the word several. She insists that she got the gown the year af¬ ter the earthquake and fire.) The Ostrich predicts that straw hats will be popular this summer. They are on sale for 15c at a local Kentucky street department store. DAK HOLDUP Fair Females are Imperiled by Vicious Mar in County Animals. Mad Rush to Train Ends in Failure. The doomed Botany class was the victim of another awful tragedy while trying to wipe out the sad memories of the past on a second beautiful picnic, Saturday, May 3rd. Mt. Tamalpais was the scene of the disaster, when several prec¬ ious lives were again endangered. The trip passed with only the us¬ ual number of break-downs until the foot of the mountain was reach¬ ed on the homeward journey, and then the chapter of accidents began. It was learned suddenly that in¬ stead of going to Ross, they must sprint five miles to Fairfax in the few remaining moments before their train left. “One and all with cheerful glee” followed their heroic leader, Miss Emma F. Daniel, champion walker of Marin county, on a mad run. “Jog, jog, tramp, tramp, down the hill they ran,” waving lard buckets and seedy looking bouquets and yelling frantically at every passer¬ by as to whether they should turn to the left or to the right. A few WEEKLY EXCURSIONS TO WILLITS GOOD TIME ASSURED TICKETS MAY II E SECURED FROM M. ORR De aler in Will its Real Estate. _ — 57 — THE OSTRICH of the longest legged reached Fair¬ fax in time to catch a train which, if Fortune smiled upon them, would make them miss the Petaluma train by only five minutes,—Miss Daniel hurling tin cans and left over oranges through the car win¬ dow as parting tokens of affection. Arriving at San Rafael, they lined up in hairless, liatless array be¬ fore the ticket office, and, drop¬ ping the buckets, oranges and bou¬ quets on the platform, inquired anxiously for a train to Petaluma. The man said he had no doubt they intended to go there, but the train had left fifteen minutes ago. The rest of the party, including the ill-fated Miss Schluckebier, had the misfortune to meet a large band of long-horned bulls, who ac¬ tually had the effrontery to 6 ‘look at them!”. This reduced the party ; to sobs of anguish, when Mr. Schluckebier rushed to the metrop¬ olis of Fairfax, and, securing the largest delivery wagon obtainable, hastened out to rescue the hyster¬ ical fence occupants. The party proceeded at a funeral pace through the main street of Fair¬ fax clutching the remnants of a cake. They were carefully backed up to a saloon platform, where they were unloaded and put aboard the car. In the dead of the night, two aut¬ omobiles loaded to a startling AUCTION! FINE MILPITAS GELDINGS H. N. YOUNG Dealer in Horses height with sad and rusty-looking sports, landed once more in their native burg of Petaluma. Pass the plate, Watson. -o- A LOT OF LAUGHABLE LOCALS Carter Pliair lives out west of town. He is an enthusiastic sprint¬ er. He lias a suit of the abbreviat¬ ed uniform used by runners, and in the early mornings the neighbors out in his direction see him dashing along the highway at a speed which would puzzle a stop watch. They have offered a prize to anyone who will capture him, but they 11 have to make time to do it. Keep it up, Carter. -o- Some of the pupils who spend a great deal of time sliding down the fire escape say that they have come down so much that they can almost spin like a top when they get through. -o- We have a strong faculty this year. They have all eaten breakfast cooked by the Domestic Science class and are still robust and active and seem to enjoy life. You find it all in the Ostrich. SUBSCRIBE FOR The Daily Crawl DISTRIBUTED DAILY THROUGH STUDY HALL SUBWAY H. DYKES . Editor R. STAYNER . Boss — 58 — THE OSTRICH Everett Linoberg says that he insists on having water to wash his hands in now. He tried sulphuric acid by mistake some time ago. He is sure now that All is not water that looks wet. -o- Mr. Young’s horses ate up the whole corn field at the farm the other day. Each had three good sized stalks. Both are feeling bet¬ ter. -o-• On Tuesday evening, April 1st, “Tod” the trained horse at the Mystic picked out Sidna Hellmann as the prettiest young lady in the house. This proves three things: Sid visits the nickelodeons, she is the prettiest girl there, and lastly, that “Tod” is a mighty smart horse. . He has plenty of horse sense all right. -o- No, girls, the little holes in the track are not worm holes. They were made by the spikes in the running shoes. The boys like the track better when it has that worm- eaten appearance. -o- A WORKABLE DEFINITION Fire Escape—A short method of wearing out good clothes. HAIR FOR SALE Suitable for Switches and Rats CARTER PHAIR, Owner. Reported by our Special Staff Correspondent in the Usual Sporting Style On Saturday, March 15th, the birch wielders of Petaluma High School journeyed to Santa Rosa to cross bats with the High School team at that place to determine who should continue in the race for the championship in the S. N. S. C. A. D. L. (other letters will be added from time to time.) There was one long, tense mo¬ ment when no one could name the winner. That moment was just be¬ fore the Santa Rosa twirler sent the first ball across the home plate and the local boys began fanning the breeze. Only twenty-seven of our boys got up to try their luck at finding the sphere and no man got furth¬ er than second base. Every man hit the ball in the same place, or rather, they all hit the spot where the ball should have been or once was. Fifteen men were struck out and a few others took feverish sprints in the direction of the ini- EAT JUNIOR SANDWICHES “THE MEMORY LINGERS” ! ? J ? ? — 59 — THE OSTRICH tial sack. It was a fearful slaught¬ er of the innocents. The local boys went up to Santa Rosa in autos, hut as soon as they tried to hit the splendid curves handed out by the denizens of the Court House country they all went up in a balloon and remained up throughout the game. The star performer for the local team was Alvin Drees, who was stationed in the middle garden. It was worth a small fortune to see him try to avoid being hit by a fly. It is generally reported that Drees spent one season with a famous Girls’ team, as he caught the ball on the first bounce in a style which showed unmistakable training. He insisted that the player was “half out” each time he nailed a nice warm bingle in this way. It was too cute for any use to watch him. It was a game with lots of sap in it. Excitement ran high and the twenty fans who were on the side lines were in a state of col¬ lapse when the game ended. The real excitement began in the eighth spasm when the Santa Rosa boys discovered Rat’s curves and con¬ nected with the horse hide in rapid succession. They made one home run, and when Drees essayed to catch a fly he let in three more. The local boys tried to extend themselves, but found it was use¬ less. They could not do anything. Santa Rosa had got their goat. Another feature of the game was Blake’s catching at the third cush¬ ion. The Santa Rosa batters sent a number of balls with whiskers on and Blake pulled them out of the ozone with one hand as easily as if he had been picking cherries. It has been said by some of the boys that if their out-fielders had played as classy ball as the boys in the in-field it might have been possible to hold the score down to a goose egg for both sides. If in addition to this the locals could have ambled across the home plate the game would have been theirs. As it was the score card showed that Santa Rosa had annexed elev¬ en runs, while the devotees of the national game from Petaluma had maintained the same score they had before they started. If the game could have been run on to about twenty innings it is thought the Santa Rosa boys might have be¬ come so worn out that the local team could have scored at will. Out of respect for the Santa Rosa twirler’s big out curve the locals NOTICE! ALEXANDER B. ORR Mutually interested� parties Dealer in should visit the Spoon Factory New and Second Hand (Formerly the Drawing Room) -W- m TTT n it T TTJd JOKES PAUL SALES Founder, Proprietor and Maintainer Samples of latter in back of this book — 60 — THE OSTRICH r KA C S AtEtrr ' Her ' LWA Vs. AHA LI HI H %t� 0CL.,yew refused to smash the sphere upon the nose and lace out the neat bingles which win a game. It was a great game—no fielding —no batting—no score for Petalu¬ ma. There was no kicking. Every body was happy and the game was as peaceful as a meeting of a Sewing Society. We have all eaten pretzels, but where is the mind that could have conceived the Track Team Sand¬ wich ? The Ostrich suggests Oak Hill Park as a suitable place for the manufacture of hydrogen sulphide. (San Anselmo papers please copy.) — 61 — THE OSTRICH A FRESHIE Deal’ Father:—I haven’t written home to you for several days, I see. They’ve kept me working pretty hard and busy as a bee. When first I landed on the hill they yelled, “Look who is here!” and greeted me with so much joy it gave me cause for fear. Before the week had closed and gone, the Juniors called us in and said that we must organ¬ ize and told us to begin. They soon elected me to lead, a committee then was sent to tell me that your honored son was chosen president. They stood me on a teacher’s chair to make my maiden speech, and pelted me with anything that came within their reach. To show that we were favored sons within this learned place, they had us all do lots of stunts, and marked upon our face. When they had finished all of us they took us down the stair, and helped us wash our hands an d face beneath a faucet there. But, pa, I’ll even up for this, on each and every score, when I assist the entering class when I’m a Sophomore. ENTERPRISE RESTAURANT Shrimps Served In fact We Serve Anyone Who Conies in 2nd Floor, Petaluma High School CLASSIFIED ADS. A Psyclie Knot. Owner may have same by proving property and paying for ad. Box 13, Ostrich Office. —- 0 - . Rooms to let in the upper story. Ray Murphy. -o- Learn how to drive an auto by Mail Correspondence.—A. Spridg- en Co. -o- EXCHANGE Will exchange an auto(?) for a new high school, ten room house or whatever you have to trade.— W. 0. Smith -o-- NEW TO-DAY My checkerboard suit. — Paul Sales. -o- FOR RENT Elegant office apartments equip¬ ped with three shelves and a pat¬ ent lock.—Apply Editor of the Enterprise. -o- WANTED Space for our hats.—P. IL. S. Suffragettes. To Raise MONEY FOR ATHLETICS BALLET DANCE FANCY UNDRESS COSTUMES BY TRACK TEAM — 62 — THE OSTRICH Promising investment for man who can afford to lose $200. Must be a Democrat.—Apply J. A. Cline, Manager of the Enterprise. Parties losing books may regain same by applying to Genevieve D. Luff, Room 1. THE LATEST STYLE Oh have you seen the funny way the hoys do up their hair? They let it grow to any length, then paste it down with care; and every morning when they rise they face the early breeze, which blows their long and flowing locks as straight back as you please. With eager palms they gently rub each hair to make it shine, then gloss it o’er with eau cologne, that makes it very fine. Whene’er they stoop, or twist or bend, down comes their gorgeous hair, like wings of cooing turtle doves; so long—so rich, so rare! We would suggest, if we but dared, that hairpins would be best to keep in place those wayward locks, for hair-pins stand the test. IN THE COURTS A warrant is out for the arrest of the afternoon music class on the grounds of disturbing the peace. It is claimed that the alleg¬ ed disturbance is affecting the value of the adjoining property. Prof. Randolph Paderewski Christo “THE MAN THAT MADE PENNGROVE FAMOUS” Piano and Harmony (Especially Harmony) FEMININE PUPILS ONLY (Must be under Forty) (Not from the Office) Dear Fond Parent: Sammy has brought your note asking me to explain what a Defici¬ ency Check is and what it is for. I take time to send you an immedi¬ ate answer. We have had Sammy with us now for a long time and he isn’t as far from the hole he came in at as he should be. He is a great boy, we know. He’s a regular forty horse¬ power machine, but as nearly as we can calculate thirty-nine of the horses are dead. At the rate Sammy is progress¬ ing he will graduate in 1950 or ‘51, that is if he doesn’t take sick or isn’t kept back in some way. The poet very beautifully puts the whole matter when he says, “ ‘Tis time for Sammy to get up and dust.” We hope you will take him on a brief and exciting whaling trip and that you will leave such visible evidences of the voyage that we can know how much he enjoyed it. In case the outward signs do not appear will you kindly write me a note in cypher, as follows, MADAMOlSEMiE MARTINA CAMM FASHION MODEL Authority for all the latest styles 63 THE OSTRICH and I will understand what you mean: “The liniment you recom¬ mended was thoroughly applied externally, hot.” We would suggest that Sammy be given this trip as soon as pos¬ sible and that he be found in his place without undue delay or form¬ ality. We will upholster his seat with soft plush if you do the right thing by Sammy, and will do all we can to make him comfortable and studious. Hoping that you will see your duty clear, I remain, Your humble Servant, THE LATEST Have you seen it? The latest thing in aesthetic dancing—the Telescope Glide. It is demon¬ strated every morning by Miss Marjorie Comstock and Randolph A. Christie. Catch on to it? --o- The Ostrich is grateful to Mr. A. B. Way who has been chief caterer for this elaborate menu. -o- The Ostrich calls attention to the new paint on the sink. Wonders will never cease. Some day we may find the mirror cleaned. — 64 — ®n a ©par Must I reiterate, there is no cause for sorrow; That which you plant, you must well watch and tend, But if weeds grow in that which you have planted, Think you that water will your plants defend? No, no, say I, but you must watch and weed them, And tend the flowers till the blossoms blow, Then will the Spring’s first birdlings sing among them After the Winter’s snow. MAY S. GBEENWOOD, ’17. ItuU ' Jim’s Hug LITTLE, well-worn path led far up the mountain side to a small clearing in the midst of the pines. Here in a small but well kept cabin lived an old man. The place was rudely built of logs, with a huge brick chim¬ ney over which once every year a few white roses bloomed. On the other side there was a tiny garden in which some of the hardiest flowers grew, for the soil and climate were not suited to the frail ones. These “Uncle Jim” tended carefully every day. To the villagers in the valley below the old man was a mystery. A few of the old timers had a faint recollection of the day when, al¬ most twenty-five years before, “Uncle Jim” had come into their midst. He did not stay to talk with the gossipers, but went directly up the mountain. Here in the clearing he built his cabin without the help or advice of anyone. “Uncle Jim” never came down into the valley, except on his weekly visits to buy provisions, and then he did — 65 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 not linger to talk, although when spoken to he answered pleasantly, never saying more than was necessary. The old man had left the village only twice and on the return from his second visit he had not come alone. With him there came a tiny sickly child, a boy about three years old. Some of the villagers thought it was a waif the old man had picked up on his visit; others thought the child was related to him. Yet these were only surmis¬ es, for “Uncle Jim” never spoke of the boy or himself. The life on the mountain seemed to agree with the child, for he grew stronger day by day, and was soon a stalwart, manly looking fellow. The boys of the village pitied him, for they thought he must certainly grow very lonesome with only an old man for company, but the boy never longed for their society, as he had something far better, the life of the mountains, and for his companions the children of the forest. On clear days people often saw the two hunting through the woods for rare plants and flowers. The boy learned quickly, both from the old man and by his own keen insight. He soon learned where the uncommon plants grew and he knew and loved the squirrels and animals of the woods so well that it was not an unusual sight to see them eating from his hands. The people of the village knew only of this outdoor part of their life until one time a villager who was caught in a storm sought safe¬ ty in their cabin. He told that he had found the two sitting by the bright open fire with heads bent low, reading aloud from Shakes peare. He had sought refuge for the night and been kindly treated and he told in glowing descriptions of the wonderful books which had been shown him and of their collection of the flowers of the forest, which were so well kept that they were almost as beautiful as on the day they were first picked. When the boy was about seventeen years old he went away, and the curious postmaster inquiring of 11 Uncle Jim” where he was, was told briefly that he was away at school. The old man seemed to live only for the days when letters came, the only ones he had ever received since his arrival at the village. Every week during the winter months the letters came reguarly and in summer the boy returned to the little cabin among the pines. While — 66 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 the boy was away “Uncle Jim” spent liis time working in the garden if the weather permitted and reading by the fire when it did not. One day instead of the usual letter came only a paper. Jim could not believe there was no letter from his boy. Finally, only half convinced, he started to go, then stopped and opened the paper. He read a few lines and then without a cry sank to the floor. The men standing near rushed to his aid. It was not long before he recovered. Although his eyes looked dazed and queer, he regained his feet slowly, and not listening to the remonstrance which arose from the men, went out of the door and up the mountain to his home. What the postmaster saw, in glaring headlines as he picked the paper from the floor was— “STUDENTS EXPELLED FROM LARGE COLLEGE, MANY CAUGHT IN HUGE GAMBLING PLOT Among the foremost were the following- “Why, that must have been the old man’s boy, or he wouldn’t have taken it so hard.” “What an ungrateful fellow to disgrace the poor old man.” “Yes, and after he raised him and took care of him,” was heard on all sides of the room. Late that night a young man rushed into the store, startling the postmaster. “Has anyone here seen Uncle Jim today!” The postmaster told him all about the scene at the office and about the finding of the paper. Then the young man hastened toward the clearing. As he neared the cabin no light shone out, and, greatly alarmed, he hurried toward the door. As he opened it the moon streamed in, showing him the figure of the old man in his arm-chair. His face looked haggard and pale in the dim light. The young man ran to his side and bent over him eagerly. “0, I say, Uncle Jim, it was all a mistake. I was not the fellow at all, only a terrible mistake in names. Really, Uncle Jim, it was not I. Really it was not.” But Uncle Jim would never understand, for the cry fell on dead ears. GENEVIEVE LUFF, ’13. —67 ullu ' Jffnrrat Rentier HE objects of the Forest Service are: the protecting of the National Forests, the increasing of their product¬ iveness, and the securing of the proper use of their re¬ sources. The forests must be protected from fire, from overgrazing and from wasteful lumbering. For fire protection, trails are made along the highest ridges of the reserve, so that the ranger can view the largest possible area while patrolling his territory. Companies of men are organized, who leave their work as soon as possible after they are notified of a fire. Lookout stations are estab¬ lished in each reserve on the highest peaks or other location where the greatest area of the reserve may be seen from them. When a lookout man sees a fire he locates the blaze by his gen¬ eral knowledge of the country, with the aid of specially prepared maps and other instruments. Then he immediately informs the sup¬ ervisor by telephone, for all lookout stations, rangers’ headquarters, etc., are connected by telephone with the supervisor’s office. Then the supervisor notifies the ranger on whose territory the fire has been located, and the fight begins. If the fire is a light surface one, the ranger will endeavor to con¬ trol it alone. If he cannot he notifies the supervisor and the nearest auxiliary company is sent out, fully equipped for fire fighting. The most effective means of fighting fire is back firing; that is, setting fires ahead of the main fire and allowing them to burn only toward it. This is a very dangerous method unless properly controlled and checked. The evil of overgrazing is being overcome by the permit system, which limits the ranges to their capacity. The cattle ranges of the mountains are somewhat limited They consist mostly of the little mountain meadows scattered throughout the higher mountains. The THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 mountain meadows of the Sierra Nevadas, especially in the southern and higher part of the range, are very beautiful. One will be slow¬ ly following the trail along the edge of some canyon, perhaps listen¬ ing to the wind in the pines, or to the little stream tumbling over the rocks in the canyon below, when suddenly a tiny valley will burst into view, its floor all covered with grass and wild flowers. Perhaps one lone monarch of the forest is standing in it and the little stream is slowly and silently threading its way. Higher up on the walls and top of the canyon are the sentinels who keep endless watch over it. These meadows make the finest kind of range providing they are not overstocked. The sheep range is a different and more serious problem. Sheep graze all over the forests, doing much damage by trampling the young trees, tearing loose their rootlets and powdering the soil with their small sharp hoofs, thus starting erosion. They sometimes entirely destroy promising young forests. All lumbering within the National forests is carried on