Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1917 volume:

H Ri AIT Py R P R Ik TPi @n the iflrnumt of William If. ifarri ' ll A aitum Jflrmtit, a utiap AtBriaer attii Noble Watt, lltia iBBtte ia lefctratrii WALTER O. SMITH—Principal. Ph. B., University of California Graduate Student. Civics, History Mathematics. Economics. MISS NINA L. BEAUCHAMP, B. L., University of California. Commercial Branches. THOLOW BINKLEY, A. B., Stanford University. Graduate Student. Physics, Manual Training. Mechanical Drawing. MISS EMMA F. DANIEL, B. S., University of California. Medical Student in University of California, College of Med¬ icine. Science. MISS KATHERINE LINDSAY, University of California. Latin. MISS LAURA I. NAGEL, A. B., A. M., Stanford University German, Drawing. MISS EMMA V. HESSE, B. S., University of California. Mathematics, English. MISS ANNA M. PARRY, MISS HELEN M. PERKINS, Stout Institute. University of California. Domestic Science. English. MISS HELEN C. PRUTZMAN, A. B., University of California. Cogswell Polytechnic College. English, Music. ALVAH B. WAY, Ph. B., A. M., Ottawa University Heald’s Business College. A. B., Stanford University. Commercial Branches. MISS MADGE WOODMAN, B. L., University of California. Graduate Student. rustory. (Hlasa of ’17 iMottO: ‘IGahor UtttrU ©ntoia” GHaaa JfUuupr Spi Soap (£laaa (Colora (SMi� Soar aoJi tlupr draiutataa WALTER DUNCAN ANDERSON ALINE MAE BARBER HELEN MAY BARKER ERWIN LAWRENCE BARKER KALAH DARLENE BECK MATILDA MARIA BECKER MARIAN BEATRICE BOWMAN GERTRUDE FRANCIS BOWMAN 1LMA ROSALIND BOYSEN ADOLPH PAUL BRIESH VICTORIA MARGARET CASAROTTI IRVING PETER CHRISTIE EDITH DAVIDSON NEYDA GENEVIEVE DOSS BLANCHE WORTH DYKES DAISY LOUISE GEORGE MABEL LORENE GEORGE GERTRUDE IRENE GREEN GLADYS MARGARET GREEN WILLIAM FREDRICH HAHN DOROTHY ELIZABETH HALL ALTA WAUNOMA HANSEN RALPH IRVING HARRINGTON MARTHA MARIE HART THURLOW AINSWORTH HASKELL MILDRED VIOLA HOGAN CLAUDE KENNETH HOOVER OLIN EDGAR HOPKINS MERVYN LESLIE LATSON WALTER LAWRENCE MARIE CATHERINE MARTIN BILL KINGSLEY MILNER RUTH ALETHA McCARGAR CHARLES HAROLD McCULLOUGH RAYMOND JOHN BAPTIST MOMBOISSE, Jr. ALBERT GEORGE NUSBAUM DOROTHY JESSIE OLMSTED FRANK PARRY EDITH MARTHA RAYMOND DALLAS NEWELL RUHLMAN ALMA DOROTHY RUNGE PETER WILLIAM SCHOENINGH DORA ARTEMIA TRAVERSI (Certifinttaa of Profimnrg ANNA MARGARET SCHOENINGH LELAND STANFORD PEDERSON, Jr, JOE BARNUM MILNER HARRY LIONEL SHAW MERVYN LESLIE LATSON Edith Davidson Beatrice Bowman Gertrude Bowman Harold McCullough Olin Hopkins Dallas Ruhlman Bill Milner i Irving Christie Walter Lawrence Ruth McCargar Dorothy Olmsted Frank Parry Martha Hart Gladys Green Waunoma Hansen Ralph Harrington Mabel George Thurlow Haskell Daisy George Mildred Hogan Helen Barker Walter Anderson Neyda Doss William Schoeningh Joe Milner Aline Barber Albert Nusbaum (Commercial) Raymond Momboisse William Hahn lima Boysen Mervyn Latson Dora Traversi Marie Martin Blanche Dykes Gertrude Green Adolph Briesh Matilda Becker Claude Hoover Victoria Casarotti Edith Raymond Dorothy Hall Alma Runge Kalah Beck Erwin Barker (First Prize) H ENDRICK GRATON, or more commonly hailed as “Hen” Graton, was struggling with a collar, which by some mistake had found a place among his own, and he was sweetly uttering words of condemnation on “that square headed” French laundryman. After working himself into a white heat, he suddenly thought of getting a larger size, and he laughed to think he had not thought of it before. At this moment the butler appeared. “ Beg pardon, sir, but your father desires that you come down immed¬ iately, sir. Also, your breakfast is waiting, sir.” “Well, show it around the library till I come down,” and Hen reach¬ ed for another collar. As he came into the dining-room, John Graton gazed steadily at him with admiration in his eyes. He was a good-looking, typical college- bred specimen of an American youth. There was nothing to distin¬ guish him from the average son of a New York bank president, unless it was his well developed physique. His father was proud of his only son, but no one else knew it. “Good morning, Dad,” said Hen cheerfully. “Good morning, my son.” “James said you wished to see me,” he remarked after a time of silence. “Yes,” answered his father, “I do. Hendrick, do you realize that you are twenty-two years old tomorrow? And do you realize that you have been out of college exactly five months and in that time you have not worked five minutes? Also, do you realize that it is time you were doing something?” ‘‘ W liy. Dad, l—1-. ’ ’ “Wait until I am through please. Now understand, I’m not lectur¬ ing you, I’m only leading up to what I want to tell you, which is this: I’ll wager that you can’t take twenty-five dollars, see one strange land, and, before a year has passed, return home with a thousand dollars and a wife. If you win there will be a two thousand dollar bank check for you and a two hundred and fifty a week position waiting down at the New York National. But if you lose, you will be compelled to keep on work¬ ing and supporting yourself until my death. What 1 ask you to do is nothing exceptional. Now if you have something to say, say it.” Hen had a hundred things to say, but what he said was not one of the hundred, for he found himself telling his father, “Dad, I’m beginning to realize that I’ve been about as lazy and shiftless as a coon in a water¬ melon patch, and I — well, I — Dad, I’ll go you on that bet!” .— 27 —- T H E ENTERPRISE ’17 He leaned forward with a sudden determination, and sat on the edge of the chair, so poised, until his father rose and put his hand on his shoulder. If the old adage “Variety is the spice of life,” be true, then Hendrick Graton was well and highly seasoned. Eleven months had passed since the day of the wager, and he had been in five different states and now he was in the sixth, California. He had taken his twenty-five dollars, given it to the agent in New York, and asked to go as far west as he could. The kind man gave him a ticket to Guthrie, Illinois, and while the train was waiting at Chicago —for Guthrie was twenty miles from there—Hen took a stroll around the station. As the engineer could not wait ten minutes for him, he left. That was the beginning of his luck. His next piece befell him on the University football field. He was getting along swimmingly and the five dollars that was promised if he would play as a IT. C. member, was nearly his; but just as he was kicking the deciding goal, his foot slip¬ ped—! He managed to procure his coat and trousers as he ran through the gym. When he had out-distanced his frenzied pursuers, he sat down in a park to take an inventory. All he had was his suit, a foot-ball outfit, and a pair of spiked shoes. So he pawned all that was not his own, purchased a pair of shoes and a hat, and with a few remaining cents, sent the pawn ticket to the football manager at the University. This was his only affair in Chicago. A later month found him in Colorado, and it also found a new Hen Graton. He was healthy and happy and willing to work at anything, and he had saved fifty dollars. He figured it up. “Fifty, or one-twen¬ tieth of wliat I must have, and I’ve ten months left to raise the other nine fifty. But at this rate I’ll only have three hundred at the end of my year. Ah, ’tis a cruel world,” and he sighed, smilingly. If all the attempts that Hen made, were to be briefly written, this would be a volume and not a short story. In short, he dabbled in every¬ thing that looked like money—herded sheep, kept books, spent a week as a circus acrobat, tried the “movies,” was deputy sheriff for a day, did a little plumbing, clerked in a hardware store, nearly joined the navy, did a little gold mining, ran an elevator, and posed as a chauf¬ feur—so it went, ad infinitum. The beginning of the eleventh month and he was with a wholesale establishment in San Francisco. He was sent ' to San Diego with instruc¬ tions to buy four tons of raisins, but he found better raisins could be procured around Fresno so he went there and did his buying. The man¬ ager thanked him for his good buy and then fired him for not obeying orders. After receiving his salary, he wandered up to Union Square and sat down to think things over. On the other end of the bench there sat. a man who could have passed as Hen’s twin brother. Hen did not notice this, however, and presently the stranger stood up, yawned and walked — 28 — THE ENTERPRISE ’ 17 hastily away. A few minutes later Graton’s eye fell upon a pocket book under the bench where his double had been sitting. He picked it up and looked it through. It contained twelve dollars and a first-class passage to the Philippines. As he read that word, the words of his father came to him. Here was an opportunity to see a foreign land! Why not? He had found the ticket, why not use it! And the ambition to win his wager blinded him to his honesty. But such is human nature. So he took the ticket, left the wallet and money and hastened to find when his first boat sailed. He found it left at two o’clock that afternoon and also that from then until the end of his voyage his name was to be Harold Blake, for such was the name on the ticket. The first day out, Hen was a victim of sea-sickness and he laughed as he thought of the time lie wanted to join the navy. Be he was able to enjoy the deck sports next day and that night he ventured into the danc¬ ing parlor. Many couples were on the floor and he noticed that only one girl was left without a partner. “By Jove,” he said to himself, “that’s the girl who looked at me so strangely the first day and who has fol¬ lowed my actions so closely. It can’t be that she is trying to flirt, for she doesn’t act as if she were. Well, she’s not bad looking, and she doesn’t look like a “wall-flower” and this is a fine fox-trot, so I’m going to find who and what she is.” And he did, but it was not until the last night of the voyage. They had spent all their time together since the night he first danced with her. Her name was Marion Handon and she lived in New York. They were leaning over the rail, watching the dark water speed by and neither had spoken for quite a time. At last she broke the silence. “You have been a very pleasant companion,” she said, “and I like you a great deal, Mr. Blake, but I — it — it pains me dreadfully to have to tell you that I have had orders to arrest you for embezzling from the New York National Bank.” She showed a detective badge. “I never thought I would care for a man I was sent to capture. You don’t look like a thief.” she added on a second thought. “And I’m not! Why I can prove that I —.” He caught himself. How could he prove it! He had no way of clearing himself, but if he could, if he only could. Five thousand miles from home and proof and in the hands of a lady detective! She was speaking. “ When we get into Manila tomorrow, I am to turn around, bring you back to New York and”— “Did you say that we are going back to New York!” he broke in with surprise. By the time he arrived and cleared himself he would have about one month left to earn the thousand and find a bride — and he cursed his ill luck. As he thought it over he decided to ask the detective if she would let him earn the money before they went back. It was his only hope. t £ — 29 — T H E E N T E ' EPEISE ’17 6 Mar—er— Miss Handon,” and lie looked at her steadily, “If I give you my word of honor, as a gentleman, not to try to escape, will you allow me to work over here until I have made a thousand dollars?” “But why,” she asked, “What do you want with a thousand dollars?” “I can’t tell you just now, but if you will trust me, you will be doing me a great favor, and you will be squaring yourself for arresting me.” He smiled, but as she was convinced that he was the embezzler, she saw no reason for squaring things. “Mr. Blake,” she said, after a long pause, “as I have told you before, I like you and you seem honest. I believe you are. My time is limited to about a week here, so if you want to try that long to get it, you have my permission. How much have you?” He counted it. “One hundred and two dollars.” “Is that all?” she asked wonderingly, for she didn’t see where all the embezzled money had gone. “Well, if you look around you might find some way to invest that money. If you can’t do it in a week, we’ll have to go anyway. I’m giving you a week longer than I should.” And he cursed the man in whom nature had created his double. Four days had passed since Marion Handon and her prisoner arrived in Manila. Hen was patiently and unceasingly searching for a get-rich- quick method. On the fifth day he had found nothing new and so to ease his trouble brain, he and his sponsor walked along the beach below the city. It was the close of day and as the fiery sun sank below 4 the western horizon, the first rays of the moon stretched over the eastern waters. Both were watching the beautiful sight and, heedless of their steps, Hen stumbled over an object in the sand, and out of mere curios¬ ity, he stopped and knelt to see what this object was, in the smooth ex¬ panse of the beach. As his face neared it, a peculiar odor was inhaled through his nostrils. It was sweetish and sickening, and, as he dug around his discovery, it became more noticeable. The girl gave a cry of surprise. “Harold—Mr. Blake, you’ve found it! I know what it is, for I have often heard my old sailor uncle speak of it. It’s ambergris! Just as sure as I’m alive! Now don’t look that way, because I’m going to ex¬ plain righ t away. This stuff is called ambergris. It’s a secretion from whales and it’s awful expensive. You see, it’s used for making perfumes. How many pounds do you think there are?” He had stopped digging while she was talking, but now he dug as a terrier for a rat, and soon he had his prize uncovered. It’s surface was hard, but rather flabby. In fact it resembled an immense piece of kelp, such as is found along the ocean beaches of California. He tried to lift it from the hole, but failed in his attempt. And when Marion saw he was not able to raise it, she said, “We will be leaving Manila tomorrow evening, or else the price of ambergris has gone down.” «— 30 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 But it had not. When the man to whom they sold it paid Hen for two hundred and seventy-five pounds at three and a half a pound, he paid a little over nine hundred and fifty dollars. Three weeks later found John Graton exonerating his son from all guilt. The girl breathed easier as he talked, for she was pleased to find that “Blake” was Hendrick Graton, but she had tried to think “Blake” was innocent, although she couldn’t. When everything was cleared, Hen asked her to dine with him, and when they were seated at the little French restaurant, she began to apologize for arresting him and for thinking him a thief. “Will you please tell me,” she asked suddenly, “why you wanted that thousand dollars?” So lie told her, briefly, of the wager, and of the requirements—except that which demanded that he come home with a wife. He paused on this one and in that pause, his eye fell on a large day calendar. It was the thirtieth of October, the last day of his year! And so then he told her of the marriage requirement, finishing with the old, old, words that have been used a million times. John Graton received a message that afternoon: “Send the $2,000 by messenger to Campau’s. Ring, minister, and a trip to Florida. A double and a whale did it. HEN.” TIIURLOW HASKELL, ’ll —81— TGH] BG10IMY FAT (Junior Prize Story) J OHN RANDOLPH sat peacefully by his cozy fire gazing intently into the blazing coals. For many years lie bad invested, deposited and held on to the great sums of money at bis command. The iron gray hair, the face creased with wrinkles, the lips, firm and thin, showed plainly a selfish, lonely man, one who had never done any one good and thought he never would. But now, while the snow was falling gently outside, and the night getting colder, the man by the fire was reviewing memories, pleasant and otherwise. The flickering, dancing light in front of him, was like a panorama. A series of pictures arose before him. The first was of that afternoon, for when leaving his office, he had seen, standing by a store whose brilliantly lighted windows revealed a showy Christmas display, a tired, shabbily dressed woman, holding onto an excited and ragged little boy. To-night the heart that had frozen and hardened with every winter was having new sensations. A shadow 7 of the past had enteied into his life. It had changed his future to the course that it had taken. Would it change it again! Twenty years ago! It was as vivid as the present. John Randolph was riding a fine horse up the driveway of a stately Virginian home. It was spring. The air was clear, the blossoms sent out their sweetest odors, the birds sang, and with every note of their happy song, the young heart beating with the fire of youth and love, became suddenly aware that on the veranda in front of him, the object of his coming w 7 as talking to another man. Hot, fiery 7 jealousy surged into the breast of John Randolph. He had driven many miles to see the girl alone and here she was, talking with a person whom she had once said she had thought she loved. After the stranger had gone, in some w 7 ay the two young people had quarreled. In a burst of uncontrollable anger, Randolph had return¬ ed to his native state and had remained there through y r ears, sad, long and lonely for him. The past was revealing itself in the flickering flames of the fire. And in his brain, Randolph’s anger burned, then flickered and always he saw the face of the laughing girl, laughing at him for his needless jealousy 7 . The next day, and following that came many days which found him, after office hours, searching for the face of the woman or of the boy. Each day went, with his failure, but he never gave up. Christmas Eve Randolph was taking a drive in his fine, powerful French car. In turning a corner with unn ecessary 7 speed, the wdieels — 32 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 in front skidded and a “newsie” was injured. The chauffeur stopped, and Randolph huried to the assistance of the “confounded nuisance’’ as lie had termed him. As he leaned down to pick up the boy, he saw that it was the one with the woman. The physician attending the little fellow lying white and still on Ran¬ dolph’s bed had said, “Merely a sprained ankle. Send him home tomor¬ row. He has a mother he wants.” And so that was how it happened, that the next morning as the church bells tolled out their accustomed “Peace on earth, good will toward men,” the little “newsie” was rid¬ ing beside Randolph in the latter’s own car and ordering the chauffeur to “147 Houston.” Randolph could hardly restrain himself. He wanted to shout, to dance, to sing, to hold the boy to him, but he didn’t. His stern face never softened, the firm hands never relaxed their hold on the boy. Finally they reached “147.” The boy got out of the car limping. Randolph helped his small charge up endless flights of stairs. Soon the little one opened a door and they entered a room, neat and tidy, rep¬ resenting every room in an ordinary house. By the bed, the woman was kneeling, her hands clasped before her, her face lifted in a silent prayer. The boy cried out “Mama!” In a dazed way the woman arose from the bed. “My darling! My little boy!” Tears of joy and thankfulness streamed down the tired, care-worn face. Something like a lump came in Randolph’s throat. He gazed intently out the window. He was afraid to look around. Would she know him? Would she still care? Whose little boy was it she loved so passionately? Would she come to him? A sort of steady pulsation was beating against his brain. He felt tired. He, John Baxter Ran¬ dolph, was afraid. “Ah, sir, I cannot thank you enough, I can’t — you —.” The man turned. He looked, a strange, undefinable look it was too, into the face of a stranger. Bitter disappointment and a strange, strong feeling of loneliness overcame him. With a great effort he managed to get out of the door of the house. With a still greater effort, he drop¬ ped the