Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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BOOBVILLE SCREECHER MR. WAYNE BRADEN and MISS DOLLY SEE- NEY have decided to go into partnership. Their business is to consist of collecting tin cans for the surrounding goats. —o— WILLIAM GOSSAGE, famous lady-killer, was se¬ riously injured in a re¬ cent accident. His most recent lady-love gave him the grand bounce which resulted in poor Willie’s broken heart. MRS. DICK BROWN nee Doris Hammell, accom¬ panied her husband on a business trip to Novato. They expect to return in the near future. DEMONSTRATOR MISS RUTH ROMWALL is to give a demonstration of the Turybul Baking Powder, which she claims can only be beaten by those powders which sur¬ pass it in quality, price, etc. —o— SONGSTER RETURNED Mdme. IRMA NIELSEN, world renowned song-bird of the Metropolitan Opera Company is welcomed back to her home town, after a most triumphant world¬ wide tour. Miss Lisette Weber, her accompainist, accompanied her. MUSICALE At the Methodist Church next Sunday evening, an organ recital will be given. Pastoress Ruth Winning extends a cordial invitation to all to attend. Miss Alice Lorentzen will pre¬ side at the organ. Miss Bessie Kroft will be solo¬ ist of the evening. NEWS OF THE CHURCH REV. ELDRID HILLIS, pastor of St. Belzebub’s Church, preached a very forceful sermons Sunday morning, on that well known subject, “Dancing, the Highway to Hades.” P. H . S. Honor Societv j The Petaluma High School Honor Society was organized May 5th, 1921. Its purpose is to foster a higher standard of scholarship and all-round attainment on the part of the students of Petaluma High School. It was a direct result of the last Student Body Presi¬ dents’ Convention at Santa Ana. — 18 —

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(Prize Story) HUGE China Mail liner swung majestically around in San Francisco Bay, then proudly nosing its way among the smaller crafts, it steamed silently to the pier. In the steerage, with several companions, sat a small, lithe, clear olive-skinned, almond- eyed Chinese girl. Wall Lee, and her girl friends, did not know what to make of this new land which was so different from their own, and Wall Lee’s lips formed a silent prayer that she would find in the man waiting to marry her, a kind and loving Chinese merchant, as some of her sisters from the land of rice and poppies had done. Clutching their few possessions to them, the girls went on deck and entered the large, strange city of their new world, where every¬ one seemed always to hurry, hurry, hurry. A month later found Wall Lee seated dejectedly in a small room above one of the characteristically cluttered Chinese stores in the China-Town of San Francisco, She sat thinking of her friends at home, her dear mother, her gray haired father as she pictured him hobbling home at night from the day’s toil of mending fishnets. Then the opening door interrupted her thoughts, and her husband entered. She looked at him with wide eyes filled with wondering, questioning, and the longing for sympathy which is born of the understanding heart. “Is the day’s work done so soon?” she asked. “My work in the store grew too hard,” replied Lee Chong, “and I am seeking easier labor.” “I thought you were well satisfied where you were.” “So I was, but as they say ‘A person must not stay too long in one place.’ ” “Was it because of your work that you have not been so kind to me as you were the first few days?” “Perhaps it was, but I have come for something else. While I am not working we have no money with which to buy food, so I have found something for you to do until I am again at work,” —20—