under the supervision of the Forest Service, and under standard rules for cutting, logging, etc., which vary in different localities and under dif¬ ferent conditions. The usual method of lumbering is very destructive to the forest. The forest is gone through and all marketable timber cut, without any regard whatever for reproduction or protection of young trees. In the redwood belt of California it used to be customary to set fire to the forests after the timber had been felled, so that the trees could be trimmed and logged more easily. This destructive lumber¬ ing is a very short-sighted policy, for much of the forest lands are good for nothing but forests. Under the direction of the Service, the forests are maintained and increased both in productiveness and capital value of the forest land, and still at a profit. To increase the productiveness of the forests, mature timber must be sold to make room for younger trees. To encourage the lumbering of this timber the Forest Service offers the inducement of the sales of large amounts of timber under long-term contracts, so that it will pay private concerns to develop means of marketing it. Also large areas of burned and naked lands must be reforested. Of these lands an average of about 30,000 acres is reforested each year. — 69 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 In regard to the problem of insuring the proper use of the Na¬ tional Forests, the policy of the Forest Service is simply to prevent the illegal grabbing of water-power sites and of valuable timber areas, and to aid and encourage the honest settler and prospector. The set¬ tler goes into the mountains, picks out his land and files on it. It is then examined by a land examiner, and, if it is really agricultural land the claim is reported favorably to the General Land Office. The prospector does much the same thing, except that on a mineral claim he is allowed only mineral rights to the land. However, he may use timber for mining and fuel purposes. It a claim is found to be more valuable for timber or other pur¬ poses than for agriculture or mining an unfavorable report is sent to the Land Office. I his generally results in the claimant being unable to get a patent. In this way the Service cooperates with the General Land Office in piotecting the Government from illegal claims. I he I orest Service is of a great benefit to the nation. It aids the mountain stockman by protecting the ranges, thus improving them and insuring against loss of stock through scarcity of water and forage in unfavorable seasons. It helps the farmer by protecting against disastrous floods, which are sure to follow the ' deforesting of water sheds, and by conserving the water supply with its forested areas. And last, but perhaps most important, it benefits all man¬ kind and future generations by preserving from destruction Nature’s best and most beautiful play grouds, the mountain forests, and pro¬ tecting the wild life of the woods from extermination. PERCIVAL WHEELER, ’14. —70— A Poor IGittlr Kittru T LAST lier dream had come true; she was going away to teach, but oh, how she longed for home and friends! With misty eyes she gazed before her at a vision of mountains, rocks, and trees, as the stage carried her away from her last friend. Her thoughts went back to the day before, the most eventful in her life. She recalled the sor¬ rowful home-leaving, the long ride on the train, the strange quietness of the little mountain town, so different from the great city to which she had always been accustomed, and then the meeting with her friend there which had cheered her drooping spirits. She thought of how the school official had told the stage driver to 4 meet a poor little kitten at the train. ’ ’ She burned with shame at the thought, then aroused herself and determined to be brave. It was hard to be out of spirits long on such a morning, for the air was cool and fresh, and the sun, just peeping over the mountain, sent out its first rays to scatter the shadows and brighten the way. Presently they left the open and entered a shadowy canyon. Never before had she so felt the spirit and influence of nature. The steep canyon walls were decked here and there with late-blooming flowers; a small stream, whose source was not far off, trickled down over the stones by the roadside, and above her the pines whispered to¬ gether, while birds twittered and fluttered among their branches. Squirrels whisked to and fro across the road and sometimes a bunch of quail was startled from their morning feed and whirred upward into the pines. So deeply had this little city girl entered into the spirit of her surroundings that the voice of the driver startled her as he halted his team beside a watering trough and swung to the ground. He took a pail from the rear of the wagon, watered each dusty, sweating horse climbed back into his seat, and again the silence was broken by the rumble of the stage and the slow thud of the horses’ hoofs, as they toiled up the steep. Soon the head of the canyon was reached and — 71 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 now they emerged upon the mountain side and left the shaded road below. Higher and higher they climbed, until the canyon became an abyss of trees and the view widened into mountains and mountains everywhere. As she gazed across the deep ravines to the green moun¬ tains opposite and then far beyond to the jagged blue wall, she won¬ dered if there was anything in the world more wonderful than the Sierras. Gradually the strangeness of the scenery wore off and she felt as if she had always known the mountains. It seemed as though years had passed since she had left home, and yet it was only yester¬ day. Finally she took courage and timidly asked the driver, “How much further have we to go?” “Wal, I reckon we can make Havilah in a couple o’ hours. Tired?” he asked. No, but I thought we were almost to Isabella,” she answered meekly. “Oh, are you goin’ clear through?” he asked curiously. “Yes, sir.” “It’s only about ten by the sun, and we oughter be in Isabella by sundown. It’s a mighty hot day, and that there leader won’t stand any hurryin’.” The sun was low on the horizon when the summit of the last mountain was reached, and now far below them lay a valley, with a white ribbonlike road winding through it, and with green fields, specks of houses, and a sparkling river bordered with green. “Is that where we are going?” she a sked eagerly. “Yes Miss. See that there first group of houses? That’s where my trip ends, but I reckon not yours. Any one to meet you?” he asked. I think so. Mr. Brown expects me,” she answered. “Oh, be you the sclioolmarm they’re expecting’?” he asked in surprise. -es, she answered, taken back at his surprise. “Wal,” he said after a few minutes, “you’ll like the old man, and the old lady too. They’re fine people. They came over here in the sixties, and were the first white folks seen by the Indians of this part. ’ 9 Oh, are there Indians here?” she asked in some alarm. — 72 — d THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 n LS L- 1 - ie It :h L’- W s. sd y id st a s, re d. in id le is “There’s a few left, but they won’t hurt you,” he answered re¬ assuringly but with a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. On the way down the mountain, the driver drew up the panting horses beside a little postoffice, where a group of men and boys had gathered to wait for their mail. “Hello, Jim,” called the postmaster from the doorway. Rather late, eh?” “A little.” “Where did you meet the other stage, Jim?” “The other side of the Basin.” “Oh, say, is the school teacher on board? The old man telephon¬ ed down to know if she was coming. He’s tired waiting for you.” “She’s here,” grinned Jim. “Giddap.” It was twilight when the stage stopped again, and the little sclioolmarm climbed down, tired and stiff and thankful that her first stage ride was at an end. A stalwart old man stopped forward and exclaimed, “Well bless me, is this Miss Merriam?” “Yes, sir.” “Just come with me and we’ll be home in a jiffy. I’ll have your trunk brought up tomorrow. The children are crazy to see you. They wanted to come along, but I thought maybe they would bother you. I hope you’ll make yourself at home with us. We always board the teachers. ’ ’ He lifted her into a buggy, climbed in by her side, and spoke to his mare: “Come on, Bess, it‘s time we were home.” Miss Merriam, as we now know her, felt drawn toward this fatherly old man whom everyone respected, and they had a pleas¬ ant chat together, riding home in the clear, cool evening. They were met at the gate by barking dogs, and a cry of children, “Gran’pa, did you bring the teacher?” A motherly old woman met her at the door and took her into her arms, and soon she was at home with all. Monday morning dawned bright and clear, and the little teacher trembled as she prepared for school. Everything seemed a dream, the long journey and now the fact that she was really a teacher. She tried to shake it off and feel that she was herself. She sat dov n by the window and again thought it all over. Could it really be true? — 73 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 She picked up a letter that had been laid on a chair inside the door. It was from her mother. Again she was back in the home with her brothers and sisters around her, and heard her mother’s voice. When she dropped the letter the dreamy uncertainty had vanish¬ ed. She saw clearly that her old dream was now true, that her duty had come, and at the thought, a strange happiness entered her heart. She heard the children running about the house getting ready for school, and slowly rose, picked up her books and joined them. HATTIE SMITH, ‘13. ODrpljrua He played, and in the music that he wrought, A thousand tongues poured forth their passion yet untaught. Softly at first, until the spell was cast, Then led us on, until at last, at last We found our Eden, where, ’mid myriad shadowed caves The soft winds sighed, then slipped away to dance among the waves. Now changed the note, until our hearts were great With longing for all things that could not be. A chord he struck, and straightway closed the gate Of our enchanted land; and still swept on The chords, till all our souls lay quivering ’neath the pain Of terror, tumult and despair. Then chose a loftier strain That bore us on, inspired, free, apart, To shores that know no blight, a joy that knows no wane. Oh, this thy power be — to soothe the aching heart, And lift to realms unknown, great master of thine art. GENEVIEVE G. MOTT. ’13 —74 £lu ' tntprprisi ' Published Semi-annually by the Student Body of the Petaiuma High School VOLUME XXXV; No. 2 Shttmial tnff FRANCES L. BROWN . Editor-in-Chief GENEVIEVE G. MOTT . Associate Editor Sppartntrnts LITERARY . Ethel Hall ORGANIZATIONS .. Everett Linoberg COMMERCIAL .. Ruth C. Anderson ATHLETICS .. Dickson Brown SCHOOL NOTES . ... . Charlotte Chamberlin EXCHANGES .. Ruth Preshaw ALUMNI . . Alice Canevascini JOSHES ... Alec Orr l Helen Mott, Martha Wessels ART . -{ Elzada Gross, Ruth C. Anderson ( Hebe Dykes, Morse Bowles luBinras Btnff JACK CLINE . Manager CHARLOTTE CHAMBERLIN . Associate Manager FRANCES L. BROWN, Editor JACK CLINE, Manager GENEVIEVE G. MOTT, Associate Editor. CHARLOTTE CHAMBERLIN, Associate Manager. 77 — fhtrpOBP Thirty of us are leaving our high school life this June for a life much more complex, one in which there are ttt vastly more forces to be dealt with. We are eager for lOtfp action, but as yet our places in the machinery of the universe are undefined. Our teachers have striven to prepare us for usefulness in whatever part of the world ' s work we may choose for ourselves and their deep interest in us as individuals has tended to awaken the best forces in our characters. We cannot now appreciate the extent to which their influence has affected us, but as we grow and gain in experience and knowledge, we will real¬ ize more clearly the depth of gratitude we owe to them. The know¬ ledge of the past that they have helped us to gain, the facts that we have assimilated, the theories that we have been helped to form, we are now called upon to arrange and to use. Just how we shall use them is a question which only ourselves can answer. What we accomplish in our manhood and womanhood depends largely upon what we purpose to accomplish. It is, consequently, of the deepest importance that we should form purposes that are high md noble, the carrying out of which will make our lives worth while. Much energy is consumed in accomplishment governed by unworthy or valueless motives. If we would live lives contributive to the world’s progress, we must strive to bring ourselves into harmony with the laws of creation and direct our energies in accordance with the per¬ spective of life which our education has given us. The broader our knowledge, the more clearly we are able to perceive in what channels we can most effectively direct our efforts and constantly to increase cur knowledge is, thus, constantly to add depth to our purpose. In working toward definite and high ideals, we are not alone. We are ever m contact with other individuals with different needs and ambitions. It is this association with other lives which gives us our highest inspirations and which requires our deepest sacrifices. Noble — 78 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 I e e r e o e s t h L- r- e e e .s f li r ' s Le c- IY Is e r e d ir le relationships with human souls make our lives beautiful and worth living and our existence is not complete unless so enriched. Our life is a wonderful thing when we stop and think of it,—and it is ours with all its beauty, for no matter how circumstanced, we may find joy in the realization of accomplishment if we so purpose. ODn (©rgatt- tzaturn something? Do any of us realize how much we are missing in our high school life because we have no dramatic club, no reading club, no debating society? There are certainly a number of us who frequently complain that school is 6 ‘ the deadest place on earth. ’ ’ Why not wake up and start The girls who lament the lack of spirit in boys’ athletics would have a good opportunity to show them what school spirt is by organizing a dramatic club or a company of walkers. Think how much pleasure Friday afternoon entertainments under the auspices of a dramatic club would be. Everybody enjoys “being in a show” and nobody minds seeing one. There is an unusually good supply of talent in our school, which could be worked up through practice into splen¬ did casts for school plays. Most of the larger high schools are strengthened by numerous student organizations, which are especially enjoyable to those inter¬ ested in the particular lines of activity and which add greatly to the prestige of the school. The “get together” spirit should be fostered and encouraged, especially because it opens the way to more intimate friendship and broader sympathy among the students. Why not get the aid of some of the faculty members and try it? nmtt AriUtflW- e are sincerel y grateful to the students of the school for making this number of the Enterprise a success. We received a large amount of good material and while unable to use it all, we are glad that so many were heartily interested in their publication and were willing to give their time and talent for its benefit. We offer our thanks es¬ pecially to Miss Prutzman and Miss Polland for their aid, and to Mr. Way, who has helped us both with contributions of material and ad¬ vice in the smaller details. We are indebted also to Mr. Gutermute, who has very generously displayed and sold our paper at his stores. - 79 — (SraiUtatPH KUTH C. ANDERSON WALTER LAWRENCE IDA M. JONES ALEXANDER J. PELOQUIN BERNICE HARRIET SMITH OTHINGr of special importance lias occurred during the past year in the Commercial Department. We have the same teachers. The same class of work has been carried on during the fall and spring terms. There is little change in the daily “grind” of work; bookkeeping, stenography, law, arithmetic, penmanship, etc. The work this year, although like the work of past years, has been very inter esting and especially pleasant, both on the part of the teachers and the pupils. It is ever thus, when pupils enter into the work with the intention of making the best of their time and abilitv. The pictures that were purchased for the Commercial Depart¬ ment last fall of the Elson Art Co., also the prize picture “Spring,” won by the Department for having sold the greatest number of tick¬ ets, have been very artistically framed and are now adorning the walls of the two Commercial Rooms. Petaluma is in need of a new High School. The Commercial Department especially needs better equipment and room to enable it to carry on a more up-to-date and profitable class of work. Some few changes have been made in the courses of the Depart¬ ment. The combined Stenographic and Bookkeeping course has been altered slightly, on account of some difficulties the pupils encounter while mastering it. The combined course fills seven straight recita¬ tion periods. It also requires much home study, for to become on ex- THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 pert stenographer one must devote two or three hours daily to that study alone. Some of this year’s class have spent five hours daily on shorthand and typewriting. The teachers recommend that stu ents take either a stenographic or a bookkeeping course. To con¬ centrate on one course insures better results. Most of those taking the stenographic course elect bookkeeping in the second year, thus securing training in regular office work, as amanuensis and at the same time being prepared to take up work as assistant bookkeepers. In connection with the regular courses as now outlined, the pupils may choose one elective from any other course in the school. Many of the bookkeepers, for instance, choose German, which is a very in¬ teresting study and will help them later. Others choose the advanc¬ ed English, Latin or History. This plan has been very successfu . During the past fall three new Remington No. 10, blind keyboard typewriters have been installed in the Typewriting Room. Most of the pupils taking typewriting are using the “Touch System,” which is found to be very satisfactory, especially for the stenographers when writing from tlieir notes. The graduating class is now preparing a new issue of “Type¬ writer Tappings.” Many new designs and poems have been made. A “P. H. S.” pennant was one of the new arrivals and it certainly made a “hit” with the class. The new fire escape is of much interest to the Commercials, be¬ cause when there is a fire drill all those fortunate enough to he in the Commercial Room have the pleasure of sliding down the escape. Tliis experience creates much sensation over the entire school, for “Ev¬ erybody’s doin’ it.” Last year’s graduates left a class picture for the Depaitment. It is a fine plan and we hope that each succeeding class will do the same. It is a custom which it would be well to keep up. The enrollment for the year has been seventy-six, an increase over last year. Each year shows a larger entering class. The graduating class this year will number five. It is a very small class but it contains two boys. The boys are increasing in num¬ ber, as you will see if you look back on last year’s class of eleven girls and one boy. The class this year is made up of stenographers, and good ones at that. We have tried our hardest to gain all the knowledge we could and heed the good advice we have leceived from our teachers. We are now, after two years of training for the bus¬ iness world, going forth to “reap what we have sowed.” We are sincerely sorry to leave, and wish to thank our teachers, Miss Ileau- ehamp and Mr. Way, for their kindness in helping us to overcome the difficulties on the road to success. — 83 — Aasiirtatpft Sfoiig ELECTION OF OFFICERS On May 16th, the Associated Students of the Petaluma High School elected officers for the ensuing year. The election was very spirited and the officers chosen are the very best that could be found in the school. They are as follows: Vice-President 6 AS “ . Secretary .CL’. T ' ' i . k r Hal1 -tLiditoi of the Enterprise ... rp, ■. „ _ Manager of the Enterprise ... U. ' L L . ' . ' ! ' EvereU M. Lino ' erg MANAGERS OF ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES Baseball . Track . Arthur Kercheval Girls’ Basket Ball . L ° m ® 0xender Boys’ Basket Ball ‘ . B1 The student body has proven its worth to the sch ool thisveafin — AU the aCtiVitieS lmVe b6en ™ off smoothly and th , ™ ° organization are to be complimented on the way aVe land ed tlle various questions arising. Our organization is nm y the whole school and through it every student is enabled to have a voice m the management of the school affairs. FUNDS FOR THE ENTERPRISE Unusual success has attended the efforts to raise money for the school paper this term and an ample sum has been raised to meet — 84 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 the expense of publication. This is due to a large extent to the ex¬ cellent business management and to the enthusiastic support o ® students at the time of school play. On this occasion $125 clear of expenses was realized and this, added to the $150 gained by the liberal advertising of the local business men, was sufficient to assure the financial success of the paper. The spirit shown has been most grati¬ fying and it is our hope that it will continue. OUR SEAL For many years it has been felt that some official emblem for our school should be devised, but no action on the matter was taken. The diplomas of the graduating classes went out with only a plain gold seal. This year, however, a seal, both effective and fitting m design has been selected. In the center stands the Old Adobe Fort, known to the whole state. Around it are the words “Petaluma High School, Founded 1872.” The Old Adobe is very appropriate for our seal as Petaluma dates back to the days of the Spanish regime and our high school is among the six oldest public institutions of the kind in the state. - 85 THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 TRACK. The track team began work early in the season with Dykes as captain and Skilling as manager. The first meet entered was the m- terscholastic at Berkeley, which was held on April 3d. The team chosen to represent Petaluma was as follows: Ward, Peters, Skill¬ ing, Dykes, Oxender, Smith, McKinney and Brown. One silvei medal was brought back to show for their work. This was won by Skilling, who took second place in the mile, running a well-judged race and finishing in good shape. One week later Dykes tied for second place in the high jump at the Stanford Interscholastic Meet, making a jump of five feet, nine inches. The next event was the S. N. S. C. A. L. meet at St. Helena, when we were represented by Smith, Dykes, McKinney, Tompkins, Brown and Skilling. Dykes won the high jump and Skilling took second in the mile and the 880, giving us 11 points in all. Only three boys entered the N.W. S. L. A. A. L. meet at ITkiah, Oxender, Tonningsen and McKinney. They captured only 1 1-2 points but it is greatly to their credit that they entered at such odds and up¬ held the best spirit of the school. It is hoped that the material in the school will be worked up into a more thoroughly organized track team next year and although little success was attained this year, let us remember the words of Oxender, the new manager, “While there’s life there’s hope!” BOYS’ BASEBALL Manager . Parker Hall Captain . Blaky Hill Our baseball team has done very little so far, although it is hard at work. One game was played with Santa Rosa, with a result 11—0 in favor of Santa Rosa. However, new material is at work now and a successful team is predicted. GIRLS’ BASKET BALL Manager .. Clara Meeks Captain ..Sidna Hellmann Although the team played only three games, it represented the school very creditably. These games were with Santa Rosa, the only — 88 — the ENTERPRISE, ’13 ether team available for contest, and although we won only one of them, our girls played excellently in each case. BOYS’ BASKET BALL , r . Harold Peck , • . Alvm Drees Captain . The boys did some good practice work in the pavilion at Kenil¬ worth Park early this season, and made a good showing in the games played with other schools. The contests and their results are as follows: Analy Union High School Petaluma . Gold Ridge . Petaluma . 