Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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The Poreupine. VoLuME IX. SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA, DECEMBER. 1902. NUMBER 4 PRUDENT PEOPLE PURCHASE Ea PRICKLY | + POR CUPINES CLASS POEM—XMAS, 1902 As we stand to gaze on the battle of life, We of the Class of Nineteen Two, To our minds come the thought of the world’s great strife, And our bidding each other a last adieu. How oft have we trod up the High School stairs ‘To lessons and tasks by teachers assigned ; Coming alone, or coming in peirs, But never a membe: left behind. Four long years we have faithfully tried To climb, each term, to a higher grade; Searching for knowledge, far and wide Seeking impressions that never will fade. But now, NS me sketch, in a very few words, A few of the virtues of each of the class; Though of Tete good traits not recording a third, Yet all other classes they greatly surpass. As soon as we found our class must unite, We chose as our leadet a boy tall and strong, A boy who in field s ports finds greatest delight And whose face beams with happiness all the day long. We have in our number a bright, happy maid, With oe blue eyes end a warm noble hea Her sake in all works she will never evade, For Nannie will everywhere shoulder her part. Robert, whose knowledge toward all science doth tend, Is a youth that is tall, with handsome dark eyes; Though to victorious athletics his thoughts do most benc Yet in deep nciem dick he calls forth our suebtian. The-e’s Helen, who wishes for grece and for ease, She’s a figure that’s lithe and eyes that are bhie. If kind fates would grant her a wish that would plez Se, Its along social lines she her pathway would pursue. With Will’s art of persuasion voice, As a shrewd auctioneer he’ d be sure to succeed, He'd urge each buyer into m:z aking a choice And purchasing goods that one never would need. in manner and Sweet Alice, among us so studious and bright, A future has planned that few may excel; Because of he- wishes to do what is right, We chose her our prophet, our fates to foretell. And then, Nellie Ward, with hair dark and curly, Comes treading to school so dainty and neat; In class she is prompt, she is always here early, To one who’s so constant can come no def eat. That Master Fred Wooley is bright, we all know, le works for a field d ay as if fo- his life: A on such as he we our laurels bestow, r he’s of the mettle to win a strife. -ulu has tastes that are purely aesthetic, What she loves most fondly are beauty and grace; ‘ither songs that will thrill one with notes so pathetic Or the beauty of mind that shines in a face. Jesse Wright is the one with the dark auburn curl s, He’s always for t-uth and for honesty stands, This wins him a place in the hearts Of the girls, For ’tis boys such as he that can fill all de- mands. We have emong us a dark-haired Grace, Who’s career leads her on in the paths of duty, As class historian she takes her place, nd may she portray our past in its beauty. s we bid farewell to each other tod: Ly, Let each promise to meke the ende: avor To live up to the best that is in us alway, nd preserve our class friendship aaa —Grace Butler. oe CLASS PROPHECY One cold winter night when the wind blew and the snow fell without, I stood to watch the snow flakes fall. The thick w hirl of the tiny, white specks sped thick and fast. ( ‘loser and closer they came and, ina sudden rush, caught me and softly whirled me away in their merry dance. Everything about me was frozen and white: the brook by the wayside had put on the icy coat; the trees bowed down with their snowy burden were scattered around me: under foot, nothing wes visible but the purest snow. Sud- denly in the distance shone the glimmer of many lights. Fo llowing this guide I soon came

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Dedicated to Christmas Class, 1902 Santa Rosa Biah School Members of Class (Honor Graduates) FLORA ALICE WRIGHT E. GRACE BUTLER WILL FREDERICK NEURAUTER NANNIE MARIE FARMER HELEN SHIRLEY OVERTON LOUIS ADOLPH FREI ROBERT VALDES L. LOUISE FINLEY NELLIE LORRAINE WARD GRACE ELEANOR LE BARON JESSE L. WRIGHT W. FRED WOOLEY SS Soe | — } one Sica | PROF. E. M. COX CHARLOTTA WIRT ROY FRYER FRANCES L. O’MEARA J. C. CHRISTENSEN LENA YOUNG GERTRUDE LONGMORE C. LOUISE HATHAWAY

