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

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1904 volume:

i HE PORCUPINE FOR NOVEMBER, 1904 HIGH SCHOOL Santa Rosa, Cal. Oliver’s Farewell Letter ....... PISGILOTIA LR Mec pchaher case Raa BX CHANLEB (5's deere o- olndigin veo ebins REGTEDT OSS Paty ofan sale QueWnte « uolbae che AIEEE CION inci 5, pareve’ ook hoipemeaee E, R. SAWYER Watchmiker and Manufacturing Jeweler 629 Fourth Street Santa Rosa, Cal. THIRD STREET CYCLERY Dayton and % Reading Standard Bicycles F. W. HESSE, Jr. 509 Third Street New York PHILADELPHIA UNEXCELLED $35°°HATS Come and see our New Store. KEEGAN BROS. CONTENTS WM. BUSSE Successor to Dan Rehmer Dealer in Guns, Ammunition, Cutlery, Fishing Tackle and Hardware li Main Street Koch’s Barber Shop 633 Fourth Street First shop west of Postoffice FIRST CLASS IN EVERY RESPECT MRS, J. J. CAMPBELL Stationery, Toys, Etc. 425 Fourth Street � R. Hodgson Son Tailors 335 B Street, near Fifth, Santa Rosa Santa Rosa Rochdale Co. (Incorporated) Groceries and Provisions, Fruit Flour and Feed N. FE. Corner Third and B Streets Santa Rosa ee ee eee 5 A IRE OR LE ate ae ee ct SNE eS Che Porcupine VOL. XI. SANTA ROSA, CAL., NOVEMBER, 1904 NO. 3 Prudent People Purchase Prickly Porcupines The Reward of Faithfulness Allie West sat: sewing by the open window, through which shown the last rays of the setting sun. She glanced up as her sister entered, as usual, in a perfect whirlwind of excitement. “Oh, Allie dear, you can’t realize what has happened! I received an invitation to attend the concert to be given in the Declaine Gardens this evening. Mrs. Declaine expects to entertain one of the renowned singers of ‘Sing- erville.”” Elaine laughed as she repeated the name “Singerville,”’ and then continued with great emphasis, “Oh, Allie, I can just picture the tall, sedate, queenly little figure standing before the footlights, letting her great voice resound through the ages to come. Oh, dear! when | try to be sentimental, no, eloquent, I fail utterly. But is it not perfectly splendid, Allie, dear?” It had not occurred to Elaine that her sister might pos- sibly have appreciated an invitation. Not that Elaine was selfish. Oh, no. It had been thus ever since Allie had sacrificed her own ambitions and with tearful eyes murmured, “No. mother, dear, I shall remain at home and care for you, and Elaine may have what she so sincerely desires. So, when the college had reopened one autumn day, nearly three years before, Elaine had wended her way thither, happy in the realization of her highest am- bitions, while her sister remained quietly at home, attend- ing to the household duties and nursing the invalid moth- er who was often so exacting and unreasonable, the result of years of intense suffering. But when, at last, the moth- “ 2 THE PORCUPINE er was but a memory in the hearts of those who loved her, Allie faced the future bravely and, day by day, com- forted and encouraged her father, who was often sadly de- spondent. For him the future was but a thorny pathway which he must tread before his journey of life should be completed Bnt to return. “I am glad for you, dear,” Allie re- sponded, then hastened away that her sister might not see the tears which she was unable to conceal. When alone she endeavored to form a mental picture of the re- nowned singer, who that evening would delight her hear- ers in the beautiful gardens of Mrs. Declaine, whose wealth enabled her to satisfy her every fancy. But could Allie have realized what the future contained for her, her joy would have known no bounds. The evening had come. Elaine had disappeared in a vision of white loveliness and Allie was alone save for her father who was so occupied with his evening tasks that he failed to notice her dejected air. Finally she re- membered the pretty row boat which was available at all times and stole down to the lake whose waters sparkled beneath the wan beams of the moon. Raising her voice, she calied for Rover who immediately appeared and, per- ceiving her intentions, barked joyously while the boat was being released from its moorings. A moment later, and Allie was busily plying the oars, humming softly the while. Her sweet, clear, though untrained voice at- tracted two young women, the sole occupants of another craft. One of them exclaimed brightly, “Oh, do sing for me, will you, please.” Her companion seconded the re- quest and, after a little urging, Allie consented. At first her voice was weak and unsteady, but seemed to gather strength from effort. The words were touching and ap- pealed to her listeners, for they seemed to come from the depths of a yearning heart. When she had finished she gazed into the face of one of her listeners for whom she had conceived a great admiration. While the lady THE PORCUPINE 3 praised her execution Allie studied her intently. She was attired in a black velvet gown and wore no orna- ments save for a few crimson buds which nestled amid the glossy ringlets of her hair and which contrasted so prettily with her pale, expressive face and dark eyes full of fire, yet soft and pleading. A pleasant conversation followed and soon Allie was unfolding to her listeners, whose kindly tact and sym- pathy had won from -her the story of her life and am- bitions for the future, her desire to be present that even- ing in the Declaine Gardens and hear the renowned sing- er whom the enthusiastic queen of wealth was enabled to summon into her presence. Suddenly, inspired by a new thought, Allie asked, “Will you sing for me now?” The lady hesitated, then catching sight of the pleading face, nodded acquiescence. Her sweet voice broke the stillness of night and, accompanied by nought save the splashing waters beneath her, she charmed her two lis- teners into breathless silence until the conclusion of the strain. It was a strange sight, the two fairy frigates gliding along side by side, bearing two enraptured lis- teners and she who so charmed them with her voice that their oars were almost unheeded and the tide was bear- ing them where it would. We must not omit the great, shaggy dog, and also the lanterns which enabled each to behold the faces of her companions. “Oh, it was wonderful!” Allie cried, then paused, un- able to express her thoughts further. “JT must tell you,” the lady replied, “that I am the sing- er whom Mrs. Declaine summoned. You know we sing- ers are proud with that pride which is born of independ- ence.” She struggled to control her rising indignation. “Mrs. Declaine did not question me in regard to her sum- mons, or rather commands, so I wrote her no word of re- ply. I would willingly disappoint any woman who so forget herself as to impose upon one who is her inferior only in wealth. . Still, she has continued to expect and I came here merely to forget. And now I have a sugges- 4 THE PORCUPINE tion to offe r. You have a wonderful voice, as you cer- tainly should realize. After your sister has graduated from college and your father will not necessarily be with- out companionship, I will undertake its training in ex- change for nothing except your constant perseverance. But listen, dear, do not interupt me. You may repay me when your voice has created demands for your presence in public.” Surprise, gratitude and bewilderment seized Allie sud- denly and she leaned over the side 0 the boat and threw her arms around the neck of the beautiful singer who had opened a fountain of joy at her feet from which she might quench her thirst which had been raging unsatisfied un- tilnow. They parted, one happy in the consciousness of having bestowed happiness, the other in the lofty ambi- tions and the earnest hopes and purposes which were hers. When Allie re-entered the room where her father still busied himself with his evening tasks and saw before her the accustomed duties, she thought of the singer as one whom she had beheld in a dream. Elaine had returned and immediately proceeded to give her sister a few de- tails concerning the experiences of the evening. “Oh, Allie, the singer was not present, for some ac- countable reason, and after wandering up and down the Grdens we were obliged to go. Mrs. Declaine was so embarassed and annoyed she could scarcely treat her guests with civility. It was stupid.” Allie seated herself at her sister’s side. It was a long while before she could gain the courage to unfold to her the events of the evening, but she finally did and, while her father listened with tearful eyes, Elaine drew her closer and, embracing her tenderly, said, “Allie, dear, you’ve sacrificed yourself for me and I am truly grateful for the unselfishness you’ve shown.” Then laughingly, for it was never possible for Elaine to be serious long, she continued, “Father and I may agree and we may not, but you shall not suffer for our THE PORCUPINE 5 shortcomings.” Then the father spoke: “I am glad for you, Allie. You deserve it all. You’ve been the sunshine o our home, and, I repeat it, you deserve it all.” ARs Up Against It One of the most important days of my life was the day I entered what my elders called “that famous institution of learning, the Santa Rosa High School.” I was a rather prepossessing lad of fourteen years. I had always been on good terms with everyone around me and on excellent terms with myself. That is, I had always been a favorite among my classmates at the grammar school, being their leader in every prank, and so I expected to be quite an important chap at the High School. My mother told me that morning to behave myself and not disgrace the family, for she always spoke to me as if I were a “kid” tied to her apron strings, instead of a boy who was able to take care of himself. I answered, “Oh, bosh,” and, whistling