Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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Augramua As, at dawn, the softest whispered chirping, When the early crimson tints are glowing, All the stillness of the air usurping, haint at first, but slowly louder growing. Swells until the melody o’erflowing Bursts from every throat with animation, Joining nature’s mighty orchestration; So, as onward years go swiftly fleeting. Sweeter may the memory returning Of the happy days so fast retreating, Of high hopes all opposition spurning, Of deep friendships in our bosoms burning, Daily grow and fill our hearts with pleasure At our faith requited to the fullest measure. As a brooklet gently onward flowing, Over stones and fallen branches splashing, Ever bit in volume growing, Over waterfall and boulder crashing, rhrough deep valleys, smiling woodlands dashing, drains at last a calm majestic motion Sweeping forward proudly to the ocean; May our friendship thus for one another, Growing ever from a warm affection io the love of toiler for the brother Of his labors, surely find direction From the author of our high election Gaining rest, at last, in love eternal When life’s twilight melts today supernal. THEO. A. PELOQUIN. 17

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The trunk belonged to Malina’s aunt, her father’s only sister, who had made her home with them for many years. She had been a strong minded old lady, who had had no great opinion of her sister-in-law, and had died leaving her not one cent of her hoard, which was thought to be considerable. The question was where she had left it? She ha d made no will. One thing she had said was, that if Mrs. Mellberg ever had sense enough to make over the clothes in the trunk she could. After her death a thorough search had been made of the house, but noth¬ ing had been found. The old trunk had been searched time and time again without success, and at this time it had passed out of the minds of everyone. The thought of the trunk haunted Malina as she busied herself about the room. “There’s no use in look¬ ing through that trunk again,” she argued with herself. “I’ve huntd and hunted and never found anything but old clothes and moth balls.” Argue as she would the trunk finally got the better of her. “Well, while mother is sleeping, I’ll just go up there and look around. It won’t hurt the old things to get turned over and have a breath of fresh air.” Upstairs she went and knelt before the trunk. “Here’s a black silk dress Aunt Elsie must have worn sometime before the war. There’s enough cloth in that to make a dress for every woman in town, I believe.” She put that dress aside and picked up another. “Her’s one that my great grandmother must have worn. There was a for¬ tune spent in getting the cloth for those two dresses alone. This is a walking suit and this, oh yes, that is Aunt Elsie’s graduation dress. That was worn about forty years ago. It looks as if it might fit me. Guess I’ll try it on.” By this time she had forgotten what she was searching the trunk for and thought only about the dress. When she had it on she stepped to the glass to view it. “There now, that looks pretty fine, I’m sure. Just a little short in the sleeves and the skirt could be a bit longer. I’U make short sleeves, take out some of the fullness, lower the hem and it will be splendid.” No sooner said than done. She took a knife and rip, rip, rip went the threads. She had not ripped more than about a foot of the hem when something fell out. She stooped over and to her amazement found a hundred dollar bill. She ripped on and bills kept falling out. “So this is the reason Aunt Elsie wanted us to be sure and keep her trunk. Who would have thought to rip up an old dress to find a for¬ tune? Now, that I have the secret, I’ll just rip some more.” Rip she did and with the same success. Gathering up the money and dresses she ran downstairs, three steps at a time, all excitement. Her heart beat so fast and thumped so hard that she held one hand over her mouth to prevent its escape. “Mother, oh mother! Look! Come quick! I’ve found—“When she entered the room her mother was sitting up, dazed from the sud¬ den awakening. Is the house afire, Malina?” she whimpered. “No, indeed, but just look here. I found it in Aunt Elsie s trunk. I tried this dress on and it was too short, so I opened the hem and this fell out and then I ripped the hems of a few more and kept finding more. I guess we’ll have enough to pay that mortgage with now.” Friday night came with Mr. Dennis on hand. There never was, before or after, in the town of Auckland, a more surprised or disappointed man than was Mr. Dennis when Malina handed him the five hundred dollars with one year’s interest and requested him to sign the mort¬ gage paid and the agreement closed. RUTH C. ANDERSON.

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luatttpss “Well, Nancy,” said Eben ,after he had smoked thought¬ fully for several minutes, “I been athinkin’. Tbday when I tuk them sheep to Beanville I stopped at the hotel an’ I got atalkin’ to one o’them there real estate men that’s sellin’ lots ’tother side o’ Beanville. He says to me, says he, ‘Business is business.’ An’ he’s right, I been athinkin’.” “Well, nobody ain’t said—” started Nancy. But Eben went right on: “He says we oughta be mak- in’ a sight o’ money off this old farm, an’ here we be, Nancy, gettin’ along from day t’ day, never savin’ up for— well, we ain’t old yet, but—System—yes, system’s the word that man used, an’ he says that’s what we gotta have to make things run right, an’ everything ’round has gotta have its place an’ do its work. He’s right, I been athink ¬ in’; he’s right, Nancy.” “Out with it, Eben! Out with it!” Nancy eyed her husband sharply. “I know y’ got a scheme of some kind. Y’ may’s well tell me first as last. Land sakes, when will you stop gettin’ them notions in your head? Somebody has always gotta put an idee in yer head that you ain’t never thought of, and then—mercy! I’m fergettin’ to feed the cats.” Eben sat alone and smoked in silence while his wife fed seven noisy cats. She scolded them and petted them and her voice came in clear and sharp to Eben. “Well, he said to himself, “I’m goin’t’ have my way for once now, no matter what Nancy says.” “Now, you can tell me, Ebenezer Perkins, what yer Husiuras grand scheme is. What is it yer aplannin’ to do now?” Nancy demanded when she returned. “Well, as I was asayin’, I been athinkin’ that that there man was right, and as I rid home I thought that we may’s well try a plan. Now, old Dolly out there in the barn— she ain’t adoin’ no good noways, only eatin’ her head off. She’s too old for plowin’, an’—I might get rid o’ her to Parks; he buys old horses to take to Westfield. An’, Nancy, can you tell me why we must have seven cats alayin’ ’round adrinkin’ all the milk that we may’s well sell? Tom’s plenty to catch all the mice there’ll ever be around here. Them cats I could easy get rid of, an’ then there’s Don, an’ Prince, an’ Tan, an’ Rover, an’ who says one dog ain’t enough to watch this house? Now, them dogs could be sold in Beanville easy, an’ then—busi¬ ness is business, an’ we gotta run this farm accordin’ to that rule. Lord, Nancy! We’ll be hand over fist in money next year. Economy—that’s what we want.” “Eben Perkins, I’m surprised! Sell, old Dolly that we had so long? Eben, don’t y’ remember the day we was married we drove up here an’ everything was new an slick and Dolly so young and frisky-like? She’s worked for us many a long year, Eben, an—no! y’ can’t do it. An lor them cats an’ dogs—we had ’em a long time now ana they’re such comp’ny, too, when you’re gone in the day¬ time. Besides, Bessie, the darlin’, just loves ’em all.” Eben was not to be moved. His wife decided to say no more about it and allow him to carry out his own plans. 18