9 14 23 26 Gold Ridge . Petaluma . Santa Rosa . Petaluma . -o 18 16 26 16 iHtj GDlh How like the spikes of a running shoe Is the man who wears the same; Both must be sharp while the race is on, Till the very end of the game. Both must be fast to a pair of feet, And should not run down at the heel; Must make things fly for a little space And be sharp as tacks of steel. While both are new they are kept with care, And both produce a spell, But when they age or get out of date There’s another tale to tell. The world will honor my running shoe While it and I can spin— Dismiss us both, and forget us, too, Just as soon as we fail to win. 90 — In practically every school paper an exchange department is found, but it is an acknowledged fact that the criticisms of papers unknown to the general reader are of absolutely no interest to him. We are, therefore, of the opinion that such a department should be discon¬ tinued in order to make room for something more worth while. We are far from being opposed to the principles of exchange, realizing that there are many benefits to be gained from it. Exchang¬ ing with other schools gives new ideas as to the arrangement of our own paper—cuts, jokes, and the various departments. We compare our paper with others and see wherein ours could be bettered; and also there is the competition with other schools, making us strive to keep our paper up to the standard. This year we have exchanged with about thirty schools and have received many suggestions. We advocate the idea of sending and receiving exchanges, but of making acknowledgements, or any possible criticisms, through the mail. In this way the advantages of exchanging can be gained and that omitted from publication which is of slight interest to the readers. a K k r; .M •v ••• ' l ' ; ; Vi s , ’ v - 91 - N JANUARY thirteenth the high school opened for the spring term, enlarged by thirty-eight entering pupils. With them came two new teachers, Miss Hesse to fill Miss Robertson’s place, and Miss Shaw to take charge of the Domestic Science department. This course is an addition to the Petaluma school curriculum and has been taken up by many girls both of the grammar and high schools. Rooms have been fitted up for the purpose in the basement of the Lincoln Prim¬ ary School and are fully equipped with every modern convenience. On February seventh the high school class entertained the members of the faculty. Everything was prepared by the pupils, and the quality of the menu evidenced their excellent training. They again entertained at an elaborate breakfast on March twelfth. At the close of school last term, the pupils were heart broken at the resignation of Miss Robertson. Shortly afterward she announced her engagement, to Mr. Connick a prominent business man of Eureka. The wedding is to take place in June and, after a wedding tour, they will make their home in Eureka. The best wishes of the students and faculty will always he with her. During the month of February Miss Robertson returned to Pet¬ aluma for a brief visit, when she was the guest of Miss Anna Symons. — 92 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 The Sophomores, whose class teacher she had been before her depart¬ ure, surprised her with a kitchen shower in honor of her approach¬ ing marr iage. Hie jolly affair look place at the Symons, residence, and the trips to and from the home were made in a large hay wagon. MISS SCHLOSS’ RECITALS. On January twenty-fourth and February twenty-eighth, Miss Schloss of San Francisco favored ns with two beautiful piano recitals. She has studied abroad for years, and has given recitals in Dresden, Frankfort, Berlin and other musical centers, while in our own land she has pleyed in New York and Chicago. She brought with her each time a special piano from Santa Rosa. Before playing, she ex¬ plained the themes of the compositions that we might the better un¬ derstand them. The assembly hall was filled to its utmost capacity by visitors, the members of the Patroness’ Club attending in large numbers. The kindness of Miss Schloss was sincerely appreciated by all who were fortunate enough to be present. The following is the second of the beautiful programs, which were rendered with the finish of a true artist: Overture . Bach—Joseffy Capriccio . Brahms Nine Preludes . Chopin Carnival. Schumann FRESHMAN RECEPTION. On January the thirty-first the Sophomores gave their annual reception to the Freshmen in Redmen Hall, which had been secured for the occasion, and which was prettily decorated with evergreen and purple and white crepe paper. Dancing was enjoyed to music by Paulsen’s orchestra, while for those who did not dance games were provided in an adjoining room. During the evening punch was served at daintily decorated tables. Will Ayers and Blake Hill officiated as floor managers, and the entertainment was a pronounced success. LINCOLN DAY. As usual the school observed Lincoln’s birthday with a suitable program. Members of the (I. A. R. were present for the occasion, when the following program was rendered: - 93 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 Flag of the Free . Lincoln’s Life. The Union Jack. 0 Captain, My Captain . Steriopticon Views of Lincoln . .. Addresses by members of 0. A. R. America . . School . . Mr. Pound . School Gladys Corry .. Mr. Smith . School MR. ELMQUIST’S RECITAL. The afternoon of March eighteenth was made most enjoyable by a recital given by Mr. Elmquist, pianist and vocalist, and Mr. Chapin, violinist. The classic program was beautifully rendered, and the gen¬ erosity of the performers was greatly appreciated. Violin (a) Serenade . F. Schubert (b) Gavotte .. Carl Bohm Bass Solo, Sir Patrick Spence . Edwards Violin, Der Sohn der Haide. Keler-Beln Piano (a) March Funerbre . Chopin (b) Aragonarse . J Massenet THE TOASTMASTER, “The Toastmaster” was presented on Friday evening, May 16th under the auspices of the high school, and was a big success. The play, a rollicking college comedy, was one of the funniest ever staged by the students, and the members of the cast played their parts to perfection. Great credit is due to Miss Polland, the coach, for the success of the performance, and to the members of the cast for their faithfulness. The house was crowded with an enthusiastic audience and the financial results of the production were most gratifying. The cast of the play was as folows: Bill Morgan, who loves and owes. Randolph Christie “Towel” Fairfax, The Toastmaster .Harold Madison Bob Kenmark, a friend of Bill’s. Harold Peck Henry Reed, son of Prof Reed’s. Dick Brown Tom Ripley, a friend of Henry’s.Paul Sales George Macintosh, who love and hopes .Ray Murphy Prof. Reed, who has something to say . Everett Linoberg Mrs. Reed, who has nothing to say . Sidna Helman Cynthia, their daughter .Charlotte Chamberlin Buzzer, their small son, who has too much to say . .. Thurlow Haskell — 94 — T PI E ENTERPRISE, ’13 PROGRAMS. As usual several excellent programs have been rendered on Fri¬ day afternoons by the students. Special committees are appointed to carry these out, and although there have been fewer than usual this term, those given have been excellent. For a few days during the month of February Miss Perkins was the guest of Miss Sweed, duing which time they called at school and visited the various class rooms. The pupils were overjoyed at seeing their dear friends and former teachers agaim Early in the spring Miss Sweed presented the school with a vol¬ ume of notable historical documents, which she brought with her upon her return from Europe. The book is a valuable addition to the school library, and the students are grateful to Miss Sweed for her thoughtfulness. During the term the school was enlivened by a visit from the Jub- bilee Singers, a company of profesional vocalists, who called at the high school and gave a short, but most enjoyable, program of songs. The students were delighted with the music, and would gladly have heard more. Mr. and Mrs. Young delightfully entertained the members of Mr. Young’s Senior and Junior classes at a candy pull, one afternoon in March. The affair was held in Mr. Young’s class room, and was ex¬ ceedingly informal and jolly. A L UMN1 In the year 1886-7, when the Petaluma High School building was first in use, the enrollment was from 51 to 65 pupils. In the year 1912-13, the same building is in use with an enroll¬ ment of 245 pupils. CLASS OF ’08. Julia Church is teaching school in Sausalito. Irene Mackay is attending the University of California. Harold Baugh took the degree Bachelor of Science at the Univers- ity of California in May of this year. Bryan Bice is residing in Petaluma. Ruth Trondsen is a stenographer for the McPhail Co., Petaluma. Mrs. Veda Bowels Hart, Petaluma. Florence Wash, Petaluma. Sophia Schuler is a teacher in the Petaluma school department. Roy Evans is working with Brainerd Jones, architect. Russell Boothe is associate editor of a Martinez newspaper Lily Wilstrup, married, residence not known. Myra Green is a teacher in the Petaluma School Department. CLASS OF ’09. Ralph Comstock is taking the Social Science course at the Uni¬ versity of California. Charles Green is attending Stanford University. Anna Burleigh is residing at Campbell. Joseph Glickbarg, San Francisco. Seth Mackay is taking the Social Science course at the University of California. — 96 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 Anna May Canevascini is teaching in Laguna Joint District near Petaluma. Gladys Gould is attending the University of California. Genevieve Farrell is teaching at the Marin District school near Petaluma. Charles Denman is attending the University of California. Vita Jones is studying in a missionary training school at Kansas City. Oliver Banta is with the Pacific Gas Electric Co. at Oakland. Isabel Gilbert is teaching the Payran District school near Peta¬ luma, Cal. Kitty Connolly is practicing her profession as nurse in Petaluma. Rowena Benson graduated from the University of California in May of this year. Jessie Scott is teaching at Novato. CLASS OF ’10. Lorene Myers is taking the Social Science course at the Univer¬ sity of California. Will Cannon is residing in San Francisco. Rose Cole is teaching near Santa Rosa, Tarwater District. Warren Early is with the Western Refrigerating Co., Petaluma. Marion Partridge is teaching kindergarten at Riverside. Mrs. Addie Davies Atkinson, Sunnyvale. Arthur Purvine is taking the Agriculture course at the Univer¬ sity of California. Will Barth is with the G. P. McNear Co., Petaluma. Otto Klein, Oakland, Cal. Percy Peck, is studying dentistry at the Affiliated Colleges, San Francisco. Mrs. Florence Pometta Anderson, Petaluma. Virgil Skinner is attending Hastings Law School, San Francisco. Alice Dovey is a stenographer in San Francisco. Leroy Brandt graduated from the Music Department of the University of the Pacific in May, 1913. Rena Van Marter i s teaching at Liberty, near Petaluma. Ruth King is teaching near Petaluma, Chileno Valley District. Mrs. Mary Menary Gamboni, Petaluma. Emma Saline is teaching at the Cinnabar school near Petaluma. Edna Boysen is residing at Two Rock. Helen Soldate is in San Francico. Shirley Bock is teaching at Millerton. — 97 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 CLASS OF ’ll. Clifford Allen is taking the Electrical Engineering course at the University of California. Irene Haran is training to be a nurse at St. Mary’s Hospital, San Francisco. Lillian Keller is studying music in San Francisco. Percy Mills is taking the Law course at the University of Cali¬ fornia. Enid Dorroli is living at home, near Petaluma. Mary Connolly is attending San Jose Normal. Mildred Herbert is residing in San Francisco. Ethel Cannon is residing in San Francisco. Will Loftus is with the W.D. Thomas Electrical Co., Petaluma. CLASS OF ’12. Many of the girls of the class of 1912 are attending the different normal schools of the state. Those attending San Francisco Normal are: Genevieve Gallagher, Kathleen Hall, Lois Comstock, Jane Ryan, Lydia Allen, Helen Stratton, Martha Saline, Clara Dalilman and Geraldine Hall. Three are attending San Jose Normal. They are: Flora Church, Lynwood Hall and Mable Casarotti. Clarice Kennedy is studying Domestic Science at Chico Normal. Mary M. Bower is attending San Diego Normal. Robert Adams is with the Great Western Power Co., Petaluma. Geraldine Boothe is attending the University of California. Carlton Dorroh is with the Petaluma and Santa Rosa Railroad Company. Millicent Horwege is attending St. Vincent’s Academy. Herman Raymaker is residing at home. Loretta Gallagher is taking a course at the Gallagher - Marsh Business College, San Francisco. Lois Pur vine is taking the Social Science course at the Univer¬ sity of California. Leslie Thomas is attending dental college in San Francisco. Tillie Oeltjen is with Hickey Vonsen, Petaluma. Leola Pinger is taking a post graduate course at the Petaluma High School. Ruth M. Anderson is living at home, near Petaluma. Will Symons is with the Petaluma and Santa Rosa Railroad. Marie Benjamin is attending the University of California. John Menary is residing in Petaluma. Hall Weston is studying dentistry in San Francisco. — 98 — MAl ME LAUGH! you THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 Alec, Josh Editor: “Pm not getting all I deserve for these jokes.’ ’ Linoberg: “You’re lucky.” -o- Their meeting—oh, ’twas sudden! Their meeting—t’was so sad! She gave away her fair young life, The only life she had. She’s lying ’neath the willows, Yes, she’s resting gently now, Well, there’s always something doing When a freight train hits a cow. —Ex. -o- Miss Me L.: “Ray, stop mak¬ ing such a noise back there.” Skilling. “Aw I wasn’t doin’ nuthin’. I had my mind on my book and somebody swiped it.” Sidna H.: “Gee, I’ve found out what is worse than having a worm dropped down my back.” Nell F.: “What!” S. H.: “Making a hit with Frenchy! ” Babe Peck: “There are lots of girls who don’t intend to get married.” Jeff: “How do you know!” Babe: “Well, I’ve proposed to several.” AT REHEARSAL Randolph (disgustedly): “Gee, do I have to kiss Cheese!” Miss Polland: “No, just make believe. ’ ’ Charlotte: “Does he kiss me!” Randolph: “You bet I do.” CRUEL Miss Schluckebier in German: “I suppose I should have taught you the German alphabet. Turn to page 16 for a moment and I’ll run it through you.” We like musicals , or anything else , on Friday afternoons—if we can have short periods . Uno-it’s-so! . It doesn’t make much difference irho ’phones if the teachers will on¬ ly let you answer Uno-it’s-so! “The physician,” says Brown, “is the man who tells you that you need change, and then takes all you have. ’ ’ — 100 — THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 STUDIES OF THE VERNACULAR “Sayjen, wossatclioogot!” ‘ ‘ W atchamean ? ’ ’ ‘ ‘ Y oureatinsumpun! ’ ’ ‘ ‘ Snuthinbutta wadagumkit. ’ ’ “Well, canchagimmydrunkf’’ “Solligot. ” ‘ ‘ Y ougotchoornerve. ’ ’ ‘ ‘ Qyitcherfibbin! ’ ’ “Awcutitout, girls.!’’ warned tbe floorwalker, wbo bad happened along and overheard the conversation.—Ex. AT THT FliF HMAH l?Ece?r ow. {wAiT IHG THEiR Tl Rh fry Ttft A NATURAL LAW A P PLIED TO LOVE The lower tbe gas, tbe higher tbe pressure.—Ex. Nellie F: “I think Funny is a delightful dancer; he is so light on his feet.” Frances B: “When you get to know him better you’ll find that he’s well balanced. —101— THE ENTER P RI S E, T3 RATS If you were working hard at the study hall desk and one of the kids squealed suddenly, “0, Miss Poll- and, there’s a mouse under your chair!’ 9 and you elevated your two feet four feet in the air and jumped off from the platform and tore out of the room yelling, “Murder—Mr. Smith! Fire! Pol¬ ice!” do you think there’d be any¬ thing to laugh about?” Miss Hesse (in Geometry) “Will, your recitation was awfully mixed up. You put the cart before the horse . 9 9 Will Ayers: “I was thinking of a push cart.” Mr. Smith (in history): “Now someone with a little more sense than a crab answer.” Query. Why did Sidna Hellmann answer? “See here, young man! Have you an excuse for being late?” Paul Sales: “Yes, teacher. I got a peach of a one, but I’m so ex¬ cited that I can’t think of it just this minute.” Just because a fellow has a girl who has a ’phone is no reason for his holding the school ’phone half an hour to talk with her. Uno-it’s-so! Mr. Smith (in U. S. History) : “When was Lincoln born?” Clara Meeks: “I—I don’t know. I was absent that day I guess.” Traveling inspector (cross-ques¬ tioning the terrified class): “And now, boys, who wrote Hamlet?” Timid Boy: “P—p—please, sir, it was’t me.” Traveling inspector (the same evening to his host, the squire of the village): “Most amusing thing happened today. I was question¬ ing the class, and asked a boy who wrote Hamlet, and he answered tearfully: “P—p—please, sir, it wasn’t me.” Squire (after loud and prolonged laughter): “Ha! Ha! That’s good! and I’ll wager the little beg¬ gar had done it all the time!” Ex. The Base Ball team should chall¬ enge the Kindergarten. We must beat somebody and we can’t do any¬ thing with the Grammar school Uno-it’s-so! What’s the difference between a sigh, an auto, and a donkey? A sigh is 0 dear, an auto is 2 dear, and a donkey is U dear. Miss Prutzman, in English,: “Jack, what characteristics were introduced into poetry during this period we are speaking of?” Jack, thinking hard: “Let’s see. One was rhyming couplets and the other—blankety blank!— ’ ’ Miss Prutzman: “Yes, that’s correct, rhyming couplets and blank verse.” Everybody’s welcome at a Fresh¬ man Reception—except Freshman! Uno-it’s-so! 102 — THE ENTERPRISE. ’13 A LEGAL MATTER A woman walked into the office of a court room one busy day and addressing the Judge, said: “Are you the Reprobate Judge?” “I am the Probate Judge, ma¬ dam.” “That’s what I mean,” she con¬ tinued. “You see, I have come to you be¬ cause I’m in trouble. My husband was studying to be a minister at a logical cemetery, and he died de¬ tested and left me three little in¬ fidels, and I have come to you to be appointed their executioner.” —Ex. Carlos Schweers (while drawing a study with onions in it): “Miss Schluckebeir, I don’t see anything artistic in these old onions.” Erwin Tompkins: “Why man, they’re the strongest part of the picture!” It is rumored that on the recent trip up Mt. Tamalpais, a local faculty member was met by a bee and stung half way up the moun¬ tain. Anybody could be an athlete if he yot his expenses paid. Uno-it’s-so! Customer: “Are you the waiter who took the order for that chop?” Waiter: “Yes, sir.” Customer: “Bless me, how you have grown.-—Ex. “All great men are dead, and I’m getting sick,” says Hebe Dykes. REALLY Dick Brown, (making a speech at rally): “You all want to come over to the field meet. If any of you have never seen one before, this will be your first time.” The other day Miss McLaurin was considerably put out, owing to the fact that her entire Freshie history class stayed out of school to go to a milk test. Miss D. (in physical geog.) “Ray where’s your Darling’s Manuel?” Ray Winans. “I don’t know. I should think Goldie could take care of her own books.” Alec; “For goodness sake, tell me how I can hatch a joke.” Fat Boyer: “Set your mind on ’em. ’ ’ Miss Schluckebier (in German): “Herr Murphy, ubersetzen Sie; Uns ragen in dem Lande zwei feste Schlosser!” Herr Murphy: ‘We ragged in two story castles in the land!” There is a young student named Sid, Who is the librarian kid. She goes after books With fierce frowns and looks, And lands with great force on our lids. SidnaH.: “Gee, it’s cold! Let’s go out on the porch. It’s warm where the sun is.” Alice C.: “Gosh! Whose son?” —103— T H E E N T E R PHIS E, ’13 AT THE SANTA ROSA GAME Umpire: “Foul!” Petaluma Chicken: “Where are the feathers ' ?” Umpire: “You goose, this is a picked team!” A green little boy in a green little way, A green little apple devoured one day; And the green little grasses now tenderly wave, O’er the green little apple boy’s green little grave.