my shrillest set out for the school. When I arrived there I found many others in the same position that I was, but there were a great many more who were “old in the service,” and took pains to let me know it by the murmurs that I heard passing around the room. “There goes a Freshie,” and “My, but he looks ereen,” and “I’m mighty glad I’m not just starting in.” Do you think I minded being called a Freshie? Not me! I just straightened and said to myself, “ Now, John, don’t you let yourself be made a fool of. You just show them what a I'reshie is made of.” Well, when the school took up, the first person I not- iced was the prettiest girl sitting across the aisle from me. Whew! I was in a better humour already. She looked at me and smiled as though she wanted to be friends. You know I always did like girls, but most of 6 THE PORCUPINE them are kind of “sissified,” don’t you think so? But some aren’t, you bet. They’re jolly as boys and are the “real stuff.” I made up my mind that this one was a “reg- ular brick.” But to my dismay, there just a few seats away was one of those old “‘smarties” from grammar school whom I just hated. He was a regular bully and was always sticking his nose into iny business. I never could bear him, be- cause he was a short, fat, fellow, was never neat about his clothes and his hair always stood up in all directions at once, as though it was trying to fill up the extra amount of space in his hat, which was about a size and a half too big. You may think I’m a kind of a “sissy,” but I’m not. I know how to make the girls admire me, you’d better be- lieve. This old enemy of mine looked at me as if to say, “We'll have a scrap at recess, old man, and I'll show you who’s who.” Well, we didn’t have any real lessons the first day, so the second morning I went to my classes with a brave face, fully prepared to distinguish myself. Our history teacher was such a dear little lady in a blue dress. After giving a number of questions, she suddenly said, looking straight at me, “Mr. Jenkins, who was the Black Prince?” I felt important all of a sudden. She had actually called me Mr. Jenkins. She had called on different ones in the class before, and some of them had gotten up and spun off long yarns, most of which were only biuff. I said to myself, “I will just shine. now; I’m not going to bluff.” I stood up and—well, you must be a little lenient, be- cause the class was large and as I had a seat near the back they could all look around and see who the Mr. Jen- kins was. My! but I do despise that name to this day. Well, as I said before, I stood up; my knees began to shake; I got red, white, and I know, blue. However, I pulled myself together, for you do feel kind of queer when you first get up before a lot of THE PORCUPINE 7 “kids” you never saw before. I kept getting redder all the time, just like a girl when she blushes; but I said as calmly as I could and in an import- ant way, I thought, “Why, he was the king’s son.” The whole class began to laugh, but for the life of me I couldn’t see why. They would be laughing yet, I guess, if the teachers hadn’t looked daggers at them, but not be- fore she had had a good laugh herself. I was so mad I could have licked every last one of those boys. The teach- er said, “ we all knew that he was a king’s son, Mr. Jen- kins.” You can imagine how insignificant I felt when she said that. I thought I had made quite an impression, but it seemed I hadn’t. I thought that little incident would pass over, but not much. The next day as I was going through the hall some of the “big-bug” girls—seniors, I think they call them—remarked, “Oh, there goes Johnnie, the poor little boy whose first attempt at recitation was a failure. Isn’t he cute?” I said to myself, “John, can you stand any more of this?” I had come to the conclusion that to be at home, even if it was by my mother’s side, would be better than to stand any more such torment. I did not answer my- self until the end of the month. Then, I said, “John, you’ve just got to grin and bear it.” For there in the High School paper they had written it all out and told a lot of stuff about the poor little freshies who mustn’t get discouraged. I know they meant only me. I would have quit there and then if my mother hadn’t urged me to stay and do my best and not be a disgrace to the family. % Well, I’in still at S. R. H. 8S. and you couldn’t hire me to quit now, as I learned a lesson which has been an advan- tage to me all through the months that have followed. The moral of my little tale is: Don’t think yourself so important that you can distinguish yourself, for you will find yourself “up gainst it,” and your pride will take a fall as mine did. A. 706. THE PORCUPINE AAlone The poplar stretched up straight ani tall, In appearance king of trees. Its neighbors viewed it, great and small, Anl in their petty gossip all Said with insolent ease: “Tt’s alone, All alone.” “It’s love of self’s what keeps it up,” So said those little trees. “Tf it so wishes it may drain the cup Of bitter, and sorrow. if it will not stoop, But remains high in the breeze, Alone, All alone.” The poplar heard, and sadly smiled, For trees do smile sometimes. “How little they know why I am exiled, Why I cannot stoop and be defiled, But here remain and pine Alone, All alone.” “Nis little they know how I long and sigh, A foolish thing, I know, For a sincere friend as tall as I, But the laughing breeze as it passes by, Mocks my ery of woe, Alone, All alone.” “for they lack not a clinging vine Nor need they hush a moan, As a sense of loss of love divine Wrings from the suffering heart and minl This haunting cry, Alone, All alone.” THE PORCUPINE 9 Oliver’s Farewell Letter It has been the good fortune of the students of the San- ta Rosa High School to receive an object lesson of great value. Whether they will profit by it or not, is another question. For several days they had with them a young Japanese who was there for the purpose of increasing his familiarity with the English language, preparatory to entering Stanford. He departed suddenly in response to his country’s call, leaving behind him a letter. This letter not only shows the spirit which is largely responsible for the Japanese victories in the far East, but it also clearly indicates to the students that an associate may possess latent possibilities undreamed of by them. They receive at first hand the lesson that patriotism and devotion to duty know no race distinction, and that im- perfect English can express the loftiest of sentiments. The letter is here given in full: At the Midnight, Oct. 15, ’04. Mr. E. M. Cox, Dear Sir: I received the telegram at p. m., 5 this evening, from Japanese Government to come back for my military service. I teared, holding it in my hands under the twilight, for I could not keep down my deep feeling which had been disturbed the progress of my study, but not dread death on the battle ground. Had gone in vain! Holding the purpose to reservice an example of public virtue for the future of the land of rising suns— Japan—as the “Light of Asia,” I crossed the unharvested Pacific ocean this summer. But had gone in vain! Dear schoolmaster! My acquaintance with you at the school was a few days, as a little dream of summer night, but have become the close teacher as so has been long be- fore, yet it was a meeting, I must go, leaving you far be- hind. When the sun will break the eastern sky you never fell to see the beautiful scenery of the Santa Rosa’s na- 10 THE PORCUPINE ture, but.my happyness has turned up to other way—to the battlefield, to sacrifice for the country’s honor. I have been called to stand up face of the dangerous enemy in Manchuria as a Lieutenant of Artillery, belong- ing to Fourth Army, picking away pen and books from by hand of peaceful study, for my honor to do the bril- liant work that will hid the thousands stars with my brightness. I have recalled the memory of the beautiful age that manhood went to the battlefield with the pur- pose of building a great justice upon the earth. To crush up a wrong ambition of the Slavs on Far East, I will never refuse to die, piling up the own corpse, one on other. My two intimate comrades—-officers who was killed at the battle of Liao Yang, before leave their fatherland they send me a letter—only three lines and nothing more —in which they say, “Now we must go to the battlefield. Do for us rest after our death. Waite you, dear friend, at the gate of Zion. ” They were hopeful young officers in the army, for they has held in their narrow breast a great ambition, to erect a statue of the justice with the foundation of the humanity. But now the gloomy vision is dispersing in my eyes rising upon wings to heaven from the bloody wilderness where they has fallen together with the recollection of the forest in which our childhood has wandred hand in hand, many and many years go. Silent- ly covered their faces and asleeping on the gate of Zion with the light of immortal beauty. “Waite you, dear friend, at the gate of Zion.” The bloody bosom of Manchuria’s prairie is Paradise for me! Yes, our Lardilist has lent only feet for my young life, but will give wings on my death. Lo! their freshes are resting from its carnal torment and surround- ing with the sweet chorus of the white dressed Angels, but no more tears, no more pains for them. The time is ripe to sacrifice the own upon the altar of the progress of civilization and humanity of human be- ing, that shows the history of the world has been marked THE PORCUPINE II with the sword in all crimes (climes). JI have neither words, no utter, but I am delighted that we shall meet with the friends in the summerland of forever. I must leave by tomorrow morning, first train, and the noon will start from San Francisco to Far East. No time to take leave of everybody, then I left this letter. I wish you and all students go through life in the same perfectly happy-go-lucky way with a big heart and de- lightful unconsciousness of anyone or anything around you and them. I hope to see you again in this country or heaven. Be quietful through eternity, Santa Rosa’s na- ture. Fare the well, my dear teacher, and girl and boy of all. In haste, but with deepest affection, yours truly, Oliver E. Odanaka. —_y3--— Paw says: “Life is like a game of cards and our only duty lies in playing our ‘hand’ to the best of our ability, we did not deal the cards.” That’s all very well, my philosopher friend, To the will of the gods you are able to bend, But I fear that my duty devotion might lack Should I dream of a king and fate dealt me a jack. A. 706. 