incident out of the door of his mind. SUSAN CASTERLINE , ’18. THE YELLOW PEHIL (Sophomore Prize Story ) M Y friend Bill was a queer sort of a fellow. He did everything just opposite to the way most people do things. Bill always had ice cream and soup for breakfast and boiled eggs and figs for supper. He swears in a funny way, too. He speaks very gently and pathetically when he swears. You know that he is saying something, or trying to, but you can’t tell what it is to save your life. It sounds very much like a blessing. A funny thing, too—Bill never sleeps at night—“Nope,” lie goes to bed at nine in the morning and gets up at six-thirty at night. He says, “Folks are foolish to sleep at night. Lots more fun sleeping days and bein’ up nights, so’s you can see what’s goin’ on.” One summer Bill lived in an old shack in the country, away off at no where. Years before it had been a rather good looking house, but when Bill moved into it, it was pretty shaky. All the hinges and locks were rusty; inside everything was damp and musty, but Bill liked it all the better. (It was different from what other folks do). Sometimes, the doors squeaked badly when they were opened. The front lawn needed to be cut, but Bill liked to have the grass long. When he had his furni¬ ture brought up from town, he put the piano in the bathroom, the cook stove in the front room and turned the kitchen into a den. Bill was miles away from any other human being and was now ready to go to house keeping. On the evening of the second day, he got out of bed at his usual hour, ate his ice cream and soup: washed the dishes and went outside. He took a chair outside and tilted it up against the house, where the laun¬ dry was, and was now ready to see the moon rise in the right place and at the right time. Bill wished for a smoke and so he took out of his pocket a great big, black cigar; lighted the end that most people put in their mouths, stuck the other end in his mouth and settled down for quiet dreams. Bill smoked away for awhile, but soon began to grow drowsy—a strange thing, too, for Bill never got sleepy at night. Soon he was asleep and the big, round moon came up and up and up, unseen by Bill, until it was right over his head. During that time a very bold bat had been circling around his head. When Bill awoke, it was late, he knew, but the moon and stars had vanished. It was dark, awfully dark, dark as pitch. A dense fog had set in and the stars and moon could not be seen, not even one star; thd night wind sobbed around the corners of the house and thru the spooky orch¬ ard. An owl hooted from the roof of the old barn. A little skull-like object — 34 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 shone brightly from underneath some bushes and a saucy beetle flying thru the air, struck Bill squarely on the cheek. A tree toad fell into Bill’s lap. He took its cold, clammy body into his hands, and then it was, that Bill’s happiness was complete. Pretty soon, from behind him, in the laundry, came a queer, weird sound, like a snake crawling over dry leaves, and then came a long, drawn out, quivering, painful sigh. Bill was interested (no doubt—he wanted to Ire different from other folks). He dropped the toad into the grass, put his ear to the key-hole and listened, but there was no sound within. Suddenly there came again a groan, then some more sighs. Bill opened the door and went in, closing it behind him. Inside it was dark as 44 a stack of black cats.” He stood listening but all was as still as death. He stood as firm as a stone, while the seconds passed one by one, into minutes, and minutes crowded along into hours—but nothing hap¬ pened. Finally he got up enough courage to sigh. He sighed, and from behind him came a sigh in return; he scuffed his feet and in return, other feet scuffed in answer, and the sobbing started again, growing louder and louder. When it reached its height, he struck a whole bunch of matches, very suddenly. Not a living nor a moving thing did he see, only three or four broken chairs; a wash tub with the hoops gone; a rusty boiler and an old broken down clothes wringer—and that was all. When the last flicker of light went out the sounds began again, even louder than before. Bill was very surprised, but still he sat there, too scared to move a finger. He felt drops of water fall upon his head. He knew it must be raining outside, but he would not stir. The noises grew louder—louder—louder. It seemed to Bill there was some one moving about. Once it came so close that Bill felt its garments brush him. He grabbed it, but it seemed to melt in his grasp. It stopped raining and the slow sun rose. Bill threw open the door and quickly glanced around the room. The tub, chairs, boiler and wring¬ er were in the same places; the yellow walls looked as usual. Bill was determined to solve the mystery. He got an electrician to put in a light with a push-button—so he could turn it on quickly. He sat in the mid¬ dle of the floor for six solitary nights. Nothing happened—he heard no noises at all—until on Wednesday night (just a week from the time he had first heard the noises) they came again. For two hours, he heard the jabbering, scuffing of feet, sighs, sobs and groans. Suddenly he pushed the button. He saw nothing—heard nothing. He had locked every door and window, and still it had disappeared. Wonderingly he got up, went out and locked the door behind him. Next day Bill went to a “Spookest” (as Bill calls a spiritualist) to have the mystery solved. He told the “Spookest” his whole experience. The “Spookest” replied, 44 Well it must be—I will be there next Wed¬ nesday night, to see, hear and solve. I ask but one thing, have the walls whitewashed. ’ ’ Next Wednesday night Bill and the 44 Spookest” were both on hand, — 35 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Bill having had the walls whitewashed. At midnight the sounds started. The “Spookest” said, “I have it—I knew it.” He suddenly turned on the light. Bill said nothing—just gazed around. Over m one cornel he saw-only dimly, a visible form, draped in gauze, and with only long thin, yellow hands showing. The “Spookest” turned out the light, amf turning towards the door, said, “Come, and Bill followed, wrthont R when the “Spookest” had Bill outside he said, “Long ago, a China¬ man died in that house while washing in that tub. I have had some ex¬ periences with ghosts, that’s why I wanted you to whitewash the walls The ghost is yellow and the walls were yellow, that’s why you couldn t see him. You said that you heard scuffling—that was probably Ins san¬ dals. The creaking noise was caused by the old wringer. The chatter¬ ing and jabbering were probably Chinese.” Bill thanked the Spoos.- est” and bade him good-bye. Then he began to think very seriously about his friend, the ghost. The next day he went to see a real, live Chinaman, and told him the story. The Chinaman was a washer, too, and said that he guessed that when the ghost was jabbering he was saying: “Laundree!” “Laun- dree!” Bill thought it over and thinking that what the Chinaman had said about ‘ ‘ Laundree ’ ’ was a hint; took action. He fixed the old wring¬ er and tub and put everything into working order. And now every Wed¬ nesday night while Bill sits outside smoking the wrong end of his cigar, the ghost of the Chinaman happily turns the wringer, and not jabber¬ ing and sighing as before, but purring like a kitten, in content. TFQQTF F FTr.TPPTNT no. MIotheh IMatuiue and Dame [Fashion Along about the first of March— A drizzling rain, pours down An Nature ’gins to prune herself And change her robe of brown. On Easter day she blossoms out All clad in tender green, And then, before you know, appears In daisy-sprinkled sheen. Her autumn gown is glowing bright With gaudy red and gold And last she wears her winter garb All dazzling, pure and cold. UOBOTIIA DAUNT. —36 (Freshman Prize Story) T HE apartment house was one of the kind often seen in the slum districts of New York City. At the far end of the hall up¬ stairs was a dingy little room. The badly torn wall-paper was grimy with smoke from the adjacent factories. A double bed with a few torn blankets but with a very strong mattress which had been torn open and sewn many times, a small, greasy table with shaky legs, an alcohol stove, a lamp and a tumble-down chair constituted the furniture of the room. Sufficient light was admitted through the one small window to make visible the form of a man crouching on the chair. Pete was “lying low” after the crime he had committed on the previous night. As he sat there brooding, visions of the man lie had murdered often confronted him. ‘I didn’t intend to kill the old guy,” Pete thought, “but when he woke up on me there wasn’t much time to lose, an’ if he’d a let out one yell, it woulda been all off. Besides, there was Bill awaitin’ fer me under the window, an’—. But what gets me is this: What was all them jools doin’ at the house! Why didn’t he have ’em locked in the safe down at the store! Maybe—. ” Pete was aroused from his meditations by a knock at the door. He sprang to his feet and anxiously peered through the keyhole, the sweat standing out in heads upon his forehead. “Bill! Bill, is it you!” he asked in a harsh whisper that seemed to rend the air. “That’s me !” came the cheerful reply. “Whatcha so scared about!” he added after Pete had admitted him to the room. “I was just thinkin’—s’posin’ the cops—” “Cops, me eye! Tlie’s not any ’round these parts that we gotta be ascared of!” was Bill’s boastful remark. “ Where’ve yar been, anyhow?” questioned Pete. “ Been gettin’ my hearings. Expect to make a big haul tonight. Bet I can’t make one as good as yourn last night, though.” said Bill. “Maybe not,” said Pete. “ But be careful an’ don’t do what I done las’ night.” he added as a warning. “l r ou shut your face, Pete,” said Bill. “I kin take care of myself widout any advice from you.” Bill went over to the bed and lovingly patted the mattress. “Some haul you made all right, Pete,” said Bill. “Wouldn’ta been much if you ha’n’t told me where the room was,” said Pete. THE ENTERPRISE ’17 “Aw, never mind that. Come on, let’s take another l ook at the joolrv,” Bill said as he ripped open the mattress. “Ain’t them beauties?” he said, running his hands through the dia¬ monds. “An’ look ut that!” he exclaimed as a parcel of glittering dia¬ mond dust met his eye. “Class to these here pearls, eh?” said Pete, holding up a lustrous string of dainty pearls. “You said it. I gotta hand it to you fer takjn’ stuff that’s worth somethin’!” said Bill enthusiastically. “Don’t s’pose you’s saw a paper yet?” questioned Pete. “I guess they’s a big piece in it about las’ night,” he said as he sewed up the mattress. “I’ll go and find out. S’long, Pete,” Bill said. Bill soon returned with a paper, and before he could say a word, Pete snatched it from his hand. Pete read the headlines anxiously. “PROMINENT JEWELER MURDERED AFTER HAVING ROBBED HIS PARTNER!” “Well, for the love of six-bits!” exclaimed Bill. “Humph! I guess not six-bits. Them jools is worth rnore’n that!” said Pete. “Don’t get funny, now,” said Bill. “It’s kinda funny, though. A robber robbin’ a robber, you know.” “I thought as much. Else what would them jools been a doin’ at his house?” said Pete. “Well, ain’t you gonna read the rest of it?” said Bill anxiously. “NEARLY A MILLION IN JEWELS STOLEN—” “Bill! Go get the smell in’ salts or some water — or somethin’!” said Pete. “Nearly a million! Phew! What’ll we do wid it?” He read on: “HE HAD INTENDED TO SAIL FOR FOREIGN LANDS EARLY IN THE MORNING.” “It’s a funny thing, that. Guys is always robbin’ their partners,” said Bill as he longingly and almost involuntarily looked at the mattress. “See here, Bill, if you do me dirt—” “Aw g’wan! Who’s talk in’ ’bout doin’ you dirt?” said Bill. ell, just the same, you be careful,” said Pete, eyeing him curiously. “When d’ye wanta eat?” said Bill by way of changing the subject. “Any time suits me. I’m hungrier than a bear,” said Pete. “All right. ou boil the coffee an’ I’ll go an’ buy some steak,” Bill said. After Bill had gone, Pete carefully examined the mattress to see if his partner had “done him dirt.” Everything was safe. — 38 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Bill soon returned with a good piece of steak and proceeded to cook it. By the time the coffee had boiled a few minutes the steak was done. Pete selected a blue cup for Bill, and before pouring the coffee, he emptied the contents of a small box into it. “Smells good, don’t it?” said Bill as he placed half the steak on Pete’s plate. ‘ ‘ You bet, ’ ’ said Pete. Not another word was said during the meal. Both men were planning ways to spend their money. After the meal was over Pete started to tell Bill what he intended to do with his share of the profits they would reap when the loot was sold. “I’m gonna—” He stopped suddenly. What was the strange feeling that was coming over him? Surely he had not—no, of course not. How foolish he was to think of such a thing. He had put the poison in the blue cup and did not Bill drink his coffee from that cup? Of course. He tried to continue his story, but his muscles became tense, and he writhed fiercely. “My God, Bill! on ain’t p-p -poisoned me!” exclaimed Pete. ‘ ‘ I sure did. I put it in your half of the steak. ’ ’ He chuckled softly. Soon Pete would die. Then all the loot would be his. The mattress was literally full of it. Then he would be rich and— His muscles twitched violently. And how sick he was! “Pete!” he cried. “My God, man, have you—you poisoned me?” “ r l hat’s what I—I—d-did,” said Pete, feeling as if his body were tying itself in a thousand knots. Both men were speechless, and their bodies were writhing in terrible contortions. They rolled on the floor in agony. Pete finally succumbed to the hand of grim Death. A vision of the man he had murdered was before him ’till the last. Bill crawled to the door and tried to open it. “Maybe I kin get to a drug store an’ save myself. Then the loot—over a million in all, will be mine—and—and—” He became unconscious and sank to the floor to join his silent com¬ panion. MABEL HARRINGTON, T9. A MIOMQSyT TRAGEDY It was midnight in the greenwood, The moon shone weird and pale, The trees cast looming shadows On hill and stream and dale. Suddenly a big, black Charger Sprang from the silent wood And astride him sat, keen and erect, The good, brave Robin Hood. He drew his steed to a halt Beneath an old, oak tree And putting his bugle to his lips He blew blasts, one, two, three. The echoes rang, and rang again, The charger stood stone still. The rider listened with intent— The stream ran on at will. Then out of the forest there came a faint note; The rider lifted his rein: Then he heard a louder blast, And then the third one came. Presently through the silent night The sound of hoofs drew near, And soon from the gloom of shadows A horseman did appear. He was on a milk white steed With flowing mane and tail, He rode straight up to the old, oak tree And his face was haggard and pale. Robin Hood him to meet advanced, And in a deep, low voice “What news, what news! Oh! Little John, Thou messenger of my choice.” “The news is bad Sir Robin,” he said ‘ ‘ For up at the peep of dawn From the famous burg of Kildarney Rode the sheriff with sixty strong. ’ ’ “It is only by my bonny steed,” And the glossy neck he stroked, ‘ ‘ That I escaped the horrible death Of hanging by a rope. —40 T H E ENTERPRISE ’17 4 4 For she is cunning, and sure, and fleet Though they followed most of the day Before dusk they lost my track By Burksliire over the way.” 44 We must up and arm,” cried Robin Hood 44 We must up and arm,” quoth he. 4 4 And ere the dawn of the new morn That sheriff dead shall be. 44 For what right have they to enter our wood? What right our deer to slay? What right have they to pursue my men? Oh! they shall rue the day.” He lifted his bugle to his mouth Little John did the same And to-gether they blew one long blast And then—behold! what came. For a minute silence reigned again Save for the rippling rill, The next minute, and two score men Stood at Robin Hood’s will. 44 The sheriff of Nottingham,” said Robin, 4 4 Has entered our woods once more, We will meet with at this brook In half an hour, not more, The moon passed behind a cloud, All was silent and still, The yoemen stood, concealed by shadows, Awaiting Robin Hood’s will. In half an hour the scene was changed, There was clashing of armor and steel, Arrows flew past, thick and fast, The battle was on in real. The sheriff was slain and all his men; Of the yeomen slain were light The sheriff had been taken by surprise And so had met his fate. Robin Hood, Little John and the yeomen Had all got their fill. Left were the slain, in the water lain And the stream ran not at will. It was dawn in the greenwood, The sun shone clear and bri ght, The trees whispered to-gether Of the mysteries of the night. HAZEL PHILLIPS. Y The Eleventh Adventure of Odysseus -y OW after the ship had left the stream of the River Ocean I us, Poseidon, the dark haired god, sent a great tempest up on our hollow ship, so that ever and anon we were driven about, even until we were lost. And so for many days was the swift ship driven over the wine dark sea, and we consum¬ ing our own hearts with weariness and pain. Howbeit we had given over all hope of seeing land that the blessed gods made that man might dwell therein. “ But on the thirtieth day my right hand man, Eurylochus, discried afar off a tiny speck. Now when my gaze had been directed thither, I bade my helmsman to steer the swift black ship accordingly and my men, with the thought that put from them all weariness, sitting orderly, smote the grey sea water with their oars. Now when we had come nearer, a low lying land with beetling rocks and great wastes of sand with never a green blade, was seen. “Now as we were yet gazing, our barque was of a sudden beached so high that we gave over all hope of again placing it in the teeming deep. And now when our swift ship was beached, we took down all its sails and ourselves too stept forth upon the beach and there we fell into deep sleep and awaited the bright dawn. “So soon as early dawn shown forth, the rosy fingered, in wonder at the land, we roamed over the length of the waste sands by the unhar¬ vested sea. “Now when we had stayed on the strand many days, we began to famish from hunger. Then I numbered my goodly company and I my¬ self took command of them. Howbeit we journeyed on through the day wishing that we might find a spring and a herd of kine or a fat stag that we might put from us the desire for meat and drink. Now instead of the land becoming more pleasing to the eye it became like unto the recesses of Hades, for withal above us towered great cliffs and peaks and below us yawned dark, gloomy caverns, being as it were like to the entrances of the underworld. “ But when the sun sank and darkness had come on, then we laid us to rest upon the cold, hard earth even in this desolate and wild place. “Now when the night was well advanced we were waked up out of a deep sleep by shrieks of fiendish laughter being like unto that which I never before heard. Thus through the night we lay huddled together consuming our hearts with terror. “Now when the fair tressed dawn shone forth, we spied but a short distance above our heads a great and gloomy cavern. Now as we slow- — 42 — T H BEN T ERPRISE ’17 ly and, filled with a great dread, looked cautiously within the gloomy recesses, we were stricken numb with fear, as, boring through us with a ruinous gaze, two great eyes loomed from within. “Then came unto me other thoughts even of those in my childhood when stories were told unto us concerning this very same monster; in whose eyes lies its greatest power, even to draw every living creature that beholds its eyes unto itself. “Thus T rehearsed these things one and all and declared them to my company, but alas we were already being drawn within the darksome cave. “As we advanced white with terror our unaccustomed eyes began slowly to distinguish the dim objects we passed, which were the whiten¬ ed bones of many animals. “At length we drew nigh unto the monster and he was a hideous man withal. From his body had grown dark coarse hair and his great arms and limbs containing a mighty strength. Howbeit his two limbs and one arm were imprisoned beneath a great rock, he himself being in a small cave within the dark cavern. “Again my mind returned to other thoughts, even of those in my childhood when stories told unto us concerning this very same monster said that he, having eaten one of the sea nymphs, Poseidon, the earth shaker, in a great rage, threw this monster under a rock, but he in his great strength, after much toil, loosened one great arm with which he, but a short time before captured Ino, of the fair ankles. Even as I re¬ called these things, I looked and behold I spied Ino of the fair ankles bound to a great rock wherefrom she could not loosen herself. “ ‘What doest thou here and what art thy names V thundered the monster. “ ‘Lo, we are poor travelers from a far country and are of the Achaeans,’ I meekly answered. “Then the monster eyed us sullenly and in a hoarse voice answered and said, ‘Ye are but puny men and thin, whereof I woulds’t have a fat person for my meal. “Even as he spoke, a plan of cunning filled my mind and looking down a narrow passage, by which stood a large rock, I turned to my company and said, ‘ Lo, even now doth approach a fat stag whereof our captor might make a meal. ’ “As my company looked, the monster craning forward his long neck, looked also and seeing nothing, put his head full in the passage that he might see the better. With a quick motion to my company I ordered them to help me and as of one accord we lept forward and closed the mouth of the passage with the rock, so that the monster’s head was in¬ side and his neck was caught between the wall of the passage and the — 43 .