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

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12 THR PORCUPINE “JIM” Yes, strange, that’s Jim. He wasonly a tramp, Jest a rovin’ an’ roamin’ an’ worthless scamp, An’ that on the slab’s all that’s left o’ him. He was only a t-amp, jest a tramp called Jim, But I reckon as how, on th’ other shore, They’ve recorded his name an’ a whole lot more. Jim came t’ my ranch some time last year An’ esked for a bite, an’ I saw a tear A tricklin’ An’ speak. Yes, stranger, I sort o’adopted him, down his sunburned cheek, his heart was so full he could hardly This rov’in tramp with th’ name o’ Jim. If eve: a man worked hard for his keeps, Jim did, an’ we all grew t’ think a heap, O Jim, an’ my little darter the-— The gal with the gold in her tangled heir— She thought as the’ sun rose an’ set in him; They was allus together, th’ gal an’ Jim. She’d see him a-comin’ an’ start an’ run T’ met ole Jim when his chores was done, An’ Jim’d get down on his knees, while she Climbed upon his shoulders with childish glee, An’ then they’d play as th’ horse was him An’ she was th’ rider, th’ gal an’ Jim. Well, yistiddy, stranger, th’ gal was out In th’ field, jest playin’ aroun’ about, W’en one o’ Perkens’ bulls came down A-pawin’ an’ rakin’ th’ new plowed groun’; The gal didn’t see no danger in that An’ beckoned th’ bull with her red straw hat. With an angry bellow th’ maddened brute, With his tail in th’ air, took a sudden shoot For th’ gal, an’ in jest a minute or less His horns was caught in th’ young one’s dress. He’d a’torn th child from limb t’ limb, W’en over th’ fence, with a yell, leaped Jim. He was just in time; with his nerves all tense He grabbed th’ gal an’ run f’r th’ fence. He saved th’ gal, but jest too late He started t’ vault the orchard gate, An’ that on th’ slab’s all that’s left o’ hi;m He was only a tramp, jest a tramp, called Jim. M. McD. Ce ee Freshie No. 1 (looking for information)— What will Chris. do if he finds us here. Senior—Send a few of you down stairs. Freshie No. 2 (confidently)—No he won’t, I gave him a whole handful of cherries this morning. EXCHANGES This, our last issue of the exchange column, as well as.of the paper, for this year, we will try. to make more general than heretofore. In the exchanges we have received and some- times, even in our own columns, there has been noticed too enough suggestion. much criticism, and not The purpose of exchange columns in our High School papers help the papers up to a higher and a better status. The papers ought to be bright and interesting, filled with good, original stories, (not those taken from hackneye d plots.) They ought to con- tein articles of human They ought not to be filled half full of jokes, as many of them do—of travels, natu-e and of events of the day. some of them insipid enough, which are only intelligible to a small majority of the pupils in the same school, much less to those of other institutions. So many of the exchange columns and some of the joke columns repeat jokes by the score, from other papers. This is hardly an exhibi- tion of local school talent, and is poor practice when carried to the extreme. We have noticed that many exchanges are illustrated, especially those of the commence- ment numbers. Some of the illustrations are When a. paper can afford it, the illustrating is highly desirable, as it brightens the paper, and brings hand work, others are photographs. the pupils of different schools in close com- munication with one another. To have an attzactive cover should be the object of We have papers with covers of every kind and descrip- tion. Among the best are The Olla Podrida, The Normal Penant and the Tocsin. Others which have been received are The Polytechnic, The News, Manzanita Bark, The Arms Stu- dent, The Cardinal, The Item, The Record, The Normal Reco-d, The Skirmisher, The Or- acle, the Red and White, The Phi-Rhonian, The Crescent, The Rumford Falls Sprey, The Aegis, The Regina, The High School Oracle, The Student, The Oak, The High School Sen- timent. every editor. received Oi (Sunday School conducted in Chem. Lab.) : Teacher—Jay Geary, can you name the books of the old testament? Jay G.—Yes sir, Genesis, Exodus, Senticus, King’s, Chronicles Calls, Examiners, Bulletins and Teacher—Good! Now can you tell me- where to find the Sermon on the Mount? Jay Geary—Yes sir,— Exodus XXth chap..

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THE PORCUPINE il first salutes were over, our host desired us to join him in a drive about town. We had but just sta-ted when the good old knight saw an old woman in shabby clothes ome limping along the side-walk. He asked the coachman to stop, (Sir Ralph was one of the few who had a coach,) and calling the old woman to the coach, gave her some money and then drove on. He gave Sir Ralph a severe lecture for turning off old servants and not keeping those who had become cripples. Sir Ralph was so much touched by what Sir Roger said, he at once promised him he would never turn off an old servant unless by his con- duct he was compelled to. This promise seemed to please my friend, the old knight. When the coach was next called to a stop by this good man, to give a piece of money to a tittle boy in rags, Sir Ralph also had a piece ready for the little fellow. As soon as we atrived at the house, the ser- vants who waited upon me told me that the knight’s sister had just arrived in town. I in- formed Sir Roger of this fact, but says he, “Sir Ralph says she is to stay with friends not far distant from here and we shall not interfere with his seeing her.” Misfo-tunes happen to all people: While we were at dinner that evening, word was brought that an old servant of Sir Roger’s was dying and kept asking for him, upon which the old knight made plans for traveling back to his estate the following morning. a re FAREWELL SENIORS The sunny summer days go by, June, with her sweetly smiling face, Wreathed in a wreath of flowers, appears, And that sad day draws on apace. The day when we must bid adieu, To our dear Seniors, brave and bold, Who’ve finished now their high school life And eager watch the years unfold. Before each one a mystic maze Of joy or sorrow, who may tell, ‘The furnace heat but tries the gold, Then joy or sorrow, live it well. How sore we'll miss you, though each place, Be taken by a new recruit, We'll miss each presence, grave or gay, We'll miss each voice, so strangely mute. In Congress Hall in grave debate, No more your earnest tones will ring, No more in field-day sports arrayed, Bright laurels to our school you'll bring. We'll miss you everywhere, but mosi As day by day each wonted place Is vacant, and upon the stairs, We see no more each: kindly face. But go you forth, brave Seniors all, Grind on your armor for the strife, The knowledge that you here have gained, ‘Twill aid end guide through coming life. Where’er the voice of duty calls, Be it to wisdom’s broadest field, Whence higher knowledge you will gain, The pen or sword, to bravely wield. Or to the busy walks of life, Shoulder to shoulder marching on, Helping to bear your brother’s load, Pressing forward till day is gone. Or to the quiet cares of home, Doing each duty, however small, Making the home life pure and sweet, Faithful, truthful, and just in all. Whate’er your part on life’s great stage, May kind success attend you still, Your lives be an honor to our dear school, Where’er the place you are called to fill. Records of lives of worth and fame, Would that the coming years may tell, Thriliing with pride these friends you leave, And now, dear Senior, fare you well. pelea SLL ele ee PARTING THOUGHTS Pungle up your two-bits lad, A ticket to the show — Athletics need a dime r To make the runners go. Two bits here for field or track, A dime goes here and there; If I had my money back I’d be a millionaire Dollars two you'll have to pay . Class dues for Senior bust, Come dig down in your jeans, This is a case of must. Each day puts us on the rack To draw our shekels fair; If I had my money back I’d be a millionair. Graduation comes but once; Now get your tickets here; Roll ‘em high for a little while— A dime to the church fair. Long and gaunt my money sack, But really, do I care? Still had I my money back I’d be a millionair. Ex.

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