—Ex. Miss Prutzman: “Lena, will you tell something of Mozart’s later life!” Lena Brown: “Well, he married a singer and died rather young and —and after that he spent a very un¬ happy time.” “Dip” is all right. He keeps quiet when he hasn’t anything to say and so everybody likes him,. He doesn’t make any noise when he sleeps during class.. You should be like Dip. Uno-it’s-so! “Orr: “ A man was killed the other day by lighting a pipe.” Linoberg: ‘ ‘ Golly! What kind of a pipe was it!” Orr: “A gas pipe.” Hale Luff “Why do you sup¬ pose Fat Boyer has such a vacant expression!” “Peck: “0, I suppose he thinks of himself a good deal.” THE FRESHMAN The Freshman is a jolly beast, The candy takes his “tin,” He’s green, as everybody knows, But has a cheerful grin. No one can raise the slightest doubt about his lack of skill; The passing years may help him out— We surely hope they will. He’s small of stature, and his brain Is full of baby tricks; He bendeth pins for Sophomores, And loads the stove with bricks. He maketh noise e’en as he walks, He seems to weigh a ton; He yells like some Comanche Chief, But getteth nothing done. God bless the verdant Freshie lad, He’s lots of things to learn Before he gets so old and dry That he would do to burn. If he could only see himself As other folks can see, He’d take a seat far in the rear And, oh!—how good he’d be! Oxender: “See here Grover- man, you’d better not stand in the middle of the railroad track with your mouth open! Groverman: “Why not?” Oxender: ‘ ‘ Because if the engine happened to come along the en¬ gineer might think it was a tunnel, and run right in.” Mr. Smith, as the hostile cats next door yowled melodiously, “Dear me, I didn’t know the sing¬ ing class held session this period.” —104— THE ENTERPRISE ’13 SCARED OFF An Imp sneaked up from the bottomless pit To see what he could find. He flitted here and he flitted there, For the imp had plenty of time to spare And wished to improve his mind. He struck the Turks in their hasty flight To the shelled Tchataljia lines, And pausing only to leave regrets, Came down where the English suffragettes Were planting their bombs and mines. To Mexico next he took his flight, But turned in a trice to flee; And he said, as he dodged through the shooting throngs: “I’m going back where an imp belongs— This world’s too hot for me!” New York Evening Sun. Mrs. Preshaw to her small son: “Tommy, what are you doing? Tommy: “Peeking through the keyhole at Ruth and Ralph.” Mother: “What did you find out?” Tommy: “The lights.” Mr. Smith (in Civil Gov’t.) : “What are the powers of the mayor of a city?” Gladys K. (thinking hard); “He is over all the officials under him.” Martina: “Have you ever had your ears pierced?” Marjorie G.: “No, but I’ve often had them bored.” Randolph: “Do you know what I like best about you.” Marjorie C.: “No, what?” Randolph: “My arm.” Imogene Jones: “I suppose you will commit suicide if I refuse you ?’ ’ Bernhard: “Oh, that has been my custom. ’ ’ It is reported that a great dis¬ turbance was created in Miss Hesse’s geometry class the other day when someone dropped a per¬ pendicular. What Harold Madison wants for a graduation present is a “Silva” spoon. The poorest students can play the best rag time . Uno-it’s-so! Squeak: “Would you marry a man intellectually your inferior?” Sidna : “I suppose I’ll have to.” —105— THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 ON APRIL FIRST Marjorie B.: “Miss Beauchamp’s going to get married.” Ruth S.: Oh, Joy!” Majorie B.: “April Fool!” Ray Murphy’s diamond was the wonder of the high school. “Is it a real one,, Ray!” he was asked. Ray: “Well, if it ain’t, I’ve been skun out of half a dollar.” Miss Hesse (in English): “Will Sclioeningh, tell me who were the ancestors of Washington Irving.” Will: “Well, Adam and Eve— that is as far back as I can re¬ member. ’ ’ If the high school girls went fish¬ ing, would Drusilla Casterline for Jared Scudder! Miss Pol land, (leading Monday morning singing): “If you would only open your mouth wider and put your heart in it you would sing much better.” Shrill whisper: “Let go of my hand.” Randolph: ‘ ‘ Don’t give me away like that, Marion.” Nell F.: “Don’t you hate to find a worm when eating fruit?” Imogene J.: “Not nearly so much as finding half a worm.” Eavesdropping again, ’ ’ said Adam, as Eve fell out of the fig tree.—Ex. Women were made before look¬ ing-glasses and have remained there ever since. —106 1 T 4 I $ $ ♦f desire to give entire satisfac¬ tion is the aim. CUp on these principles your patronage is solicited. A full line of Amateur Supplies carried in stock. ► ♦SwJ $• ‘v $• � •%♦£ .■ £ £ $ £ V Barry’s 165 MAIN STREET Men’s and Young Men’s Exclusive Outfitter Wm. F. Farrell Manufacturer of and Dealer in Wagons and Carriage es 301-307 Main St., Petaluma, Cal. The Center of Presents Our store is the ideal place for wed¬ ding or birthday presents The better the judge of jewelry you are the more you will appreciate the quality, beauty and low prices of our varied stock of rings, mesh bags, silver ware, watches, chains, etc. A. H. Ross JEWELER AND OPTICIAN 143 Main Street. Helen Stratton was drilling one of lier pupils at the board. He was not very attentive and this is what she said to him. ‘ i Oh! Come now. Cut out that funny business. Don’t let a little thing like that stump you.” Dependable Bicycles and Repairing.... G. M. Baker Petaluma, California. Furniture Stored. Transfer to and from San Franeisco— A. J. McPHAlL Draying and Express Baggage a Specialty Petaluma, Ca lifornia San Francisco Office, 125 Davis St., Cor. of Sacramento, Phone, Douglas 4066. Petaluma Office, 210 Main St. Phone, Main 30, Res. Phone, Red 155 J. San Francisco Petaluma Hardware Co. M. LERER CO., Props. % Speculators in Everything 0 Odds and Ends f New and Second Hand Hardware POULTRY FOODS Have been the Standard for many years. They always lead. We also carry a complete line of feed and poultrymen’s re¬ quisites. :::::: : : : • Coulson Poultry Stock Food Co. 250, 252, 254 and 256 Main Street. Jerry Hall (teaching geog.) : “Now, class, we are going for a little trip around the world. Here, we will start from Petaluma. ’ Bewildered Pupil: “Mi—ss, w-where is Petalumaf” Even a dead duck can claim that it died game.—Ex. Jtre You Going to Buiid? Before you let the contract for painting your new home, we invite you to look into the Sherwin William’s Decorative ser¬ vice—furnished free. They will suggest proper color schemes, perfect in harmony, for both inside and out. It will pay you to investigate this offer. This service is also extend¬ ed to anyone who desires to repaint their home. Scbluckebier Ijdw. ( ...Jlgents... l «£ £ | «$ $ $ «$ $ «§ $ «$ «§ § $ 4$ $ $ «$ $� $ $� « fi $ 4 f 4 $ 4 M I SALB-The Fotografer For Photographs that are Different. Over the Gem Theater Trunks, Traveling Bags, and Suit ...Gases... «S� We urge you to investigate the values we offer in all kinds of goods for the trav¬ eling public. : : : «§ = RAYMOND BROS. The Wardrobe A. L. PHILLIPS, Prop. THE HOME OF HART, SCHAFFNER AND MARX And Other Goods Things. Main St., Petaluma, Calif. Kathleen Hall, being on basement duty one morning, found it necessary to reprimand one of the largest and old¬ est boys in the school. After talking to him for a few minutes she was attracted by strange sounds coming from all sides. A crowd of children, who had suddenly come in¬ to the basement were standing and shouting, “Look! Mack¬ ey has another new girl!” Peterson 9 s (Bash Millinery That is different. Grocery Waists That have class v 1 Fine Fruits Prices That are attractive, FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL A Specialty GIRL Bon Ton Phone 323 Cor. Main and B Millinery Waists 124 Main St., Next to Chamber of Commerce Parker Gordon Hogs, Calves and Hides, Hay, Grain Feed, Lime and Cement The Ark 35 Main Street Office: 368 Main Street. PEERLESS PATTERNS 4 PETALUMA INCUBATORS and Brooders I , hm _„ ..sail mnr = pvtptisivclv through- S8- 50 63 EGGS WE PAY FREIGHT are used more extensively through- out the world than any others, hatching Hen, Duck Turkey, Goose, I Ostrich, Alligator, and all other kinds CALIFORNIA REDWOOD, the best fori Incubators, is used. We are close to the great Redwood Forests and. get the best. I You want the most reliable incubators and brooders. Then learn about the Petaluma I before buying. . „ I Persons ordering Day old Chicks from1 the hatcheries are specifying these chicks f must be hatched in Petaluma Incubators. That tells its own story. I EGG CITY INCUBATORS are the best and cheapest hot water incubators in the . —— world. Model 63 eggs for $8.50 and We | I Pay Freight, is the greatest bargain ever offered in a small hot I wafer incubator. Order right now or at least send for a cir 1 rnlar because you ought to know all about it. r Finest Catalogue ever printed, FREE. Booklet, ‘‘How it all I came “bout,”bailed free. It will interest you. Tells who is Ithe oldest maker of Incubators. a xtxt PETALUMA INCUBATOR COMPANY | Box Indianapolis, Ind. Box Petaluma, Cali Petaluma Dry Chick Food n DRY• %K mav v fac ti ' RSP - BY Petaluma CL’BATOR c0, PCTALUMA.CAL. ihouwapous.ihd. Immm i is a carefully prepared and properly adjusted feed for young eliieks. It ensures their rapid and substantial growth. It is composed of the best seeds and cereals that grow, and does not contain a grain of improperly grown material, but it is of superior quality and it shows in the growth of the young chicks. Try it if your present methods have not been satisfactory. PET-INC-CO - A California Product PET-INC-CO, the Great Egg Producer, will put your hens g £ in condition to assimilate their food quickly and extract g therefrom the elements for Egg Making, also, for the rap- O id growth of young chicks. It is not a stimulant to force egg production at the g expense of the physical condition of the fowls and soon leave them in worse condition than formerly, (an ex- perience that some poultrymen are familiar with), but g it is a TONIC, keeping the fowls in a healthy state and 0; able to perform their functions to the best advantage J possible. O 1 1-2 lb. pkg., 25c. 3 lb. pkg., 50c; 6 lb. pkg., $1.00; 25 lb. pail, $3.00; 100 lb. drum, $10.00. £ PET-INC-CO Louse Powder will keep your hens free from lice.and therefore increase egg produc¬ tion. A lousy hen will never produce results. Your chicks cannot thrive when infested with lice. PET-INC-CO Louse Powder is put up in round cans with perforated tops, and can he conveniently dusted on settinfg hens, nests, roosts and about the poultry house. 1 LB. CAN, 25 Cents, 3 LB. CAN, oO Cents. OUR POULTRY SUPPLY CATALOG will tell you more about these things and we will be glad to mail a cony to you. PETALUMA INCUBATOR CO. BSHraS f Main Office and Factory A l f . Eastern Office and Salesroom, | t PETALUMA, CAL. IVlailUiaCllirerS INDIANAPOLIS, IND. £ ®- -iv -� ■ •� ♦?- + ’l ® 4 ' ♦£♦ £♦ J� •$• $♦■ $•♦$ ! Wm. Casanova H H |jj «$ | | «| | «j «| Broken Lenzes Duplicated. 177 Main St. Watchmaker and Optician Fine Watch Repairing Cor. of Washington i I t ♦$ i t t ❖ i t X f I New Spring and Summer Fabrics POPLIN — Beautiful Mercerized cloth. All shades. Guaranteed fast colors. RATINES —In all the new shades and weights. NEW JAPANESE CREPES —Plain colors, stripes and Kimona patterns BEAUTIFUL NEW LINENS —All grades. NEWBURGH CO. -INCORPORATED- Pioneer Dry Goods Store. 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Camm Hedges Company =§ = =§ = LUMBER MILL WORK TANKS PETALUMA CALIF. The Economy Store £ 142 KENTUCKY ST. Dry Goods, Furnishings, Ladies Suits and Coats PACIFIC SERVICE is PERFECT Service Remember that we make no charge for connecting your house for either Gas or Electricity. In other words, we run to your house the Gas or the Electric Service without cost to you. USE BOTH SAVES TIME AND LABOR. : : : : : : : : PACIFIC GAS ELECTRIC CO. TEL. 136 Main St. Rex Mercantile Company Ji ERNEST HOBBIE, PROP. I Hardware and Plumbing STOVK5 ' PA,NT8 ' OIts ’ m £ NO. 5 MAIN ST., PETALUMA. Phone Main 32. f We would like to have the pleasure X-- 4 of FITTING YOUR NEXT SHOES .% f I KEIG’S 115 Main St. John Haleses, THE LOUVRE The Finest and Cleanest Place in Petaluma 117 Kentucky St. SEE- M. L. MEEKS FOR YOUR FURNITURE, CARPETS, LINO L E U M, STOVES and RANGES. Largest Line of Carpets in town 129 Keller Street ANNOUNCEMENT Santa Rosa Normal School will re-open Monday, August 4, 1913, for a term of five months. All subjects for grammar certificates will be re¬ viewed during the term. High School graduates are usually successful after an attendance of five months. A. C. McMEANS, Principal. TWO BANKS UNDER ONE MANAGEMENT COMBINED CAPITAL - $500,000.00 COMBINED SURPLUS - 212,000.00 COMBINED ASSETS over 2,665,000 PETALUMA MUSIC HOUSE a. mcdowell ...Agent for... Lyon Healy Dianne w -Neison ridllUo Washburn The Sonoma The Petalu¬ Go. National ma Savings Musical Goods and Trimmings Everything in Musical Lines Bank Bank 161 Kentucky St., With E. I. Camm Transacts A Strictly The Jeweler. Tuning and Pianos Commercial Savings for Rent. Business Bank KAHN’S GROCERY GROCERIES AND FEED Lower Main Street.... v Before Going on Your Vacation YOU SHOULD HAVE ONE OF OUR STRIKING NEW SUM- MER DRESSES FOR TRAVELING WEAR. f ❖ $1.98 to $15.00. ULAR WOMAN. W. A. 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This is the School that helps make Manly Business % Business Course Stenographic Course Bookkeeping Wholesaling Commission Banking Commercial Law Business English Business Letters Spelling Penmanship Business Practice Gregg Shorthand Touch Typing Correspondence Billing Multigraphing Duplicating Folding and Filing Business and Legal Forms Office Practice The fall term of the Santa Rosa Business College begins the first Monday in September, and it opens a great opportunity to every young man and every young woman. It offers YOU a great opportunity to become independent, to gain an absolutely accurate knowledge of sten¬ ography, typewriting, and bookkeeping. No othe r business college in this part of the State oeffrs the facilities and advantages that the San¬ ta Rosa Business College offers. When you are qualified we do all in our power to place you in a good position. The hundreds now holding positions of trust and responsibility are proof of what we do for our graduates. Securing places for our qualified students is part of our business. Business men know the quality of our work and call upon us when they need help. This gives us great advantage over many other schools. Students enter at any time. SEND FOB CIRCULAR SANTA ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE A. M., President Santa Rosa, California. JL y f Students, buy your goods at home v and get your work done by a first- elass workman. E. I. Camm 161 Kentucky Street. Rudolph’s Wood Coal A St.. Near City Hall ...Yard... Petaluma, California PHONE: 08 R. Vincent Furniture Co. furniture, Carpets, Portierres, Lace Curtains, Matting, Shades, Stoves. Main St. next to Nickelodeon You Read it FIRST The Argus i | i i t H 1 II I I I HM ' H IH H I tItt M H ' 11 i i M 1 • • You’ll Be Proud of | The Bread BAKED FROM A SACK OF “GOLDEN EAGLE FLOUR” and ” YOU WILL HAVE A RIGHT TO BE. GOLDEN EAGLE FLOUR MAKES THE LIGHTEST, CRUSTIEST, MOST DELIC- “ IOUS BREAD YOU EVER TASTED. !! WHEN PLACING AN ORDER WITH YOUR “GROCER”, DON’T SAY “FLOUR,” SAY Golden Eagle Flour A HOME PRODUCT—AS GOOD AS THE BEST. Golden Eagle Milling PETALUMA | C °. | CALIFORNIA X Jfctaluma rlrmtl, ffctalunta, (Ealtfnrnia Semnber. 1313 Ulo (§nv iFantliy in apprrriatuut of their interest in anil support of all our stnheut artiuities, me, the students of Petaluma ffiiyb Srbool hehirate tips book unlit liearttpflt ©Itrtfitmafi W sh? if antitit WALTER 0. SMITH, Principal. Ph. B., University of California, 1895. Graduate Student, 1896-97. Civics, Mathematics. MISS NINA L. BEAUCHAMP, B. L., University of California, 1904. Commercial Branches. THOLOW BINKLEY, A. B., Standford University, 1910, Graduate Student, 1912-1913. Physics, Manual Training. MISS EMMA F. DANIEL B. S., University of California, 1898. Studied in University of California College of Medi¬ cine, 1898-99. Science. MISS EMMA V. HESSE, B. S., University of California, 1910. Mathematics, English. MISS ALICE M. POLLAND, A. B., University of California, 1907. Latin. MISS HELEN C. PRUTZMAN, xY B., University of California, 1902. Graduate Student, 1905. Cogswell Polytechnic College, 1907-8. English, Vocal Music. MISS ELSA SCHLUCKEBIER, B. L., University of California, 1907. M. L. 1908. German, Drawing. MISS ELIZABETH SHAW, Pratt Institute, Brooklyn. Domestic Science. A. B. WAY, Ph. B., Ottawa University, 1897, A. M., 1905. Heald’s Business College, 1900. A. B., Stanford University, 1904. Commercial Branches. MISS MADGE WOODMAN, B. L., University of California, 1910. Graduate Student, 1910-1911. . History. i | (Emtintts I DEDICATION. 2 FACULTY -. 3 LITERARY CHRISTMAS IN SWEDEN. 3 THE OLD BOY OF BLUE POINT.12 THE SHOWER.15 THE CANYON.17 CHRISTMAS SONG (Poem).19 BY THE FIRESIDE.20 THE TURBINE.22 ROBIN HOOD (Poem).24 THE HAUNTED HOUSE.25 EDITORIAL.32 ORGANIZATIONS.34 SCHOOL NOTES. ' - - - - 36 THE OSTRICH.37 “MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING” or “UNDER THE TIGER ' S CLAWS.41 ATHLETICS.44 JOKES.49 ADVERTISEMENTS - - 54 “Of all those arts in which the wise excelL Nature’s chief masterpiece is writing well. (Christman in mrinm NOTE flew across the study hall. Ellen picked it up and read: ‘ ‘ Come to my room at seven this eve. Bring Hilda. Jean.” At seven o’clock twelve girls had gathered in Jean’s room. It was like most college girls’ rooms,—pennants and school colors on the walls, a table piled high with books and papers, chairs, trunk, couch, a stray tennis racket, balls and shoes strewn about. “Girls, have a seat,” said Jean. The girls scrambled about finding seats on the table, couch, chairs, but mostly on the floor. They chattered and laughed gayly, eating candy, of which Jean had always a goodly store, until she called the meeting to order. “Well, girls, 1 have called you here to find out wheth¬ er you had your plans for Christmas. I am going to stay here and thought if you had no other plans you would stay too and we could celebrate here. You know the vacation is to be very short this year.” The plans were discussed and ten of the girls de¬ cided to stay, but two had to go home. “While we are together let’s plan our celebration. I wonder how we would manage to have the best time?” “I know,” said Hazel, “ a story party would be just the thing. Each one of us could tell how we had spent some Christmas in the past. It will make us feel as if we were home too.’’ Hazel’s suggestion was adopted after a slight dis¬ cussion and all plans were completed. The ten girls di¬ vided themselves into committees of two, to carry out the preparations. Two had the decorations, two the preparing of the dinner, two were to invite Miss Neil- son, the English teacher, who for some reason had to remain at school for the holidays, as their guest of honor. The other committees had their work to do also. At last the girls departed to their own rooms to dream of their first Christmas away from home. Christmas had come. The last touch had been given to the decoration and the girls were viewing it with satisfaction. The table was spread ready for the guests. All had arrived and there was a general hand shaking and “thank you.” Gifts were compared and admired. The story telling began and each girl in turn told of the best Christmas she had spent, Miss Nielson’s story last but not least, was the following: “Christmas in Sweden. ’ ’. The most enjoyable Christmas I ever spent was in Sweden some twenty-five years ago. I was still a young — 9 — girl when my mother and father took me to visit their former home in Blekinge, Sweden. Christmas there is very unlike Christmas in Ameri¬ ca. Preparations are made all through the year. The choicest fruit is stored away in straw, to prevent freez¬ ing, meat is pickled, fish is dried or salted, nuts are gathered, bread baked, so that all will be in readiness when Christmas comes. The Christmas holidays last from December twenty-fourth to January thirteenth. During his time everyone is free to enjoy himself. Rich and poor, employees and employees, old and young mingle as equals. Two or three days before Christmas all the mem¬ bers of the family with whom we were visiting scrubbed and scoured everything that was scourable. The furni¬ ture was scrubbed until it was white, the pots and pans shone from the rubbing they had received, the floor was scrubbed and strewn with fine white sand. The twenty-fourth was a very busy day. All the meat, fish and desserts were cooked. The mid-day meal on that day was called “Dip,” because a large iron pot of hot grease, which had been extracted from the meat, was set in the center of the room and everyone dipped his bread in that and ate to his heart’s content. Nothing else was served. In the evening the merrymaking began. Games of all kinds were played, guessing games, authors, odd and even with nuts and “Jacob where are you?” For this game the room was cleared of all furniture and two or three people, who were to participate, were blind folded and given mock daggers. All others stood out of the way and looked on. The blindfolded ones got down on hands and knees and crawled around. One would call out, “Jacob where are you?” “Here” would he the distant reply and the person who had asked the ques¬ tion would strike with his dagger. If he was succesnful in striking the person who had answered, he would change positions with him. Stories were told, but the main feature was the dance around the tree, everybody singing, “Christmas is here again.” The tree, by the way, was a large fir trimmed in tinsel and mock snow, the branches laden with candies and paper baskets filled with candy, nuts, apples, oranges and cakes. After a couple of hours of fun supper was announced. A long table had been spread. The centerpiece was a pig’s head roasted a