Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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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—