3 -—.-— On the night of October 31, a high wind carried a couple of the Santa Rosa street cars away from their ac- customed resting place and deposited them in the High School campusette. The wind can’t come back too soon. ———_£—_-— Aleck, (Com. Geo., explaining converging of winds to- ward equator): “The speed of an object in the center of a plane tends to draw all objects to it. Take the Santa Rosa street car, for instance..” ee Miss Whitehead: “The straits of Gibraltar flow into the Pacific Ocean, I believe.” I2 THE PORCUPINE “@he Porcupine” Issued every school month in the interests of the Sinta Rosa High School. 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We are told that we cought to be thankful for this, that and the other thing, with a remarkable latitude of subject. But, should we be thankful for anything that is not conducive to self development? “Sublime egotist,” you'say. But come with me through the pages of history and note the generals, statesmen and writers. Would such characters have existed but for self development? To everyone the gravity of individual responsibility should be apparent. The adage that “a chain is no stronger than its weakest link.” though trite, is still applicable. We deplore the weakness of the social chain, yet we come far from being efficient links ourselves. It is only by the development of the links that the chain will ever attain to any degree of potency. A pertinent question now: What factor is most con- THE PORCUPINE 13 ducive to seif development? To our mind it is the power to think. Such a statement seems almost insane, but to judge from the actions of those with whom we daily come in contact it cannot be iterated too often. It is only by the power of thought that the asperities of our daily lives can be smoothed. Only in proportion to the strength of our minds can we gratify the desires of our hearts with any safety. We laud the minds which have broken the shackles of religious oppression in the past, yet, today the churches are the most crowded, where reason least exists. The number of illustrations is unlimited; every ereat movement of the past or present, be it religious, political or social, hs sprung from a thought. In High School we are rushed from class to class, while facts are unceasingly poured into us. We grasp these facts, but we do not get hold of the greatest fact of all, that these facts are not thoughts. Facts are merely the materials out of which we shape our thought; the more we practice with the materials, the more perfect become our thoughts. Premature judgment is bad, but it is to be preferred to no judgment at all. We can at least put our twos together and make fours of them and later, when our light grows stronger, our fours can be squared. If thinking is needed at any time in our lives it is right now. Weare daily forming habits and prejudices which are to be the foundations of our future characters, and yet we are daily proceeding in our endeavors to veneer the dead shell and allowing the kernel, our true foundation, to lie neglected. Character is the world force of today. It can only be gained by self development. Self devel- opment is dependent upon thought and wise action, the concrete form of thought. What we should be 14 THE PORCUPINE thankful for is the opportunity to use our minds for the end of self development. eee This month’s joshes were compiled while laboring under the difficulty occasioned by the loss of our popular josh editor, Floyd Wisecarver. He and his brother, the genial “Doc.” have removed to Modesto, where they will enter the High School at that place. Floyd’s departure causes regret among a large circle of friends, especially among his classmates to say nothing of certain mem- bers of the fair sex. Although we suffer from the loss, we wish them the best of success in their new home. eee A word or two on things in general. It is still the editors conception of heaven as being a place where he will have nothing to do but read manuscripts that are handed in, unbegged for, aye, even unasked for. And the said manuscripts are written legibly, in ink, on the long way of the paper. see About the joshes. Only those joshes are printed that will give the greatest pleasure to the greatest number. Joshes that are understood by only a small circle are care- fully omitted. Under no conditions are the joshes to be considered as personal hits from members of the staff. We are willing to be responsible for anything printed, but, in fact, no person has a right to kick if he becomes the victim of a little pleasantry, especially when it is his own act that lays him open to it. eee We are greatly indebted to Miss Ruth Overman for the cover design of this issue. The drawing comes from the pen of her sister, to whom we express our gratitude by this means. THE PORCUPINE 15 xchanges Sibyl, we are interested in your continued story, “The Light in the Window.” Please do not fail to send the rest of it. ‘The exchange department shows careful and conscientious preparation. Furthermore, the criticism is honest. The Russ is good—-what there is of reading matter in it. It must be confessed that advertisements are not the most interesting of literary productions. The Lowell is fairly brimming over with readable things. The cuts are well drawn and appro priate and the cover is neat. The quality of the paper and the type used do not do the Sea Urchin justice. The contents of the October is- sue, if these defects are overlooked, are well arranged and worthy of commendation. The Crimson and Gold possesses the most valuable factor in conducting a school journal—school spirit. The Orange and Black, from Spokane, has a literary department that is worth reading. Unlike most High School journals, it does not confine itself to the criticism of the literature studied in the English course. Current literature is discussed and commented upon quite cleverly. The Review, from Sacramento, has uncommonly good editorials. In the October number some valuable ideas concerning the management of a High School magazine are expressed. Judging from the Review itself, these ideas are successfully applied. The Skirmisher is full of life and spirit, as its name would indicate. There is something distinctive about the Item. It is made artistic by some well executed drawings. The jokes are original and, above all, are really witty. We agree with the editor in his appreciation of “The Tragedy of a Day.” 16 THE PORCUPINE Crescent, can’t you introduce a little more fun into your pages? Humor like that of the “Parody on the One Hoss Shay,” is a very valuable element in the com- position of as substantial a magazine as yours. Despite the fact that the greater part of the Polytech- nic is devoted to departments, it is not uninteresting. The article on the South Sea Islands is written in an en- tertaining manner and is instructive as well. There are a couple of points that should be taken into consideration by exchauge editors when making their criticisms. The most important is that it is impossible at the same time to attain to any degree of literary purity and please the majority of the readers upon whom we are dependent for our existence. The other is that the editors are not. entirely responsible for the make up of the paper. They have to deal with a variable quantity in the printing office. i Ss Congress On the afternoon of Friday, November 4, our High School Congress was reorganized with our principal, Mr. Cox in the chair. Adela Dickson was chosen clerk of the house and Elisworth Mitchell fills the position of assist- ant. Four bills were introduced and read. Bills I and IT, re- ferring to a “Restriction of Immigration,” and to “Giving Aid to Japan in her Present War,” were advanced to a second reading, Bill No. I, being made a special order for the next sesion. Haven Hardware Co. MECHANIC’S TOOLS Fine Cutlery, Sporting Goods, Garden Hose, Lawn Mowers, Windmilis, Pumps, Pipe and Plumbing and Tinning ART CROCKERY AND GLASSWARE 420-422-424 Fourth Street Santa Rosa, Cal. THE PORCUPINE 17 On Wednesday, November 10, the discussion on the bill pertaining to “Immigration,” was opened for debate and was warmly contested. Those speaking in favor of the measure were Roy Hitchcock, Edwin Zuner and Carl Schaupp; against the bill, Carl Rathbone, Chas. Thomp- son. The debate was carried over to the next session, which took place Thursday, November 18. Roy Alex- ander, the introducer of the bill, accepted an amendment by Schaupp as a part of the main bill. The debate follow- ing was very spirited, all the time being fully occupied. At 4 o’clock a vote was taken and the bill was carried. Those speaking in favor of the bill were Edwin Abeel. Roy Alexander, Fred McConnell and Schaupp, and those against were John Ahl, Chas. Thompson and Nathallie Hamden. —_o— Athletics On Saturday, September 22nd, Oakland