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4 THE PORCUPINE. to the grandest spectacle ever viewed by hu- man eyes. Among the trees was built a winter palace of ice. Under the spell of beauty I stood amazed. Upheld by large pilasters of ice, the roof, glist- ening like so many diamonds, was hung with myriads of icicles of varying shapes and sizes. Windows and doors, made of sheets of ice, were studded with christalized drops, like precious stones in their brilliancy. Beauties of balconies and of courtyards were not lack- ing. I stood entranced before this vision of splendor, like Aladdin of old in the jeweled ceve. Surely this must be the hiding place of those little spirits, the elves! Cautiously approach- ing lest my presence would be considered an intrusion by those diminitive spirits, my fears were instantly dispelled by a greeting from the tiny portes, by whom I was conducted into the presence of the king. Far at the end of a spacious hall, lighted with the rays of the aurora borealis, wes stationed the throne. Around it in a semi-circle stood forty little pages awaiting the orders of their king. Clad in his robe s of royal purple and wearing a crown of rere beauty, sat the tiny, snowy-haired king. Here awaited those in- quisitive mortals wishing to solve the mysteries of the future, among whom I was one. Having graciously received me, his royal highness, who had anticipated all of my de- sires, summoned a page to lead me into 2, cham- ber, where innumerable icicles, both large and small, gleamed pendant f-om the ceiling. Smil- ing with pleasure, this little elf led me to the farthest corner, where hung fourteen icicles brighter than the rest. Within these, he in- formed me, were sculptured the futures of the Xmas class of 1902, the less brilliant pendants holding the fast dissolving futures of the past g-aduates of the Santa Rosa High School. Looking upward. I discovered in one a small picture. After careful scrutiny, I recognized the visage of our president. But, alas! his face had lost its youthful look; his brow was dark with frowns; his hair wes scarce and gray. This familiar face I beheld in the office of a boys’ school, meeting out with cane our coun- sel, the daily deserts of a waywa-d student. Suddenly his cane ceases its downward strokes; his face is wreathed in smiles; his thoughts have traveled back to his boyhood when he himself had been delivered from punishment for some mischievous prank. Another icy pendant presents a scene of splendor; a gorgeous setting of a stage on which Nanny, as a famous actress, portrays the noble Portia, encircled by the many wo-- shippers at the shrine of the sunny-haired heiress of Belmont. Within another crystal sper, our poetess stands in a village school patiently drilling the little ones about her upon a storied page. A soft. sweet tinkling attracts me to an- other, where -ippling drops have frozen into clear, pure notes of melody. These our class historien were catching to bestow upon her music pupils. Will I see in old Deutchland, by the side of his pretty Gretchen. Here, with his g-:and- children around him, he sits and relates to them, how, in a distant land, in the ancient games of base and football he made all the home-runs and touchdowns for the S. R- H. S. A bright little icicle incloses a’ household scene whee demure little Nell is patiently toil- ing midst her domestic ceres, as bashful and quiet as she was in her childhood days. The sudden sound of cracking ice drew my attention to another icicle. Here, on a plat- form, clearly and decisively expounding in stentorian tones, her views on the question of woman's suffrage, stood Lulu. But the cracking of ice had as a protest not this icicle. It had come down from the one beside it, where face, encircled with auburn cu-ls, frowns over the maps and plans of a mining engineer. It is our Jesse. In the next icy receptacle is a little grocery store where Fred Wooley weighs out a penny- weight of tea or five cents worth of sugar. A picture is snow-clad Switzerland. A bright spring morning on which, in company with 1 gey and happy party of pleasure seeke-s, tel en slowly winds her way up the snowy Alps, frequently stopping to hear the echo of their merry voices from the deep canyon below. Hearing deep voices in debate, I passed on to the next icicle. In this I saw a court of jus- tice, over which the Hon. Robert Valdes pre- sided. In the es of the lawyers around him, could be traced the deep anxiety awaiting the decision of the jury. Two icicles yet -emained but set epart from the rest. Six months ago, Elizabeth Simons and Daca Perry decided to leave us; neverthe- less these prophetic molders of our fate had remembered them among the class of Decem- ber, 1902. el ony The former I see in a Stanford classroom, proudly showing how much she had learned in our High School. The latter is settled down in a cozy home. She sits gezing at the depa-ted vision of a re- nowned M. D. A cupid’s bow and arrows tell the cause of the vanishing vision. High above my head still hangs another spar. It is the last. I reach my hands to clasp it. One moment more—the elfin palace is gone! I stand at the window watching the snow flekes fall. 0 te “I wonder how Venus de Milo came to lose her arms?” “Broke ‘em off, probably, trying to button her shirt-waist up the back.”—Ex. os “Tf the devil we-e to have his tail cut off, what would he do?” “He would go to a saloon where they retai? evil spirits.” —Ex. :