- T HE ENTERPRISE ’17 rock. Thus, with the monster no longer looking at us with a ruinous gaze, we might make good our escape to our goodly ship. “Freeing Ino with my sharp sword, I tarried yet another moment that I might taunt the monster. “ ‘Lo, thou art even now!trapped by the cunning of Odysseus, son of Laertes, a-’ “But my goodly crew dragged me away in company with Ino and after hard travel we reached our hollow ship. “Now when Ino saw in what plight our barque was, she bade the waters rise, which they did and our good ship was free. “After directing us aright and rewarding us withal for her rescue, she dived into the sea and was seen no more. “Now we, after many days reached the isle Aeaean, wherein dwelt the goddess Circe, and we beached the ship in the sand and ourselves too stept ashore on the sea beach. There we fell asleep and awaited the bright dawn. EARL GRAY, ’20 — 44 — HIGH IDEAU C OLIN Craig settled himself as comfortably as possible in the seat he occupied in the Assembly Hall. As the speaker droned on, Colin’s thoughts drifted to where most of the boys were dwelling that morning—the track meet that afternoon. Plain- field Academy was going to send a very strong team to compete against Lakeside this year. The local boys had been training very diligently ever since school opened to retrieve their defeat of the fall meet. Colin was the captain of the Lakeside team. “The hi yi deels of youth,” declared the speaker, ponderously “should be above noticing low practices of unworthy opponents. Even in your running and leaping contests, such as I hear you are to engage in this afternoon—.” “Oh, you poor fellow,” thought Colin, “Why can’t you beggars learn our language before you start preaching to us? Leaping contests be hanged,—there’s his ‘hi-yi-deels’ again;” And he joined in the snicker that went through the audience. During the rest of the morning the phrase was the joke of the class rooms, and when school was dismissed at noon the slogan of the day was : Hi-yi-deels, hi-yi-deels! Lakeside, Lakeside, hi-yi-deels! That afternoon the stands overlooking the third of a mile track were crowded. One section was colored with a bright red and yellow, the Plainfield colors, while the other section was decorated with the Lake¬ side purple and white. It was generally agreed by those who knew the personnel of both teams that the sprints, hurdles, shotput and broad jumps would go to Plainfield, while the pole vault, mi ddle and long distance races would go to Lakeside. If the second and third places of these events came about even it would mean a very close score and the final relay race might mean the deciding event for the championship. With chances uncertain there was great excitement among the spectators. r I he trouble began in the 220-yard dash. No lanes were provided for the runners in this event, and although the runners were warned by the starter that they might keep in imaginary lanes for the first 25 yards of the run they had just set off when Plainfield’s crack sprinter cut across in front of the others to gain the inside track and thereby cut off Lakeside’s best runner. A protest was made by the starter to the offic¬ ial judges, but upon examining the marks on the cinders they could not agree that the cut was made within 25 yards, and so they did not dis¬ qualify the winner. The Lakeside rooters gave a loud disapproval, how¬ ever, and a bunch of them caused a roar of laughter by yelling: 4 4 P lain-field-wliere-are-your-lii-yi-deels ? 77 - 45 - THE ENTERPRISE ’17 The hundred yards had gone to Plainfield also, and the broad jump had been won by Lakeside men as was expected. Then came the 440- yard run. Colin Craig had earned his position of captain, on the track team by being Lakeside’s best middle distance runner. He knew on this occasion that he was up against a good man, but Lakeside was counting on him to win both the quarter and half mile, se he knew he would have to put all that was in him. He determined to take no chances so at the crack of the pistol he forged ahead of the others and led from the very start. When Colin reached the first curve of the track he could hear the hard breathing of Saunderson just behind him, and as he swung around he realized that with a burst of speed the other man was straining ahead of him. Colin smiled as he thought of the uselessness of his doing so, for he would have to keep it quite a way until he was the necessary three yards ahead, before swinging in on the inside track in front of him. That was the rule—three yards ahead on a curve before taking away the inside track from any runner. But to Colin’s amazement Saunderson had no sooner passed his shoulder than he swung in and knocked him off the track. The Lakeside bunch made a howl, and Colin felt his blood boil as he fell behind the other; but one of the judges was running towards them, and as he met them lie waved Saunderson off the track, and Colin fin¬ ished the race an easy winner. Then out of his eye lie saw that Saunder¬ son was talking angrily with the Plainfield trainer. Cheer after cheer rent the air and, “ Craig, Craig, hi-yi-deels,” was yelled at him until he forgot his indignation. Whether he would have won out in a fair race lie could not tell. The pole vault went to Plainfield and Lakeside won the mile. This brought the score to a tie. There remained now only the half mile, the shot-put and the relay, and the school which won two out of three of the events would have the championship. The half mile was then called for and Craig took his place at the line with Saunderson beside him. As the pistol gave the signal to start, Colin saw his rival spring into the lead and then half turn his head as if he were watching for something. In a moment before the Lakeside run¬ ners could make out what was intended, a second Plainfield man was ahead of them and placed himself outside Saunderson and behind his shoulder, running with him in perfect time, forming a pocket behind which the other contestants would have to keep. Craig felt his blood boil again as he saw this trick, for while he knew there was nothing in the rules to prevent pocket running, it was far from good sportsman¬ ship. Try as they might the Lakeside runners could not get ahead of their opponents until they saw fit to open the pocket, so Craig saved his speed and tried to forget the injustice they were doing to him. — 46 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 One lap of the track was finished, and still the pair held together. They were past the 220-yard mark and were on the hundred before Saunderson began to draw away from the others. Now was Craig’s chance! He was already two yards behind the leader and swung to the right thereby losing another yard. But now that the track was clear he put forth all the speed that was in him for the home stretch. Closer and closer he pressed to the Plainfield runner. One yard he gained, and then another. But just as he was eating up the remaining distance he saw the flash of the finishing line pass under him and he felt the end of the string that had been broken by liis opponent’s flick across his chest, and he knew he had lost. His second place counted 3 points for Lakeside, while the first and third counted 6 for Plainfield. Then he thought, “Was the championship lost?” Hie slogan that had been ringing in his ears all day thumped through his brain again, and he caught a glimpse of its real meaning at it passed. “High Ideals.” “Say Colin.” yelled a voice in his ear, “why don’t you protest that rotten trick.? You didn’t get half a chance. Raise a howl to the officials.” Colin looked around—it was Ted Morrow, Lakeside’s hope in the shot-put, and his face flushed with anger. “Protest your granny!” said Colin scornfully. “If the judges don’t disqualify him I’m not going to whine.” “But the officials won’t do anything unless you raise a yell. You’re captain of the team. We can only get a second place in the shot-put and then the championship’s gone.” “Come on now! Don’t give up. You throw the shot a hundred feet and we’ll win the relay and the championship’s ours.” Ted went out into the pit where the shot was to be thrown from and watched the preparation for the event. One by one the contestants went through the motions and made their first throws. Ted then threw the shot and came within a half a foot of the other man’s record. Ted, old man,” whispered Colin, “you’ve got to beat him out.” At the third time Ted took up the heavy shot and as some one yelled, “Send her lii-yi-, Ted!” he put all the force of his body, shoulder and arm in the throw and heaved the shot with a gasp. High and far it flew and landed four inches beyond the previous record. Now the score stood even again and there was only the relay race to decide the championship. A buzz of excitement ran along the rows of seats as the contestants came from the dressing rooms and went to their different points around the track. Craig was the last runner on the Lakeside team, taking his position at the 440 yard mark. As he sus¬ pected he found Saunderson was to run against him. The two starters crouched down, the pistol shot cut the air, and they wei ' e oft. — 47 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Slowly but surely the runner in red and yellow began to draw away from the purple and white and when the second pair took the handker¬ chief Plainfield was ahead three yards. Then the Lakeside man began to pull up and when he reached near the place where Craig and Saunder- were only two yards separated them. Nearer and nearer came the run¬ ners, every muscle strained. Colin could see that his man was losing ground—yes—there was no mistake about it. Now they were up to them. Sounder son reached back, grabbed the handkerchief and sprang forward. Colin waited for his man with Ins heart thumping. Then, three yards behind, the Lakeside man came up and thrust the handkerchief into Colin’s hand. He turned and sprang off. It was only an instant after Saunderson had started and the Plainfield man who had given him the handkerchief was staggering on the track. Either by accident or intention he stepped right in front of Colin. Colin’s first impulse was to stop and yell but when lie saw the other Plainfield runner forging ahead, and Saunderson straining in front, lie gritted his teeth and started out to beat his opponent who was now six yards ahead. He must catch up with his opponent or burst something. They passed the 880 mark, and it seemed as if he surely was nearer. Yes, he was gaining. The thought sent new life through him. The Lakeside boys saw too and stood up on their benches and almost went wild with excitement. Colin caught a vision of the shrieking crowd as he turned the down curve but his thoughts were only on catching up with the figure in front. . His breath was coming in short gasps as he strained down the straight-away. He saw the finishing line in front of him, and he could almost touch Saunderson as he came down the hundred-yard stretch. He clenched his jaws and put all his remaining force into the final sprint. Yard after yard slipped under him and the other figure was just by his side. A few inches more and he would be in line with his chest. But something was going to burst, he couldn’t stand this pace another step. The tape was just in front of him. With a gasp he shoved his own chest forward at the same instant his opponent did the same. He felt the string break and then—he fell. Which of them had broken it? In a moment his teammates had picked him up and carried him off the track on their shoulders. He then heard them screaming at him that he had won. He cared for nothing now,—the championship was won for his school. Someone pushed through the crowd and Saunderson grabbed Ins hand. “Craig,” he gasped, “I’m sorry for what I’ve done—all those tricks. Our trainer told us to—they were fair strategy. We didn’t know. I’m glad you won ’cause we wouldn’t have accepted the championship, if we had got it on poor sportsmanship. You’re a sport to run it out after the fouls. Is it all right?” “All right,” panted Colin in return, “Sure.” Then they swarmed off the field carrying Colin on their shoulders yelling, “Craig, Craig! Lakeside! and Hi-yi-deels!” — 48 — IIARL1E and I had been anticipating a trip to Crater Lake for weeks and now that onr plans were about to be realized, it seemed almost unbelie veable. In less than an hour we would start in Charlie’s Ford, and everything was packed and ready. Guns, fishing rods and tackle, trolls, cartridges, a kodak and many other knick-knacks had been placed in the back of the car and we were expect¬ ing to have the time of our lives. At the end of the day we arrived in Medford, a good sized town in southern Oregon not far from the California line. From there we were to take the Rogue River road for Crater Lake in the morning. The Ford having been put in a garage we went to a restaurant and had supper. We were both quite fatigued from our long and dusty trip, and by eight- thirty we had gotten a room in a small hotel and were lying comfortably in bed. But not to sleep. Oh no. We were too excited for that and the thought of tomorrow’s adventures kept us awake for some time. It seemed as though I had just gone to sleep when I heard a loud rap on our door and the hotel man called, “Five-thirty, in there, better hurry if you expect to get started by six o’clock.” We had seventy-five miles of mountain road to travel that day to reach the lake. In a little over half an hour we were ready to start but had some trou¬ ble starting the Ford as the night was rather cold. The road from Medford to Crater Lake has something new and inter¬ esting at every turn, and there isn’t a straight stretch in it. The coun¬ try is very thickly wooded with tall pines and dense underbrush. Every little while we could see the Rogue river rushing along over rocks and rapids far below us. Several times we stopped and found deer and other animal tracks in the road, but as yet, we had seen no large animals. We saw a big rac¬ coon perched on a rock in the river below, peering quietly into the water, waiting for a fish to swim near. I took a shot at it with the 30-30 rifle but aimed a little too high although I had the satisfaction of giving him a shower bath when the bullet struck the water a few inches above his nose. About a half a mile further on we nearly ran over a rattlesnake which was fully three feet long. It glided into the brush before I could get a shot at it. We were now nearing the rim of the lake and the road kept getting steeper and steeper. Finally, after much snorting, the Ford reached the crest and there, stretched out directly below us, was the blue surface of Crater Lake, the deepest and bluest lake in the world. It is about six miles long and four miles wide. About two miles away is Wizard Island THE ENTERPRISE ’17 with its volcanic cone at the top. The water is unbelievably blue and of all shades. We were about twelve hundred feet above the sur face of the lake and the inner slope of the rim is almost perpendicular. “Some lake,” remarked Charlie, “me for a boat and a fislipole, I want to catch some of those big trout they say are m there.” We drove a short distance around the cliff to Crater Lake Lodge, an immense hotel made of big slabs of lava and rough timber and which was recently built on the edge of the rim and overlooking the whole ' We obtained a room, at the lodge and had our suit-cases and traps brought in. We decided to take our kodak, and a couple of trolls and hire one of the several small launches for a trip around the lake. An old man who owned a motor boat was sent for and when lie arrived we went down the steep trail to the lake and got into the launch, which happened to be named “Toothless Jane.” The colors of the surrounding cliffs are wonderful. The rock forma¬ tion is of pearly lavas, relieved by patches of pine green and white JjiLLv V All of a sudden Charlie began to yell, “I got one! I got one!” and be¬ gan to pull in his troll line with some speed. After a couple of minutes of lively fighting the trout was brought alongside and the dip-net gotten under him. Another second and a sixteen inch mountain trout was flop- ping in the bottom of the boat. Our boatsman whose name we learned to be Dave Holden, commonly called “Old Dave,” began telling us all about the history of the lake and its origin. It. seems that once upon a time Mount Mazama reared a smoking peak many thousands of feet above the present level of Crater Lake. It is calculated to have been about the same size as Mount Shasta, Mount Hood, Mount Rainier and other large mountains along he Pacific coast, their eruptions once built the great Cascade range. They now stand cold, snow covered, extinct volcanic peaks, that is, all but one. Where Mount Mazama once stood on the rim of Crater Lake, there is nothing. We had recently climbed its former foot hills, but that is all that is left of that once noble mountain. Mount Mazama fell into itself. It is thought that the mountain’s volcanic activity formed a vast cavern beneath it, into which the entire volcano suddenly slipped. It is most difficult to imagine the titanic spectacle of the disappear¬ ance of a mountain fifteen thousand feet high, but there axe many pi oofs that Mount Mazama must have collapsed into this vast hole, leaving clean cut edges, which are now Crater Lake s sunounding cliffs. During succeeding ages this great hole has been filled with water by springs and rains. The lake is two thousand feet deep in places, the — 50 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 deepest lake in the world. Its surface is six thousand feet above sea level. It is claimed that the wonderful blue color of the water is caused by its great depth, and animalculae. In 1902 Congress recognized the worth of Crater Lake as an educa¬ tional feature and made it a national park. When the lake was first discovered, no fish were found in it but for s several years the government has been planting fish there and it is now one of the best fishing places in the country. i We visited Wizard Island and climbed to its top and looked down into 1 its cone shaped crater. Charlie and I spent a week hunting and fishing and taking plioto- I graphs of this lake which for grandeur and beauty, rivals anything of i its kind in the world. After having spent a most enjoyable week, we packed our belongings and set out for home, and both of us heartily agreed that we had had the e time of our lives and would undoubtedly remember the unsurpassed scenery of Crater Lake National Park to the ends of our lives. - B. K. MILNER, ’17. s n i- y d k LS it t. II e, it ’s re r- fs ig — 51 — by lie E LEANOR CARROL was a charming young woman, who was loved by young and old alike. She was a special favorite of Thomas Tracy, the terror of Allendale, with whose mother she resided. Eleanor held the position of private secretary to George Allen, the millionaire manufacturer of Allendale. One day late in June, she sat before her typewriter in the office of the Allen Manu¬ facturing Company, and as her hands flew over the keyboard she glanced again and again toward the door. Tom Tracy, the office boy, was late again. It was on her recommendation that he had secured the posi¬ tion, and twice during the past week she had pleaded that he be given another trial. She could not take his part again. Suddenly the door was pushed violently open, and into the room, like a flash of lightning, came the irresistible Tommy. “Well, Thomas Tracy—” began the girl indignantly. “Soft pedal, Miss El’ner, for the love of Pete, pound your typewriter and keep still. The boss is on my trail.” Wondering what new mischief he had managed to get into, she turned toward the door just as Mr. Allen entered. “Where’s that infernal red-head!” he demanded. “Who! Thomas!” she asked quite innocently. “AVhat has he done now!” ‘ ‘ Done! ’ ’ groaned the man. ‘ ‘ If there is any mischief he hasn’t done, I’d like to hear of it. Why, he tampered with a big machine, causing the Van Slack order to be ruined. Then he ran away. Ten thousand dollars gone!” “I am so very sorry, Mr. Allen.” For a moment, as he looked at her, the man’s face softened, and he looked searcliingly into the depths of her blue eyes. Then he jumped up with a frown. “Tell that boy he is discharged.” “ Yes, Mr. Allen.” As the man disappeared through the door, Eleanor turned toward a large waste basket. 