won from us in the semi-finals of the A. A. 8S. She won not so much on her own merit as owing to two things. First our own lack of proper coaching; second, her dirty playing. The relentless and uncalled for siugging of the Oakland team against men who were practically beaten caused much un- favorable comment. We were accompanied by several of our lady teachers, besides others and they say that pro- fanity was very noticeable among the O. H. S8. rooters. While we don’t run a Sunday school, we can at least use decent language at times—especially if we win. Mackenzie, as usual, played his star game and material- ly aided the successful stopping of plays. Wilson played Pl. So DAVIS Prescription Druggist Phone Main 3 The Place to Buy Drugs Drugs and Prescriptions Delivered to You Without Extra Charge 18 THE PORCUPINE hard and was a tower of strength. Gritty little Hitchy played on with a broken thumb. He was in every play. During the first half O. H. S. scored once and three times during the second half, wheri she played Broth yi A very friendly feeling exists toward the O. H. 8. track team and we hope that this will help us to overlook the football team’s fault. Nearly every man was hurt some. Mackenzie received a broken shoulder. Hitchcock a broken thumb and Wil- son severe internal injuries. Every injury of consequence was the direct result of “dirty” playing. The marks of someone’s “corks” were visible on Mac’s shoulder for a week after. We have two games in view, one with Petaluma at Sebastopol, with excursions on the electric railroad, and the other with the California School for the Deaf in Santa Rosa on Thanksgiving Day. The latter game has been looked forward to for a year and should be a dandy. Our team should be in shape by that day and will give the boys from Berkeley a good rub. Undoubtedly it will be great. ¢ Basket Bali A very exciting basket ball game was played between the Girls’ High School team and the Santa Rosa High School team in San Francisco November 12th. The teams were so evenly matched that the game was intensely inter- esting to the spectators, as well as to the players. The San- ta Rosa line up was as follows: Mamie Pearce, Olive Dickson, Dorothy Shelton, goalers; Mamie Rayder, Leone Safley, Ruth Overman, centers; Abbey Clary, Mabel Cc. M. BRUNER Art Goods 434 Fourth Street THE PORCUPINE 19 Ware, Edna Purrineton, guards; Edna McNab, substi- tute. At the end of the first half the score stood 1—2, in the Girls’ High school’s favor, Mamie Pearce having thrown a free goal and the opponents having made a field throw The second half was more exciting than the first, both sides scoring many times. Until the last moment of the game Santa Rosa had the advantage of one point. Then our opponents scored, giving them one point advantage. When time was finally called the score stood 9—8, in favor of the Girls’ High. All of the girls played a fine game. Our sub., Edna McNab, played the first half, owing to the absence of Edna Purrington; she filled her position like a veteran. Our goalers are all that could be wished for. Mamie Pearce made quite a spectacular field throw. Dorothy Shelton and Olive Dickson each made two points. The visiting team is always at a disadvantage, owing to the strange field, etc. We have great hopes of winning the return game next Saturday, Noy. 19. JOSHES MORITURE SALUTUMUS We respectfully dedicate this page to the loving mem- ory of Bumbaugh’s whiskers. Cut off ere their prime by the ruthless hand of the destroyer, thy have gone to that bourne from which no traveler returns. To the homeless, who have sorrowfully seen their ac- customed haunts destroyed, we extend sympathy. To the hereaved himself, who must face the win- RG, Moodey i sie 20 THE PORCUPINE tery blasts with a sense of bareness in his life, our hearts well out in silent pity. Dudley to Clara: “If you don’t promise to go with me, now, I’! untie your necktie.” Margaret is sorry she hasn’t more than one life to live for Finjaw. Mr. Outealt (Com. Geo.): “What is the cause of tides?” Ben Strong: “It’s the contraction of the moon.” Clara Einhorn (In reference to an event of Shakes- peare’s time): “I can’t describe it, but I remember of its happening.” Teacher: “Who were the vassals?” sright Student: “They invented vaseline.” Rowena: “I can’t study. I don’t know what is the matter with me. I can’t fix my mind on my lessons, at all.” (Never mind, Rowena, Tom won’t be absent much longer.) Teacher: “Where did the monks live?” Bright Student: “In apiaries.” Mr. Cox: “What is a legal document?” Clarence F.: “A marriage license.” ————_9—_———_. THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF THE SANTA ROSA HIGH SCHOOL 1. Swipe not they neighbor’s manilla pad, lest he seek retribution seven fold. lee Cream = ACOBS a Santa Rosa, Cal. 939339999399399999099909 339999995999999900099909 ; : : q cmt - THE PORCUPINE 21 2. Remember thou the study hall, to keep it quiet, for therein must thou labor diligently. 3. Thou shalt not spoon, for a queener is an abomina- tion unto the High School. 4. Stamp not loudly with thy feet, lest thy neighbor be reported. 5. Thou shalt not raise a rough house, in the Lab., lest “he” send thee below. 6. Remember thy teachers, to jolly them for a straight “S.” for a good jolly availeth much. 7. Sneak not with thy dearly beloved, lest in such an hour as ye think not, Outealt find thee out. 8. Thou shalt not make H-2-S in the Chem. Lab., for it is an abomination to the nose. 9. Put not your trust in ponies, lest in an evil mo- ment they fiy from thee, leaving thee alone in a “land of sand and thorns.” 10. Remember thou the Porcupine, to give it assist- ance, both with the fruit of thy brain and the weight of thy pocket book. HOOPER FARMER Drugs PHYSICIANS’ PRESCRIPTIONS A SPECIALTY Phone Red 43 Successors to J. N. Hooper 611 Fourth St. $ eZ Students Enter at Ainy Time @— SEND FOR CIRCULARS Hew an’s For PURE DRUGS Cor. 4th and Mendocino Sts, 22 THE PORCUPINE IN MEMORIUM Tomorrow afternoon, about sixty minutes before ten o'clock in the morning, after lunch (free), a large man, weighing about 192 ounces, was detected by two of our handsome police officers abstracting from the hip pocket of his vest a gallon jug labelled ‘‘From That Man Dont, 121 Fourth street,” (with all the letters rubbed off), and just before raising aforesaid vial to his beef steak en- trance, exclaiming in an inaudible screech or wail, “Schwein Fleisch. Raus mit him.” Did he swallow it? Search me, for just at that critical week or minute the aforesaid H. P. O. wrenched the demijohn from his corn stealers, rushed to a local horse doctor, who, upon exam- ination, pronounced it a genuine milk shake as dispensed at the laboratory of That Man Dont, 121 Fourth street, Santa Rosa, Cal. Phone Black 79 Wholesale and Retail HART SCOTT GROCERS 400-106 Fourth Street, Santa Rosa, Cal, OCCIDENTAL HOTEL ™ Most Central Location in the City Headquarters for QUINN BANE, Proprietors Commercial Travellers W. B. Griggs, Chief Clerk Strictly first class in every respect Corner Fourth and B Streets, Santa Rosa, Cal. DOHN’S EXPRESS CO. GEO, A. DOHN, Proprietor (Class of 1900) Baggage called for and checked to all trains Will move, ship and store Baggage and Freight at Low Rates Phone Black 481 128 Fourth Street MRS. L. J. BEARSS The dopular Milliner of 637 Fourth Street, opposite Wells, Fargo Co.’s express office is prepared to show a Coripitlete lime of FALL MILLINERY REMEMBER PLATT BOOK AND STATIONERY CO. FOR Photo Supplies Periodicals School Books Picture Framing Cut Glass Pyrography Supplies 502 Fourth Street H. A. Platt, Proprietor KOPF DONOVAN Wholesale and retail occ e CIFOCERS cas UPTON HARDIN bry Goods and 605 Fourth street Fancy Goods DO YOUR EYES BOTHER? Good vision is essential to successful school work. If studying causes eyeache, blurring of me print, or headache, our experience and equip- ment of optical instruments enables us to give nite comtort with suitable glasses. Pao LAWSON OPTICAL Co. “Palace of Sweets” C. T. SHERMAN, Prop. 619 Fourth Street CANDY AND ICE CREAM cat Text Books and School Supplies C. A. Wright Go. Leading Booksellers and Stationers 527 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. John Ross, Photographer Studio, 515a Fourth Street THE WHITE HOUSE THE LARGEST RETAILERS NORTH OF SAN FRANCISCO DRY GOODS, LADIES’ SULTS, CLOTHING, ETC. 501-503 Fourth Street, 301 313 B Street Santa Rosa, Cal. BICYCLES . AUTOMOBILES fling SUNDRIES St BICYCLES SKILLFUL REPAIRING IN ALL BRANCHES Geo. C. Schelling, 405-407 4th st. Gla? VW. A. WERNECKE Proprietor of The [reading Meat Market Telephone Main 50 308 Mendocino Street - - - - Santa Rosa, Cal. FPN i BA Se AIR Pe ES TNS TO ie a. ©: PEDERSEN Furniture, Carpets, Matiings, Linoleums, Etc. Wholesale and Retail Dealer Corner Fourth and A Streets, Santa Rosa b] Stewart’s Drug Store The place where you get Drugs that are PURE and FRESH Wm. McK. Stewart 401 Fourth street, Corner A : Phone Red 431 Established 1885 No Chinese Employed Santa Rosa Pioneer Steam Laundry AHLF, HADLER ROTHENBERGER Phone Black 123 704 Fourth St., opp. Postoffice, Santa Rosa Erevan Santa Rosa Gyelery Supplies Sweaters F. J. WISEMAN, Manager Guns 317 Mendocino Street Ammunition Cleveland, California, Tribune and Yale Bicycles CLASS PINS RIZE Cwrs PRIZE MEDALS CLUB BMBLEMS “Je EIN SOOT Sign of the Big Clock 545 Fourth Street Have you a Gas Stove? Heating water by gas is cheap and handy SANTA ROSA LIGHTING CO., 519 Fourth Street ou SANT ROH MUG STORE = School Supplies . Ss. HOSME AMERICAN BAKERY Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes Daily P. MOORE, Proprietor Phone Red 484 133 Fourth Street JOS. A. COWEN Bookbinding and. Printing 512a Fourth Street FOUNTAIN, RIDDLE