delicate brown, wearing a bridle of tinsel and a large red apple in its mouth. Along the table were platters of Lut fisk, dried cod fish, which had soaked in lye for two weeks before it had been cooked. There were many varieties of sausage, head cheese, boiled and roasted ham and breast of beef. Large bowls of rice pudding had their place. This pudding served with cream was the dessert. Beside each person’s plate was a pyramid consisting of sweet breads, cakes, raisins, nuts and candy. The table remained set in this manner for three days and was then reset. The birds were not forgotten during the holidays. Sheaves of grain were fastened to the house tops for them, to help through the winter’s famine. Christmas eve no one went to bed. At bed time the Yule Log was put on the fire and on the floor before it was spread a large bale of hay. Christmas day was very solemn and holy. At four in the morning everyone was up and preparing for church. All who could afford to dressed in black. Those 10— who did not have horses or sleighs had to walk to church. The walk through the snow was one Swedish mile, which corresponds to about six of our miles. It was cold, as the ground was covered with snow and the air crisp and biting. On Christmas morning every family, no matter how poor or rich, put two lighted candles in every window. The services at church lasted nearly all morning and the afternoon was spent in meditation and home worship. The following days were very different. Parties were given; visiting was done; dances were planned for the children; snow battles were fought. Sleigh rides and sleighing parties were given. Parties of young people would gather and go for a long sleigh ride. The horses were decorated with tiny bells which jingled as they rode along and the merry makers sang songs or told stories. The ponds were covered with thick ice, and much skillful skating was done. Grift s were distributed, but in a very different man¬ ner from ours. The person giving the gift disguised himself and threw the gift through the door and then ran. If he was not caught, the giver remained unknown On January thirteenth the tree was robbed, or rather untrimmed and burned. This ended the holi¬ days and people returned to their work with rested bodies and light hearts. The Girls had been very quiet while Miss Nielson told her story, but now all exclaimed, “What a lovely Christmas ’ “Wasn’t that a nice way to give presents?” “I wish our holidays lasted that long and how I would enjoy a pyramid now.” “I suggest that we have a party like this again sometime,” said Mae. “So do I,” came the chorus. The question was put to a vote and amid the “Ay’s” the little party broke up. RUTH C. ANDERSON. Slrr Hoy of Hit? Point OM Dedmon was a husky young fellow who had lived in the mountains nearly all his life. His only friend in boyhood had been old Bill Downing, the oldest prospector in the hills. With him Tom had wandered till he was as much at home in the Sierra Buttes country or up north around Lassen’s desolate peak, as in the little town of Whitelode, with its five hundred people. He was known as the best shot and the best hunter in the coun¬ try. Because of his knowledge of the general lay of the country the Forest Service had put him in charge of the Look-out Station on the summit of Baldv. From Baldy’s bare peak he could get an almost unobstructed view of the Sierra Nevadas, mountain on mountain, range after range on every side, their cold gray peaks cut with dark, rugged canyons filled with snow, then- lower slopes covered with pine and spruce. This he was to guard from that terrible enemy, fire. About three miles down the mountain on a quiet little flat, with a stream of cold water tumbling over the rocks behind it, was his cabin and the headquarters of ranger Big Mike. A little above the cabin was the corail, surrounded by a crooked rail fence, while below, covering a space of four or five acres, was the pride of the two men, a field of timothy. Horse feed was scarce up here, but Tom had plenty so that he could keep his faithful little mustang. Ned. With Ned he could make a quick trip to town once a week and get supplies and reading matter. Whitelode was a good three hour’s ride going in and about five hour’s coming back. The trail wound in and out among giant pines and spruce for about eight miles till it came to Taylor Creek. Then it went into the canyon and crept along its rocky wall till it round¬ ed Blur Point four hundred feet above the noisy stream, and soon came into the stage road. It was at this place, where a year ago this fall, poor old Bill, and his horse had been killed. No one ever knew how it had happened, for nothing remained to tell the tale but the mangled remains of horse and man at the base of the cliff. But there were the tracks of a monster grizzley leading from the stage road onto the trail. Tom had spent about four weeks of last fall hunt¬ ing for the “Old Boy,” as he called him, but without success. —12— Early in an October afternoon, Tom had discovered a small fire back of Spanish Peak, about ten miles from headquarters at Whitelode. A few hours after he had reported it the Supervisor ordered him over the phone to have Mike report at the fire as soon as possibl.e So this evening as he descended to the cabin he was hoping that Mike would be there. As he approached the clearing he saw a light in the cabin. “Hello, Mike, bow’d you make it today?” “Say, boy, I tol’ ya I wusn’t spendin’ no two weeks huntin’ fer that blamed greaser fer nothin.’ I found him with about twenty-five hundred o’ his confounded sheep o’er in those meadows back o’ Tower Rock. He’d brot those sheep straight up the mountain where I tol’ ya about before, then followed the ridge where I couldn’t tell the tracks, it was so rocky, an’ then went down into those meadows.” “I’m mighty glad you found him. He’s the one that started that fire over there last fall. Wasn’t it luck that 1 happened to be there hunting for that old grizzly tho?” “Luck alright. I showed him the way out and tol’ him I wms goin’ to swear out a warrant o’ trespassin ' again him. Maybe he wusn’t frothin’ about it tho. I suppose I gotta go to that fire as soon as possible, ain’t If I see it when I was cornin’ in tonight.” “Yes, the boss phoned up after I had reported it and said that he wanted you. Guess I’ll ride in with you, I’d have to go in tomorrow anyhow, and it’s moon¬ light tonight.” After supper the two men started on the ride to town For a long way they rode in silence. It was all com¬ mon-place to them, the shadowy, moonlit forest all about them, the silent places yet untouched by civiliza¬ tion. Suddenly Ned shied, and a short distance ahead a coyote loped across the trail. Bang, bang, bang, came three shots in quick succession from Tom’s 380 H. P. automatic pistol. “Good shot! I thot he was too fer away to git. That new-fangled gun o’ yours works al¬ right, don’t it?” “Right she does, Mike. I wish Ned wouldn’t scare so easy; he’s the best mountain horse in the country, barrin’ that I’ve tried a long time to break him of it, but lie’s just as bad as ever. It’s too dangerous on some of these trails.” “That’s just what I been tellin’ ya fer a long time. S’posin’ he’d bolt on the trail in the canyon ahead.” There was silence again for a long time ’till they were nearly at Blue Point. “I always like to stop at the Point and give Ned a good long rest when I’m com¬ ing back, from town. You can see old Spanish, and where Spanish Creek begins, and follow its canyon down till it suddenly widens into American Valley. Then there’s Whitelode off to the left of the creek with Claremont frowning down on it.” “Say, Tom you’d oughta go to work an’ write a book about it. You’d beat a lot ’ those fellers that—” Suddenly Ned snorted and stopped, shaking and trembling. i ‘ Wonder wliat it is anyhow. Guess I 11 get off and lead Ned along, if I can.” Mike’s horse be¬ came alert and uneasy, and it was us eless for Tom to try to get Ned to move. After several minutes of trying, Mike yelled, “Look out! There’s the Old Boy himself on the Point!” Just as Tom turned around the horse gave one wild, frantic squeal, and, as he freed himself from Tom, slipped ovei the edge and crashed to his death. Tom could not heed the horse, for now the huge bear was charging him. Unharmed he came till within a hundred feet, when eight shots rang out in lightning like succession. The Old Boy staggered and nearly went over. Still he came on, only to be knocked over by the lead from Mike s gun, and none too soon, for there he lay within twenty feet of the men, a great quivering mass, with blood pouring out of his wounds. He turned out to be the largest griz¬ zly that had been shot for years. ‘‘ Wel l, I got him alright! For a time I thot he’d get me tho.” “Close shave, sure ’nough. B’lieve me, that’s some gun you got tho. Look at that hole in his head! Say, Tom, I’m gonna git one like it. Hard luck that your horse went over.” “Yes, lie’s deader’n a stone now. I’m sorry too; he was so friendly, and I’d a broke him after a while.” Mike hurried on to headquarters, so Tom walked in the rest of the wav alone. His tlio’ts were gloomy. It was near the same spot where Bill Downing, his old friend and pardner, was killed. Now the horse which he loved so well was food for the slinking coyotes at the base of that same wall. “Well, I got the Old Boy anyway and I always said I would,” he spoke alound. PERCIVAL WHEELER, ’14. —14— tTlrr lumu ' r HESE beads here yet. That girl will break my heart! Nora!’’ “Yis, ma’am. Cornin’.” “Nora, I say!” emphazied by the stamp of a foot. “ is’ ma’am. Comin. ’ And very re¬ luctantly Nora left her most interesting chapter of counts and fine ladies to find out “what the old lady wanted now.” Her mistress eyed her sharply. “Nora, I told you to take these beads to Mrs. Gordon this morning, and lieie I find them. Tf you had attended to it immediately you wouldn’t have to go out now in the rain. What on earth w r ere you doing all morning?” Of course, Nora was “‘tindin’ to a shmall matter in the kitchen, that took, a good bit of her toime.” That “shmall matter” at present was at the corner cigar stand, thinking of the girl of his heart who reigned supreme in a kitchen nor far off. “Share, an’ it’s rainin’ mighty hard,” said Nora, as she opened the door and peered down the street. Yes, there he was! She knew it! And up the sidewalk came that “foine an’ han’some b’y,” Patrick. O’Brien, first class policeman and lover. He opened his umbrella and held it over her, saying that one was plenty. The way was only too short, and Pat had to turn back,, for good policemen, you know, have to stay on their beats, and Pat, as I said before, was of the best. Under the awning of the corner grocery they stopped for a few last words, ‘cause gracious! Nora wouldn’t see lum again for a whole twenty-three minutes. Very sadly she stood and watched him until he was quite out of sight. “Well, an’ if it aint Nora!” Startled, the person addressed turned to see her old friend, Ellen Connolly, who’d come over from the old country with her, and now, like herself, was employed in house work. Ellen’s destination was just beyond Mrs. Gordon’s home, and so the two girls started off together, arm in arm, Nora swinging her umbrella, Ellen holding hers over the two of them. Standing in the shelter of Mrs. Gordon’s doorway where Ellen had left her, Nora felt in her pocket for the envelope of beads. Surely it was in the right hand pocket. No ? Well then, in the left. No, neither there nor in her purse. Where was it? Excitedly she looked 15— down the wet and deserted street—nothing to be seen. What could she do? Ring the bell before her and tell Mrs. Gordon? Oh no! the beads were valuable—gold beads, on a slender golden chain. No, she couldn’t face her. Return home and tell her mistress? Gracious! how could she face such a thunderstorm as that? Vis¬ ions of her ladyship’s wrath, and weeks more of hard work to make up her loss, besides the dreadful disap¬ pointment that would result from postponing her mar¬ riage to “that darlin’ b’y,” went through her dead. Then she decided; she’d never go back; no, not she. Surely Ellen would help her, Nora thought, and grabbing her umbrella, she ran out into the rain, down the street and into the side entrance of a fine brown stone house. In the kitchen she found Ellen and related to her her misfortune. Ellen, calm and decided decreed that Nora must tell her mistress and take the conse¬ quences. But here Nora “got her Irish up,” and said she’d do no such thing. She’d just take the umbrella, dry it, and send it back home, for she couldn’t find it in her heart to futher offend her mistress by keeping this article of her property. After that—well, she didn’t know. It suited Nora just now to act immediately and tak¬ ing the umbrella that was but slightly wet, since it hadn’t been put up at all, she pushed it up with a vicious jerk. What was happening? A shining golden shower fell over the astonished girl, who only half consciously heard gleaming balls klink on the floor and scatter away under table, chairs and stove. Not a thing more did Nora know until she felt a stream of cold water running down her back and saw Ellen standing by her, looking as though she had a ready case for the undertaker. To make sure she hadn’t been dreaming, the half-drowned girl immediately looked at the floor. Yes, here was a bead by her foot, and there another, and over there by the umbrella a white envel¬ ope and a tiny golden chain. A. M. M., June ’14. —16— (31|f (Umufmi ERE is a canyon so deep and narrow that, looking heavenward from its floor, one sees little of the sky. A dark river flows through it, with a channel nearly as broad as the stream itself. This stream carries away sand and pebbles washed from banks, deepening its bed year by year Along its margin brush grows thickly, and in some places there are large trees. But the region is lonely, for few ever pass that way r ; and no traveller cares to sojourn there, it is so uninviting. Years ago, however, a man went thither with his little son, purposing to reside in the very bottom of the canyon for he longed for the seclusion which it af¬ forded him. He felt that the world had treated him ill. No one, he thought, had any sympathy for him. There¬ fore he hated mankind and came to believe lie would be happiest alone. He built himself a cabin that was so small that neither he nor his son could stand erect. Before this dwelling he planted a tree, which, however well he cared for it, never grew to be more than three feet high. With the help of his son he made a bridge across the tide; this bridge was so narrow that he could not easily walk over it, and so frail that it would bear no more than his weight. Having thus constructed his abode, planted his tree, and built his bridge, he deemed himself in pos¬ session of a good home. For a long time this man lived there in content. He Avas satisfied with his cramped dwelling. He was pleased Avith the tree that gave so little shade and the bridge that scarcely supported him. The dry brush to him was forest enough. The brief time during which the sun passed the narrow portion of the sky visible from the bottom of the canyon Avas his day and it was long enough for him. He did not care to see any human face but his own, which he often beheld staring at him when he looked into the fiver. Living thus, year after year, he became fitted to this narrow place, and frequently de¬ clared he would never leave it. One day while seeking nuts and berries for a meal, he observed on the ground a large shining object which he immediately picked up. It was a gem. Considering it valuable he placed it in his bosom and carried it home, where he at once hid it in the remotest corner. Now he had something else to occupy his mind, so he thought of it incessantly. When the sun shone there, he would carry it into the light to watch it sparkle; when the dark¬ ness came he would conceal it again. Hence it became his idol. There came a stranger into the canyon once, and he tarried there for several days. He befriended the old man’s son, who therefore came to love him. So he told the boy stories of lands that are far away, and stirred in the young heart a desire to travel. The lad was tired of this lonely waste where he saw no living being except his father, who neglected him; wherefore, when the stranger was about to depart, he wept and en¬ treated him to stay yet another day. The traveller, whose heart was kind, could not help complying. But when on the next day he called the boy to bid him adieu, the lad did not respond. He was forced, for that reas¬ on, to go away without taking leave. However, having climbed out of the canyon, he was met by the lad; who pleaded for permission to accompany him; so touchingly, withal, that he assented, although he knew that he was leading the son from his father. Now the father was alone. Day after day he wand¬ ered through the brush, calling his son’s name, but he never was answered. He lost his love for the gem, and flung it into the river. He did not like the narrow home nor the short day any more. He tried to abandon the unwholesome way he had followed for so long. But he could bear neither the full light of day nor the sight of so wide a space as was revealed when he peered over the canyon wall he climbed one day. So he lived the rest of his wretched life in the home for which he had made himself fit; and when he perished the river bore earth from the mountains to make his grave. FAY MILLER, ’14. GUjrtHtmaa iumg When the wind blows from the northland, And the skies are dark and grey, When all is dull monotony Between the night and day, Like a sudden burst of sunshine On our hearts comes Christmas cheer, Oh Christmas is a jolly time The best in all the year. When the apples sizzle briskly Over the blazing logs And the pine-boughs crackle laughingly, Defying chill and frosts, When all the world is white outside, And fires aglow within, When children laugh, and clear bells ring, Oh, ft is Christmas then! When thro’ clear cold air of morning, The Christmas bells clearly ring, And we hear in the grey dawning, The message that they sing, With all the old sweet cadence, “Peace on earth, good will to men, And our hearts swell with its music Oh! it is Christmas then! MAY GREENWOOD. ’17. — 19 !y ®hr Jfftrrathr T WAS early Christmas eve, and the snow flakes were fluttering gently on the roof of a quaint little log cabin. A ith- in sat an old man before the cozy fire¬ place. His dark, thoughtful eyes were fixed on the blazing log, and his hands were clasped about his knees. The flickering light danced along the dark walls, and lit up the beams overhead. Lulled by the stillness about him his eyes closed, and his head sank back. An expression of peace settled upon his face. He was a boy once more, carefree and happy at the home of his childhood. It was Christmas eve, and preparations were almost complete for the great day. That morning brother Ned and sister Lucy and he, Tom, had gone to the woods for holly, taking with them little Alice, a winsome child of six who had lived with them since the death of her mother. Together they had set up the tree in the “best room,” and hung garlands of holly and mistletoe over doors, windows, and pictures. At bedtime Tom and Alice hung their stockings by the fireside, and after oft repeated goodnights had fal¬ len asleep with happy visions of tomorrow. In the morn¬ ing Alice was awakened by Tom’s sturdy fists pounding on her door, and an excited voice calling, “Alice, come, quick, see what’s in our stockings!” Tom didn’t need to call a second time, for Alice soon joined him in the aitting room, and with “Ohs” and “Ahs” of delight the treasures of the stockings were revealed down to nuts and oranges at the toe. Alice’s greatest treasure proved to be the large French doll sent from the city by her father. After breakfast the new skates were tested on the skating pond, and thus the happy hours passed. After dinner the children coasted until dark, when all gathered about the glittering Christmas tree. En¬ twined among the branches were strings of popcorn, and here and there hung gilded fruit and candy cornu¬ copias. Alice clapped her hands joyously and all thought her more charming than ever before. Her golden ring¬ lets, tied with a bright blue ribbon, clustered about her rosy little face, and her blue eyes sparkled with pleas¬ ure. Many happy days followed, but in the early spring a shadow came over Tom’s happiness. Alice was going away. Her father was sorry to take her from Such a home, but wished her to be educated in the city. The spring with its gorgeous meadows came and went, and as the long months passed, the bright autumn days came as a relief from the summer’s heat. The corn was in the shocks, and the nuts were gathered and stored. When the holidays at last came, nothing seemed so cheerful without Alice. Years passed with frequent letters from Alice, and occasional ones from her father. Tom grew to strong, —20— sturdy manhood. The passing years did not lessen their fondness for Alice, however, and all looked for¬ ward to the time when she would again be with them. At last the time came, the fall almost twelve years after that Christmas, the happiest Christmas of Tom’s life. Word came that she would be with them the latter part of November, and would remain for the holidays. Happiness such as had not been known for years reign¬ ed in the house. On the evening of her arrival the family sat about the fireplace waiting eagerly for the soft, tramp of the horses hoofs outside the door. After what seemed hours, father’s cheerful voice called from with¬ out, “Here she is!” Mother sprang up as the door opened and clasped in her arms the slim figure of a radi- ant young girl. The greetings over, Alice seated herself in the big cirm chair before the fireplace. Her golden hair was now light brown, and coiled about her head. Here and there curls crept out, and fell like faint shadows across her delicately tinted face. Her pretty mouth had taken on a firmer expression but her blue eyes seemed as of old, as she smiled at the happy faces about her. Thanksgiving