1 ‘Tommy!’’ she called. “ Yes, Miss El’ner, I’m coming.” The large basket came bounding out into the middle of the floor, where it upset, scattering its contents in every direction. Then slowly the boy began to emerge, head first. “I’m so disappointed in you, Tommy.” “I’m sorry, Miss El’ner. For, honest, I didn’t mean to do nothing. I just wanted to see what kept the wheels going.” — 52 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 ‘-You heard what Mr. Allen said? Now you have lost your position! Really, I think you ought to be punished.” ‘ ‘ (lee! Ma ’11 attend to that al 1 right. ’ ’ ‘‘Where are those letters you were to look up in the old files?” ‘‘1 didn’t have time yesterday. I’ll get them now.” ‘‘Have you forgotten that you have been discharged? I must get them myself.” ‘‘Let me go an’ help you, please, Miss El’ner. An’ say, let’s be friends anyway.” ‘‘Very well, come along.” Eleanor knew from experience that it was impossible to remain angry with the lad. The filing department had been temporarily placed on the fourth floor of an old adjoining building, while repairs were being made in the main office, and the boy and girl made their way up the dark stairway, which was rarely used. Having secured the desired documents, Eleanor was just placing a large file in a cabinet, while Thomas stood waiting for her at the door, when with a low, rumbling noise, the building rocked to and fro. Then came a deafening roar and both were thrown to the floor. ‘‘Gee whiz! That must have been an earthquake,” murmured the boy as he scrambled to his feet, badly shaken, but unhurt. ‘ ‘ I wonder if that will be blamed on me too?” he added with an air of injured innocence. His eyes bulged, more in surprise than dismay, as he beheld the ter¬ rible disorder of the room. The filing cases lay heaped upon the floor, and a great, sickening fear clutched at his heart. ‘‘Miss El’ner,” he called. “Oh, Miss El’ner.” No answer came to his cry. “Miss El’ner, can’t you hear me? Please, Miss El’ner, it’s Tommy calling you. Where are you Miss El ’ner?” he sobbed as he peered under¬ neath the cases in his search. And then he found her, lying unconscious, pale as death, a large filing cabinet resting upon her, and a heavy oaken beam across her feet. “Poor Miss El’nor, that’s hurtin’ you terrible!” Almost blinded by tears, his little body shaking with sobs, the boy pushed, tugged, and pulled until he had cleared the upper part of her body. He coidd not budge the heavy beam, so he crept back and rubbed her cold white hand vigorously. “Dear Miss El’ner, speak to Tommy, won’t you?. Please open your eyes an’ say you ain’t dead, please, Miss El’ner.” As if in answer to his plea, her eyelids fluttered and opened. “Tommy, what is the matter?” “I didn’t do it, Miss El’ner, for honest, I didn’t.” “Let me see,” she said slowly. “It was so sudden. My legs hurt so!” She tried to sit up, but lay back with a moan. “I’ll try again. Maybe I can get it off now, ’cause I’ve rested some.” — 53 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Again lie went back to the hopeless task. Every ounce of strength he possessed was exerted, yet he could not move the beam, while the girl lay quiet, biting her lips to keep back the cries of anguish. “Tommy 1 am getting hot. There is — fire — under us.” “No Miss El’ner, there ain’t no fire!” “Look Tommy!” Not twenty feet from them a tiny curl of smoke forced its way through the floor. “Tommy, run, dear, save yourself.” “ Don’t you worry, Miss El’ner! Some one will soon come to get us.” “Tommy, go.. GO! You must go. Leave—me—save yourself!” She closed her eyes as a great pallor spread over her face, and the boy knew that she had fainted. More curls of smoke were now coming through the floor and he breathed with difficulty. Eagerly he looked toward the window. A great desire to be oil seized him, and he jumped toward the window, forgetting the girl at his feet thinking only of escaping the horrible death that was creeping closer and closer. Then Eleanor moaned, and with an effort the boy forced his eyes from the window, and all hopes of escape from his mind and went back to the girl at his feet, to keep a lonely vigil. Finally in a choked, sobbing tone, he said, “I’m coming back, Miss El’ner. 1 ain’t a running away. For honest. I’m coming back to you. ’ ’ No one ever knew what really caused the explosion. The mighty roar that shook building and shattered windows for a mile away sent all hur¬ rying into the streets. Then the old factory was discovered to be on fire. A call for help was sent to the nearest city, while the emergency hoses were turned on the adjoining buildings in an effort to save them. It was easily seen that the old building was doomed. Mr. Allen, working with his men, was as active as any fighting the flames. “Mr. Allen,” the bookkeeper, came up with a white face, “have you seen Miss Carroll and Tom Tracy anywhere?” “No! Why?” Mr. Allen was on his knees unrolling a coil of hose. “I saw them go up to the filing room ten minutes before the explosion. I can’t find them anywhere, and I’m afraid—.” “My God!” Mr. Allen swayed as he knelt. “Where is the filing room located?” demanded Jones, the village grocer. “On the fourth floor, corner room to the right.” “Surely they would have come down. If they were penned up there they would be at the window.” Mr. Allen eagerly scanned the windows above. “Perhaps they are injured. Get the longest ladder you can find, quick,” ordered Jones. The only ladder available just passed the second story window. A groan of horror went through the crowd when they knew that sweet — 54 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 faced Miss Carroll and fun-loving Tom Tracy were caught in the flames. “I bet they aren’t up there at all. They’re in the crowd somewhere,” ventured a man. As if in answer to his words a cry went up, and all glanced to the filing room, where just for a minute through the broken glass appeared the face of Thomas Tracy. “Keep still. He’s saying something.” “Miss El’ner! Save—Miss—El’ner!” he called and disappeared. Dashing off his coat, Jones ran up the ladder closely followed by Mr. Allen. As they reached the top round, those below murmured, as they gazed in sheer amazement, wondering what they expected to do. An awful silence fell upon the throng, as they stood rigid, their eyes glued upon the forms of the two men above them. On the top of the ladder the grocer slowly raised himself until he stood erect. Then his hands groped until he found the sill of the third story window, which he grasped and held tightly. ‘ 4 Ready! ’ ’ he called. Mr. Allen started upward, hand over hand over the body of the grocer raising himself with superhuman strength, inch by inch, until his feet dug into Jones’ shoulders. Then, he, too, stood erect and groped until he found the casing stone that projected over the window which he clutched tightly, resting his feet on the sill beneath. Then it was the grocer’s turn to climb and with a supreme effort he reached the million¬ aire’s shoulders. Then he found and desperately clutched at the sill of the fourth story window. Their success depended upon Mr. Allen’s climb. To the breathless watchers below it seemed hours before he slowly reached the other’s shoulders and leaped into the window of the filing department. Then he dragged the grocer in after him. Blinded by the smoke, they could not see the two motionless forms in the other end of the room. However they were guided by a low moan from Eleanor. For a moment the smoke cleared and they beheld the form of Eleanor, her head resting upon the silent form of Tommy. The fire had not yet reached them. Together, the men removed the oaken beam from Eleanor’s body. She was picked up by Mr. Allen, who fought his way back through the smoke to the window. The fire department had arrived! Eleanor was given to the man, who in turn passed her carefully to his companion and she was safely carried to the ground below. Tommy, too, was carried to safety. Jones and the millionaire, weak from exertion, were assisted down the ladder. Two minutes later the walls of the building caved in. Weeks passed. The condition of Miss Carroll baffled the doctors from the city. As she lay in a white bed in the Allen home, she screamed in delirium, “Go, Tommy, Go! Leave me! Save yourself!” Every effort to quiet her was in vain. With a last ray of hope, Tommy was brought leaning upon the arms of Dr. White and Mr. Allen. — 55 — THE ENTERPRISE T7 “Pm hot. HOT! There’s a fire,” screamed the girl. Tommy threw himself upon the bed and said, “Please, Miss El’ner, you’re saved. For honest, you are. It ain’t hot. See how cool this pil¬ low is.” A change seemed to come over the girl. 4 4 Saved ? Oh Tommy! ’ ’ “Sure. Mr . Allen saved us.” Eleanor closed her eyes and a smile spread over her pale face. “Oh, Miss El’ner,” said Tommy gleefully. I’m going to college. For honest, I am. ’ ’ “College, Tommy?” “Mr. Allen is going to send me. I’m going to wear yellow spats and gloves and a cane. Maybe I’ll speak to you and maybe I won’t.” The room was filled with the ringing laughter of the girl. To the small group in the hall, waiting to see the outcome of Tommy’s visit, it seemed like the sun bursting through the clouds on a rainy day. “Hut, Tommy, what is to become of your mother?” “Oh, she is coming to live with Mrs. Allen.” “Yes?” “Sure. Mrs. Allen will be lonesome after her son gets married.” “Married?” 44 Sure. Mr. Allen is going to marry you. He likes you awfully much. Lots better than I do.” Two strong arms lifted Tommy from the bed and Mr. Allen said, 4 4 Tommy! I think a great deal of you, young man, but, if you have no objections, I prefer to do my own proposing to the girl I intend to marry. ’ ’ PAULA SCHOENINGH. — 56 — IX 0=01 D ear phyllis:— I am writing- this letter as an apology. I am not ashamed of what I am about to write, as I think my actions were quite just- fiable, and sincerely hope you will think the same of them. I may as well begin from the first and regret to say that your very kind invitation was the first link in what later proved to be my chain of mis¬ ery. When it came, I had gone to my room and was to stay there for two hours, as a punishment for talking while Miss Miller was “preach¬ ing.” It was very monotonous and I was just dying to tell Billie about my new furs. Well, I told her, and when we were leaving, Miss Miller was at the door. She came up to us and said in a very icy tone, “Cecily, you will go to your room alone and remain there until dinner time. I saw you talking during my lecture, and consider it very rude.” I went to my room with my heart full of revolt. I am seventeen now, and think that I am too old to be corrected and punished like a child. Don’t you agree with me? While I was in my room the mail was given out and there were two letters of importance for me. One was a letter from father, telling me that he had to go to South Dakota on business and would be away during our mid-term vacation. He sent money and love. I was somewhat pac¬ ified by that letter, but it was yours that gave me an idea which I quickly decided to carry out. First there was father’s not being home for the next vacation, and then your invitation to spend it with you. After about fifteen minutes hard thinking, I conceived a plan which was really the second link of that tragic chain. T decided to begin at once. Consequently you received a telegram (father had sent money) that our vacation began the next day, Saturday, and to expect me on the evening train. Our vacation was really not to start for two weeks. This telegram was easily sent, as John, the school bus driver, goes to the village every evening and can be trusted implicitly. 1 called to him from my window and tlu-ew the message down to him, telling him what to do with it. I packed my suit case next. I was not able to take much, but I did not intend to stay away very long. I would stay until the fac¬ ulty were alarmed and would be sorry that I had gone, and Miss Miller probably weeping for being so harsh with me. When my suit case was packed I shoved it back under my bed, and tried to think of the best person to take into my confidence. I would gladly have taken Billie, but the poor girl had been stung lately for raiding the pantry after last Saturday night’s dance. I finally decided on little Fleta Collins. She is a girl that is a regular teacher’s pet, is never blamed for anything. You see I didn’t want any one held responsible for my leaving. I went down to the refectory that evening, and met the sympathy of the girls — 57 — THE ENTERPRISE T7 with indifference. I was thinking of greater things. During the meal, I put my plan before Billie and she thought it was wonderful. I told her to stop raving and bring Fleta to the recreation room after dinner. After Billie’s and my strenuous efforts Fleta consented to do as I told her the next day for we would go shopping in the village. Then I retir¬ ed, as I felt that I would need a good rest before undertaking so great an enterprise. The next morning I sent my suit case to the depot by, John. The third link, brought forth a new character. Saturday afternoon I said good-bye to Billie at the General Merchandise Store and Fleta and I went to the postoffice to get some stamps, apparently. The depot was next door. I told Fleta to go back alone and join the girls as quietly as possible, and not to say anything about me unless I was missed. If any one should miss me, she was to say that I went over to the bank to cash a check. I would have time to get away before my absence was discovered, for if Miss Hall’s eagle eye was once in action, not a single spot in town would be overlooked. But my task was to be far more dif¬ ficult than I had expected. Just as we were leaving the postoffice, Fleta spied a man. I should have abandoned the whole plan right there, know¬ ing, as I did, Fleta’s weakness for the other sex. Fleta happened to know this person; “a friend of the family,” she said. He advanced and smiled politely as Fleta presented him. He started to talk immediately, but I excused myself very soon for divers reasons. I was afraid that some of the girls might come into the postoffice, and that would make matters more complicated. It was near train time too. As I left, I sent a warning glance at Fleta, for she is inclined to think that she is doing something wicked when she is really being sensible. I waited at the depot until it was nearly dark, and no train! I grew uneasy, and asked the new ticket agent what had happened to the train, and if it would go thru that night. He said that he hardly thought so, but would find out very soon if I would care to wait. Care to wait! What else could I do? The girls had gone back to school by that time; I wouldn’t have gotne back anyway. As I turned from the window in despair, who should come in but Fleta’s friend! He advanced and said, “It’s you! I hardly hoped to have the pleasure of seeing you again, Miss-a-a-” “Stonemann,” I supplied. “Oh yes, Cecily Stonemann. You know I am leaving town tonight. You appear to be leaving, too,” he smiled, and it was a most bewitching smile. “Yes,” I said, “ I am going to Jacksonville to visit a friend.” “Do you happen to know Irving Jackson?” he said. “Why, yes. It is his sister, Phil, whom I am going to visit.” Just then the ticket agent came over and said that owing to a land¬ slide down the river, the train would not be thru until morning—Hor¬ rors! What was I to do? I could not get to you, and I would not go back to school. — 58 - THE ENTERPRISE T7 Then the man (I didn’t know bis name) said, “I am going thru Jack¬ sonville in my car tonight, and perhaps you would care to go with me. 1 won Id let you off at the Jackson’s. ’ ’ Seeing me hesitate at the thought of riding at night with a stranger he said, “I know I’m a stranger, but I believe I can be trusted.” He looked hurt, and almost grieved. I said that I would he glad to go with him, and he immediately picked up my baggage and led me across the street to a large four passenger machine with the side curtains on, for some unearthly reason. It didn’t look like rain. He explained that the side curtains were on to keep out the cold wind. He helped me in, and we were off without delay, and go! Phil, you should have been there, we simply flew. It was positively thrilling. We were going so fast, and the engine made so much noise that we couldn’t talk much, but I had a good chance to look at him. He wasn’t handsome, but had a good chin, and a smile that would have taken him any place, and he used it continually. When we had to slow down around a turn or over a bridge, lie asked if I was cold, or scared. Once he reached over and tucked the robe around me. That marvelous ride was over far too soon — it seemed as if we had just started when we stopped. The man took my hand, in fact, I believe that he took them both and said that he hoped I hadn’t been scared, and that he had enjoyed my company. He also hoped I hadn’t been bored. I replied that I had not, and thanked him for his trouble. He was saying something silly, when I remembered my hands and I hast¬ ily withdrew them. Then he hopped out and set my suit case down and then came around and unfastened the side curtains and helped me out. When 1 saw where I was, I was speechless, and while I was in this state he said not a word, but jumped into his machine and was off before I could stop him. As I saw the villain escape, for such I discovered he was, I knew that he had personally deceived me and brought me back to school, for there I stood, bag and baggage, at the front door. 1 was positively mad, and believe I would have torn my hair if Evelyn Brown had not come out and drag ged me into the building. I am scarcely aware of what followed, except that I received abuse from most of the teachers and the sympathy of most of the girls. In fact, the girls were too sympathetic; I wanted to be left alone. I went to bed and Billie kept off the inquisitive mob. I have not left my room today, but I know that all the girls are saying everything imaginable about poor Cis Stonemann, and a mysterious man with a machine. I suppose Fleta got cold feet and told him, and he thought it would be good sport to stop me. It is well for him that he left immediately as I fairly gnash my teeth when I think of his contempt¬ ible actions. I will never forgive myself for consenting to ride with a strange man, thus making a fourth link in that apparently endless chain. And then — 59 — THE ENTERPRISE T7 adding another by not having presence of mind enough to dart into the night when I discovered where I was instead of being led into disgrace. 