CLARY Reliable Shoes Phone Black 302 529 Fourth Street LAAULS HLAAOSY CZe Santa Rosa Cal. W.H. Lee C.E. Lee F. M. Cooper LEE BROS. CO. Express and Draymen Will call at your residenceand check your baggage to any point on California North- western. No extra charge for checking, Office with Wells Fargo Co. IRaM YOON ‘S]VF[ UT Say AqS JSOMOU OWL Sulyjo}) paunsuy WY YS -Soccovs. OD SNIHLOTD SxO0ua © a 4 i} ec i=] R ca = i) %) n ty i] ie] =] =a S Rn a Me i} IvVO 'VSOY VINVS Oe on te eee ee ee ee er i oD F. BERKA Building Material Oe Oe er eerie Gm On ege pOrO29O1-OrGer Orr Ger Ger Gor O08 $0090 GOO Ou Gass Se sel tee et at ats ® THE PORCUPINE FOR DECEMBER, 1904 HIGH SCHOOL Santa Rosa, Cal. Neptune’s Gift A Bird of Passage Bumpings for the Christmas Class The Tree Squirrel Answer to ‘‘Alone’”’ Editorial. Congress Athletics Exchanges Words of the Wise E, R. SAWYER Watchmaker and Manuiacturing Jeweler 629 Fourth Street Santa Rosa, Cal. THIRD STREET CYCLERY Dayton and � % Reading Standard Bicycles F, W. HESSE, Jr. 509 Third Street NEW TYE PHILAGE LPHIA UNEXCELLED $ 3°90 HATS Come and see our New Store. KEEGAN BROS, CONTENTS cee b ces ee ee, cena e cesses eee oe ere ee WM. BUSSE Successor to Dan Behmer Dealer in Guns, Ammunition, Cutlery, Fishing Tackle and Hardware Ill Main Street Koch’s Barber Shop 633 Fourth Street Fi: st shop west of Postoffice FIRST CLASS IN EVERY RESPECT MRS, J. J. CAMPBELL Stationery, Toys, Etc. 425 Fourth Street R. Hodgson Son Tailors 315 -B Street, near Fifth, Santa Rosa Santa Rosa Rochdale Go. (Incorporated) Greceries and Provisions, Fruit Flour end Feed N. E. Corner Third and B Streets Santa Rosa Che Porcupine VOL. XI. SANTA ROSA, CAL., DECEMBER, 1904 NO. 4 Prudent People Purchase Prickly Porcupines Neptune’s Gift. Father, why is the storm so fierce? Why beat the waves so loud? Why flash on fiash of lightning comes From out the flying clouds? “Ah, lad, a storm does blow this night, Full high the wild waves be, But ne’er so high as long ago On the night you came to me. “Listen, my lad, and I shall tell A tale of one fierce strife; Of human skill ’gainst mighty strength, To save a human life. “The lightning flashed with blinding light, The thunder rolled on high, As though the mighty power above Were battling in the sky. “The wayes were running high this night As they have never run, And each would strike the mighty cliff As though each were a gun. “In the boat house the life-boat crew Sai motionless and grim, For well they knew that trials fierce This dreadful night would bring. THE PORCUPINE “It was not long they had to wait, lor soon above the storm The low boom of a signal gun To our strained ears were borne. “Then quick from out the inky dark Burst forth a flaming sign, The last sad cry our seamen make Before they cross the line. “Three times we strove to launch the boat; Three times we strove in vain; Then with the strength born of despair We charged the seas again. “Tor five long minutes battled we Ere victory was ours; And we shot through the angry sea, While spray came down in showers. “T’or two score years and ten I’ve fought The angry, storm-swept sea, And in that time ’twas ne’er so rough As then it seemed to me. “It took the skill of strength and years Of men raised on the deep, To keep that faithful, steady craft (‘rom sinking with each sweep. “Oh! how we fought with all our might To reach that dying ship, While death looked on with smiling gaze, Lest foot or hand should slip. “We struggled long, so hard it was, An hour slowly passed, And each succeeding plunge we took Appeared to be our last. $n THE PORCUPINE 3 “But life-men never go to fight Unless they challenge death, And men like these hope only leaves When hand in hand with breath. E’en when we'd reached the treach’rous spot, We feared we were too late, For darkness spoke departed life, The waves were bells of fate. “But suddenly a blinding fiash Flame-rent the angry sky, And ship and crew rose from the deep Before each anxious eye. “And looking up from where we were, Right close we heard a wail, And saw a frenzied figure leap From off the pitching rail, “Then soon upon a crested wave I saw a basket float, And round its sides, and o’er the top Was wrapped a woman’s cloak. “With boat hook, reaching carefully, I drew it to my side, And found it held a sleeping babe, Wrapped softly for his ride. “Oh, fate! how close we have to look To call thy judgments right; This mother’s leaped to certain death With rescuers in sight. “Ah, Jad! the rest is old to you— You’ve heard it oftentime— Your mother, lad, and that great ship Alone remained behind. roar. mans. Eli: Miss Wirt (Eng. VI_): THE PORCUPINE And nothing of your home. As for your relatives, my lad, Their lives were never known. “By sailor’s laws of ownership You rightfully were mine; 1 sometimes think ’twas Providence That sent you at that time. “Not many days before you came Our own dear laddie died. He was about your tender age; Our life, our very pride. “So when I brought you to our home There seemed to come again New life and hapiness to us, Who, then, had known but pain. “My boy, I lie awake at night, And tremble lest there come Some one to claim you as his right And rob us of a son. “And lad, if you should leave us now, Twould break our poor old hearts, “For he who brought us life and joy Takes both when he departs.” aS ant I Description of a chem. recitation: One pS oy, hae Who wrote that book? “The sailors brave knew naught of you, continuous You will find the text in Ro- — THE PORCUPINE AA Bird of Passage The two-horse rattle-trap, brought into being through the folly of the postal department, and continued in its existence through the sufferance of man; was about to start on its momentous journey of three hours, or less, to the neighboring metropolis. This stage—by some it was called the “peeling-off stage” by reason of the total absence of all that goes to make up a self-respecting ve- hicle—was the only means of public traffic, and I was the only passenger. In my exclusiveness I elevated my nose in the hauteur of an Astorbilt. I was “monarch of all I surveyed,” especially if I shut one eye, and squint- ed the other. The driver made a funny noise in his throat, tightened the lines that lead to the heads of his s speci- mens of “equine-imity,” raised aloft his mighty imple- ment of destruction and—but the worst was yet to come. “Hay, there!” came ringing in stentorian tones. I didn’t know, but I guessed that they were stentorian tones. They weren’t branded, but—how I grieve to tell it!—they were brandied. My hauteur vanished whence it came, the driver desisted from his villainous intentions and we looked around to perceive a little man flounder- ing through the sticky mud, making a valiant struggle to reach us. “Hey, there!” he repeated. “Got room for me?” The ones grunted. The little man took it affirmatively and clambered, panting, to a seat in front of me, beside the driver, and we were off. As we rattled along I took occasion to study our ac- quisition. I could see nothing but the back of his head, bounded on tbe north by a faded, black slouch hat, and on the south by the heavy collar of an ancient overcoat; but it was significant in its brutish fullness. His breath was redolent of stale beer and cigar butts. All bespoke the daily life of the man—a barroom lounger of the coarsest clay. My eyes fell upon a long, black hair coiled up on his shoulder. My interest was aroused. What if 6 THE PORCUPINE this creature had a romance in his life? What if some Amazon of the hills had roped and branded him as her own? I was picturing in my mind the tender parting which had placed the hair in that position when a slight gust of wind blew in over the horses, and I, too, was pos- sessed of a beautiful long, black—horsehair. My ro- mance was shattered. At length our passenger turned his gaze upon the driv- er and remarked with an air of finality: ‘Been lots of rain.” “Ch-huh,” the latter grunted. Lots of rain! Well, I should vociferate! It had been raining continually for about two weeks, and the country had been flooded. For three miles we had been plowing through a sea of mud, and then to make a remark like that. But his next contribution to literature more near- ly approached the plus ultra of idiocy. He renewed his illuminating argument by saying: “The roads is pretty bum.” The driver felt called upon to corroborate the state- ment, so he flourished his “deadly weepon” to encourage the horses out of a hole in which we were in danger of getting stuck, and remarked sympathetically, “That’s right.” Thus encouraged our little man continued: “I got a telephone dispatch last night—my mother was awful sick. Been travelin’ ever sinct to ketch this rig. You know my mother, I guess, old Mrs. Johnson. She lives over there.