Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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The Freshman Class Freshman Class W HEN the fall semester, for 1922, commenced, we, the class of ’26 entered P. H. S. Being somewhat bewildered by the great bustle anti confusion of so large an institution, we sat back and tried to catch our breath. We finally became accustomed to the new ways and people. At our first meeting we elected Harold Farquar as our first eatler in High School. I nder his peppery guidance we believe we have set a mark as freshmen for future classes to live up to. When the football mentor began looking for material, the fresh¬ men supplied him with a number of candidates, several making the team as regulars. Carleton Coffy was one of the football stars. Beck oung, Andrew Bravo and Melvin Delmaestro starred in basketball, Young being the captain-elect for the coming season. Many points will this trio garner for P. H. S. before their graduation. The same three men in field and tract events have thrilled the spectators with their all¬ round work. The entire team was in fact composed of freshmen. But not only in Athletics have we shown ourselves to advantage, several freshmen have been on the scholastic Honor Roll for the entire four quarters. Yea brother,, some, bunch, that class of 1926. CARLETON COFFEY, ’26. — 20 —

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The Sophomore Class HEN we started to High School as Freshmen we planned to make a beautiful journey of it. We traveled in an airship with Frest Jackson as our pilot and had a most successful year. He acquainted us with all the school activities. This year, under the pilot- ship of Doris Hopkns, weliave again taken active part in everything. As we came to different places of interest in High School the pupils would ask to have the airship stopped so they could participate in the different activities. The first place at which we landed was the Land of Plays, Music and Dancing. Forest Jackson furnished music with his saxaplione, and Betty McConagliy danced. Olga Gekkeler and Harold Gregg con¬ descended to sing with Galli Curci and Harry Lauder. Jack Waycott showed himself such a gifted comedian that he is being besieged with offers from New York’s greatest companies; he is consequently pre¬ paring to go on the stage as a second Fred Stone. At the Honor Society Convention eleven of our Sophomores joined. They were: Annie Berger, Molly Burmester, Rosalind Lapike, Mabel Martin, Nellie Nelson, Wilma Ott, Anderson Peoples, Marguerite Scott, Li lath Smith, Carolyn Thorsen and Irene Way. In the Land of Stenography Alice Paulsen, Lilatli Smith, Elsie Lorentzen and many others showed us they were born stenographers. In typing Olive Thomas, Grace Young, Marion Olmsted and others are preparing to meet Miss Bessie Friedman, the typist who now holds the accuracy championship of the world but who is likely to be defeated by one of these girls in the near future. The next halt was called in the Athletic grounds. Here we entered five football men, four track men, one basketball man, and two baseball men. Not a few of the boys have numerals and Mickey Clark and Walter Sjosten have received block P’s. On the tennis courts Margaret Scott is becoming such a world’s wonder that she will probably meet Miss Mallory n the near future. Lilatli Smith led her basketball team to easy victory and the Sophomore girls are now the champions of the school. Some of our literary artists have had the honor of having their work published in the P. T. A. Bulletins. As a diversion for our hard-working people we planned a dance which was given at the Woman’s Club House. This proved to be a de¬ cided success. We had a wonderful time and gave the San Rafael foot¬ ball boys a good time, too. We are planning another dance to be given in May in our new gymnasium arid a lively and unique program is to be given. Next year we hope to keep sailing on as smoothly as we have sail¬ ed in our Freshman and Sophomore years. Me will make many more valuable “finds” which will boost our school along the way toward the Land of Happiness and Success. Secretary, NELLIE NELSON. — 19 -

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LITER A R Y A Hand Painted Romance (Adapted from a Song) (Senior Story) I N THE musty curio cabinet the dust of many years had gathered, somewhat dimming the bright colors of the small figure painted on the Japanese saucer. Song-Fong-So, for such was the figure, could remember many, many years ago, when he was held by royal hands and had a brother who was painted on a cup; jeweled fingers of rulers had touched him and he had been much admired in those long past days. Well could he remember the trip across the sea and of being placed in the curio cabinet where he had only memories, for none of the other curios had ever heard of him or his dear Japan. There is a memory that Song-Fong So loves best, yet every time it comes to him, tiny tears almost trickle down his painted cheeks. Deeply imprinted in his memory is the day when the cabinet door opened and a beautiful silken fan was placed near him. He was almost beside him¬ self with joy for there painted on the fan was a dainty maiden of his home land. However, it took time and much courtesy to even become acquainted wfitli her as she had all the modesty that becomes the well bred Japanese maiden. But Song-Fong-So considered his time well spent for was she not a true figure of lovliness such as only an artist could create? Their mutual sympathy brought them together as perhaps nothing else could have. Wing-Tee-Wee was also of the royalty and they had much in common. During the happy days that followed it was inevitable that Song should fall in love with Wee. At last he could no longer keep silent, so one evening he picked up the tiny Japanese banjo that was painted beside him and sang tenderly: “Wee, please come with me And let’s go back to dreamy Lotus Land. There, mid flowers fair, I swear to love you, Love you, ’neatli the magic moon above you. Wee, I love but thee, just wait and see The wondrous dream I’ve planned, I’ll leave my saucer, you leave your fan And let’s go back to dreamy Lotus Land.” Wee, hiding her blushing face, shyly stepped from her fan. But alas! In her confusion she tripped and was broken. This was almost more than Song could bear but a painted figure cannot die. Day by day he is fading and although many years have past Song-Fong-So con¬ tinues to sing his little love song as the evening shadows fall. PATTY CARMICHAEL, ’23. — 21 —