day came and went. Tom took Alice on many sleigh rides, and they attended several country dances. Christmas arrived and Tom and Alice set up Ihe tree and decorated the house. To them both it seem¬ ed like the Christmas of twelve years ago, but yet there was a change wihch none seemed sorry to see. The time drew near for Alice to return to the city. Ihe day of her departure dawned, and the snow glittered in the morning sun. In the afternoon Tom and Alice started on the journey to the river boat. The sun sank lower and lower behind the distant hills, and soon the soft shadows of evening gathered about them. The moon rose above the tall trees, and lit up the white branches. Alice turned toward Tom, and she saw in the moonlight that his eyes were fixed upon her. Tom clasped the slender hand at his side, “Alice!” he murmured, “I love you—do not leave me before you —you promise to return—return to be with me always. I loved you when we were children; the years have only strengthened my love.” He paused, and as she turned toward him he read in her radiant face, which seemed more beautiful than ever before, the fulfilment of his fondest hopes, the inspiration of his future years. Before the winter’s snow had melted he had a good position in a Western mining town. The work was dreary, but life and hope were new; frequent letters from Alice and home were the only events which helped to lighten his labor. There came a day when word reached him that Alice was very sick, then—something like a sob shook the form of the old man, he started, and raised his head. The blaze on the hearth had died out, and only the dying embers occasionally flickered. With¬ out the wind moaned mournfully about the cabin and wailed among the pines as it swept down the deserted valley. HELEN MOTT. Olljp aurlnm ' (Suggested by Kipling’s .007) LIE Turbine was a small, peculiarly built locomotive. Although he knew his strength and durability, he had not as yet had it tested in practical use. As he pulled into the round house he was greatly embarrassed at the remarks made by the other engines. “Huh,” said one as he rolled his one eye around like a Cyclops and surveyed the new-comer, “I’d like to know why in Sam- liill they don’t keep their trash out of here, and save the room for a decent sized engine. They’re always bring¬ ing some good-for-nothing piece of machinery in here that will get out on the road, fifty miles from no where, and break down; and one of us will have to go out, rain or shine, and help him out. T tell you I’m getting tired of it.” “According to my reckoning,” said another, whose home had been in that shed for the past nine years, “he wiil be just like No. 57 that came in here three years ago. and is now in the junk pile. No, 57 had to take out three coaches—mind you, only three coaches—and got down here by Casper (I reckon Casper’s about two hundred miles from here) and broke down. When word reached us here it had already started to snow and the wind was rising a little. Well, Old Speed-burner,—you remem¬ ber (referring to an old weather beaten companion) he was smashed up down at Jackson’s gulch when the track spread—well he had to go out and get him. Talk about mad! Why he would have frozen to death in that awful blizzard, but he was so hot that the snow was melted for twenty feet on each side of the track.” A general laugh ran around at this, but he continued; “And see here, sonny, you want to take mighty good care of your health; if you break, down where there’s no good reason for it, it might be the worse for you.” The Turbine said nothing, but he was commencing to warm up; the steam gauge was slowly advancing; he would have liked to go out, then and there, and show them what a good engine lie was. For several days he remained in the shed and the others passing in and out never failed to make some sneering remark. On the fourth day a double header was needed to take out a long freight and the Turbine was called on to work in the yard. About noon a telegram came stating that both engines on a freight had broken down and to send relief at once. It was afterwards learned that one engine had broken down and the other, trying to pull the freight alone, had done the same. The agent knerv what this meant, for the Chicago limited was due that day; and to delay it—well, he might just as well pack, his trunk. The Turbine and No. 10, a big four wheeled, old timer, were the only ones in the yard, and the latter was called out. The engineer and fireman had never been on friendly terms, and as No. 10 sped past the Turbine a babbling of voices was heard and a long, open bladed jack-knife fell to the ground. The engineer was seen to swing out on the steps of the cabin and reach for his hip-pocket, but at the same time his hold was loosened by the fireman, who also lost his balance, and they both fell headlong to the ground. Section hands soon had them on their way to the hospital, but No. 10 was a run¬ away. Not waiting for order or signal the throttle was opened and the Turbine fairly jumped from the track as he started in pursuit. He rolled from side to side, snort¬ ing like an angry bull as the throttle was opened wider, taking this turn on two wheels, darting through the tun¬ nels and across bridges, now running along a hundred foot cliff and then dropping into some deep gorge. Farmers dropped their pitch-forks, gardners their hoes, as he sped past hayfields and farm-houses like a streak, of lightning. No. 10, who at the start was a mere speck in the distance, was now in full view and coming ever nearer. But what was that! A red flag was passed. The freight must be not a mile distant. The engineer could already imagine the wreck,—No. 10 telescoping the caboose, where all the trainmen would probably be, and a mass of wreckage and dead bodies, with the boiler ready to burst and small fires starting here and there where coals had fallen from the furnace; and, still worse the Limit¬ ed coming from the other direction! He ga ve the throt¬ tle a jerk and the Turbine flew in the air. Inch by inch he gained on the runaway, when, Ka bump! and the two engines were locked tight. Closing the throttle and slamming on the brakes, the engineer felt his way along the boiler, slipped down to the cow-catcher and from there to the runaway’s cabin, where with a shifting of levers he brought the engines to a stop. Jumping to the ground he glanced around. A side track lay just to the left, and half a mile down the track, what was it? There was no mistaking; there lay the yellow caboose of the freight with a red flag waving from the end. He listened and thought he heard a whistle. Was it the Limited? Changing the switch, lie hurried¬ ly deposited No. 10 on the siding and sped down the track to the freight. Coupling, amid the curses and laughter of those about, he started back. 1 say, started, but the six large drivers sped round like a Dutch wind¬ mill in a heavy gale and the train came to a stop. The engineer looked in the sand box; it was empty. Jump- in to the ground, he threw a hand full of gravel in front of each wheel. Mounting the cabin again he opened the throttle. Ka! bump! Ka! bump! went the couplings and again the train started, this time for good. It pulled on to the side track not two minutes before the Limited sped past. Was the Turbine ever jeered at again? Well, just suit yourself. H. COCHRANE, ‘15 ISnbtu Ifxmb Robin Hood rade through the glide green-wood, All on a summer’s day, The birds sang sweetly in the trees, As Robin came riding by. And then on came bold Robin Hood, And they did fight with vim; Nottingham was growing weak, Soon Robin Hood would win. Robin’s glide sword hung by his side, His heart was light and gay; l ntil the Sheriff of Nottingham Came riding on his way. And then around the bend there came, Another steed quite near; Upon it rode a maiden fair, Her cheeks were pale with fear. “At last, at last!” thought Robin Hood, “I shall avenged be; There’s not a man in this green-wood, I loathe as much as he.” “Oh, spare my father! the maiden cried, “No need to ask,” quoth he, “I never have in all my life, Hurt man in woman’s company.” T hen Nottingham saw Robin Hood, As he came round the bend; He took an arrow from his sheathe, And muttered, “You Til end.’’ The sheriff then mounted his steed, And they rade on their way; Bold Robin Hood was gay again, All on a summer’s day. GEORGIA HALL, MG. — 24 — £Tlu ' Tiaunti ' ii irmtar IVE cents worth of potato chips please.” “And I’ll have a box of chocolate Eclairs. ’ ’ “A ten cent bottle of olives, please.” The grocer went to fill the orders, and the three girls turned to each other and laughed. “It’s a wonder such a big order doesn’t excite him to death,” giggled Barbara. “I know that bottle of olives is going to break me up in business.’’ “I’m hungry as the dickens,” said Marion, “It sounds mighty good to me.” “It’s quality, not quantity in this case,” laughed Barbara. “Never mind wrapping the things, we’ll take them this way,” as the grocer came back, with their order. “Here ldds, ‘komm’ schnell,’ it’s getting late.” So, having extracted the money from their hand¬ kerchiefs and gathered up their books and bundles, the girls hurried out, but stopped a moment on the pave¬ ment, irresolute. “Where’ll we go to consume this feast?” asked Patsy. ’ ’ “Let’s go to the ‘Haunted House!’ ” suggested Marion, “We haven’t been there for a century.” The others agreed, so they started off at a merry pace. The “Haunted House” was a great, handsome old place, situated at the foot of the hills, west of the town. For over twenty years it had been unoccupied and had thus acquired the term “Haunted House” although no ghost had ever been seen or suspected anywhere about it. The house had been built by a young man of means in the town at the time of his marriage and he had put a great deal of love and thought into it as well as money. He and his wife had lived there for three or four years when the latter died, leaving the young husband with their little two year old son. Broken hearted over his loss, he could not bear to remain in the house where everything was a reminder of his vanished happiness, so, taking his little boy, he went away. For several years his old friends heard from him, but gradually correspondence dropped away and with the passing years he faded into a memory. His house was closed from the day of his departure and no one ever entered it except the care taker and those few people whom he chose to admit. The three girls were among that number and they had explored the old place again and again from garret to cellar, revelling in the great old rooms and the sad romance of the place. They had called it their house and took a personal interest in everything concerning it. Being good walkers, they soon came in sight of the place, hidden from the road behind the great trees which surrounded it. They hurried along, laughing and talk¬ ing, each with a hearty appetite after the brisk walk in the crisp autumn air. As they came up the drives, they — 25 — heard the sound of hammering and wondered in a vague way what the caretaker was doing to make so much noise. Rounding a bend in the drive, which brought them in sight of the house, Marion suddenly stopped short, and gasped, with a look of blank incredulity on her face —“Girls—they’re painting the “Haunted House” or I am crazy.” The others followed her gaze and saw, beyond a doubt, the “Haunted House,” their “Haunted House,” was getting painted—someone was going to live there. With one accord, they started toward the house at a run, gasping their astonishment and horror as they flew across the ruined garden and up the wide veranda. There they stopped, panting for breath, and stared about them in perfect bewilderment. The painters were at work on the roof, there was a sound of much ham¬ mering from the back, the windows and doors for the first time in the memory of the girls were thrown wide open, everything was bustle and activity and every¬ where were the signs of the rejuvination of the “Haunted House. ’ ’ “Girls, T can’t stand this suspense a second long¬ er,” gasped Patsy—“For Heaven’s sake, let’s go inside and see if we can find someone to tell us something and put us out of our misery.” “Yes, come quick,,” agreed the other two, and they hurried up the steps over the veranda, and into the great hall. Formerly, it had been a dreary, dark old place, the few rays of light stealing up through the boarded win¬ dows revealing a wide, massive staircase, going up from the center and at one end a great stone fire place, its deep hearth looming cave like in the dusk. Now, however, a different sight greeted their eyes as the girls stopped on the threshold to gaze in rapture at the transformation. The afternoon sunshine shone through a beautifully stained glass window at the head of the first landing, throwing a soft tinted light over everything. The whole hall was radiant in a new clean¬ liness of polished floor and wainscoting and richly tinted walls. The girls stood staring about them in delight—“But, kids,” suddenly exclaimed Barbara, “Do you realize that this has been going on for at least two months and we’ve heard nothing about it!” “There certainly hasn’t been anything in the pap¬ ers,” Marion looked her bewilderment, “It simply doesn’t seem possible that it could be kept so quiet.” “It would be all right if the fellow who is doing it really wanted it so,” said Pat. “And besides, the house is hidden behind the trees, and no one ever comes here.” Well, here we are stranded again and we don’t know any more than we did before. Let’s go back to the kitchen. I hear sounds from that direction,” and Marion led the way through the rooms, each changed almost be¬ yond recognition. Bursting into the kitchen, they came upon the care¬ taker and his wife busy putting up shelves in the pantry. Rushing over to them, the girls began a fire of questions before the old couple were fairly aware of their presence, but finally calmed down enough for the laughing pair to make out what thev wanted. -— 26 — “Yes,” the old man leaned against the door prepara¬ tory to an enjoyable talk. “Yes, we jest a thinkin’ what a surprised bunch you all ’ud be when you come strollin’ out here some fine day and seen all this here sprucin’ up. I guess as how’s you’re pretty curious now, ain’t you?” He chuckled provokinglv and gloried in keeping them on the anxious seat. “Oh, Mr. Jackson, do tell us quick, we’re simply perishing with curiosity,” chorused the girls standing on tip toe in their excitement and each clasping potato chips, olives, cookies respectively and regardless to her breast. “Come now, Amos, Ye’re right mean to keep the young ladies a waitin’” chided his wife, and he resumed with a chuckle— “Wall now, I’m not nat’rally mean, so I’ll tell you all I know. The old man, though, I guess, he ain’ rally so old as folks has got in the habit of thinkin’ he is, has got a notion that he wants to come back to his old home an’ live, so he sent orders ’bout—well, nigh on three months ago now, to have the house painted, wired with electricity, and gen’rally repaired, so I set right to work, and here we are. “Now, hold on”—as one of the girls started to interrupt, “I know jes what you’re a thinkin.’ How’s it been kept so quiet? Well, the old man’s very particular an’ testy like, an’ he don’t like a lot of talk and conjecturin’ as to his intentions an’ affairs an’ so on, so he says to keep things quiet, and I done it,” he finished proudly. Each of the girls had a hundred and one questions to ask at one and the same time, but finally succeeded in partially satisfying their curiosity. The father, Mr. Livingston and his son Jack were expected in two or three weeks. They were both un¬ married, but aside from these facts and a few minor ones, the care takers knew nothing. At last having gone over the whole house with the loquacious pair as guides, the girls stood once more in the drive—“Well, Madclien, we still have our feast to get away with and I’m still hungry,” said Marion. “Let’s go up into the hills back of the house, it’s too noisy and mussy here now.” “It doesn’t seem possible,” said Pat as they made their way slowly up the hill, “that Mr. Livingston and his son are really going to come back to the old house after twenty years.” “I can hardly believe it, the ’Haunted House’ has been ours so long that I can’t quite reconcile myself to even the right owner coming to claim it,” sighed Barb¬ ara “say, here’s a good place; lets not go any farther. 3 love these old oak trees and besides we get a pretty view of the valley from here.’’ So they settled themselves under the wide spread¬ ing trees and prepared to enjoy their long delayed feast. “Jimminy, don’t you wish you were fixing up that dear old place to live in? I’ve always loved it” mum¬ bled Marion, her mouth full of potato chips and an olive poised ready for admittance. “Don’t talk about it,” said Pat with a sigh. “Some people are born lucky, but I fear we are not among that number,” and she gloomily bit a chocolate eclair in half. — 27 “Here, you day dreamers, come back to life and have an olive,’’ laughed Barbara,” at least we can still eat.” So they laughed and talked and dreamed until the sun sank behind the hills and the violet shadows of even¬ ing crept over the valley below them. “It’s so lovely I hate to move, but I suppose it’s time we were going” sighed Pat.” My mother will think I have found the edge of the world and dropped off.” “So’ll mine,” cried Marion jumping up, “Come on Pat, I’m cold.” Arm in arm they hurried along down the hill and home thru’ the fields in the■ deepening twilight. A crisp afternoon in November about three weeks later found Marion walking briskly through the country. A lover of nature, she was revelling in the beauty of the hills as they lay about her, brilliant in their winter garb of fresh green grass. The air was clean and sharp and the ground wet from the morning rain. With fair hair flying about her crimson cheeks and skirts whipping in the wind she topped a hill at a run and without less¬ ening her speed started down the other side, slipped on the wet clay soil and fell. A tall young man, who had been leaning lazily against a tree near by sprang forward and knelt to help her up. With a flushed face and mud spattered clothes, she stood up, but immeditely sat down again, clutching her ankle with a look of pain on her face. The young man leaned over her anxiously “What’s wrong,” he asked. “Did you hurt your foot?’’ “I guess I-I-ve sprained my ankle” she murmured between teeth, tight shut to keep from showing how much it hurt. “I’m afraid I can’t walk,” and she looked at him mournfully. “If you’ll let me help you down to my house, I’ll take you home in my car,” he suggested—“I live just at the foot of the hill there; it’s not at all far.” Marion followed his eyes and looked down on the “Haunted House!” for a moment she forget her ankle in her .surprise. “Oh, have you come—the—that is— are—do you live there? she finished confusedly. “Yes, I am Jack Livingston, my father and I came a day or two ago and I was just up here taking a birds- eye view of the town.” “I—we heard you were coming,” answered Mari¬ on—“I am Marion Adams.” She grabbed her ankle in pain. “Here, let me carry you, he said quickly and had taken her up in his arms and was off down the hill be¬ fore she had time to get her breath. “Oh, please—I’m too heavy—you mustn’t carry me—really,” she gasped, clutching his coat convulsively, He laughed, “Don’t worry, you’re not heavy enough to do any very great damage, besides, we’ll be there in a jiffy.” They reached the back entrance to the place in a few moments and Marion was in the garage and settled comfortably in a powerful looking roadster before she had time to say “Jack Dalton.” “I’ll unlace your shoe and your ankle will feel better,” said he, and immediately, with infinite care, set himself to the task. This done, he wrapped her in a robe, jumped into the car beside her and starting it, —28 they were off down the old familiar drive in a twink¬ ling. Marion told him where to take her, and as they spun along, talked about the “Haunted House” and their interest in it. This proved a congenial topic, as Jack had fallen in love with the place and had been long¬ ing to find some interested person to talk it over with. They soon reached their destination, and Jack again picked her up and carried her into the house. Mrs. Adams, hearing the automobile, from the living room, had looked out, seen a strange young man carrying her daughter up the steps, and had rushed to open the door in great excitement. “What on earth is wrong, Marion? Are you hurt? Here, put her on the davenport in front of the fire, and for goodness sake tell me what has happened!” Jack and Marion both laughed and the latter ex¬ plained everything satisfactorily, finally remembering to introduce her rescuer. Meanwhile, Mrs. Adams had been getting Marion’s wraps and shoe off and after acknowledging her intro¬ duction, rushed off to phone for the doctor. “Mama is so excited she has forgotten to thank you for being so very very kind, I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t come to my rescue. I will thank you for both with all my heart,” and she held out her hand with a smile. “I am sure I don’t need to be thanked and I’d be mighty glad it happened if you hadn’t gotten hurt,” he answered. ‘ ‘ May I come now and then to see how you are progressing? ’ ’ “Indeed you may,” smiled Marion, “I hope I didn’t break your back?” “No, indeed,” laughed Jack, “Well, I will go so that you can get that ankle fixed up. Good night.” “Good night, and thank you again,” answered Marion. After he had gone, Marion lay looking into the fire. “Wait till I tell the girls,” she thought. “Won’t they be jealous?” Jack came the next day, and almost every day after that with flowers and candy and books, and they grew to be great friends. He was introduced to the Bunch to which the girls belonged and soon taken in as a jolly and very worth while addition. Although they were chums, Pat and Barbara soon began to make mysterious prophecies concerning two certain young people and hugged each other in secret