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the metropolis. “Mrs. Johnson?” replied the driver blundering. “Why, Tread in the paper this morning she died last night.” “Dead? God bless her old soul! But I did want to see the old woman befort she died. I ain’t seen her for eight years. He fumbled around and produced a faded ban- dana with which he sopped his bleary eyes. I immediately sat up and began to take notice, for here was my opportunity to test one of my convictions. a — = THE PORCUPINE 7 I have always believed that people of his stamp are in- sincere in their emotions, or, at least, they are moved only by selfish reasons. Their grief has always seemed as ridiculous as the squeeling of a pig when his swill is taken from him. Shortly we drew up before a road house, decorated with alurring beer signs. Our driver clambered out, the hope of a true devotee of Bacchus brightening his coun- tenance. He had arrived within the radius of the influ- ence which was able to draw him from his shell. He cheerily invited: “Come on, gents, and have somethin’.” His side partner buried his bandana and responded with alacrity. I refused, and was penalized for my un- sociability by a long wait for their return. They at length reappeared upon the scene, arm in arm, laughing and talking. Truly, whisky is thicker than blood—especially road house whisky. Flushed and exhilarated, they blun- dered “on again’ and then were “off again,” the driver imparting some of his newly acquired energy to the horses with vigorous flashes of the whip. During the rest of the journey I had reason to sympa- thize with the good people who are endeavoring to sup- press road houses. The flood of oratory was let loose and I was driven helplessly to the ark of taciturnity, whence I sent out a dove of peace in the shape of a couple of good cigars in my endeavor to quell it; but my effort was of no avail, for it continued to rage. The range of sub- jects was something marvelous. After each had told the story of his life, with numerous digressions by the way, the questions of the day were discussed, revealing a complete disregard for authenticity in history, geo- graphy, or anything else. In a eulogy on Roosevelt our friend Johnson distinguished himself by this peroration: “There never was anybody like Roosevelt. He clum San Jawn Hill and chased the Spaniards clean to Porty Riky. He can lick Alexander the Great, even if “Aleck” did put it all over Napoleon at Waterloo, in ’63. He’s got a horse named Excalibur and a sword six feet long, what he calls 8 THE PORCUPINE the Rubicon. You bet, I’ll vote for him every time!” I collapsed and thought, with a shudder, of the miles we had yet to go. We came to several saloons and at each “it was the same old story, in the same old way.” The last few miles of the journey was a caution. My be- reaved fellow passenger forgot that there was such a thing as sorrow, and carolled with the spirit of a bird, although falling infinitely short of creating the same effect. A wild desire came into my head that he should be a bird and that it should be “open season” for his particular kind. As we reached the metropolis the shades of night were falling fast, “like a feather wafted downward in its flight from a chicken going to roost,” as it has been very poet- ically described. In the outskirts of the city Johnson ex- pressed his desire to vacate, impressing quite forcibly upon my mind that whoever said “parting gives such pain,” lied. He slid out over the side of the stage and stood unsteadily on his feet. “Shay, gents,” he addressed us, be sure and come to th’ ol woman’s fun’ral tomorrer. We’ll have a rippen time.” The horses nervously started up, and as we rat- tled over the cobbles the air was filled with a long-drawn “Whoop-la! ’Ray fer me!” whe del Bumbaugh: Miss Wirt, shall we learn that second verse twice? —_y—_ — Dudley (speaking of paramoccia): Oh, look at all their little legs wiggling! Aint they funny! ples a Mr. Harwood (Phys. I): Yes aver es pal a I don’t—guess. Mr. O.: But wasn’t he related to his parents in any way? — —$___—_—«}- THE PORCUPINE Bumpings For the Christmas Class of 1904 It is not well that a class should graduate from the High School without receiving some attention from the school paper. But the nature of the attention can only be of one kind. All seniors, with the exception of those of June, 05, are possessed of an inordinate conceit, and the greatest service we can do for them is to reduce their expansive propensities. So here goes: CARL SCHAUPP. The subject of this sketch, while still young, was born at a beautiful little village on the Rhine, in Germany. When the young Rhine-oceros became old enough to sing, for perfectly obvious reasons he emigrated with a number of other Germs to the land of the Standard Oil Company, and the home of the trusts. It was in this country that he developed those qualities of mind and heart that impaired the first and caused the total loss of the other. He was ever reaching upwards. ’Tis said that his neighbors’ chicken roosts were unsafe because of that fact. About ten years ago he effected an entrance into the Santa Rosa High School in spite of the janitor’s watchfulness and remained there until now, notwith- standing all efforts to dislodge him. A couple of years before his demise he went to the Far North to cool off, his former home having become too hot for him. Upon his return he engaged in Congress, dealing especially with the immigration question. Close self-examination had evidently shown him that immigration should be re- stricted. He also engaged in academic journalism with eminent success, causing the organ of which he was edi- tor to glory in its overflowing coffers and endless list of subscribers. But now, thank God, we are rid of him and hereafter the girls must go Schaupping in vain. THE PORCUPINE FLOY PEDIGO. It is extremely difficult to write of the infinite with only a poor finite understanding at one’s command. Ideas clumsily, laboriously formed hint so slightly and crudly of the hyper-etheriality of this radiant being who has so recently passed away to the alumni world. She had nothing in common with the material affairs of life. She was wafted into being on a rose-colored cloud; the bright rays of the sun were her food; the translucent drops of morning dew her drink. The High School was constructed especially to be a setting for this heavenly pearl, whom we gazed upon humbly, yet grateful for the privilege. From time to time she would deign to al- low the teachers to taint her spotless mind with earthly knowledge. All of the boys bowed down in silent wor- ship of her angelic countenance and several pined away with untold and unrequited affection. Upon her de- parture from our midst the pain was excruciating, for we felt that her place could never be filled, and that never again would we be brought into such close con- tact with a being from another world. In closing, I must apologize for using the thoughts ex- pressed above, for they were Miss IFloy’s own. ° CLAY BRIGGS. “Well, dencher know, this here feller was graduated, and nobody seen him when he done it. Sure, funny things happened in them times.” In studying the lives of great men, such as the one now under consideration, many inexplicable facts come to our attention. The most remarkable fact in Clay’s life is that he came to be what he was. Although born in humble circumstances, he had a long line of ancestry reaching back to the clay that entered into Adam’s make- up. His early environment was not of the best, beind deprived of many advantages common to all youths. Yet in High School he burst forth from his cocoon and THE PORCUPINE II became a being of scintillating radiance. No more wide- awake force was ever seen radiating upon the school grounds or in the class room. A Beau Brummel in man- ner, he fairly captivated the hearts of the most fastidi- ous fair ones. In his school work he made a record of which any one might be proud; judging from the “P’s” on his report cards, he was “perfect” in most of his studies. In his recitations he had at his command the knowledge of all the ages and brought it to bear upon the subjects under consideration in a masterful and com- pelling manner. But, alas! it is the nature of all great- ness to end. There were many beautiful floral pieces. MARION FITZGERALD. In the year of Annie Domino 1885, there came into the world a being who was destined to shine in the High School as a geometrician. When but a few weeks old she startled this mundane sphere by distinctly enunciat- ing “Goo-Goo,” and to this time her familiarity with these words have not diminished. Judging from a cer- tain propensity not very well concealed, a few observers decided that her milkman kept goats. But, laying all poor attempts at humor aside, this young lady was the possessor of all of the High School virtues. She always treated the teachers respectfully; that is, she didn’t make faces at them behind their backs, etc. In recitation, she never, never “bluffed” or used a Waterman’s Ideal, and her ’scutcheon was kept free from the blots of “cut’” re- citations. Her modesty in conversation and action was especially noticeable: she never stamped her feet or made the other noises in the study hall that bring the marks of time to the teachers’ faces. In the nature of things her field of action was limited while in the school, but now she has passed to a new world which, no doubt, she will attempt to Youkerize. CARL RATHBONE. It would never have been our sad duty to record the 12 THE PORCUPINE life of this young man if the fool-killer had not been neg- ligent in the performance of his duties. He was born only a few years ago, to judge age by actions, on the 31st of November. His history must necessarily be short, for we can only speak of his childhood days—he never ex- perienced any other. How he ever got into High School would be a mystery, only we know that “fools rush in, etc.” He was an enthusiastic believer in athletics, but especially athletics as exemplified by Carl Rathbone. In fact, he was a great believer in that young man’s prowess on all eceasions. But his true sphere of action was among the fair, fat and foolish feminines. His raven locks and ravenous eyes, with his mustacheos-to-be, en- thralled many. What looks could not accomplish he car- ried out by the judicious investment of athletic tickets and emblems—he was manager, consequently those things “came easy.” However, he did not come out un- scathed from the wars of Venus. Up to the day of his demise an elastic bandage held in place an over-pulled limb, and an adhesive plaster restrained a _ breaking heart. But with all