1 have forgiven Fleta, as she came in and fell on my neck this morning, and wept about a bucket of tears down my neck. I had to forgive her to get rid of her. This is the last link! x letter just came from the village from a Mr. Jack Burton. This is what he said: “My dear Miss Stonemann: “I hated to play the villain, but if I hadn’t “lured” you away to your defeat, you would have had to return as there was no way of your getting to Jacksonville till morning. You would have been ex¬ pelled, no doubt, for running away if I hadn’t come to your rescue. I hope that you have forgiven me, and see your mistake. Think of the disgrace of being expelled! I must admit that I admire your nerve and the way in which you carried out your plan. I trust you will let me call when your wrath has subsided. I am staying in the village for two months. Till my first call, I am, Hopefully, JACK BURTON.” He certainly is the boldest person I ever heard of. What do you think of that letter! I am sure he is no friend of Irving’s. Is lie? If so, tell your dear brother to beware of his treachery. However, I rather admire his nerve. I would like to know such a person well. I will not let him call until he has repented his rash actions. I am afraid I will never have the heart to leave my room, as I would leave it in disgrace if I did. Miss Miller will be picking at me eternally and all the girls will feel sorry for me, and if there is anything I loathe it is pity. Hoping you will forgive me for disappointing you, L am, with much love, Yours in despair, CIS. P. S. The prefect just came in and informed me that I will spend my vacation here. Sweet, isn’t she? I feel bound in chains of misery wrought by myself, from my folly and madness. C. S. P. P. S. I have decided that the side curtains were on to keep me from seeing where we Avere going. CIS. MARY EDNA GOSS AGE. —60— Published annually by the Student Body of the Petaluma High School VOLUME XXIX “PETALUMA, CAL. Frank Parry . Mervvn Latson Eodt©irdal Staff . Editor Assistant Editor Departments Literary . School Notes and Organizations.. Daily Egg. Commercial . Exchanges . Alumni .. Athletics . Joshes . Art Critic . Mildred Hogan . Susan Casterline .Ivar Pederson . Lillian Rollins .. Dallas Ruhlman . Nanetta Adams . Arthur Todd . Olin Hopkins Leland Pederson Adolph Briesli . . Howard Kalish I Lillian Bascom [ Nellie Nickson Miss Emma V. Llesse Cecil Sullivan .. Esther Pederson Busoness TAPF . Manager Associate Manager — 63 — Mervyn Latson Arthur Todd Dallas Ruhlman Frank Parry Susan Casterline Cecil Sullivan Mildred Hogan Ivar Pedersen Esther Pedersen ■IH Lillian Rollins Adolph Briesh Nanetta Adams Olin Hopkins Nellie Nickson Leland Pederson Emma Hesse Howard Kalish Lillian Bascom The Resfonsdbildty of High School Students W HEN a student leaves grammar school for high school he should be prepared to leave a certain trait of childhood behind him—irresponsibility. In grammar school a student is constantly supervised in his work and play. This is not only necessary but wise, since childhood is a time of irresponsibility. This is changed in high school. The teachers earnestly endeavor to create a sense of responsibility in students by allowing them the great¬ est amount of freedom possible. They try to make them feel that the teachers are there, not to command but to direct. As the teachers begin to realize that an individual student is learning to conduct himself like a grown-up person and not like a child, they gradually place responsibility on the student’s shoulders and by the time he lias reached his senior year he does not have to be constantly “policed” by the teachers. Collectively the students are given even a larger sense of freedom. They control almost entirely the conduct of student organizations. By the splendid response to this trust placed in them, the students have shown conclusively that they can assume responsibility. It also shows that the greater part of the students recognize and appreciate the right to control their own activities. Unfortunately there is always a small minority of people who never lose some of the disagreeable qualities of childhood. There is always the man in the community who thinks it an indication of wisdom to evade and break the law in petty ways. The high school receives its quota of this kind of people. Just as the man evading and breaking the law in petty ways thinks he is showing wisdom, so the student of this type thinks he is doing something ex- f — 66 — THE ENTERPRISE T7 tremely clever when lie hoodwinks and disobeys the teacher’s directions. Punishment by teachers is no remedy for this idea. The wholesome opinion of the great majority of students should frown upon the actions of such individuals. This is the only way to remove this deplorable attitude of mind. All students must realize that such action is hurting the good name of the school. They must show their true dislike for such conduct and do everything in their power to discourage it. Athletics in the IMew Petaluma High School HEN the corner-stone of the new Petaluma High School was laid, little did the good citizens of Petaluma realize the unlimited possibilities for great progress of a greater Petaluma High. The splendid plant w T as constructed and every modern appliance that was to aid the students in better health, better education and better safety, was placed in the building. After years of limited and slow advancement in the old school, the students entered the new building. With this there was planted the seeds of a greater P. H. S. A new spirit arose, and with it the growth of Democracy. At the present day our school is a truly democratic in¬ stitution, for the students govern themselves in every branch of activity. But with the improvement of our grounds, there came the greatest progress. In our modern education, the keeping of the body in physical condition is the large factor. It is that which every student must have if he or she shall be quick of mind and a wide awake student. To keep ourselves in such condition, there must be adequate room in which to develop the various activities for both boys and girls. The basket ball courts brought out many girls, and under the excellent supervision of Miss Hesse, a first-class team was produced which played up to the last game of winning the League Championship. A comparatively new activity, girls’ base-ball, became popular and a great number of the girls enjoyed the invigorating and beneficial sport of playing twice a week. With the boys, however, there developed the greatest athletic season that Petaluma High has ever known. As the track was completed, more eager athletics than the school has ever seen, turned out for train¬ ing. Due to the efforts of Mr. Binkley and his services as a coach, the boys were given the right instruction as to training with beneficial re¬ sults and a team of promising athletes have been developed. When the base-ball diamond reached completion, still more students were to be seen in our “back yard.” A team was chosen from each class, THE ENTERPRISE ’17 an Interclass series was held and from the half a hundred boys partici¬ pating a team was chosen to represent the school. But what were the results from the facilities which were given us? They are indeed numerous. The greatest, however, is this: A wonder¬ fully tine sportsmanship has been created. Our teams have been able to play more competing schools and thereby come in contact with the many other fine fellows in other schools. They have played clean- square games at all times and have always acted as students whom P. H. S. should he proud. Without the opportunity to meet these other schools, how could this he developed? The efforts of our boys have certainly been rewarded. Everyone who has come out for base-ball, tennis, basket-ball, or track, have fully en¬ joyed their training. They are in better condition physically, morally and as students. Then too, those who have acquired a place on the regu¬ lar teams have received their reward. They have played diligently in the League games and as a result, this season, Petaluma High has cap¬ tured two Championship pennants, base-ball and tennis, out of a pos¬ sible four and with a competing number of twelve or more schools. And then, lastly, there has been the development of a new school spirit. The numerous games have given the student body the oppor¬ tunity to offer its full support. Everyone has willingly answered to the numerous requests. They have realized a sense of pride for their school and witnessing the exhibitions of superiority and finding their fellow scholars to be conquerors, has established this faith and spirit which must be established in any high school if the students are to govern themselves with interest and the right kind of “pep.” Surely all of these excellent results of athletic activities should be gratifying to the citizens of Petaluma. For the High School has given noticeable appreciation of the facilities offered, and may each following year show the same or greater marked improvement. T. HASKELL. ’17 -o- The Signifdcainice of the Faculty to the School T HE girl or boy attending High School is liable to take with too little seriousness the responsibility and work of the teach¬ ers. We are apt to look on them as paid instructors who have a certain amount of assigned work to do each day. Let me urge you not to foster this idea, for the teachers have a deep interest in each one of you. They are not merely doing their duty, but are work¬ ing diligently and conscientiously to make better men and women of you. They are not only serving their employers but are also doing their little share of world’s work by turning out fit citizens. — 68 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 A teacher lias to be equally thoughtful of all and must be patient in the face of the criticisms of parent and students alike. He meets with every kind of personality and character and has to study a way of work¬ ing with each individual scholar so that he can bring out the best that is in him. This work calls for a strong will power, and is a tax on nerv¬ ous energy, for a teachers’ patience is severely tried. He cannot cope successfully with all his problems unless he has a larger purpose in life than just mere teaching. The life of any of our teachers should be an inspiration to all of us, and we should try to co-operate, with them and make them feel that their efforts are recognized and appreciated. The significance of the faculty is, perhaps, not quite as evident to the lower classmen as it is to the Seniors. The latter are very near their graduation. The future which they cannot see, looms less large, per¬ haps, than the happy days they are leaving behind them; the days when as Freshmen they entered High School and first became acquained with the teachers. They can see how the teachers immediately became in¬ terested in their welfare, trying to make them feel at ease in their new home, getting them interested in school affairs and activities, but al¬ ways keeping before their eyes the necessity of conscientious devotion to their studies. In manifold ways—service on committees, coaching plays and operas, developing athletics’ and doing innumerable other things outside of their work—they have willingly sacrificed their time and pleasures for our benefit. To our faculty the graduating class and the whole school wish to show in this small degree our appreciation of their honest endeavor. M. LATSON. ’17 -o- We wish to thank all those who aided in the production of this paper. Special thanks are due to the staff for their excellent work in the pro¬ duction of each department. We owe a great debt to the drawing and typewriting classes, in furnishing drawings in the former case, and in supplying excellent copy for the printer in the latter case. The aid that Miss Hesse, the critic’ gave was invaluable and without which the paper could not have been produced. Last but not least, the work of the en¬ tire student body is to be commended. — 69 — The Student Body The officers of last year vacated their chairs for the officers of 1916- 1917. ... President .. Thurlow Haskell Vice-President .. Raymond Winans Secretary . Daisy George Accountant..... Ivar Pedersen Editor Enterprise . Frank Parry Librarian . Edith Davidson Manager Track . Blair Hart Manager Class Activities. Adolph Briesli The officers elected for the coming term are: President . Stanley Gregory Vice-President.Mercy Meyer Secretary . Esther Pedersen Accountant . Waldo Brown Editor Enterprise . Hortense Clark Manager Enterprise . Olin Hopkins Manager Inter-Class . Howard Kalish Manager Boys’ Basketball.Dean Smith Manager Track ... George Hogan Manager Boys’ Tennis. Ralph Murphy Manager Handball . Herbert Smith Manager Girls’ Tennis ... Elie Benneche Manager Girls’ Basketball.. Marie Anderson Librarian. Dorothy Norman On August 22, 1916, the Latin Club, or the Sodalitas Latina, was organized and on that day the Juniors held their class election. President . Stanley Gregory Vice-President . Esther Pedersen The Glee Clubs were organized on August 28, 1916, and there will be some splendid programs, judging from the numbers who joined. Miss Prutzman is indeed very proud of the Glee Clubs. — 70 — Ivar Pedersen Thurlow Haskell Victoria Casarotti Mervyn Latson Tholow Binkley T IT E ENTERPRISE ’17 The orchestra, under the leadership of Ralph Harrington, was also organized. The orchestra has increased in numbers this year. U. M. S. FDNAFOIRE The combined Glee Clubs of Petaluma High School are working on their annual production. This year it surely will be much better than anything produced by them so far, for they have become so efficient that they are producing II. M. S. Pinafore instead of their usual opertta. This is a comic opera in two acts, written by W. S. Gilbert. The music is by Arthur Sullivan. The plot is entirely original and delightful, and the music is quick and gay. The scene is laid on the quarterdeck of His Majesty’s Ship, “Pinafore’” and has a large chorus, consisting of sailor boys and the sisters, aunts, and cousins of the Rt. Hon. Sir Joseph Porter, First Lord of the Admiralty. The plot is original and picturesque, combining a charming little love story and a distinctly nautical setting given by the presence of seamen and sailors. The cast for the principal part s and the chorus of over forty people, all under the direction of Miss Prutzman, means that it will be a great success. The cast is given below: The Rt. Hon. Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B.—First Lord of the Admiralty . Stanley Gregory Capt. Corcoran—Commander H. M. S. Pinafore .... Oscar Kulberg Ralph Rackstraw—Able Seaman . Raymond Momboisse Dick Deadcye—Able Seaman . Mervyn Latson Billie Bobstay—Boatswain’s Mate.. Erwin Barker Bob Begket—Carpenter’s Mate .. Dean Smith Tom Tucker—Midshipmite ... Lloyd Reibel Josephine—The Captain’s Daughter . Helen Barker Hebe—Sir Joseph’s first cousin . Mayme Barnes Little Buttercup—A Portsmouth Bumboat Woman, Janie Wheeler The orchestra is combining with the Glee Clubs and is furnishing the music, which is really promising, from what we hear at the rehearsals. There are nine pieces, under the direction of Ralph Harrington. Miss E. Hesse Walter Lawrence Waldo Brown Gladys McIntyre Mercy Meyer Wm. Hahn Carroll Leonard Lloyd W T oolsey Cecil Sullivan Violins — 72 —■ . Cornets Clarinet ... Piano � THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Debating A great deal of interest lias been shown in the debating teams which were formed this term. Class debates were held to select a winning team in each class. The first interclass deflate was between the Freshmen and Sopho¬ mores on March 23. The question to be debated was: “Resolved, That only people paying taxes on real and personal prop¬ erty should be allowed to vote.” The affirmative side was upheld by Herbert Smith and Marvin Downing. Wiliam Romwall and Forrest Benson were the negative debaters. Like most good debates, it was hard for the judges to reach a de¬ cision; however, they agreed that the affirmative won and the Sopho¬ mores duly applauded their team. On April the 24th, the debate between the Sophomores and Juniors, “Resolved, That all immigrants coming into the United States should be compelled to pass the literacy test,” was, if possible, livelier and more interesting than the previous one. Waldo Brown and Ivar Pederson of the Junior class- maintained the negative side so well that the judges decided in their favor. Herbert Smith and Marvin Downing, of the affirmative side, upheld many excel¬ lent arguments. On May 22nd, the final debate of the interclass debating contest was held. The question for debate was, “Resolved, That the United States should adopt compulsory military training.” Bill Milner and Frank Parry, representing the Senior class, upheld the negative side. Waldo Brown and Ivar Pederson, the Junior cliompion deba ters, upheld the affirmative. Both sides upheld their parts exceptionally well and the judges had difficulty in deciding the winner. When they did render their decision it was not unanimous, but was two to one in favor of the negative side. — 74 — August 14, 1916. CHOOL opened today and everyone is so proud and happy in the new building. The Freshmen were “greener” than ever. There will be all kinds of parties and programs, and so I am going to record them in my red-letter day diary. Under the guidance of our new officers the student body will no doubt enjoy a peaceful, prosperous reign. President ......... Thurlow Haskell Vice President ..... Kay Winans Secretary. Daisy George Accountant ..... Ivar Pedersen Sept. 1, 1916. Poor Presides! The Freshmen Jolly-up was tonight and those poor children were having such a good time that they didn’t have sense enough to go home. We’ll have to change the hour of the reception for them. Sept. 4, 1916. The Junior Picnic came off today in glowing colors. Nothing like a ride in a hard truck with a jolly bunch of Juniors. The class went to Inverness. They intend giving another one soon, going to some other interest¬ ing place. Sept. 15, 1916. Mr. Smith addressed the student body this afternoon on “Current Events.” His talk was very interesting. But then, even if it had not been, we would be glad to have anything for short periods. — 77 — THE ENTERPRISE H7 Sept. 18, 1916. Hie Seniors and Freshmen held their class elections today. The Seniors voted: President Secretary Treasurer Bill Milner . Daisy George . Beatrice Bowman but the Freshmen didn’t know anything about any other office than that of president, and they voted Floyd Frasier to hold that dignified posi¬ tion. Sept, 28, 1916. This noon the girls in Miss Beauchamp’s room didn’t behave them¬ selves, and as a consequence, they did not hear Professor Momsen ad¬ dress the assembly. He is going to give a series of lectures and he wanted to introduce himself, which he did, by telling the student body (all but the Junior girls) one good joke after another. Oct. 16, 1916. Because the vice-presidency was vacated this term- a re-election took place today for that office. Mervyn Latson received the most votes, so lie will henceforth try to ornament the stage with the other officers dur¬ ing the student body meetings on Monday mornings. Oct. 20, 1916. This afternoon, Mr. Way addressed the students on “Current Events.” In the evening the Sophomores had their class party. Oct. 21, 1916. Whew! but I’m tired. I just left several of those who went to the Field Meet in Sebastopol today. They were so excited. Petaluma got Fourth Place! Oct. 27, 1916. The