Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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THE ENTERPRISE ’2 0 answered. “Aunt Lucy may be just the one to help you find a place.” “Well, all right,” said Barbara, with misgivings, remembering the petticoat. It was easy to tell the cordial, kind lady all about it. “And how do you like business?” Mrs. Norton asked. “Pretty well, just now,” laughed Barbara, “I was discharged today,” she confessed, with a mixture of shame and merriment. “Have you ever tried teaching?” “I don’t know enough,” answered Barbara. “You know French and German, do you not?” asked her hostess, looking at Alex. “Yes, of course,” said Barbara, “but I couldn’t teach them.” When Barbara prepared to leave, Mrs. Norton insisted upon sending her home in her car. As Alex put Barbara in the car, he suddenly seized her hand and enthusiastically pumped it up and down. “My congratulations!” he exclaimed, “you’re elected.” “What are you talking about?” Bar¬ bara demanded. “You’re just what she’s looking for,” be explained. “I knew it when I saw you bubbling over with fun all by yourself. She wants someone to travel with her who speaks German and French.” “And you think I’d do?” “No, I don’t think,” he said, “Aunt Lucy told me with her eyes, you’d do.” When Barbara told her mother and Aunt Hetty all about it, her mother said, “Don’t you think it possible that you’re looking so determinedly for luck, helped you find it more than the petticoat did?” “Nevertheless,” said Aunt Hetty, “the petticoat was at the bottom of it and a true prophet too.” ELROSE BEGGS, ’21. A Toast to The Class ©f ° P. UHL S May they add virtue to beauty, Subtract envy from friendship, Multiply amiable accomplishments By sweetness of temper, Divide time by sociability, And reduce scandal to its Lowest denomination. CAROL PARKER, ’20- — 29 —

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T HE ENTERPRISE ’2 0 About four o’clock the manager sent for her. 4 ‘Miss Winston,” he began, “I’ve been watching your work lately and I regret to say that it has not been quite up to our requirements.” ‘‘I am very sorry, Mr. Graham. I shall be glad to make way for somebody better.” Mr. Graham fingered his papers uneasily. “Well, of course, Pm very sorry—.” “I may as well go at once,” said Barbara calmly. “I have finished all T had to do today and it is Saturday.” He handed her a pay envelope without further comment. Waiting for a car, Barbara shifted her umbrella to her left hand, for it was still raining, and felt in her pocket for her purse. It was not there! In alarm she looked about her, tried to retrace her steps to remember just where she had been. In spite of her, tears sprang to her eyes as she realized that the search was hopeless. “Well any¬ way I’m glad that I spent all that I did spend. And this is my day of luck!” she exclaimed. For several blocks she tramped along in despair. Then the thought of Aunt Hetty’s face when she should tell her of her “luck” brought an irrepressible chuckle to her lips. In the midst of Bar¬ bara’s reflections a young man swung around the corner coming toward her. She recognized him as Alex Pemberton, brother of one of her old friends. She thought of turning back but it was too late as he had already seen her. “Why hello Barbara, I haven’t seen you in a coon’s age. Why in the world are you tramping around in the rain? Not to soothe an evil temper like mine, I hope?” “Is that your complaint?” she replied. “My own happens to be a job and a pocket-book lost far from home.” “A job?” he cried in astonishment. “Do you mean to say you didn’t know I had been a business woman for a year now?” she asked. “Why Barbara I never heard a word of it. You know I’ve been in Africa.” “Of course, no wonder you didn’t know.” “Let’s walk along,” said Alex, “I’m only out trying to subdue my feelings before going to a dinner party, so I can just as well go your way.” They walked several blocks when Alex re¬ marked casually. “My Aunt Lucy, you remember her, don’t you? lives in the next block. Let’s drop in for tea; there’s sure to be no one with her today.” “Of course I remember her; but you must excuse me, I couldn’t go there today.” Her face was painfully flushed. “Why not?” “Because the butler wouldn’t let me in the front door in these clothes,” said Barbara frankly. “I’ll see to that,” he — 28 —

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(,Sophomore Prize Story) r tAMPTON, you know there is sueli a think as being too care- I I ful,” said the new foreman of the city lire department. A “Keeping np a record of never losing a man and obeying the orders of a superior officer don’t always go together and yon dis¬ obeyed,’’ the foreman continued. “The ladder broke, did it not?” spoke up Hampton. “Yes,” answered the foreman, “but you ordered your men to come down from the building an d they did. I told you to send them hack and you refused. The next building caught on fire and burned to the ground. Don’t do it again or you’ll be up against charges,” he went on. “I’ll see that no man makes a fool of me.” He brought his fist down so hard on the desk that the very walls shook.. At this Hampton swung out of the door and down the steps. Atwood was young, green and not yet accustomed to his new position, which he had received through a political pull. He was also inclined to be haughty and impulsive and to feel his authority. Hampton had been in the fire service for eighteen years. He was experienced, hardened and knew everything in the line of a fireman’s duties. Never before had he been called before the foreman of the company. The talk that Atwood had given him stuck with him. The words had stung. He had a queer feeling within him, not of revenge, but that he must do something to put down the name Atwood had given him. He disliked Atwood and Atwood disliked him. Hampton sat a moment after he had driven his machine into the garage. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by his little son, Jack, who ran to meet his father, squealing joyfully as he climbed upon the broad shoulders. His wife was standing in the doorway smiling down at them. “Hurry, Boh,” she said, “Your dinner will be getting cold.” Hampton was usually very talkative at dinner, but tonight he was too deeply wrapped in his own thoughts. Jackie didn’t notice the change, hut his mother did. “Robert, what is the matter?” she asked in a quick, low voice. “Oh, nothing much,” answered Hampton. “I was called before the foreman today.” “Robert, I do wish you would resign your position with the fire company. It’s worrying you, I know, and besides you’ve been with — 30 —