of his infantile propensities, his de- votion to the school was remarkable. It was almost im- possible to get him more than a block and a half away from the building for any length of time. But, alas, he’s “queening” with the angels now. HUBERT LUCE. LAVINIA RHODES. ETHEL SULLIVAN. ADELA DICKSON. MAYBELLE BREEN. As the editor absolutely refuses to give up any more space to such bosh, the remainder of the class must be treated collectively. It is hoped that none of them will feel slighted. It will no doubt cast a fiery mantle over —— — THE PORCUPINE 13 Huberts cheeks to find himself among so many girls—a mantle of anger, though, for five is very decidedly a crowd. Figuratively speaking, we are “up against oer If we say anything good about these people we shall be accused of hyperbole. If we say anything bad about them, they will return from the world to which they have passed, and, if they can discover our identity, make life a howling wilderness for us. We have no desire to spend our nights fleeing from the “wrath to come” in the shape of a mighty right arm, a bair of piercing black basket-ball eyes, and the “girl behind,” to say nothing of a tangling mass of Circassian hair. But be it as it may, we say to the whole class, “we are glad to be rid of you,” and in the words of the Latin poet, “We don’t care if you never come back.” ————_y—_—— The Tree Squirrel On the woody hillsides of the Coast Range live many wee, gray, furry animals. All day long they bark and chatter among the pine tops, wholly ignoring their fellow creatures of the earth below. If, perchance, you should hurriedly come upon them while they are laboring with their pile of nuts a shrill call would immediately be uttered and forward the whole troop would rush in a harum- scarum scramble, each trying to reach the top of a dark, shady pine or oak, where it will remain concealed until man, the innocent in- truder, slowly strides away. MECHANICS’ TOOLS F ne Cutlery, Sporting Goods, Garden Hose, Lawn Mower, Windmills, Pumps, Hardware Pipe, Plumbing and Tinning Art Crockery and Glassware 420-22-24 Fourth Street Santa Rosa Haven CO. ices 14 THE PORCUPINE These harmless little tree squirrels jump from branch to branch and sometimes, when greatly frightened, can traverse yards of treetop without even coming to the ground. Among the branches of the pine and oak, about the middle belt of timber, are many large, dark spots which appear to be, upon examination, nests. They are inter- woven with pine needles, tough water grasses and, here and there, oak sticks jut out, which afford a stronger frame work, for the lightsome bird does not rest its tired wings here. This is the summer home of the tree squirrel. The rich brown acorns, the lighter brown hazel nuts and the delicate tinted manzanita berries soon disappear from the trees and bushes, for the squirrels have heralded abroad that their stores are ripe. Sunrise sees them shaking their bushy tails as they hop to and fro carrying between their front feet a precious hazel nut. They work tirelessly through the long autumn days, gathering their winter stores. Man ought to learn a lesson from these tiny quadrupeds and gather his supply while summer lasts, so when winter comes his storeroom, too, will have its acorns and its hazelnuts. Business, combined with much impudence and frolic, seems to be the tree squirrel’s principal characteristic. These dauntless creatures delight in hurling empty nut shells upon a passer-by, as in their chatter they seem to sey, “Go on! Go on! We have our work to do. Why haven’t you yours?” So trustful are they, that if ever a a shot is fired, killing one of their number, that spot in the woods they will forever desert. Shame be upon the one who ever lays low one of these happy little creatures that make the woods resound with their mirth and hap- piness. A. D. 04. sate gy Frank G. (Eng. IV): I think Goldsmith took parts of “The Deserted Village” from Longfellow’s “Village Blacksmith.” THE PORCUPINE 15 Ainswer to Alone The poem “Alone” suggests the cry of a lonely soul— a dweller on the heights-—for love and companionship on its own plane, and my fancy leads me to answer it as such in part. Oh, human poplar! with heart of gold, Thou rare, rich nature, misunderstood, Give to the world of thy finer mood, And it will no longer call thee cold. Wing thy love-thought, give voice to thy soul, Repression bears never a perfect flower. Send forth thy sympathies every hour, And the forces of fate may be thing to control. The willow droops earthward, and broods un- defiled, [ts breast is the rest of the nestling birds; Its shadow the shelter of homeless herds, And its heart hath its rest—as the sleep of a child. The passion vine with its heart on fire, Hath spirit as strong and true as your own. Tho’ it never could grow so high alone, It could climb to the height of your heart’s resire. Bend to it lovingly, it will respond. Fasten each tendril that reaches toward thee. I'ree as a bird, it will scorn to be free, Clasping thee ever and ever more fond. Rounding thy life while it bids thee aspire, Till one at last are the vine and the tree. Its starry white blossoms bloom ever for thee, As you mount the blue heavens still higher and higher, And thou shalt be never alone. Js ey ee Ss L8G. 16 THE PORCUPINE ‘Che Porcupine” Issued every school month in the interests of the Santa Rosa High School. SUBSCRIPTION OMe E Viens. (hs cat, cede shoe CP aster Renee ater «laters ae eie annie ein ocmalats IA urapcia le 50 cents DS Un FN TRE ari cya ee: Weare bin i-emearane Seeew fade OMe ects hee ELLs OLNPle ;COPIES Nile. sel Lamers samt tend civrasele tine pete 3 eis eents (0G Subscriptions must be paid in ADVANCE. EDITORIAL STA FF EDELOR SOc soe eer Cee en ee ba eis roley ef akei st Ste aaa MILTON DODGE BUSINESS PMANSEER IS criss ds saves ie. neta Sr ec ctr CARL SCHAUPP sine ait (LULU MANN EY SBOCEATUES yates) eitersste cin atarersteteette aicis wbaals: deaeeemeste marae } ETHEL COY EXCHANGES sais iicicies hate lives - fap. TEES ee © ROWENA SYMMONDS PQDIS TSE TT CS Ney.) Seat Ie are tmie tater ccs 4 asevel «(eee CARL RATHBONE {EDWIN BUZRELL, ’06 EiOCALS VA ND UPURSON AES ta teen ateerits ss Cisse aes +ELSA HADRICH, ’07 ‘EDNA BURGER, ’08 ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER .......... ELLSWORTH MITCHELL SUE AGEK VARIG INGe a ee Suara ala tare e Gealetoeiats, sai aial ele ato pene te sete ESTHER REID Entered in the Postoffice at Santa Rosa, Cal., as second class mail matter. All personals, stories, literary articles and items of interest to this paper should be sent to The Porcupine, Santa Rosa, Cal. All honor is due to the members of the graduating class of Christmas, 04. Perhaps they do not realize it, but they belong to a larger class with which rests the ad- vancement of all civilizing influences. In proportion to the amount of the world’s knowledge that they hold, they will be a power for progress in any community. With them rests the solution of all problems of what- ever color, and so far as they have assimilated and con- tinue to assimilate the highest and best, just so far will their generation advance. Education is the key to the solution of all problems and its partakers should be hon- ored proportionately. sut should not they who devote their lives to the lay- ing of such a valuable foundation be honored ever more? The editorial staff see with fear and trembling the ap- preach of a new term. The term itself is not awe-inspir- ing, but by that time a vacancy will have been created in THE PORCUPINE 17 our staff that will be filled with difficulty. Tor several months Carl Schaupp has been the guiding spirit of The Porcupine, and under his efticient management the pa- per has reached the highest point in its development. Upon his graduation we shall be left drifting rudderless upon the waves of school sentiment. But as he has created a strong sentiment in favor of the paper that will carry it upon its right course, our chief fear is that we may not be able to justify the appreciation of the school. More- over, The Porcupine will not be the only loser. Every branch of High School activity will lose its most ardent supporter and hereafter the school as a whole will lack an example of stalwart young manhood. Occasionally it is a good thing to stop and sum up to see just where we stand. The last month of.the year seems especially to this purpose, for if we realize where we are, and what we need, we can more easily plan our course at the beginning of the year. It is a curious weak- ness, though, to put off the turning of the “new leaves” until the first of January—just as if that day pos- sessed more virtue than any other! But how many of us can look with anything like satisfaction on the record of the past twelve months? A legion of errors, both of commission and omission, stare out at us from every page. It does no good to “cry over spilled milk,” but by taking heed to the accidents of the past we will be less liable to get into difficulies in the future—that is, the same kind of difficulties. FL. SS. IDA VES Preecription Drouggist Phone Main 3 The Place o Buy Drugs Drugs and Prescriptions Delivered to, You Without Extra Charge 18 THE PORCUPINE There are many differences of opinion regarding the value of football; but this much is certain—its moral value depends upon the spirit in which the game is play- ed. In a recent game some of the members of our team showed a tendency toward disregarding the true football spirit. This should not be. The game immediately be- comes no better than a common street fist-fight, produc- ing ever worse moral results. If an oposing player plays “dirty,’ a man has no reason, for there is no reason, to retaliate. When a player becomes