over certain half expressed thoughts. Two years had passed and one night in December when the wind was whistling and moaning around the “Haunted House” and the rain was falling in steady torrents outside, three girls in kimonas and slippers were huddled together before an open fire. “If the ‘Haunted House’ were true to its name, I’d feel mighty spookey this night,” shivered Pat, looking behind into the dim shadows of the fire lit room. “Silly Billy, when you have my big husband to protect you,” laughed Marion with a hug. “ I’m in¬ sulted.” “Oh, you old unromantic married infant, you just think the sun rises and sets on your Jack. Admit it now, don’t you?” 9 — Marion laughed and blushed, but said, looking seri¬ ously into the glowing coals, “I may be foolish as they say most newly married people are, but girls, the most I can wish for you is that you in your future lives may be as happy as I am in my “Haunted House.” H. M. 0., ’14. iEttlprprta? PUBLISHED SEMI-ANNUALLY BY THE STUDENT BODY OF THE PETALUMA HIGH SCHOOL VOLUME XXXVI. NO. 1. lEftitoriai i taff ELZADA GROSS ... - EDITOR-IN-CHIEF MARGUERITE MENCHEN - - - ASSOCIATE EDITOR Slppartmimta LITERARY.HELEN OLMSTED ORGANIZATIONS -.SIDNEY NEALL SCHOOL NOTES . GLADYS CORRY ATHLETICS ------- LEWIS OXENDER JOSHES.ERWIN TOMPKINS HELEN MOTT, MARTHA WESSELS ART .MORSE BOWLES, HEBE DYKES litHtttPfiB § iafi: EVERETT LINOBERG ------- MANAGER MARTINA CAMM - - ASSOCIATE MANAGER — 31 — 3 vJTnRmLs ©It? rIrani JIapn HIS edition marks the third anniversary of the no semi-annual Enterprise. Judging by the suc- W cess of the last two years made possible by the OJ rapid growth of our school, the Enterprise is showing a marked improvement at each edi¬ tion. We are earnestly endeavoring to place our paper on an equal footing with our best secondary school ex¬ changes. , Here-to-fore the school paper has been sold on the last day of each term but the disadvantage lies in the fact that no expenses could be met until after the publication of the Enterprise. This term we introduce the method. so successful in other schools, of subscribing for the paper. We, the Enterprise Staff, have tried to please all and regret if we have failed in the attempt. Do not take of¬ fense at anything which may seem to you personal and intentional for we heartily assure you that such is not the case. All jokes and ‘ 4 slams’’ have been printed in the spirit of fun and we hope that they will be so received. We desire to extend sincere and earnest thanks to the business men of Petaluma who have given us such hearty and generous support. We also suggest that the students of the Petaluma High School should patronize the advertisers who have so graciously responded to our call for financial aid. 33 Aasnrictt tufoni Infrg All the important business of the Associate] Student Body has been conducted by the Board of Control as usual . There was a meeting of the Associated Students on September 24, to elect Basket Ball and Tennis man¬ agers. The officers of the Associated Student Body now holding office are as follows: President - Dickson Brown Vice President ----- Parker Hall Secretary ------- Josephine Camm Treasurer - - - Mr. Binkley Editor of the Enterprise - - - Elzada Gross Manager of the Enterprise - - Everett Linoberg Manager of Boys’ Basket Ball Manager of Girls Basket Ball Track Manager Baseball Manager Tennis Manager Hebe Dykes Ruth Stayner Louis Stayner Arthur Kercheval Homer Green Owing to the inefficiency of the present constitution, a committee was appointed by the principal to draft a new constitution which is better fitted to the needs of the Associated Student Body. The main object of this new constitution is to bring all matters directly concerning the students under their control. 34 — CLASS OF ’17. The Freshman class was duly initiated and organized early in the term. Two of the officers have left school. None have been elected as yet to fill the vacancies, so that the only officer of the Freshman class is Daisy George, President. CLASS OF ’17 AND ’16. The High Freshman and Low Sophomore classes have been organized together. , The officers are: President - - - - Clifford Stice Vice President ----- Wesley Wheeler Secretary-Treasurer - Bernice Daniel CLASS OF ’16 The officers of the High Sophomore class are as follows: President ------ - Will Ayers Vice President ----- Elmer Chadwick Secretary-Treasurer - - - - Ethel Raymond CLASS OF ’15. The Vice President of the Junior class has left school. The remaining officers are: President - - - - - - Ralph Rorden Secretary-Treasurer - Ruth Stayner CLASS OF ’14. The Senior class was organized in September. The officers are: President, - - - - - August Penn Vice President ----- Percival Wheeler Secretary Sidney Neall Treasurer ------ Helen Olmsted Sergeant-at-Arms ----- Ray Skilling THE GLEE CLUBS This term a Girls’ Glee Club was started under the able leadership and training of Miss Helen Prutzman. Interest in this work has been proved by the large mem¬ bership. The members besides having the opportunity of enjoying this course receive credit for their work. The girls practice after school on Tuesday and Thursday of every week and are progressing rapidly. It is hoped that we may soon have the pleasure of hearing them at our Friday afternoon programs. The Bovs’ Glee Club which consists of a member¬ ship of twenty is also a new addition to the school. Under the splendid supervision of Miss Alice Polland the work is a pleasure to the boys and they expect to appear in public soon. 35 — The school year of 1913-14 commenced on August 4th. The vacancies in the faculty caused by the resigna¬ tions of Miss McLaurin, the history and first year English teacher, and Mr. Young the agriculture and physics teacher, were filled by Miss Madge Woodman and Mr. Tholow Binkley. Although deeply regretting the lose of the retiring members, their positions have been ably filled by the new comers and we extend to them a very hearty welcome. The Freshmen were allowed the usual two weeks’ breathing space before the customary ordeal of initiation. They stood the test very well and we are glad to receive them as members of the Petaluma High School. The Friday afternoon programs this terms were more regular than usual, and reached a high standard of excellence. On Aug. 24th the faculty of the Elmquist Con¬ servatory of music rendered several delightful numbers, both vocal and instrumental, all of which were thoroughly enjoyed by the students. On the evening of the twenty-ninth a very successful dance was held at the Guild Hall for the benefit of the Athletic Association whose treasury was much benefited thereby. Towards the close of the terms Miss Elizabeth Shaw, head of the domestic science department, announced her engagement to Mr. Norton Richardson at a reception given at her home in Berkeley. A number of the mem¬ bers of the High School faculty were present at the de¬ lightful function. The faculty were entertained by the students of the Domestic Science class at a dinner on December 2, 1913 The dinner was prepared and served by the girls and it is needless to say that the members of the faculty enjoyed the hospitality of Miss Sliaw and the class. VOL. 2, NO. 1. Feb. 31, 1913. H. D. D. Editor TRIPLE MURDER!!! Petaluma, Dec. 23, 1913. P. H. S. is enshrouded with gloom over one of the worst tragedies that has been en¬ acted within her portals in the last decade. An awful silence prevails in every room for the students all wear- rubber heels out of respect for the dead. Miss Prutzman on entering her class room on Thurs¬ day morning had a presentiment that something “ter¬ rible” had happened. She stepped quickly to the back of the room and there—stabbed to the heart and cold in death lay—three flies, all stuck on a pin. Later—Ray Skilling is suspected and thirteen “Side- Burns” defectives are on his trail. WANTED—Blondie’s address. Grace Mills. Petaluma, Dec. 25, 1913. Prof Binkley, the popular instructor and athletic coach of the local high school, has received the patent for his invention which he calls “The Runner’s Friend.” Knowing a great deal about Physics he has endeav¬ ored to use some of this knowledge in helping some of his long distance men on the track. The ' ‘ Runner s Friend” is the result. Prof. Binkley noticed that after a man has run very much over a quarter of a mile he puffs and pants and blows at a great rate. He saw that if the air expelled from the runner’s mouth by his deep breathing could be directed so that it would strike him from behind, that much energy, which was otherwise wasted, would be used in forcing the runner along. Prof. Binkley expects to realize a neat sum from the sale of his patent. $50. REWARD. FOR THE ARREST AND CONVICTION OF THE GUY THAT PUT THE INK IN BINKLEY. ‘ ' How Shocking, ’ ’ cried the tramp as he stepped on the third rail. “This is one on you,” said Vesuvius, as a ton of lava buried an Italian soldier.—Widow. Those wishing to acquire the appreciation of simple art (unadorned) apply to Elzada Gross.—Enterprise Room. We learn with deepest regret that our old time friend and companion, Carter Niles Phair is making good. P. H. S. was too slow a joint for him so he registered at Tomales High where he is considered quite a society man. He has his long flowing locks which you all remember so well, cut to suit the latest fashion and his success with the girls of Tomales is both the envy and admiration of all his boy companions. EDITORIAL The editor requests that you patronize our advertis¬ ers. They make the paper impossible. The editor has been a very busy man during the last week. Two-thirds of the time has been spent trying to figure out a way to give you a little for your money as possible. Dr. House in his lectui’e on Success said that if one is to succeed he must make up his mind definitely, as to what he is going to do in life, and then use all his energy in accomplishing that end. So according to Dr. House the editor has made a success of the “Ostrich,” for we made up our mind to sell the public a “Gold brick” and surely no one will dis¬ pute the fact that this is what we have done in selling the “Ostrich.” — 38 — Sonoma, Oct. 15, 1913.—While on the way to the field meet at St. Helena an auto carrying a number of Petaluma boys got frightened at a hay-press and became unmanageable. Before it could be quieted a fellow named Groverman was thrown some twenty feet, striking his head against a board fence. The fence was demolished and will have to be rebuilt. “DARKY” SINGERS MAKE HIT. Petaluma, Nov. 25, 1913.—The California Jubilee Quartette entertained a full house at the Hill Opera House last night. There was something “dark” about the whole thing which we don’t quite understand, (not a bad one is it?) but we enjoyed them just the same. Their music was good hut the music in the box office (“Cliink-chink”) was better and more of it would have been appreciated. If the best coach in Sonoma County, a veteran team, confidence, and the whole hearted support of the school count for anything, Petaluma has as much as won the N. W. S. L. Track meet already and Santa Rosa may as well hand over that cup right now. The “Ostrich” wishes to announce that “Scoop” Andyson and “Sport” Hicks have been secured at great- expense, to write baseball news for this paper. They are well known among the local fans and need no introduc¬ tion. The following extract from the Bloomfield Daily Times speaks for itself: “Parker Hall has created a big sensation among the farmers of Bloomfield. When he returned from Pet¬ aluma last Saturday he announced that he would en¬ deavor to break the record for fast milking, which was set by Mr. I. Milkemfast who milked seventy-two cows in an hour and twenty-nine minutes. P. Hall returned the trick, doing the same ting in an hour and tyenty minutes, or nine minutes better than the record. Major Slopycus and Poundmaster 0. U. Bulldog were the official timers. The “Ostrich wishes to congratulate Mr. Hall and the citizens of Bloomfield in general. We are proud of him. Seventy two cows milked in an hour and twenty minutes is some fast, even for P. Hall. Later—It has since developed that seventy-one of the seventy-two cows that Hall milked were dry, so of course the record will not be considered official. Mary had a little calf White as whitest snow, Whene’er she put her stockings on, In that calf would go.—Lampoon. The “Ostrich” wishes you all a “punk’’ Christmas and we hope that the first of January will find you with lots of “bills” and little money. NOTICE WANTED—as husbands—a few handsome and wealthy young men. We supply the wives, and guar¬ antee that they will not impair your digestion. They have their kitchens equipped, their furniture bought their houses planned—all on paper. But what more could you want! Apply any morning between 9 and 10. Domestic Science Class.—Lincoln Primary School. -V- X 75 T? 7T 7� We see that Miss Shaw, the domestic science teacher has announced her engagement. Congratulations are in order. Good cooks are always in demand. A local paper states that Tomales defeated Petalu¬ ma in a snappy game of basket ball. We think that the writer meant a “nappy” game for Petaluma players were asleep most of the time. Petaluma defeats Sonoma in basket ball 22 tolO. Sell your hammer and buy a horn. Nuf sed. MILK CUSTOMERS WANTED—Address Jared Scudder, Petaluma, Calif. WANTED—A new and up-to-date high school.— Students of Petaluma high. WANTED—A medal for hard study. Albert Adams. WANTED—For unruly Freshmen in Domestic Science, a few more convenient corners, preferably be¬ hind stoves. For information write to Bessie Lepley or apply to Miss E. Shaw. LOST; STRAYED, OR STOLEN.—One Geometry book. Answers to the name of “Solid.” Return to Prof W .0. Smith and receive reward. •WANTED—Girl. Address B. Groverman, R. F. D. Corona. WANTED—Bv Pete Maggetti—An air ship to sell tickets with. WANTED—Someone to shoot Ivan McKinney the next time he has his tan shoes dyed and then tries to wear them to school the same day.—Student Body. 40 — “iMitrit Abn Abmtt ntluttrj ”m “litbrr tljp Star’s (Elmira” (With Apologies to Shakespeare and other poets) ACT I. Scene 1.—A Grassy Turf in Front of Petaluma High School. (Enter Dick Brown and Hebe Dykes). Dick. “Those that will hear me speak, let ' em stay here. ’ ’ Hebe. “Let me play the fool.” (Enter Arthur Pederson) Dick. (Aside) “Here he comes, swelling like a tur¬ key-cock. ’ ’ Arthur. “Who risetli from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down?” Hebe. Ha, Ha; I have it, good fellows, ‘Tis Helen Olmsted. Sound of trumpets without. Arthur assuming a Napoleon pose. (Sings) “He comes, he comes, he comes To the roll of the rattling drums.” Hebe. Metliinks I smell the odor of a cheese. (Enter Everett Linoberg). Everett. “I was not merely made for money-mak¬ ing.” Arthur. “Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.” Everett. “Flattery is food for the fools.” ACT IT. Scene 1. Spacious High School Library. Helen Olmsted and Jo Camm discovered. Helen. “Whiles we shut the gates upon one wooer, another knocks at the door.” Jo. Why did you refuse the noble lord, Dick Brown? He always to himself hath said: —41 — ‘ I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute.’’ Helen. “Give him a statue with his ancestors.” Jo. Then there is Mr. Smith. Helen. “He is the mildest mannered man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.” Jo. What think you of General Skilling? Helen. “He hath a neighborly charity in him.” Jo. Lastly, there is Ralph Rorden. Helen. “Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek headed men and such as sleep o’nights. Yon Ralph hath a lean and hungry look: He thinks too much: Such men are dangerous.” (Enter Pete Maggetti with a train of attend Pete. (Chanting in dolorous monotone) “The atrocious crime of being a young man.” Helen. “ Why don’t you speak for yourself, Pete?” ACT III. Scene 1. Enterprise Room. Comfortably furnishea in Mahogany and Green Velvet. (Enter Georgia Hall and Eric Tonningsen). Georgia. “I am as constant as the northern star.” Eric. “Love, thou knows’t, is full of jealousy.” Hark, ’tis soft music that falleth upon my ear. She approacheth—I hear light footsteps. (Enter Elzada Gross singing.) Georgie. “Swans sing before they die—’twere no bad thing, Hid certain persons die before they sing.” Elzada. What is this idle chatter that I hear? “I woke one morning and found myself famous.” Georgia. (Sings sadly.) “Forsaken, forsaken, forsaken am I; Like a stone in the causeway.” ACT IV. Scene 1. Soft Grassy Knoll at Kenilworth Park. (Enter Dick Brown and Hebe Dykes.) Dick. “I was seeking for a fool when I found you. ’ ’ Llebe. “He is drowned in the brook: look but in and you shall see him.” Dick. “I thank you for your pains and courtesies.” Hebe. Methinks a storm approacheth. Hark! the thunder. (Loud snoring from back stage.) Dick. Thou’rt wrong my friend. Verily, ’tis a night for lovers. Hebe. Ho, Ho; what is this clod of Mother Earth on which I stub my toe? ’Tis an idle knave who sleepeth. Dick. “Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies Which busy care draws on the brains of men Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.’’ Bernard. (Sleeply.) “He that sleeps, feels not the toothache.” Hebe: “He is not dead, but gone before.” ACT V. Scene 1. Elegantly Appointed Drawing Room— (Room 4) (Enter Helen Olmsted and Dick Brown) Helen. “Over the hill to the poor-house I’m trudgin’ my weary way. ’ ’ Dick ( Admiringly) “Your feet beneath your petticoat, Like little mice steal in and out, As if they feared the light, But oh! you do dance such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight. ” Helen. “ ‘Twill surely rain; I see with sorrow My jaunt must be put off tomorrow.’’ Flourish of trumpets. Enter General Skilling. General Skilling. “Fair one will’st thou dance with me tonight?” Helen. “You and I are past our dancing days.” General Skilling. (Discouraged) “The game is up.” “Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of ending, Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.” AtljUtirB ©rark Three cheers for the track team of Petaluma High School, and three loud ones, for the boys all deserve them. This term, our track team won higher honors than any other Petaluma track team has for many a year, and it is hoped that this prosperity will continue. At the beginning of the term a meeting was held and Ray Skilling was elected captain. Oxender had previous¬ ly been chosen manager. The boys did not start training until three weeks after the opening of school. This was a wise plan, for it prevented staleness, something which hindered the track team when it journeyed to St. Helena. In order to get into proper condition, cross country races were run to begin training. After these were over, the real grind began, and every night found about twenty boys training faithfully. As a result of that, by the time the meets drew near, there was good material from which to pick the teams. — 44 — The first meet was the S. N. S. C. A. L., held at St. Helena, Oct. lltli. The team went to St. Helena in auto¬ mobiles and consisted of the following: Tompkins, Smith, Peloquin, Scudder, Skilling, Dykes, Ward, Peder¬ sen, McKinney and Oxender. Mr. Binkley accompanied them and helped out more than once. Santa Rosa won the meet 51 points. Armijo and Petaluma tied for sec¬ ond with 37 each, Napa got fourth with 27, Cloverdale fifth with 9, and Analy sixth with 2. The boys, including Mr. Binkley, came home in the happiest of minds well satisfied with their success. The Friday before the Petaluma meet, a rally was held. Mr. Binkley, Mr. Way, Mr. Smith, and Dick Brown were chief speakers. That same day, medals were presented to the various winners in the St. Helena meet by Dickson Brown president of the Student Body. The St. Helena meet being on Saturday, the boys re¬ sumed training on Monday for the N. W. S. L. meet, held in Petaluma on Oct. 18th. Training was stopped on Thursday to allow sufficient rest before the meet. If ever the boys wanted to win a meet, and if they ever tried to win one, it was this N. W. S. L. From the sound of the first shot which started the 50 yard dash, until the breaking of the last tape which decided the Relay and the meet, the Petaluma track team never quit fighting. They worked hard and always fairly during the entire three and one-half hours that the meet lasted, with the result that Petaluma got 47 points and second place, losing to Santa Rosa who got 50. Our team consisted of eleven men, as follows: Smith, Skilling, Dykes Peloquin, Wheeler, Tompkins, Tonningsen, Pedersen, McKinney, Scudder, and Oxender. In connection with the .N W. S. L. meet, Mr. Way who is president, is to be complimented for the interest he took in it. Mr. Way managed affairs to a “T” and the smoothness and quickness with which the meet pro¬ gressed were noted by all. Santa Rosa, the winner of the meet and the cup, was especially well pleased with the way affairs were counducted, and extended their praise to us. The School winning three N. W. S. L. meets first is to be awarded the challenge trophy presented by the league. The Petaluma meet was the first in which the cup was in¬ volved. Santa Rosa is the only school to have a victory, and Petaluma yet has hopes. , One of the reasons for Petaluma’s sussess in athletics this term, was the addition to the high school faculty of Mr. Binkley. Every night Mr. Binkley assist¬ ed the boys in their training, and succeeded in bringing them up to a higher standard. The track team is thank¬ ful to him for his service, and all hope to have him at Petaluma again next term. The one thing that the Petaluma track team needs is a good relay team. Had our relay team been up to stand¬ ard and had it pulled second in the Petaluma meet, we would have had the pleasure of winning. Next term more effort is to be put into developing a strong relay team, and certain men will be specialized for this work as for any other event. According to a section of the student body rules, athletes winning first and second places in scheduled league meets are entitled to wear the block “P.” The members of the present track so honored are: Brown, Smith, Tonnigsen, Peloquin, McKinney, Dykes and Oxender. 