Juniors had their class party tonight. Everyone had a fine time. Dancing to C. Sullivan’s music is apt to make anyone forget time. Nov. 24, 1916. An all-star cast scored a triumph tonight when they played “The For¬ tune Hunter.” The annual play this year was unusually good. The auditorium was crowded and the entire school is pleased over the suc¬ cess of the performance. After the final curtain on the last act, the actors and actresses, orchestra, ushers, and scene-sliifters were given a supper and dance by some of the mothers. Today we had a program, because it was the last day of this term. Mercy Meyer and Dorothy Hall each gave a reading, the Glee Clubs sang, and all together we had a splendid program. Feb. 2, 1917. The Freshmen had to have their Jolly-up just as soon as it was pos¬ sible to have one this term. It was a huge success. Mr. Elmquist play¬ ed “Nobody loves me, everybody hates me,” while the little Freshmen — 78 — T H E E N T E R P RISE ’17 marched up to I. Pedersen and received a “goo-goo” tart to keep them from putting their fingers in their mouths when they had to dance with the Seniors. Mar. 16 1917. Mr. Smith gave his class a party tonight, just because they had a clean record in having no tardinesses. The Seniors had a splendid time and all pronounced Mr. Smith the ideal host. Mar. 23, 1917. Analy and Petaluma High Schools held a dual field meet today. The meet was very exciting, especially as the score was tied for awhile. How¬ ever, Analy won. But she had to work hard to do it. The Fortune Hunter T HE students of the Petaluma High School produced the famous comedy, “The Fortune Hunter,” by Winchell Smith, on the evening of November 24th, in the spacious auditorium. This was the biggest play that the High School has yet produced, and because it was so successful, it will produce bigger ones yet. The play itself is strictly modern and because it was so well acted no one realized after the curtain first rolled up that amateurs were “star¬ ring.” The orchestra, under the efficient leadership of Ralph Harring¬ ton, was likewise a success. Betty Graham, the poor druggist’s daughter, completely swayed the hearts of the audience with her winning grace, with her cheerful view of life and in the difficult role which she portrayed. This part was play¬ ed by Daisy George. Her father, Sam Graham, an old man living in his dreams and on his invention, was admirably acted by Mervyn Lat- son. Cecil Sullivan’ as Tracey Turner, used his own genius to play his funny part and amused the audience greatly. Dorothy Olmsted, as Angie, accepted his courtship and attempts at love-making in a sweet, adorable manner. Mr. Lockwood, generally known as Ivar Pederson, ascended upon poor Sam Graham with all the just and awful wrath of a country town banker. He immediately liked Nathaniel Duncan, the fortune hunter. The latter part, which was so well played by Bill Milner, who must whether he chose to or not, become a victim to the charms of Josie Lockwood, a silly, frivolous country girl. But right will always win out. Roland Barnett, who by his school¬ mates is called Olin Hopkins, was Josie’s lover and he did not like the “city guy.” However, the hero preferred the heroine, so Roland be¬ came at peace to all the world with Josie Lockwood. The other parts, less important, were all well acted. The actors lived — 79 - THE ENTERPRISE ’17 their parts, seemingly, and in that, and in the efforts of the coaches, Miss Prutzman and Mrs. F. J. Greene, lay the entire success of the play. The following is the entire cast: Robbins— Kellogg’s servant, . Warren Dodge. Tom—A news boy.Harold Rorden George Burnham—a promoter ... Howard Kalish James Long—A Wall Street man.Adolph Briescli Lawrence Miller—A Wall Street man.Arthur Todd Nathaniel Duncan—the fortune hunter ...Bill Milner Henry Kellogg—a rising young financier. Tlmrlow Haskell Willie Bartlett—a millionaire’s son. Stanley Gregory Hi—the oldest inhabitant.Leland Pederson Watty—the tailor.Raymond Momboisse Betty Graham . Daisy George Tracey Turner—the liveryman’s son. Cecil Sullivan Mr. Lockwood—the banker . Ivar Pederson Roland Barnett—bank cashier . Olin Hopkins Sam Graham—the druggist ... Mervyn Latson Angie—Josie’s friend .... Dorothy Olmsted Josephine Lockwood . Susan Casterline Sperry—a drug salesman . Jack Fitz Gerald Pete Willing—the sheriff ... Henry Reynaud Herman—errand boy . Milo Meeks Village Girls—Mable George, Victoria Casarotti, Aline Barber, Chris¬ tine Liddle, Mercy Meyer, Hortense Clark, Nanetta Adams, and Jessie Filippini. IDITORIAL Gentle reader, or otherwise: In offering for your considera¬ tion this issue of “The Daily Egg” we have no excuses to offer. We maintain that “The Daily Egg” is a strictly fresh article, sound and suitable for human consumption. It is guaranteed under the “Impure Food and Smoke Act of June 32, 1918” In its colmuns, from year to year, have appeared the names of many men who have since then “turned their toes to the daisies.” Think of the many individuals whose names will be made illustrious because they appeared in this issue of the “Egg.” Permit your fond eyes to peruse the unreliable department of misin¬ formation which follows. Browse among our salubrious fields of transposed epithets. Scrutinize our figures of speech and overlook the “adds.” Then meekly inquire from the woman at your left (meaning your wife, of course) what she thinks about all this. She will tell you in accents sweet and clear, “It is a fresh article.” -o- ENGAGEMENT OF MR. L. S. PEDERSON ANNOUNCED Mr. Leland Stanford Pederson, a transfer student from Fresno, wishes to announce to his fellow students at Petaluma Hi that he is engaged. During the four years of his high school career spent in our commer¬ cial department, Mr. Pederson has endeared himself to us. His phoney drawings have won for him a soft spot in the hearts of Miss Nina — 81 — THE DAILY EGG, ’17 Beauchamp, Mr. T. E. Sunde, and Cecil Sullivan. His cheery smile and long eye lashes have bro’t hap¬ piness into the hearts of many Fresliies who will be heartbroken to learn of his engagement. Mr. Pederson is a broad-should¬ ered and deep-chested youth. Pet- alumans heard of his ability to throw the bull long before he arriv¬ ed. He is built on the order of A il- burn Gibson, and carries himself like a George Crozier the second. He has always been a prominent figure in the social set aside from being a member of the ‘ ‘ Hung Gree Club,” he is associated with The Ladies’ Aid Society, The l kelele Club, and the Young-Men’s Do- nothing Association. For the past four years Mr. Ped¬ erson has taken a deep interest in Hi School Activities. He has never won a “ Place” but without his fath¬ erly advice, Petaluma Hi would not he occupying her (un) enviable posi¬ tion in the League. As far as any¬ one knows, he has not been able to accumulate a dollar and for this perfectly valid reason, he has been an Honorary Member of the Stud¬ ent Body in poor standing for some time. While in this position, he has held a number of high offices, consider¬ ing his low rank. For several sea¬ sons he has been the second assist¬ ant water carrier for the Associated Glee Clubs. Last semester, he was elected on the Doolittle Ticket for assistant scene-sliifter. In recog¬ nition of his invaluable assistance he was appointed by Mr. See Sully Van to fill the position of waste paper carrier for the Enterprise Staff during the temporary illness of Mr. H. Kalish. Mr. Pederson has the sincerest wishes and heartiest congratula¬ tions of his fellow students. We all desire to see him make tremendous success in his venture and earnestly hope the chicken ranch will never fail him. -o- Mr. Binkley Explained to Prof. Smith Why He Was Absent Somebody sent my wife a cook book. It looked all very nice on the outside and I was led to believe that it might contain some useful in¬ formation. Across the front in laige letters it read “The Bungle- low Cook Book,” by Miss Gladys Thomson. We were preparing for visitors the other day and my wife, who is always anxious to please, se¬ lected a recipe for “Dainty Des¬ sert.” It sure was dainty, any way you want to look, at it, but shortly after partaking of it, I was siezed with violent pains in the region of the aesophagus. I began to fear lest it was hyperchlorhydria, gastro- succorrlioea, or isocliymia. My guests were greatly alarmed, but lost no time in summoning Dr. ‘ ‘ Minnie ’ ’ Winans. After a careful examination he diagnosed my case as cardialgia and said that I should drink water an hour before break¬ fast. This morning I tried his treatment but I couldn’t drink for more than ten minutes. -o- M. Hammel: (seriously) Is Dor¬ othy absent? Blanche D.: No, she’s coming, so is Kalali. “Pop” Smith: So is Christmas. — 82 — THE DAILY EGG, ’17 “HEART BEATS” Mr. Tur Kaskell liad been keeping- company with Miss M. Abel Gee Orge for nigh unto three years without so much as ever hinting at matrimony. One Sunday, last spring, the afore-mentioned young man appear¬ ed at the home of his sweatheart as usual, just in time for lunch. From her boudoir window, Miss Gee Orge saw her sweetheart’s Ford stagger¬ ing around the corner. She rushed to the front door, greeted Tur Kas¬ kell with her sweetest salutation and relieved him of his borrowed overcoat. “Hello!” called a voice from the living room, or thereabouts, and Tur Kaskell recognized it as Mr. Gee Orge’s. In another minute, he had appeared. “Well, well! it’s Tur Kaskell, and how are you to¬ day? I haven’t seen you since last Sunday?” “Very well,” replied the young- man and in his heart he pondered. “A word with you please,” said Miss M. Abel’s father, “And if the young lady will pardon us, we’ll step out on the porch.” Tur Kaskell followed, his heart jumping violently the while and he feared lest Mr. Gee Orge should speak on a very delicate matter. HANK REYNAUD, MERCHANT Second-Hand Books, Cast-off Ideas. Eight discarded amendments to our CONSTITUTION 1 Junk St., Corner Leon Ave. When the door had closed behind them, Mr. Gee Orge said, ‘ ‘ Why not put your Ford limousine in my gar¬ age?” --o- EFFICIENCY DEPARTMENT Mr. Editor, Care The Egg. Dear Sir:— Yesterday I received eleven eggs from ten hens and one rooster. Kindly advise me thru your invaluable paper how this happened. Miss M. Haskins. Dear Miss Haskins: In California, the men and women are franchised. The rooster just found it out. Easy. Call again. Editor. My Darling Editor:— Among the eggs I receive from my Airedale leghorns one has the appearance of having been cooked. Kindly advise. Miss Janie B. Wheeler. My Most Affectionate Little Lady: The hen is evidently a “tuff bird” old enuf to vote and . -. a hard boiled producer. Respectfully submitted. Editor. -o- “ Dutch N, ”— after the trip to San Frisco:—“and say, they served the dinner in corsets.”( courses). EASY TO LEARN— Crocheting, Embroidery, Tatting, Fancy Needle-Work Office Hours 9:30 - 12m; 1:30-3 pm. APPLY WALTER ANDERSON — 83 — THE DAILY EGG, ’17 THE THEATRE PARTY One Saturday night with their par¬ ents’ consent, A party of students on pleasure were bent. So they went to the Mystic to take in the show; (You remember their parents all said they could go); They arrived just too late to get a good seat, So they tlio’t for a while that they’d stand on their feet. They soon spied the stairway, and on it they sat, And took the opportunity to have a nice chat. Thus they sat peering from behind the white slats, But their view was obscured by many large hats. An usher did feed them with pea¬ nuts so hot, (Maybe they ordered them, but we think not). Miss Egan then shouted at the top of her voice, “What’s all this racket, this terrible noise?” The usher did snicker and looked to¬ ward the stairs, “Miss Egan,” he told her, “the racket is theirs.” “Well, don’t feed the animals again to-night.” She said it so loud, it gave me a fright. The names of the parties I’ll tell you in rhyme, They’re not set to music but I can keep time. They were Helen and Janie, Mer- vyn and Roy, And if I am not mistaken, there was one other boy. Their last names are Barker and Haskel, Penry and Wheeler, Now this much you know, — I’m not much of a spieler. -o- A Few of The Many Things I’ve Tried to “Get.” The “drift” of Dallas Ruhlmann’s orations. Walter Anderson to school on time. George W. Crozier to take Dorothy Olmsted to a dance. Our athletic field finished before the end of the world. Norton Keyt to come forward for his block “P.” Cecil Sullivan to play without hav¬ ing to coax him. Warm on Monday morning when the fire goes out on “Sunole. ” Leland Pederson’s attention when he is talking to Dorotha D. The best of Miss Hesse in an argu¬ ment. Miss Prutzman to play “I won’t be home ’till morning.” Professor Smith to talk on one sub¬ ject for five minutes. Mr. Tholow Binkley on a joy-ride. Mr. A. B. Way to a funeral. Miss H. M. Perkins idea about “Domestic Science.” Miss K. Lindsay to shorten her Lat¬ in assignments. My German perfect for Miss Nagle. The Sixth period “Chem.” class to be quiet. Miss Woodman to do the “Lame Duck. ” — 84 — THE DAILY EGG, ’ 1 7 LOST and FOUND DEPARTMENT The Lost and The Loser Bro’t Face to Face LOST :—A yellow comb with the in¬ itial 44 B” on it. About thirty teeth missing. Finder kindly re¬ turn to T. Binkley. FOUND—A liter can of Colgate’s Beauty Producer in the locker vacated by Mr. 0. W. Wahlstrom. LOST—An Irish Dascliund. Ans¬ wers to the name of 44 Oscar.” Finder return to Cosroe E. Vans. FOR SALE—One complete line of 44 Bull.” Also a membership in the International Association of Spanish Athletes. Entitles hold¬ er to throw the 4 4 Bull. ” Apply 44 Bob” Lumsden. FOR SALE—Chemistry Course or will exchange for a 4 4 Pipe, one period subject.” H. Kalisli. WANTED—A class that will boil and stew well. A. M. Parry. LOST—Near Mr. Way’s, on or about Tuesday, a large pig. Had no marks ‘on his ears except a short tail and a limp in one leg. H. Doss. WANTED—A furnished room for a gentleman looking both ways and well ventilated. Oscar Kul- berg. NOTICE TO TRESPASSERS! GET OFF THE EARTH! I WANT IT. (??). GEO. BURBANK. WANTED—Someone to share the contents of my lunch box. Jessie Filippini. MEALS—Twenty cents and 44 UP.” P. H. S. Cafe, J. Badner, chef. WANTED—A quiet young man to hold my hands while I talk. W. Rorden. FOUND—A new way to comb my hair. L. Lock. LOST—A soprano voice. Finder please leave at G. Goodwin’s Skweakery and receive reward. Jas. Mac Donald. WANTED—Someone to show Blair Hart how to 44 Queen.” L. Towne. FOR RENT—The High School pi¬ ano on Monday mornings. C. Sullivan. WANTED—Young men, matrimon¬ ially inclined, to join our club. J. Fitz Gerald, Pres. C. Acorn, Treasurer. 0. Hopkins, Bus. Mgr. R. Murphy, Secretary. EXCHANGE—I am willing to ex¬ change a Student Body President for anything. What have you? M. George. FOR SALE—One cap. Cheap. It won’t last long. B. Milner. WANTED—A new method of col¬ lecting dues. I. Pedersen. WANTED—A sweetheart. E. Dav¬ idson, Route 51, Cotati. WANTED—My ma-Earl Gray -o- Miss Woodman’s eagle eyes ob¬ served George Crozier amusing his classmates by wiggling his ears, and this is what she said, “Young man, you are betraying your ancestry.” ADVICE FREE Family Matters a Specialty. No Charge unless Successful Call or write, MME. PAULA SCHOENINGH, Rm. 4 — 85 — THE DAILY EGG, ’17 HENRY FORD’S PEACE MISSION Parody of “Sir Patrick Spence” The President sits in the White House, Feeding the “Dove of Peace.” Oh! whar will I get a good man, To send on an errand of peace. And up and spake an eldern senator Sat at the President’s right knee, “Henry Ford is the best man, That ever blessed humanity.” The President lias written a braid letter, And signed it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Henry Ford, Who was riding in a “ Can. ’ ’ The first line that Sir Henry read, Up in the can stood he, The next line that good Henry read, Away in the Ford went he. “Make haste, make haste, my little Fords all, For to Europe we leave this morn. ’ ’ “ Oh! say, nay say, our master dear, For the farmers need us to haul corn.” “Late, late last night, I saw the new moon, With a little Ford in her arms, And I fear, I fear, my dear master, That they will put us in their barns.” Oh! our little Fords were rich laith, To wet their rubber tired slioon, For lang, lang, ere the trip was made, Their carburetors were out of tune. Oh! lang, lang, may the Kaiser sit, With sour-kraut in his hand, Waiting for good Henry Ford, To stop riding in a “ Can. ’ ’ Oh! lang, lang, may King George stand, With a submarine net in his hair, Waiting for Sir Henry Ford, To stop this bloomin’ affair. Half o’er, half o’er to New York, Lies the town of Detroit. And there rides good Sir Henry Ford, Back to his starting point. —EDDIE SUMM. -o- Things That Can’t Be Done Follow the Student Body Constitu¬ tion. Borrow a quarter from Blair Hart. Move C. Harold McCullough to tears. Keep Wilma Rorden from talking. Teach Mercy M. how to “Queen.” See Norton Keyt without his bottle. Win a ball-game without Jesse Dab- ner’s poise. Teach Miss Helen Perkins the fox trot. Get Leland Pederson to ask a favor of “Pop” Smith. Sing a song perfectly (accompanied by our “piano”). Convince Miss Hesse that she is wrong in an argument. Detect a resemblance ‘tween “Dutch” Nusbaum and “Don” Sinclaire. Find the faculty at an athletic event. Divest Monsieur Momboisse, Jr., of his popularity at dances. See “Curly” Acorn walking to school alone. 