Petaluma High School - Trojans Yearbook (Petaluma, CA)

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TI-IE ENTERPRISE '24 Blessings on thee, learned one: VVise in high school work. and fun Oh for the Senior's time of June, Queening joys in one brief noon. I was rich in things to do Facts to scare the Sophomores new. Sadder seemed the world to me, Wlien I thot I'd soon be free. IVork now Senior for your fun, Soon your happy year is done. Proudly then while yet you may, Frown and smile in Senior's day. Tho the days at times seem drear, Wo1'k and laugh, 'tis your last year. Tomorrow finds you outward bound Another journey you'll have found. Ah that thou couldst keep thy place, Now that you have won the race. From my heart I wish thee fun For my Senior year is done, ELEANOR PHILLIPS Youth Some angel had let down the bars 'Twixt my ambition and the stars. The breeze descended from the cloud And beckoned me with friendly tongue I heard it and was filled with joy For I was young. But then the gale blew loud and hoarse And fought to throw me from my coui se In hope I would return to ea.rtl1 It voiced its raucous strident mirth. But never downward was I flung, But still ascended deaf and blind For I was young. MABEL M XRTIN .27-

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ititelrelwc To The Seniors Greetings to thee, Senior Bold. Grown up one you seem so old. lVith thy frown, but happy still, Everything must be thy will. Witll tl1e Worry on thy face: Thru tl1e care tl1at's with thy place. Sage thou art: you know too much. Is tl1e World a place for such? You have Worked to Win your crown From tl1e mountain you look down. Oh that all may Wish thee fun, WVhich comes once to everyone. Oh for -Senior's selfrespect: Sighs and frowns have no effect. Courage to obey all rules: Joy of all things lea.rned in schools Of Revere's Wild midnight chase: Gf Revolution's tiine and place. Cube and square and angles three: Of tl1.e tongue of gay Paree, Of the orators of Rome, lVhere the Atom has its home. How a formula is found, That Pluto rules tl1e underground. Vlfhere the mile was fastest run: How it feels to know you've won: How to keep a baseball score: How to lose but Work for more. Football togs that cost so much, High school fun is made of such. Dances, dinners, rallies too: Plays and songs seem grand to you. But rememberiiig all the tasks, Habits are tl1e things that last. Getting all one can from schoool, Even time to laugh and fool. -26-

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The Old Manor House Story Wi-nning First Prize AVID KENT left his friend's house hurriedly. All day a. storm had been brewing and at any minute it was liable to brea.k. He had a long way to go through a deserted neighborhood. It was very la.te in the afternoon, in fact, it was almost night. As he hurried along a. large raindrop fell on him, then another and another. Suddenly, with a swiftness that astonished him, the storm, broke. David looked around him but saw no place of shelter. He broke into a run, covering the ground rapidly, but in a few minutes he was drenched. Suddenly he remembered he was near shelter. Turning to the left he ran until he came to a grove of trees surrounding a house. It was the old Manor House, deserted for many years. It was a tradition of the neighborhood tl1.at this old house isolated from the others, was haunted. It was a large house, and the gardens were overgrown with weeds that had not been cut down for over half a century. Yes, it was fifty years a.go when old man Crawford had been found dead in his study. How he had died no one knew. There were no marks of violence on him. People thougl1.t that he had died a natural death because he was so old. But when his children-he had two- had died in the same way, people said that the house was haunted. So with no one to care what became of it, the house and property went to ruin. But David, young and strong, laughed at the idea of being frightened away because the house was haunted. The rain was pouring down and he was wet and cold. All he wanted was shelter. He pushed his way through the bushes and weeds to the front door. He turned the door-knob. The door was locked! VVhat was he to do now? He couldn't go home in the storm. He looked around him. It had become so dark that he could not even see his hand before his face. He felt his way a.round the house to find a window. Perhaps one might be un- locked? He remembered that one of them was broken, but he didn't know where it was. Then, as if in answer to his thoughts, there was a crash of thunder, followed by a streak of lightning. As soon as it came it disappeared, but it lit up the house and he saw what he was looking for, the window that the small boys of the neighborhood had broken while playing. The window was low and without much difficulty he climbed through. How silent it was! Like the silence of a tomb! Involuntarily he shuddered, then laughed at his own weakness. His low laugh echoed weirdly through the silent room, and he shuddered again. VVh.y not go upstairs where the wind and rain did not beat into the room? He stumbled upwards in the stygian blackness, and felt his way along the upper landing. His hands felt a door-knob. As he opened the door the hinges seemed to shriek out in protest. The sound i -28-