45 — What a vast contract there is between the spirit and interest of the school this term toward athletics, and that of last term! In previous meets, Petaluma could not figure high because of the fact that there were not enough men training. What there were were good enough, but the small number weakened our chances ' of success. But this term all is different. There were more than double the number training, the old members of the team im¬ proving greatly; we also had good material in our new comers. Behind all this was the loyal support of the whole school. BASEBALL Although our baseball team did not prove very suc¬ cessful last year, we expect to put out a fine team next Spring. Besides the old members of the team, we re¬ ceived good material in our Freshmen. At the close of last term Arthur Kercheval was elected manager and Parker Hall captain. Under these capable leaders, the material should be worked into a strong team, one that should be a contender for the championship. TENNIS Tennis is a new athletic activity taken up by the students of Petaluma High School. Homer Green was elected manager and Arthur Kercheval, captain. Two games were played this term, both with Analv. In the doubles we were represented by Kercheval, Rulhman and Linoberg, Analv winning. Homer Green won the singles. Next term Tennis will be a more prominent activity among us as it has been received with enthusiasm. GIRLS’ BASKET BALL. At the Student Body election last term, Ruth Sta y- ner was elected manager, and this term Martha Wessels was elected captain of the Girls’ Basket Ball team. Un¬ der their coach, Mr. Binkley, a member of the faculty the team has shown great improvement. A game was played with Tomales High School on November 14. The result was 7 to 26, in favor of Petaluma, and shows that we are still to be reckoned with in Girls’ Basket Ball. The lineup for the game was as follows: Goalers: Edith Gale, Majorie Barber. Guards: Aline Barber, Dora Jorgensen. Center: Ruth Stayner. Side Center: Bessie Skilling, Martha Wessels. Substitute: Emma Weiman. BOYS BASKET BALL. Under the able leadership of Hebe Dykes as manager and Homer Green as captain, the boys set out early for fall practice. Not one of the members of last year’s bas¬ ket ball team was found at school this term, which, therefore meant that new unexperienced material had to be worked in. Although we won only one of the three games played this term the boys played well in each case. The games and their results are:: Santa Rosa .25 Petaluma.11 Tomjales .36 Petaluma .15 Sonoma .12 Petaluma .22 “There’s fun in everything we meet. The greatest, worst, and best; Existence is a merry treat And every speech a jest.” “Eat” Boyer had no more than finished reading a quotation ending with the word “hell” when a loud crackling, as of the striking of a match, was heard in his direction. Helen 0. (in charge of class): “Harold, what did you do that for?” Harold: “Well I tho’t tliat’d be good to emphasize the last word.” Hebe (passionately): “Ruth T want to tell you some¬ thing I’ve never told another before, I feel as though I know you-you well enough now. You-oo-oo.” Ruth (embarassed): “Yes-yes. Go on, I’ll listen.” Hebe (bravely): “You forgot to button your waist.” Lazy people should be transformed into rivers; then they could stay in their beds. — 48 — Mr. Binkley was on his way to school when Ray Winans ran head first into him as he was about to turn the corner. After he had recovered ,from the shock he said “What ’s the hurry Ray?” Ray W:: “Aw I was just trying to keep two boys from fighting. ’’ Mr. B: “ Who are they ? ’ ’ Ray W: “Well I am one of them.” A stranger was standing in the school yard, and see¬ ing one of the boys on the porch, asked who that distin¬ guished person was. “Well” was the reply, “that person is one in whom our school takes great pride. He is the Hon. Hebe Dykes the only person in Petaluma who can strut sitting down.” “Buy a trunk Pat,” said a trunk dealer. “And what for should I buy a trunk?” asked Pat To put your clothes in” was the answer. “And go naked?” exclaimed Pat, not a bit of it.” (Ex.) Gladys Corry (To Ruth Stavner in English): “Say Ruth, why is Ralph Harrington like a spondee?” Ruth S: “I am sure I don’t know.” Gladys C.: “Because he has two long feet.” Three thousand miles of safety razor blades placed in a row would reach from New York tp San Francisco. If they were placed in the opposite direction they would reach from San Francisco to New York. Audrey S: “Say, ‘Fat’ I’ve got a dog that’s nearly thirty inches high.” “Fat” Boyer: “That’s nothing, I have one that stands over four feet.” The High School Days Have their delights, But can’t compare W ith the High School nights. (Ex) Miss Pol land (in Latin 2 a): “Please read the last part of “The Death of Pet Sparrow.” Ethel N: “Ad solan dominam usque pipiabat.” Grace M. (butting in): “He died of the pip.” The pupils were discussing home work in Botany 2B Lenord Myers: “I have to study Latin two hours.” Miss Daniel: “Don’t talk Latin to me.” Lenord M.: “I can’t. Walter Murphy (leaning against the stove in the Study Hall): “I smell cabbage burning.” Erwin Tompkins: “Sure. Get your head away from that stove.” “Can I sell you a Shakespeare?” said a book agent to a German vender in liquid refreshments. “No,” was the reply. “I ha’f Schlitz Beer und Blatz Beer und I don’t want no Shak.esbeer. (Ex) Miss Polland (to the boys at the Glee Club practice) “You want to hold the “dear.’’ Albert Adams. “Just leave that to me.” DON’TS FOR THE FRESHMEN Don’t feel peeved if your new pencil is missing as it lias probably found a welcome resting place in one of your upperclassmen’s pockets. Don’t waste your time gazing out of tlie window. You will see enough of the world when you grow up to be Seniors. Don’t go plodding around the study hall as if you owned it. This privilege is reserved for Sophomores. Don’t fall in love with the faculty. They may smile a you but they don’t really mean it. It was the night after the field meet in Petaluma and Ivan McKinney, proud of his success of having won two medals, took his girl to the “Louvre.” “Silvia,” he said, “you can have anything you want on the menu. Shall I read it off to you!’’ “No,” she replied, “just read it off to the waiter.” “Johnny, I don’t believe you’ve studied your geo¬ graphy. ’ ’ “No mum, I heard Pa say the map was changing every day and I tho’t I would wait a few years till things got settled. (Life.) Miss Shaw (in Domestic Science): “Did that fisher¬ man who stopped here have frog legs?” Dorothy H.: “I don’t know Miss Shaw, he had on long pants.” “What could be more sad than a man without a country?” (feelingly asked a teacher.) “A country without a man,” responded a pretty girl. NOTICE For good looking people only. (( -peouoo oip pu jo ‘pe .„ A temperance lecturer was enthusiastically de¬ nouncing the use of all intoxicants. “I wish all the beer, all the wine, all the whiskey in the world was at the bottom of the ocean,” he said. Hastily Pat rose to his feet. “Sure, and so do I, sor,” he shouted. I wish every bit of it was at the bottom of the sea.” As they were leaving the hall the lecturer encount¬ ered Pat. “I certainly am proud of you,” he said, “It was a brave thing for you to rise and say what you did. Are you a teetotaler?” “No, indade, sor,” answered Pat. “I’m a diver.” (Life) Erwin T. “Why does Josephine McGovern shut her eyes when she sings?” Elwood B: “Oil, poor girl, she’s so tenderhearted she hates to see us suffer.” Dick Brown: “Don’t you think that blue suits are useful? One can wear them out almost anywhere.” Homer Green: ‘ ‘ Yes, but I find mine wear out at the seat.’’ Miss Hesse (to her class): “There are a number of different kinds of Jews, such as German Jews, Rus¬ sian Jews, American Jews and—” Arthur P.: “Grape juice.” Teacher: “Class, who can give me a sentence with ‘income’?” Immediately a small hand was raised in the back of the room. “Well, what is it Tommy?’’ Tommy: “I opened the door and income a cat.” Dick Brown (after Student Body meeting): “Those fellows in the back of the room made so much noise this morning that I could not hear what I was saying.” C .Maggetti: “Well Dick, I don’t think you missed very much anyway.” Smallibus boyibus kissa girlorum, Girlibus likabus, wanta somorum, Papabus seea kissa girlorum. Kickabus bovabus outa the doorum. Boyabus kiss a girlorum nomorum. (Ex.) Mr. Smith (in American history): “Hebe, why was England behind Spain in colonizing America?” Hebe: “Because Spain got there first.” Eric T : “Say Ivan I don’t see how you get to school on time?” Ivan M.: “Oh, my hair curls naturally.” Miss Daniel (in Phys. Geog.) : “When a train starts do you go forward or backward.?” Clifford Stice: “You stand still.” The better some people know themselves the more suspicious they are others. I had an awful dream last night, I must have been in the Emerald Isle, For everywhere I chanced to look Green seemed to be the prevailing style. And out of all this dazzling green A greener thing came up to me And right out LOUD it spoke, Fright ning me so that I woke; And mutt’ring prayers I’d learned by rote, I turned to see-Elzada’s COAT . Arthur P. and Ruth S. studying a bean leaf in Bot¬ any. Arthur P: “Say Ruth, is there a stipule on your bean?” And Ruth immediately ran to the mirror. “You can’t go out like that, my dear, I can see right through your skirt.” “Why, what do you see?” “Two legs.” “Well, that’s all I’ve got!” (Life) Martina, in a local store for an ad, inquired of a bow-legged clerk for the manager. “Just walk this way” was the reply. “Gee, I can’t!’’ she snickered. For swallowing purposes a safety pin is eleven and a half times more dangerous than a gum drop. Helen 0. (in charge of Amer. Hist. Class.)): “What were the first ten commandments?” The maiden lady of uncertain age became very in¬ dignant when the census taker asked her age. “Did you see the girls next door?” she asked; “the Hill twins ? ” L “Certainly,” replied the census man. “And did they tell you their age?” “Yes.” “Well,” she snapped as she shut the door in his face, “I’m just as old as they are!” “Oh, very well,’’ said the census man to himself, and he wrote in his book: “ Jane Johnson- as old as the Hills.” Dark, street, Banana peel, Fat man, Virginia reel. We never laugh at teacher’s jokes Because the point we see, We always laugh at teacher’s jokes Because it’s policy. (Ex) “Why are young ladies at the breaking up of a party, like arrows?” asked a bashful boy. Wise Guy: “Because they can’t go off without a beau and they are all in a quiver till they get one.” “I want to see something in waists.” “What bust?” “I didn’t hear anything, did you?” Too many quarrels are picked before they are ripe An Englishman and an American were looking down the mouth of a volcano. “Isn’t it awful,” exclaimed the American, “It re¬ minds me of Hades.” “My, but you Americans travel!” answered the Englishman. Miss Prutzman (in Eng.): “What was the name of Caesar’s wife?” Answer: “Mrs. Caesar.” It is impossible for a man to love his neighbor as himself if that neighbor is an amateur cornet player. Mr. Smith (after a little talk): “Now I’m going to give Way to Mr. Binkley.” Silently one by one, in the class books of the teach¬ ers Blossom the neat little zeros, the forget-me-nots of the teachers. (Ex) Hebe D.: “Did you ever take chloroform?” Jared S.: “No, who teaches it.” A tack can stand on its head all day without getting red in the face or becoming dizzy. The dark spots on blotting paper are frequently caused by the absorption of ordinary writing ink. COMPLIMENTS OF 112 Main St. Petaluma Cal. Make Gift Buying a Pleasure Come to the store where every department is crowded with the best gift ideas in the world—things to wear—and you’ll see the finest display of gift goods you could hope for. W. A. TOUGH PEATLUMA. CALIFORNIA PHONE 141-J The Place to Northern Crown Publishing Co. ? EAT PARIS CAFE Kahn’s Printing Grocery GROCERIES AND FEED 267 MAIN ST., PETALUMA Lower Main Street The Fair.. JOS. SCHOENINGH, Prop. For Toys, Dolls and Christmas Novelties. 119 Kentucky Street. TOMASINI H ' DW. CO. Eleciric Shoe Compn y Electric Repairing Plant, Quick W. F. OELTJEN P. T. VORIS PHONE 284-R 12 9 Kentucky St., next to P. O. Way mire and Winchester Kentucky Street DRESS PUMPS CARRY A FUEL LINE OF YOUNG MEN’S K1 assy Kloth es y YSTIQ THEATRE THE VAUDEVILLE HOUSE Ricci s Shoe Store 154 MAIN STREET Christmas Gift A NICE WARM SLIPPER FROM. AGNEW’S 19 Western Ave. ‘W Vaudeville on Saturdays and Sundays. Special aim to secure best talent. Matinee Sundays at 2:30 P. M. Moving Pictures daily at 5 cents except on above days. Under the management of J. A. McNEAR, Jr. EcRer ' s Barber Spop Ror Class ALWAYS CONSULT WITH RAYMOND BROTHERS FOR RELIABLE PRICES ON RELIABLE GOODS GEM THEATRE STRICTLY FIRST-CLASS MOTION PICTURE PETALUMA’S MOST POPULAR AMUSEMENT RESORT. Our large stock open for your inspection BEAUTIFUL AND LUSTROUS DIAMONDS ROSS Jeweler and Optician Watches, Diamonds Silverware, Jewelry The Wardrobe A. L. PHILLIPS, Prop. Clothing and Furnishings for Men, Young Men and the Juvenile You can always get some¬ thing for nothing. In the way of advico. VISIT OUR Seed Plant Store Opposite the Postoffice. W. J. HICKEY Phone 487 PHONE 75 9 121 WASHINGTON ST. Petaluma Electrical Works ELECTRICAL CONTRACTOR Electrical Supplies and Appliances. W. J. GUGLIELMETTI, Proprietor. BUY THAT SUIT AND OVERCOAT —AT— Mattel Bros. The Home of L System Clothes for Young Men. HEAD QUARTERS FO R FINE GOODS; FINE WORK E. I. OAMM JEWELER REMEMBER STUDENTS! 161 KENTUCKY ST vivt QUOAD V1VAM u£ K ELLY The TAILOR ELLYPHONE 97 R ABLE ADDRESS: Kellyhan 2 PIECE SUIT $ 20.00 Rooms: 9 to 12., McNear Bldg. 119 Main St., Phone 630-R ELMQUIST CONSERVATORY OF MUSIC Piano, Voice, Organ, Violin,Mandolin, Guitar, Harmony, History of Music. J. LAWRENCE ELMQUIST Piano Dep’t. C. MORTIMER CHAPIN Violin Dep’t. WHEN YOU WANT GOOD CANDY AT LOWEST PRICES IN PETALUMA, REMEMBER THE NAME Leavitt’s ILLURO Piano Polish C. M. Chapin, F. J. Greene, G. C. Holbrook Baldwin, Howard, Ellington and Hamilton Pianos—Manu- alo Players. Chapin Holbrook Modern Musical Merchandise, —Musical Instruments—Sheet Music—Tuning and Repairing. Phone Petaluma 8, 105 Main St., Petaluma, Cal. The highest-priced movinfg picture known is Mona Lisa. 15-10 and 25c Store Kentucky Sreet A. Anderson Jas. Anderson Physicians and Surgeon Office Prince Bldg. Phone 382, Res. Phone 41. HIGHEST CASH PRICES PAID FOR EGGS at E. E. DREES —Dealer In— POULTRY, EGGS, GREEN DRIED FRUITS, Hides, Tallow, Game, etc. PHONE 92-R. Bon Marche Dyeingand Cleaning Wks . — r — . . . . RAYMOND MOMROISSE, Proprietor Ladies’ and Gents’ Clothing 110 KENTUCKY STREET, PETALUMA, CAL DODGE, SWEENEY CO. EGG DEPARTMENT, 145 KENTUCKY STREET. 132 Main Street Established 1856 JOS. STEIGER Guns, Fishing Tackle, Sporting Goods, Motorcycles and Bicycles Call and see the 1914 Model Indian Motorcycles. Roach Co. GROCERS Main Street and Western Ave Phone Main 368 Dependable Bicylces and Repairing G. M. Baker a Petaluma, California You Ought to be Well! The surest and quickest way to get well is to nourish and purify your blood by using the “LUM’S CHINESE HERB REMEDIES”— the nature’s own remedy that has been in use for 4,000 years in China. FREE CONSULTATION AT Hung Lum Tea Herb Co. Xmas Specialties -FOR- YOUR GIRL FRIEND -AT- REED’S 141 Kentucky St., Phone 319 WE SELL FOR LESS 2-H Cash Store 2-H 23 Washington St., Phone 23 GROCERIES, LIGHT HARD¬ WARE 113 Western Ave., Continental Hotel Bldg., Petaluma, California SEE HIM AT 170 SALB PORTRAITS HAVE THAT DIFFERENT ROOK THAT DISINGUISH- ES THE PORTRAIT FROM A MERE PHOTOGRAPH. MAIN STREET. NEWBURGH CO., Inc. HANDKERCHIEFS The Holiday Stock for men, women and children is now com¬ plete. Selection may be made from the largest assortments ever shown by NEWBURGH CO., Inc. MAGNIFICENT ANNIS FURS We carry the highest class Furs obtainable and at prices that are moderate, considering character. WOOLEN DRESS GOODS and COATINGS Come in and let us tell you about the latest “MERITE” Nov¬ elties. Our “Little Paris Shop” is sure to interest you. NEWBURGH CO , Inc. 107 and 109 MAIN ST. PETALUMA, CAL PARKER GORDON HOGS, CALVES, HIDES and HAY. GRAIN, FEED, LIME AND CEMENT. Office, 368 Main Street. -USE- PACIFIC SERVICE -it is- PERFECT SERVICE KIND AND COURTEOUS TO ALL Pacific Gas Electric Co. 136 Main St., Phone 2 Petaluma, Calif. W. DRESBACH LUMBER and MILL WORK 3rd and B Sts., Phone 15. Petaluma, Cal. The Petaluma National Bank The Affiliated Banks “z: Combined Resources in Excess of Two Million Seven Hundred Thousand Petaluma Music House Representing LYON HEALY, Largest Music House in the world, and Famous CABLE-NELSON PLAYER PIANO. 161 KENTUCKY STREET PETALUMA, CAL. MoTHING ON EARTH WILL PAY AS WE FOR THE SPACE IT OCCUPIES The Petaluma Incubator Factory is the nucleus around which has grown the great poultry industry of this vicinity, the great¬ est in the world, an industry which presents monumental testi¬ mony to the efficiency of Petaluma Incubators. Students of all classes, even to Graduates of the largest uni¬ versities in the world use the Petaluma Incubator in their poul¬ try enterprises. Petaluma Incubators are bringing success to every place on earth where they are used. They will bring success to you. More about them in our large Catalogue free for the asking. Perhaps you will be interested in knowing how to raise chick¬ ens by the best method. The Petaluma Continuous Fresh-air Brooder means more and better chicks raised, least expense, most profit. A large circular explaining the ideal system will be furnished on application. PETALUMA INCUBATOR CO. Indianapolis, Ind. Petaluma, California. COLUMBIA BICYCLES —Standard of the World SC1I LUCRE BIER HARDWARE CO.—Agents FOR HOME MADE BREAD and PIES go to— PRESHAW’S Home Bakery Fine Cakes a specialty. Hot Rolls every day. Coffee Club Building. Van Marter Bakery and Restaurant 14 Western Ave., Phone 33 J GO TO THE MAZE for most everything for everybody 173 Main Street, 17-19-21 Washington Street. PETALUMA, CAL. Wayne ' s Where work of quality and a desire to give entire satisfaction is the aim. Upon these principles your patronage is solicited. I) ]7 Y MERCANTILE IVINA- COMPANY ERNEST HOBBIE, Prop. HARDWARE PLUMBING No. 5 Main Street Petaluma, Calif. RITE THE GREAT AMERICAN EAGLE MOTOR CYCLE AND KEEP OUT OF THE DUST With the full grip control, free engine clutch. Powered with the famous De Luxe Motor, built by the American Motor Co. of Brockton, Mass. 5-6 H. P. single; 9-12 H. P. twin. Sold by JASON DAVIS. Main Garage, Petaluma. STEAM VULCANIZING. No steam ships have put in at Santa Rosa since America was discovered. Don’t Travel to some other city and spend your money for a VICTOR TALKING MACHINE or an EDISON PHONOGRAPH when you can buy the same thing at the same price and terms and the have the benefit of our personal care of the instrument after you own it. We keep them running smoothly without expense to you. Isn’t that worth some¬ thing? THE CENTRAL MUSIC HOUSE, 129 Main St., Petaluma. Have been the standard for many years, They always lead. AVe also carry a complete line of FEED and POULTRYMEN’S Re¬ quisites. H. J. POEHLMAN PETALUMA MEAT MARKET Phone 321 Petaluma, Calif. HALL, PECK KAMP ...Dealers in... CLOAKS, SUITS and MILLINERY 125 Main St. Telephone 56 This is the place for Men’s and Young Men’s Clothing CHRISTMAS TIME The MEANS JEWELRY TIME, and I have the largest and best select¬ ed stock in the county and at the smallest prices. Call and see. Toggery GEO. G. DAUNT LEADING JEWELER Northrup-Myers Harness Company Dealers in and Manufacturers. of HARNESS, SADDLES, AVHIPS, ROBES, HALTERS, ETC., Chamois, Sponges, Brushes, Bits, Spurs Boots, Curry Combs. Repairing of all kinds. 34 Washington St., opposite Union Stables. Phone 194 R TV T X7YY TCT?1V hay, grain, cement, Petaluma, Cal. iVI. V V 1 Oily IV PROVISIONS MILLINERY—Tliat Pleases. WAISTS—That have Class. PRICES—That are Attractive FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL GIRL. BON TON Millinery and Waists 124 Main St., Next to Chamber of Commerce. It “WOOD” be a “COAL” day if your fuel was not bought from Stone Bros. Coal to Burn Furniture Stored Transfer to and from San Francisco A. J. McPhail Draying and Express San Francisco Office, 125 Davis St., Cor. Sacramento, Phone Douglas 4066. Petaluma Office 210 Main St., Phone, Main 30. Res. Phone, 155 J. at G. P. McNear Co. SI in a r l S|j|j?|i Skip? Ifpju ' p Skip? 0 111 U 1 l , U 1 J 11 U 11 U 11 U U Style Comfort Good Wear- buy ] _ 1 1 1 g U l) 1 II ll 11 l I O • k « rv | CAPITAL - - $250,000.00 Petaluma Swiss-American Bank set 4 PER CENT INTEREST PAID ON SAVINGS AND ON TIME CERTIFICATES We serve Electricity, May we serve you? Great Western Power Company 17 Main St. Phone 713 WM. F. FARRELL Manufacturer of and dealer in ■ Wagons and Carriages 301-307 Main St.. Petaluma, Calif. The Globe Theater THE BEST PICTURES AND THE BEST MUSIC. Pictures changed daily. See that Universal Program. 138 Kentucky St. Petaluma, Califf. Phone 241 R AH kinds of Repairing (MS. H. WILSON HARNESS AN1) HORSE GOODS Blankets, Robes, Whips, Sponges, Chamois. Wagon Covers Made to Order. Lower Main Street Petaluma, Calif. w | vi vw m t We ave h a d 20 years’ experience at Petaluma and vicinity. 1 1 U S 11 M (Ml i II ( After graduating, let us show you how to make a right start in IfW 111 III 1 1 IV V, life. Remember all wealth comes from the earth. MOTTO — • W • AM V Ami A VV • “Invest in Real Estate.” 170 Main Street, Petaluma, California. U. S. Hotel Bldg., Sebastopol, Calif. 656 Market St., San Francisco, Cal. VINCENT FURNITURE - J. MORRIS HOSPITAL MEN’S AND BOYS’ SHOES AND REPAIRING 8 Western Ave., Petaluma Washington Hotel Rooms are the Best and Cheapest Washington and Main Streets The Combined Banks... The Sonoma (Bounty National Bank The Petaluma Savings Bank COMBINED CAPITAL AND SURPLUS - - $725,000.00 COMBINED RESOURCES OVER - - $2,715,000.00 PAY LESS AND DRESS BETTER BY BUYING YOUR NEXT SUIT AND OVERCOAT AT BARRY’S 165 Main St. Petaluma, Cal. 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