86 — THE DAILY EGG, ’17 ALUMNI C. Madison, ’16, Prof, of German, Berkeley. R. J. Winans, T6, LTndertaker Nicasio. Nina Squires, ’16, Teller Petaluma. Dickson Brown, ’14, Batchelor, Monte Rio. Mabel Lauritzen, ’16, Widow, San Francisco. Dwight Kramer, ’16, Pool-shark, Santa Rosa. Homer Green, ’14, Cheese Merchant Bloomfield. James Rae, ’16, Egg Candler, Crown. Hebe Dykes, T4, Boaster, Palo Alto. Percival Wheeler, ’14, Restaurant- eur, Stanford. Frances Brown, ’13, Novelist, Northbrae. Edward Poole, ’16, Heartbreak.er, Berkeley. Hulda Seiss, ’16, Classy Dancer, Guerneville. ——o- Clare Gallagher: “If” I had the time and means, I would see the bas¬ ket-ball game this afternoon. Mabel Harrington: Yes! and if we had some ham, we would have ham and eggs, if we had the eggs. NUSBAUM’S STUDIO OF EXPRESSION Drama, Wawdewille, Photo-Plays Beginners Classes Friday Evenings Special Rates to Fresh-women FREE INTERVIEWS 028 Keyt Ave., Cotati REVENGE IS SWEET Miss Mabel H. was talking one day To Mercy and Clare, and perhaps, to the air. The gutter was rushing with water dark brown, When Mabel exclaimed, looking smilingly down Upon four little children, “Let’s help float their boat!” And Mercy replied, “Oh yes! Let us float.” She caught Mabel’s arm, and made her to trip, Falling quite fast and land on her hip. As “Merc” watched the children a-floating their boat, She said to Miss Mabel, “Why did¬ n’t you float!” And Mabel made answer, with a lump in her throat, “Out of me you have made, a sor¬ rowful goat.” Mercy took fright and in her re¬ treat, Jumped in the gutter and wet both of her feet. “Ah! Who’s the goat now!” said Claire with a bow, “It serves you right for causing this row.” “I guess I’m the goat,” sobbed “Merc” with a howl, And o’er her sweet visage came a horrible scowl. COMPLIMENTS of THE IDLE HOUR Billiards and Pool W. BROWN, H. RUSSEL, Prop., Mgr. THE DAILY EGG, ’17 PERSONALS Miss Dearie Leonard, the clever poetess who makes her home in this city, was a visitor to Novato last week. Local friends have received post¬ als from Rev. Father Ralph Mur¬ phy announcing his safe arrival at McNeill’s Island. Mrs. Jack Fitz-Gerald, of Gran- iteville, formerly of Petaluma, is visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Castagna. ‘‘Fat” Sullivan, who recently suffered a displacement of his ulna hone, is rapidly recovering under the supervision of Dr. A. Rogers. Howard Kalish and Nellie Nick- son ‘ ‘ Forded ’ ’ to Denman this week where they obtained a “license.” Wayne Park, editor of the “Pik¬ er’s Gazette” of Bloomfield, was a ‘ ‘ weak end ’ ’ visitor. Mervyn Latson has closed a deal with Dr. Hurley Tasked whereby he becomes Sonoma County repre¬ sentative for Peruna. Mrs. Grace I). Goodwin Wilson, originator of “Aesthetic Egos” has leased rooms in the Latson Build¬ ing and will use them for her studio. HASH! In Petaluma High there is a gir], Who wears her hair in curls. And sometimes high upon her he ad And sometimes in a braid instead. We tliinA: she is so innocent because that ' s the way she looks. You’d think she never laughed or played; just studied Latin books. This girt is pretty, blonde, and sweet, and oh! so very shy. And yet I know, in fact, she is just a trifle shy. Nhe likes to dirt, oh, yes ! she does and. that is plain to see. And do you know? or would you guess, She wears striped hosiery. Protect her, hide her name. Maybe you’ll never guess, But if you do, someone you’ll please if You treat this as a jest. ——0 - He knew all the actors of renown, But he was a stranger in our town, So when two figures he espied Out of step and side by side, He said, “They’re Kolb and Dill, I know full well For from their funny structures I can tell,” But a townsman long enough did pause To answer, “One’s Sinclaire, the other’s Doss.” PROF. HEINRICH DOSS DANCING MASTER All the latest dances taught, including “Nightmare Walk,” “Camel Hump” “Pusy-foot Glide,” “Two-Rock Step.” SOCIALS:—Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Individual instruction by appointment. Prices UNREASONABLE. —88 THE DAILY EGG, ’17 “Between Struggles” at The Freshie Reception Ray M.: What did you say your age was? Eli B: (peeved). I didn’t say, but if you care to know, I’ve just reached eighteen. Ray: What detained you! Ivar P.: Have you enuf confidence to loan me a quarter? B. Hart: I have the confidence, but not the quarter. -o- “WHO?” He is short, not long, And this is his song; “Come out to the Inter-Class Meet.” They would get him fussed By clapping with lust, And he blushes as red as a beet. Here’s one of his speeches In which he beseeches, As he looks at them all with dis¬ dain : “Now we have a swell track And all that you lack, Is the ambition to come out and train. ’ ’ They call him “Dutch’ , For want of such A name that would tit him better, But though he is German, He preaches no sermon That he practices not to a letter. E. L. B., ’17. A BALLAD Gif ye wad love and be loved, too, Ye maun nae be sae sad, For ye wull never fall in love Until ye be maire glad. An ye be walking with a lad, And sigh as gin ye were ill, He wull nae walk wi’ ye again,— Of ye he has had his fill. But ye shud smile and be merry wi’ him. Be merry and blithe as a lark; And ye wull find that ye’re days wull be Nae longer sae sad or sae dark. —MABEL HARRINGTON. -o- CHEMISTRY I. Dear old chemistry, my joy and my delight, It has in its power all hopes to blight, With its symbols and formulas, equations and rules, Oh! that it were banished from all of the schools. II. It’s a helpless task to learn its ways, Who cares for “Science” and its worthless praise? Who cares that water is H 2 0, Bother the chemistry, it’s a trial and a woe. —Ex. ■ 89 — Baseball I N the fall term, interclass baseball was held under the management of M. Acorn and L. Pederson. The first series of five games was played by Seniors and Freshmen vs. Sophomores and Juniors. The Seniors and Freshmen won the pennant. The next series was between the separate classes. The Juniors eas¬ ily ran away with this series. Under the new ruling they received num¬ erals of the year of graduation. A game with Analy was played on their grounds. Petaluma easily won with Pederson on the mound and Momboisse behind the bat. The score was 9 - 0. The spring baseball season opened early. Good material turned out, and with a diamond on the school grounds, the team is better than the preceding years. The first game was a practice game with Santa Rosa on our diamond. The game was exciting for both sides. Santa Rosa played well for the first three innings bringing in five runs. In the last of the fourth Peta¬ luma made a rally and brought in seven runs. This brought the score up to 7-5 in our favor. We won the game finally with a score of 10-7. The second practice game was between Petaluma and Tamalpais on the Mill Valley diamond. The game showed good playing on both sides. The final score was 5-3 in their favor. The third practice game was played with Sonoma on their diamond. It w as a cold windy day and the playing was poor on both sides. The first of the game seemed to be a walk-awav for Sonoma. At one time the score was 10-3 in their favor. Our pitcher had been given poor sup¬ port, so he, Pederson, started to make the Sonoma boys whiff the air. At the end of the ninth the score was 11-11. Another inning was played but the score remained the same and the game was called off on account of darkness. A return game with Sonoma was played on our diamond. The game was close and had a few exciting moments. The score was 0-0 until the last of the twelfth inning when we brought in one run, this giving us the game. The first League game was played with Analy on our diamond. In the first inning Analy scored a run on an error. In the fourth inning Pet¬ aluma scored a run. In the fifth we put the game on ice by making two more runs. The final score was 3-1 in our favor. Pederson pitched a fine game, striking out fourteen men and allowing no hits. The second game was to be played with Santa Rosa, but they for¬ feited it. The third league game was playedwitli Tamalpais on our diamond. Pederson and Momboisse were the battery for our team. Pederson pitched a fine game allowing only one hit and striking out fifteen men. Kantor of Tamalpais also pitched a fine game, but his support was poor. — 91 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 No runs were made until the last of the seventh when we scored one run. In the first of the eighth Tamalpais scored one run. In the last of the eighth we scored another run giving us a lead of 2-1. Tamalpais failed to score and we won the game. This gave us the championship of Napa, Marin and Sonoma counties. On April 21, the final league game for the championship of the North West Coast Section of the C. I. F. League was played with Fort Bragg on our diamond. Both sides hit hard and the game at all times was exciting. In the second inning we scored two runs. In the fourth inning Fort Bragg scored one run. In the sixth the game was put on ice when we scored six more runs. Fort Bragg scored three more runs during the rest of the game. The final score wns 13-4 in our favor. In the semi-finals for the state championship we played the High School of Commerce of San Francisco. Pederson, our pitcher, was laid up with a sore arm, so we had to put a sub-pitcher on the mound. The Commerce team was a bunch of heavy hitters and had a fine in¬ field and outfield. The Commerce team won by a score of 12-1. Arthur Todd saved us from a shut-out by banging out a three-bagger scoring a man ahead of him. He also caught a nice flv in left field after a long run. The team that played the whole season and who received their block “P’s” are: Raymond Momboisse. Catcher Leland Pederson (Manager) .— .-. Pitcher Claude Hoover ... First Base Norton Keyt. Second Base Jesse Dabner (Captain) . Third Base George Crescenzo . Short Stop Arthur Todd. Left Field Adolph Briesh. Center Field Dallas Rulilman. ....Right Field and Sub. Carroll Leonard ..... Right Field and Sub The baseball team made a good showing this ear and with new mat¬ erial we hope to make as good a one next year. 92 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Teniniis T HE fall tennis season began early in the term. Ralph Murphy, a new man, was added to the old team. Thus the new team con¬ sisted of Bill Milner, C. Leonard and Murphy. The first game was played with Analy on their courts. This was the preliminary for the C. I. F. League. In the singles Milner defeated Bar¬ low-6-3, 6-2, 6-1. Leonard was defeated by Anderson 6-3, 7-5, 6-2. In the doubles Milner and Leonard defeated Barlow and Anderson 6-3, 6-1, 6 - 1 . The semi-finals between Petaluma and Cloverdale were played at Pet¬ aluma. Milner defeated Cooley 6-1, 6-1, 6-2. Leonard defeated Thomp¬ son 6-2, 6-1, 6-0. In the doubles Murphy and Leonard defeated Cooley and Thompson 6-3, 6-1, 6-0. The finals were between Hitchcock and Petaluma on our courts. Mil- lied defeated Marion 6-2, 6-2, 6 1. Murphy defeated Sedgley 6-4, 6-3, 6-1. Thus the tennis team adds one more pennant to its list by winning the C. I. F. Championship. The spring tennis season opened with only Leonard and Milner on the team. The first league game was played with Analy on our court. Milner defeated Arnett 6-3, 6-2. Leonard defeated Anderson 6-4, 5-7, 6-3. The doubles were defaulted. The semi-finals were played on our court. Milner defeated Deasey 6-4, 6-2. Leonard defeated Suttan 6-4, 6-3. In the doubles Milner and Leonard defeated Deasy and Suttan 6-3, 6-1. The next league game was played on our court. Milner defeated Leonhart 6-1, 7-5. Leonard defeated Gunn 6-2, 6-4. In the doubles Milner and Leonard defeated Leonhart and Farman 6-1, 6-0, 5-7, 6-2. The tennis finals for the championship of the North West Coast Sec¬ tion of the C. I. F. League was played with Cloverdale on our court. Milner defeated Cooley 6-4, 6-3. Leonard defeated Steitz 6-3, 6-3. This gives the tennis team the championship for three years straight. We hope we will be able to keep up the good work next year. THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Track When the fall track season opened, the track men turned out in large numbers, but owing to the high hills in the vicinity of the school and to the fact of there being nothing but a rock pile on the school grounds they soon died off. Before the regular meet an interclass meet was held. The Sophomores captured first, with the Juniors second, Seniors third, and Freshmen last. This meet being also the tryouts for the team, Nusbaum was able to pick the following team: Keyt—Mile and 880 yard dash. Hart (Manager)—Pole Vault and 880 yard dash. Frasier—Shot and Discus. Bennecke—100 yard, 220 yard, and Shot. Gregory—High jump. Kalish—220 yard, High and Broad jump. D. Smith—440 yard and 220 yard. Hoover—Mile run. Nutting—Discus and 880 yard dash. Nusbaum—(Captain) Mile run. The regular meet of the C. I. F. League was held at Analy. Petaluma placed fourth, this being the best work that has been done for some time. Keyt’ as expected, easily won the mile. He also placed fourth in the 880 yard dash. Hart took first in the pole vault and third in the 880 yard dash. Kalish placed third in the broad jump. Both he and Gregory did well in the high jump. The relay team consisting of Keyt, Hart, Gregory and Bennecke placed fourth, thus giving us a total of sixteen points. The spring season started early and several of the old track men to¬ gether with new material turned out. In the early part of the season a dual meet was held with Analy on our track. To give all a chance who wished to enter, Mr. Binkley ar¬ ranged so that only a few track men took part in more than one event. The meet was run off in fine shape. The teams were tied as to points up to the relay race. The relay was very exciting and was undecided until the last few yards. Analy won the relay and the meet. The Analy boys showed their good sportsmanship in every way. Captain Nusbaum highly commended their conduct and also praised our boys. — 96 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Some of the largest point winners were: L. Pederson, H. Reynaud, N. Keyt, R. Momboisse, H. lvalish, A. Briesli, W. Lawrence, and B. Hart. The spring meet of the C. I. F. League was held at Santa Rosa, May 12. Petaluma took fifth place. Those who placed in the meet are: Kevt won the mile in 4:47. Nusbaum placed third in the mile. Leland Pederson placed third in the discus. Hart took second place in the pole vault. Briesli took third in the 220 yard dash. Howard Kalisli took sceond place in the high jump. Raymond Momboisse placed fourth in the 440 yard dash and fourth in the 120 yard high hurdles. The other members of the team are, M. Haskell, Penry, Bennecke, Claude Hoover and U. Smith. Though they did not make any points they should have credit for trying. Howard Kalisli, Jr., was elected captain for the following year. On April 14, a team consisting of L. Pederson, N. Keyt, H. Kalisli, B. Hart and R. Momboisse entered a meet at Stanford. Out of seven¬ teen schools they took sixth place. Hart won the pole vault. Keyt took third in the mile. Momboisse placed fourth in the 220 yard hurdles. Pederson and Kalisli did well in their events but did not place. On April 25, 26 and 27 an interclass meet was held under the manage¬ ment of Adolph Briesli. The events were run off in fine shape. The Juniors took first, the Seniors second, the Freshmen third and the Soph¬ omores last. — 98 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Girls 9 Basketball I N the fall term a series of interclass games was played. The series was won bv the Senior team. From these games Daisy George, the captain, was able to pick the following team: Miss A. Barber—Forward. Miss E. Raymond, (Mgr.)—Forward. M iss M. Anderson—Guard. Miss H. Clark—Guard. Miss I. Tozer—T. Center. Miss A. Runge—S. Center. M iss M. George—S. Center. Miss I). George, (Capt.)—Guard. Mi ss K. Kramer—Sub. Miss N. Doss—Sub. Miss P. Sclioeningh—Sub. M iss D. Traversi—Sub. Miss A. Frasier—Sub. The team was well coached by Miss Hesse and was in good practice before the first game. The first game was played with Tomales at Petaluma. The Petaluma team showed the result of their good coaching, by winning by a score of 37-6. A return game with Tomales was played at Tomales. This game was as easily won by Petaluma. The score was 20-1. The next game was played with Analy on our court. It was won by Petaluma. Score 25-10. 1 he next game was with San Rafael on their court. The game was won by San Rafael. The score was 41-9. The first game of the spring season was played with Analy on their court. It was won by Analy by a score of 36-29. The season ended with the Championship of Sonoma County. The girls expect to do better next year. — 99 — THE ENTERPRISE ’17 I A T the beginning of the season a large number of boys turned out for practice. H. Reynaud, the Manager ,arranged a series of interclass games. The series was won by the Sophomore team. From these games, Latson, the captain, was able to pick the following team: C. Leonard—Forward. M. Meeks—Forward. L. Reynaud—Center. M. Latson, (Captain)—Guard. F. Frasier—Guard. H. Reynaud, (Manager)—Sub. Jesse Dabner—Sub. The first game was a practice game with Analy. The game was good, but our team was slightly outclassed. The score was 30-22. The league game was to be between Petaluma and Santa Rosa, but for some reason Santa Rosa was obliged to forfeit. The game next held was between Sonoma and Petaluma. It was played on our court. The game was won by Petaluma. The score was 37-1(1. The next was between a 118 pound team of Analy and Petaluma. The game was a victory for Petaluma. The score was 30-19. The next league game was played at Petaluma with Tamalpais. The game was fast from the start, but Tamalpais got the best of it. The score was 32-23. In the spring term a practice game was played with Hitchcock on their court. Hitchcock won by a score of 35-24. Another practice game was held with Analy on our court. It was won by Petaluma, by a score of 29-20. Thus the basketball season ended. The team won the championship of Sonoma county. This is better than has been done for some time. With courts on the school grounds we hope to do better next year. — 101 — T HIS year we have to record an exceptionally small class in this Department, but the deficiency is more than made up by the un¬ usually large number of those who are taking the regular four- year course. Our pleasure in the performance of our tasks has been greatly enhanced this year by the conveniences and general working facilities of our new building. It is certain that the pupils and teachers fully appreciate the comforts of their surroundings and are justly proud of the achievements of the Petalumans in the erection of our model High School. We have the pleasure of using two new Royal Typewriting Machines. The addition of these machines is an important acquisition in the Com¬ mercial Department. After we became established in the new High School an adequate fil¬ ing system was adopted, which not only brings us in touch with the practical side of the business education, but makes the work much more interesting for us. In the past years the school has turned out scores of young business people who successfully completed their studies. Many of the gradu¬ ates have subsequently secured good positions in our own and other cities. Retrospectively and prospectively, therefore, we can be justly proud of our Petaluma High School, and we, the Commercial students, in bidding farewell to the Institution tender our sincere and heartfelt thanks to Miss Beauchamp and Mr. Way for the kind assistance and en¬ couragement they have given us in our work of preparation for the business life which stretches out before us. Many of us in following our vocations may wander far away from our own town, but wherever our lot is cast we shall always have pleasant memories of the teachers and schoolmates,who have so long been our advisors and friends during the High School days in the “City of Little Hills.” ii 1000 Mrs. Maud Norton Brooke, Oakland, Cal. Mrs. Maud Gale Atkinson, Long Island, Cal. Lee H. Patty.Berkeley, Cal. Elizabeth M. Goshen.Petauma, Cal. Emma Karey. Petaluma Cal. Frank Costello...San Francisco, Cal. Grace B. Dean.Petaluma, Cal. Eva Gibson.. Petaluma, Cal. Toseph Schuman...Soledad, Cal. Mrs. Berdie Mooney Benson, San Fran¬ cisco, Cal. Mrs. Mabel Sweed Liebert....Petaluma, Cal. Mabe? Matzenbach.....Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. MacMelehan Howard..Tacoma, Wash. Archie M. Alexander....San Francisco, Cal. Lulu Matzenbach.Petaluma, Cal. 1901 Romildo Edward Perinoni Petaluma, Cal. Pearl Houx Monett .Petaluma, Cal. Clyde Healy...Res. unknown Mrs. Gretchen Rost Roberta, Penngrove, Cal. Crystal Harford . Richmond, Cal. Hester Hunt. Petaluma. Cal. Lena Lyle Hunt.San Francisco, Cal. Mrs. Eva Dean Smythe.Marysville, Cal. Mrs. Grace E. Barlow Brower, Berkeley, Cal. Bertha Hayes.Berkeley, Cal. 1902 Mrs. Zada Smith Ott...Petaluma, Cal. Sarah Bockenoogen.Benecia, Cal. 1903 Opal Hayes.Berkeley, Cal. Carrie Mills...Penngrove, Cal. Mrs. Elsa Schluckebier Peoples, Petaluma, Cal. Thomas Winson.Berkeley, Cal. Tessie Sweed.Petaluma, Cal. Cal. Floyd McAllister.San Francisco, Cal. Lewis Cromwell.San Francisco, Cal. Herbert Brainerd.San Francisco, Cal. Mrs. Edna Rogers Rose, San Francisco, Lou Silvey Raphael....San Francisco, Cal. 1904 J. W. Foster.Two Rock, Cal. Ray Corliss.Petaluma, Cal. John Laurence.Petaluma, Cal. Martin Poehlmann.San Francisco, Cal. kllie Anderson..Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Emma Hyatt Frahm. ..Petaluma, Cal. Ida Perinoni..Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Mae Purvine Garretson, Oakland, Cal. Mrs. Nelly Burns Laux.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Ada Stones Ames....Seattle, Wash. Genevieve Martinelli...San Rafael, Cal. Elizabeth Hardan.Penngrove, Cal. 1905 Mrs. Myrtle Healy Brainerd, San Fran¬ cisco, Cal. Ludwig Schluckebier.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Irene Hastings Lidbetter, San Jose, Cal. Mrs. Edith Brake Benns....Penngrove, Cal. Lillian Mattei....Petauma, Cal. Mrs. Olive Early Ayers....Penngrove, Cal. Florence Mills.Palo Alto, Cal. Mrs. Clare Stratton Tiel, San Francisco, Cal. Ruth McGuire.Petaluma, Cal. William A. Lewis.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Ruby Haskell Nisson....Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Gertrude Wilder Hutchins, Oakland, Cal. Mrs. Helen Poehlman Lawler, Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Evelyn Hall McAllister, San Fran¬ cisco, Cal. Mrs. Treasure Ellis McClymonds, Oakland, Cal. 1900 Marion D. Talconer.Los Angeles, Cal. George Mills.Seattle, Wash. Mrs. Dulcie Bales Christiansen, Sebasto¬ pol, Cal. Malcom Byce...Petaluma, Cal. Florentine Schluckebier.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Millen Winson Johns, San Francisco, Cal. Mrs. Elizabeth Drennon Roemer, Mill Val¬ ley, Cal. —104— THE ENT E R P R I S E ’17 Mrs. Carallyne McGovern Elmquist, Peta¬ luma, Cal. Meta Meyerholtz.Petaluma, Cal. Otto H. Long.Oakland, Cal. Mrs. Emma L. Oeltjen Farnsworth, Peta- luma, Cal. Mrs. Ruth Pierce George....Petaluma, Cal. Helen E. Peters.Santa Rosa, Cal. Frances R. Smith.Beaumont, Cal. Paula Freyschlag, school near San Jose, Cal. 1907 Lorin Church.R. F. D., Petaluma, Cal. Bella Rankin.Petaluma, Cal. Helen Purvine.Two Rock, Cal. Suzy Cheesewright.San Francisco, Cal. Roy Butin.Petaluma, Cal. Leo Hart.Oakland, Cal. Mrs. Mabel Fritch Maggard, Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Joe Mooney Frei.Forestville, Cal. Nell Graham.Petaluma, Cal. Bonita McKinney.San Francisco, Cal. Volkert Faultings.Willows, Cal. 1908 Mrs. Julia Church Obermuller, Hetch- Cal. Irene MacKay.Berkeley, Cal. Harold Baugh.San Francisco, Cal. Bryan Rice.Porterville, Cal. Mrs. Ruth Trondsen Carpenter, Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Veda Bowles Hart.Oakland, Cal. Florence Walsh.San Francisco, Cal. Roy Evans.Bushnell, Ill. Sophia Schuler.Petaluma, Cal. Myra Green.Petaluma, Cal. Russell Boothe.Martinez, Cal. Mrs. Lily Wilstrup Williams....Novato, Cal. 1909 Ralph Comstock.Sacramento, Cal. Charles Geen.Crocket, Cal. Ann Burleigh ...San Jose, Cal. Joseph Glickborg...San Francisco, Cal. Seth MacKay.Berkeley, Cal. Anna May Canevascini .Petaluma, Cal. Gladys Gould.ban Francisco, Cal. Mrs. Genevieve Farrell Bent, Santa Rosa, Cal. Charles Denman.:.Pixley, Cal. Mrs. Vita Jones McIntosh, Ft. Yukon, Alaska. Oliver Banta .Oakland, Cal. Isabelle Gilbert.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Kitty Connolly Dolcini, Nicasio, Cal. Mrs. Rowena Benson Downing, Selma, Cal. Jesse Scott. Novato, Cal. 1910 Mrs. Lorene Meyers Ellis, Petaluma, Cal. Will Cannon.San Francisco, Cal. Mrs. Rosa Cole Turner.Calistoga, Cal. Warren Early.San Francisco, Cal. Marion Partridge.Riverside, Cal. Mrs. Adie Davies Atkinson... Arthur Purvine.Petaluma, Cal. Will Barth.Petaluma, Cal. Otto Klein.San Francisco, Cal. Dr. Percy Peck.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Florence Pometta Anderson, Petalu¬ ma, Cal. Virgil Skinner.San Francisco, Cal. Mrs. Alice Dovey Mauzy, San Francisco, Cal. Leroy Brandt.Ft. Bragg, Cal Rena Van Marter.San Francisco, Cal. Ruth King.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Mary Menary Gamboni, San Fran¬ cisco, Cal. Helen Saldate .San Francisco, Cal. Shirley Bock.Pittsburg, Cal. Edna Boysen .Two Rock, Cal. Emma Saline.San Francisco, Cal. 1911 Clifford Allen.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Irene Haran . San Rafael, Cal Lillian Keller...San Francisco, Cal Percy Mills.Berkeley, Cal. Enid Dorroh.Petaluma, Cal. Mary Connolly.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Mildred Herbert McClean, Penngrove Cal. Ethel Cannon.San Francisco, Cal. Will Loftus.Petaluma, Cal. 1912 Genevieve Gallagher.Kentfield, Cal Dr. Hall Weston.Petaluma, Cal. Lena Bower......Jamul, Cal. Kathleen Hall.San Francisco, Cal. Carlton Dorroh.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Helen Stratton McAuley, Los Angeles Cal. Geraldine Boothe.Berkeley, Cal. Herman Raymaker.Los Angeles, Cal Lois Purvine......Petaluma, Cal. Millicent Horwege.San Francisco, Cal Leslie Thomas...Middletown, Cal. Geraldine Hall. .Berkeley, Cal. Loretta Gallagher Towey.Roblar, Cal. Clara Dahlmann.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Calarice Kennedy Wood, Meridian Cal. Robert Adams.... Leola Pinger. Lois Comstack .. Flora Church. Jane Ryan. Ruth Anderson.. Will Symons. Lydia Allen. Marie Benjamin Lynwood Hall.... John Menary. Mabel Casarotti. Martha Saline. Gladys Liddle. .Santa Rosa, Cal. .Berkeley, Cal. .Petaluma, Cal. .-Petaluma, Cal. .Petaluma, Cal. .Corona, Cal. .Richmond, Cal. .Petauma, Cal. .Berkeley, Cal. .Bolinas, Cal. .Guerneville, Cal. . ; 01ema, Cal. San Francisco, Cal. .Petaluma, Cal. 1913 Mrs. Velma Benson Brunk.Eugene, Ore. Frances Brown....Berkeley, Cal. Alice Canevascini......Petaluma, Cal. Charlotte Chamberlain.Petaluma, Cal. Randolph Christie.Berkeley, Cal. —105— THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Jack Cline.San Francisco, Cal. Iva Doss.Point Reyes, Cal. Emily Filippini. Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Ethel Hall Nisson.Two Rock, Cal. Sidna Helmann.San Francisco, Cal. Edna Kendall....St. Helena, Cal. Thelma Kendall...Manchester, Cal. Genevieve Luff..Berkeley, Cal. Harold Madison. .Petaluma, Cal. Clara Meeks.Berkeley, Cal. Mrs. Leoleon Millington Ingerson, Petalu¬ ma, Cal. Genevieve Mott.Berkeley, Cal. Raymond Murphy.San Francisco, Cal. Marion Orr .Los Angeles, Cal. Mrs. Alice Sylva Madison....Petaluma, Cal. Harold Peck.San Francisco, Cal. Hattie Smith...Berkeley, Cal. Marie E. Tagliaferri.Cloverdale, Cal. Norma Van Marter.San Francisco, Cal. Elizabeth McClure. Ivan Meeks. Ivan McKinney. Eva Nesbitt. Catherine Palmer. Arthur Pedersen ... Charles Raymond.. Ralph Rorden. Paul Sales. Bessie Skilling. Charlotte Smith.... Austin Spridgen.... Harriet Stone. Clara Struve. Anna Symonds. Elizabeth Thom. Eric Tonningsen.... Martha Wessells... Frank Weiman. Henry Zeh. .. .. Petaluma, Cal. .Berkeley, Cal. ..Oregon .Penngrove, Cal. .Petaluma, Cal., .Palto Alto, Cal. .San Jose, Cal. San Francisco, Cal. .Pomona, Cal. .Texas .Berkeley, Cal. .Berkeley, Cal. .Petaluma, Cal. .Petaluma, Cal. ..Petaluma, Cal. .Oakland, Cal. .Woodland, Cal. .Cotati, Cal. .Petaluma, Cal. .Palo Alto, Cal. 1914 Josephine Camm.Syracuse, N. Y. Harold Boyer.San Francisco, Cal. Homer Green.San Francisco, Cal. Helen Olmsted...Berkeley, Cal. Marguerite Menchen....San Francisco, Cal. Frank De Borba.Berkeley, Cal. Everett Linoberg.San Francisco, Cal. Louisa Helm.Fresno, Cal. Martina Camm.Petaluma, Cal. Ray Skilling.Cotati, Cal. Audrey Schmidt.San Francisco, Cal. Elzada Gross.Petaluma, Cal. Freda Dahlmann.Petaluma, Cal. Hebe Dykes.Palo Alto, Cal. Walter Murphy.San Francisco, Cal. Sidney Neall.-.Areata, Cal. Mrs. Bessie Millington Hilton, Van Nuys, Cal. Bernard Groverman.Petaluma, Cal. Dickson Brown.Petaluma, Cal. Gladys King.Petaluma, Cal. Theresa Blim.San Francisco, Cal. Stanley Smith.Onyx, Cal. Parker Hall.Bloomfield, Cal. Helen Mott.Berkeley, Cal. Edna Behrens.San Francisco, Cal. August Penn.Berkeley, Cal. Percival Wheeler.Palo Alto, Cal. Emily Trondsen.San Francisco, Cal. Erwin Tompkins.San Francisco, Cal. Jared Scudder.Berkeley, Cal. 1915 Albert Adams.Petaluma, Cal. Will Ayers.San Francisco, Cal. Morse Bowles.Berkeley, Cal. Marjorie Barber.Petaluma, Cal. Hazel Castagna.Petaluma, Cal. Elmer Chadwick.Cotati, Cal. Vivian Church.San Francisco, Cal. Herbert Cochrane.Petaluma, Cal. Gladys Corry.Berkeley, Cal. Letiiia Daniels.Oakland, Cal. Kathryn Dray. Petaluma, Cal. Martha James.San Jose, Cal. Clara Knight.Petaluma, Cal. Annie Lund.Cotati, Cal. 1916 Mrs. Alice Allen Dorsett.Petaluma, Cal. Ruth C. Anderson. .Penngrove, Cal. Lilian Andrews. .Berkeley, Cal. Charles Batchelder....Petauma, Cal. Charles Bock.Petaluma, Cal. Dorothy Bolz.Petaluma, Cal. Robert Bruce...Rio Vista, Cal. Elwood Byce...Petaluma, Cal. Clyde Chenoweth.Berkeley, Cal. Bernice Daniel.Berkeley, Cal. Helen Davidson.Berkeley, Cal. Esther Dickson.Petaluma, Cal. Edwin Durr.Petaluma, Cal. Eva Fallon.Eureka, Cal. Pearl Fallon...Eureka, Cal. Bessie Gallagher.Petaluma, Cal. Gwyneth Gamage.San Francisco, Cal. Imogene Jones..Bloomfield, Cal. Dwight Kramer.Santa Rosa, Cal. Mabel Laurit.zen.Cotati, Cal. Bessie Lepley.Berkeley, Cal. Clinton Madison.Berkeley, Cal. Clarence Maggetti.San Jose, Cal. Ruby Merritt.Berkeley, Cal. Fay Miller.Berkeley, Cal. Grace Mills.San Francisco, Cal. Georgiana Murhy.Petaluma, Cal. Miles Murphy.Petaluma, Cal. Leonard Meyers.Petaluma, Cal. Ethel Nesbitt.Petaluma, Cal. Florence Nickson.Petaluma, Cal. Elinor Nisson.San Francisco, Cal. Pansy Parmeter.Berkeley, Cal. Ruth Petersen.Petaluma, Cal. Mrs. Lucinda Phair Jacobsen, Penngrove, Cal. Edward Poole.Petaluma, Cal. James Rae.Berkeley, Cal. Ethel Raymond.Petaluma, Cal. Sidney Sanderson.Petaluma Cal. Hulda Siess.Berkeley, Cal. Nina Squires.Berkeley, Cal. Clifford Stice. Davis, Cal. Emma Weiman.Petaluma, Cal. Wesley Wheeler.Berkeley, Cal. Ray Winans.Petaluma, Cal. —106— £xCDAn j£5 ‘ ' TOM AH A WK ’ ’—Ferndale. On the whole a very good paper. We do not think it a good idea to spread the joke department through the advertisements. The picture of so many graduates on one page gives the page a crowded appearance. The story “For France” is very well written. “LIT OBI A”—.Fowler. our paper is notable for its good arrangement. A few more stories would improve it. “MAGNET’’—Selma. A good paper in many respects. Your cuts and stories are excellent. We do not like your arrangement. “THE MISSION”—San Francisco. A very good paper. The only objection we have is to your color scheme in your graduates’ cuts. Either a lighter background or light¬ er pictures would, in our judgment, improve their appearance greatly. “BREATII OF OCEAN”—Fort- Bragg. You have a fine, well arranged journal. Your literary department deserves special mention. “THE FAR DARTER”— Your joke department is very good. You could improve upon your arrangement. “ SPECTATOR”—Clover dale. A good paper. We like your cuts very much. Your joke department contains too many hackneyed jokes. —107— Miss L.—“I want the front of the room filled up. Henry, will you please move forward?” Pet was walking to school one morning. With a screech and a groan Blair U-have-my-Hart drove up in his Flivver. “Want a ride, Pete?” he asked kindly. “No, thanks, Pm in a hurry,” was the reply. Miss Daniel—“There are about thirty thousand stars we can see with the unaided eye.” Freshie (innocently)—“Who counted them?” Miss Nagel—“In the declension of this pronoun very few of you had three ears, (ilirs). A grave-digger was digging a grave for a man named Button. When the bill came in it read: One buttonhole—$1.00. —Ex. Hot Air J. D. (in student body meeting)—“Now since Pet and I have something to say about baseball, we’ll win a few games.” (Track-team take notice.) A kiss, a sigh, a long goodbye, And she is gone. A glance, a curl, another girl. And life goes on. —108— THE ENTERPRISE 1 1 7 Ereshie—“Pve got a stomach-ache.” II. Rejnaud (who is always making amendments)—“You had better get an amendment to your constitution.” T. B. (explaining saws)—“If we could hold our teeth different we could work better.” (xene. M. “Hey, Leland, have you ever had Midsummer Nights Dreams?” Leland P. (blushing)—“Why—I—er—er—ahem—-yes, I think so.” Dutch Nusbaum And still they gaze, And still the wonder grows, Of one small boy And all the “Bull” he throws. Miss Daniel—“ ou know iodine is very good for swellings.” Ivar P.—‘ 4 Say, Herbert, why—er,— why don’t you try some on your head ?’ ’ Mervyn H.—“What would you do if I kissed you?” Janie W.—“Pd blush.” Mervyn H.—“I guess I won’t try it then.” Janie W.—“Coward.” Miss L. (explaining the word adventure)—“Now you wouldn’t sit down at home and have an adventure.” Mervyn L.—“Not unless you sat on the stove.” We Did Heard from all sides, “Say, don’t let that joke about me go in.”—Ex. “Red” Hoover—“Lend me your mug to shave.” Jesse I).—“Oh, go on, shave your own mug.” Biology Breezes “Oh Mr. Binkley, I lost my leg.” “ Roscoe Evans, give me back my heart.” “Where, oh where, is my stomach?” “My wings fell off.” Clinton M. (in German)—“Miss sagel, do we take the story called Heaven and Hell tomorrow?” Miss N.—“No, we will have that in class.” —109- THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Last night I held a little hand So dainty and so neat I thought my heart would surely break So wildly did it beat. No other hand into my soul Can greater solace bring For in the hand I held last night, Were four aces and a king. —Ex. Miss L.—“Translate, ‘Haec in Gallia, est importantus. ’ ” Hortense C.—“Hike into Gaul, its important.” —Ex. “Say what part of the body is the scrimmage?” “I don’t know.” “Well, I heard one of the football boys was badly bruised in the scrimmage.” M iss D.—“Can you tell me how iron was discovered?” Hank R.—“I heard they smelt it.” The members of the Senior English class were giving directions for making various things. During the discussion the matter of sterilizing glasses before putting jelly into them, was brought up. Walter A.—“Why do glasses have to be sterilized first?” Roscoe E.—“Yell! But then you would have the bugs all in the jelly, and you would lose your fruit flavor.” Ivar P.—“Say Es, where are my books?” E. P.—“What’s the matter? Aren’t you old enough to keep track of them yourself?” Freshie—“Why does Jessie F. take her suitcase to school every day?” Senior—“Crazy, that isn’t her suitcase; it’s her lunch-box.” H. K. (stalling in Latin)—“What soap is it that has the blue and red label?” Miss L.—“I don’t know, I’m not familiar with soap.” A pitcher of promise was Jess. Who could pitch them like lightning, oh yes! But the trouble was this, The ball couldn’t miss All the bats in the way, more or less. —no— THE ENTERPRISE T7 Sign in Manual Training—Everybody Bring Tumb Tax. Mi ss I). (in Cliem.)—“Some of tlie gasses are methane, ethane, but¬ ane—. ’ ’ Herb. C.—“Insane.” Kris B.—“Did you take four years of English?” R. Murphy—“No. They crammed it into me.” One Sunday evening when returning from their weekly march down the highway, Marie Anderson and Paula Schoeningh, weary from their hike of seven miles, hoped that a machine would come and pick them up. Just then a Ford came speeding along, Petaluma bound. As the machine was practically empty the girls’ spirit rose. The machine slow¬ ed down as it approached them and Aubrey Sanderson, who was at the wheel, called out, “Are you tired of walking girls?” “Sure,” they cried, as they started toward the car. “Then run for a while,” laughed Aubrey, and he sped up his car, soon leaving the girls far behind. Teacher—“What is your aim in theme writing?” Freshie—‘ 4 The bottom of the page. ’ ’ —Ex. Turk’s idea of a good book after reading Ruskin’s “King’s Treasur¬ ies” is “The Biology of Some Famous Men.” Warm XpoqxCiOAe m epj Afui]?pi0f) epui u;uu }[uoh Nice Day New Machine Donald Sinclair The Boys’ Glee Club were singing, “Oh who will kiss her ruby lips.” Mi ss P.—“Tenors! don’t be afraid to hold on to ‘her ruby lips.’ ” Miss H.—Henry Doss, what are our ears for anyway?” Henry D.—“To keep a thin man from slipping through his collar, I guess.” Marie M.—“Why do you take Domestic Science, Jess?” Jesse D.—“I don’t want to take any chances of going without a meal when I get married. ’ ’ Marie M.—“But, Jesse, don’t you know that I take D. S? You would¬ n’t have to cook your own meals.” Hush, Gentle Readers, Dame Rumor says that Jesse will drop D. S. next term. —in— THE E N T E RPEISE ’17 Miss I). “!Nanie the three states in which matter exists.” Fresliie—“Er—Kentucky, India, and Ohio.” Mr. Smith—“Why are you so late?” Fresliie—“Please sir, I started late.” Mr. Smith—“Why didn’t you start early?” Fresliie—“Please sir, it was too late to start early.” Miss H. (to noisy Geo. Class) “Keep still! Only one at a time.” Henry D.—“That’s right. Girls first, Miss Hesse.” Miss H.—“Well then Henry, what’s the answer!” At Analy Ball Game R. Mom.—“What did you say the pitcher’s name was?” C. Acorn—“ Barr. You know those things they have in saloons.” K. Mom.—“Oh, no wonder he has so much steam.” Lives of Seniors all remind us, We can make our lives a pest; And departing leave behind us, Feelings of relief and rest. Turk H.—“Gee, I was sick last night.” Fop 8.—“Humph.” Turk S.—“Well I was. I went to bed at 7 :;30.” 1 op 8. My poor boy, you certainly must have been sick, very sick. ” Mr. Way—“Blair, give me an example showing fraud.” 1 . Hart 44 Well, suppose you gave me a zero on my report card.” Mr. Way—“How sol” B. Hart — i 4 Because fraud consists in doing harm to a person for his ignorance.” Miss Prutzman (at rehearsal to Dorothy and Cecil who are doing love scene very listlessly)—“Get more action. No one ever proposes or re¬ ceives a proposal like that.” Dorothy We don’t know how. Tell us, Miss Prutzman, how you receive a proposal.” Miss P.—“Well, er—we—er—all know how they do it in books.” Miss Nagel—“In this German class it seems to me that half of you are dreaming. Now tomorrow we are going to have an examination and 1 expect you all to get an A.” Cal. Brown—“Oh, Miss Nagel, you’re dreaming now.” —112— T IIE E N T E R PRISE ’17 Mr. Smith (in fire drill)—“Keep still and move fast.” Miss D.—“I wish all of the class would come to my desk to watch this experiment.” Hortense C. (to George C.)—“You can’t come because you haven’t any class. ’ ’ From English lb. “The cause of the Trojan war was that the people were not prepared to fight.” “A lady said that she would through up a golden apple and the priest one should get it.” Hart—“That crazy nut said 1 had more money than brains.” Pet.—“Is it so!” Hart—“Of course not. Why I haven’t got a cent.” Pet.—“Well?” Miss N.—“Give me a definition of animal.” Warren I).—“Anything that moves.” Waldo B.—“What about a Ford?” Who Are The Following? Bow wow, Sapho, Hank, Dutch, Fat, Dog, Mule, Ma’s Precious, Jim¬ my, Pete, Pet, Carp, Buster, Red, Ham, Ralphie, Spud, Suction, Air Pressure, Frenchie, Mike, Tubby, Ickey, Oh Lovely, Lil’l Pete, Soup, Celery, Poll, Chris, Dimples, Toady, Cutev, Hazlenut, Turk? Ode to H. C. L. Spuds ’round this country are mighty scarce things, Their price has gone up just as if it had wings. No longer the skins to the piggies do go. They’ll see them no more till the prices are low. Onion, oh onion! we all love you so— But we cannot buy you, our purses say No! So now we eat garlic, and my, it is strong! We do hope your price won’t stay up very long. Now, beans are not humble as in days of yore, Instead their price rises and rises some more, And now when we see them, in soup they do Hoat. I tell you these prices are getting my goat. M. E. H. Where would Ivar Pedersen like to have his ideal home situated? Ans.—On a bluff. —113— THE ENTERPRISE ’17 Hart lias an old plug at home which he was trying to sell to get the price to buy gas for his Flivver. “Hasn’t he a tine coat!” he asked of a prospective buyer. “His coat is all right, but I don’t like his pants,” was the reply. Miss Nagel—“Wie Konnnet Sie liier. ” Clinton—“Nobody, I comb it myself.” Mrs. K.—“You were very rude to Ralph last night.” Margaret—‘ ‘ How’s that ? ’ ’ Mrs. K.—“Why you let him go home without inviting him to break¬ fast.” NOTICE TO FRESHMEN—Do not drop any more pennies in the joke box expecting gum to come out.—Ex. Prof. T. Binkley was talking to his science class on “Habit.” Present¬ ly to make his subject clearer, he asked the class if they do not always go about dressing the same way every morning. “You put the same socks on the same feet every morning, don’t you?” R. Evans—“No, I change mine once in a while.” R. Benson—“If the atmosphere were oxygen and you lit it with a match, it would combust.” Clinton M.—“Miss Nagel, I am indebted to you for all I have learn¬ ed about Herman.” Miss N.—“Oh, don’t bother about such a trifle.” —Ex. Donald Sinclair and Martha Hart were out motoring. Martha was being taught to drive. “Oh, Donald!” she cried excitedly, “take it quick; here comes a ditch!” Miss L.—“What is the Latin word for ‘left?’ ” (sinister.) Bob L,—(scratched his head for a minute and then looked up trium¬ phantly, and said,) “Spinster.” Carroll L.—“Does Leonard S. take Chemistry?” M iss D.—“If I were cruel 1 might say he was exposed to it.” “Oh mother dear,” said Willie Hahn, “ ’Tis funny don’t you think, That as w T e’re made of dust, we don’t Get muddy when we drink?” A sign in Commercial Room reads—“Please leave A. B. Way.” —114— Walk-Over Shoes Style leaders in young men’s shoes The best in style, fit and wear Wm. C. Keig Agent for Petaluma and vicinity r- BUSY? You Bet! Delivering Millinery For Raymond Bros. 1 The Combined Banks The Sonoma The County Petaluma National Savings Bank H 14 Bank t Combined Capital and Surplus - $760,000 t Combined Resources Over - $3,250,000 Petaluma Market GERVASONI CASTAGNA Proprietors Phone 312 Petaluma, Cal. 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