angry, he should be taken from the field, for he is no longer an intelligent, alert being, but an insane brute, glorying in the gratifi- ‘ation of his aroused passions. ‘There is no sight more fraught with disgust to the spectators, and nothing will more quickiy consign the game to “inocuous desuetude.” Remember, fellows, that even if you run up a score of 50 to 0, you lose what you are really playing for by vio- lating the proper spirit of the game, In this issue we print a poem in answer to the poem, “Alone,” of last month’s issue. Its authorship is unfor- tunately concealed from us, as it was received bearing a signature unknown to the author of “Alone,” who trusts that no unwritten laws are being broke n by allowing it to be published. TT Joe (Physics III): Does light travel faster in water than in air- Mr. Harwood: Well, I don’t know. Joe: Well, why is it that you see stars so quick when you hit the bottom of a swimming hole? Cc. M. BRUNER Art Goods 434 Fourth Street : THE PORCUPINE 19 Congress The House re-opened December 5th, at 1:30 p. m. The bill proposing aid to Japan was discussed at length. Those speaking for th e bill were Carl Schaupp, Giles Briges, Mr. Gale and Alfred Hansen. Those speaking against were Harold McMeans, Howard Gilkie and Ed- win Abeel. Many arguments were brought out reflect- ing much credit upon the participators in the debate. On December 15th the final session of the term was held. The discussion of the Japanese question was re- sumed and finally put to the question. The bill was re- jected. A new bill providing for the popular election of United States Senators was read for the first time. A pill providing for the prohibition of the sale of patent medicines containing harmful ingredients was read for the third time, and will come up for discussion at the next session of Congress. The sessions of this term have been productive of excellent results. Great interest is being aroused, especially among the younger members of the school. ——_Q—_--—- Patronize Our Advertisers When you make purchases of any kind, keep in mind our advertisers. Give them your trade in preference to those who do not advertise in our pages. ‘They richly deserve it. The Porcupine is dependent for its existence upon the large-minded business men, who realize the importance of gaining the good will of the members of this school. They do their part, and you will do yours if you have the welfare of this paper and of this school at heart. HB (Ale.) X-—Rate of current down stream. 5 Y—Rate of current up stream. THE PORCUPINE Athletics Thanksgiving day, November 24th, we played a game with the California School for the Deaf and Dumb and were defeated. Up to the last four minutes of play we seemed to have the better of the argument, but at last the mutes broke down our magnificent defense and rap- idly ran up a score of 11 to 0. They play fast, clean ball, and while we like to win, we enjoy playing football with gentlemen. The best feeling existed between the two teams and after the game they asked for a game next year. It is probable that the Thanksgiving day game will become an annual contest with the California School for Deaf and Dumb. Time of halves, 20-25. Riley, Mackenzie and: MceCon- nell were officials. We played Healdsburg for the second time this vear Saturday, December 3d. Their team showed wonderful development, while ours, weakened by the loss of three of its best men, played slow, listless football. The first half Healdsburg made steady gains, but failed to score. In the second half we braced up and advanced the ball from our fifteen yard line to Healdsburg’s ten yard line. Hitchcock, Smith, Macquiddy and Youker played “swell” ball. Weir also played a good game. He was badly injured. Officials, Brown, Kinley, Mackenzie and Sanborn. Time, 15-51. Saturday, December 10th, we chartered two. electric cars and went to Petaluma. We won 15-0. There was 999999999999399599999323229999999999990099909929 Fine Candy 3 JACOBS $506 Fourth Street Ice Cream Soda @Santa Rosa, Cal. a 939393332335333522333332 99933929393222329299329 THE PORCUPINE 21 much improvement over the previous Sa turday. We scored in two minutes by quick end runs and _ bucks, which were like a trip hammer. We scored again in that half and then once in the second half. Petaluma out- weighed us about fifteen pounds to the man, but the fel- lows didn’t care. Macquiddy brought the rooters to their feet many times by daring hurdles. Smith was a wonder at end runs. When Youker hit the line something had to give— and it did for five yards each time. Ahl distinguished himself recovering fumbles. Hitchcock played his usual gritty game. Gardner was like a stone wall. Giles and Clay Briggs were in every play. Dignan, though a new man at tackle, showed up well. Veteran Gary played the other tackle. Nuf ced. Reeves and “Preeny” at ends, oh, my! Ieeves is O. Ix. and Preeny has three beautiful end runs to his credit. Friday, December 16th, I'red McConnell was elected manager to succeed Carl Rathbone, resigned. Rathbone goes to Berkeley High after Christmas. Kenneth Mac- kenzie was elected treasurer and Robert Mitchell his as- sistant. Both are good reliable fellows. McConnell has acted in the capacity of treasurer for the last four months and has been invaluable in aiding the manager A better choice could not have been made. a eh ea Mr. O.: Green, you must not be sparking in history. you’ve done enough this hour; you may go to the study hall. Sweaters, Jerseys | W: ®- Abernethy J. Esche'sen Neckwear, Shirts | The Standard Fancy Hose Abernethy Eschelsen, Props. and everything St. Rose Hotel Building for a good dresser | Everything in Haberdashery Santa Rosa THE PORCUPINE Exchanges The exchange editors unfamiliar with Santa Rosa con- ditions will very probably not see the connection be- tween the rose on our cover and Christmas. The sight of our laden rose bushes, however, would clear up many doubts on the question. The Girls’ High Journal for November is quite an achievement. Those poetical versions of little Jack Hor- ner are unique and witty. The contents of the number throughout are well written and show, besides real liter- ary talent, a knowledge of correct literary style. The Review, from Sacramento, would admit of some improvement in several respects. Its scarcity of mater- ial of literary value is quite lamentable, all but the first three pages being devoted to departments, which, by the Way, are almost wholly given up to local matters. The little figure on the cover is rather pretty, but, since her face is unmistakably that of a Japanese, is also rather unappropriate. The Lowell for November comes to us clad in very at- tractive covers. The cover design is handsome, and, un- like so many high school artistic attempts, is well exe- cuted. This may also be said of the various cuts through- out the magazine. The idea of having a criticism depart- ment is good, and, though the critics are often very se- vere, it is certainly of much value in helping contribu- tors. We might suggest, as an improvement, more orig- inality in the joke department. There is little to commend in the stories of the Novem- ber Item. In our estimation, this issue is somewhat be- low its usual standard. NC H.C, Moody in SHOES : -THE PORCUPINE A Boston Proposal j Saccharine conglomeration of protoplasm: Adorable combination of matter and force! Rarest product of infinite ages of evolution! As the heliocentric system was evolved from prinordial chaos by the workings of inexorable jaws, so is that ramification of matter which men call my soul lifted from profound despair to the lu- minence issuing from thy visual organs. Deign, oh ad- mirable creature, to respect the attraction that draws me toward thee with a power inversely proportional to the square of the distance, and grant that we may be made two suns describing concentric orbits that touch each other at all points of their peripheries.—Ex. —————_o—-— Miss Whitehead: Mr. Trembley, how do you think you would get along in a front seat? Mir Eso OOF. Miss W.: I disagree with you. ol ALERT a | HOOPER FARMER Drugs PHYSICIANS’ PRESCRIPTIONS A SPECIALTY Phone Red 43 Successors to J. N. Hooper 611 Fourth St. omc, Satta Rosa Business College Students Enter at Ainy Time 2 SEND FOR CIRCULARS CWint ai’s For PURE DRUGS Cor, 4th and MendocinStso. 3 a ; m pecwet , “2 THE PORCUPINE Words of the Wise “What did I assign for today’s work?” “Any other idea?” “Oh, yes, that’s alright—certainly.” “Will you continue Mr. --———?” “Now, you get right out of here.” “Can’t you conceive?” “Isn’t it not?” “Let all talking stop.” “Turn around, Howard.” “Ellsworth! Ellsworth!” “Well, let’s go on.” “Tt doesn’t. Doesn’t it?” “I wish to see in the office all those who receive more than two P’s.” “T wish I had a stepladder.” “T wish to see - after dismissal.” “Boys may pass.” 2 RN SR EE Performance every night Novelty Wednesday and Saturday Matinee Theatre anoint see and 20c Phone Black 313 Residence Main 52 Ww. D. REYNOLDS Real Estate, Insurance and Notary Public 528 Third St., near Exchange avenue Santa Rosa, Cal. Court House Restaurant and Oyster Parlors The Leading Restaurant of Sonoma County BE. P. APOSTOLIDES, Proprietor Mendocino Street, opposite Court House Santa Rosa, Cal. KOPF DONOVAN Wholesale and retail eees ClrocersS..«--e Paints send Oils Santa Rosa, Cal. UPTON HARDIN Ory Goods and 605 Fourth Street Fancy Goods DO YOUR EYES BOTHER? Good vision is essential to successful school work If studying causes eyeache, blurring of print, or headache, our experience and equip- ment of optical instruments enables us to give comtort with suitable glasses. Examination Free LAWSON OPTICAL CO. Phone Black 79 Wholesale and Retail HART SCOTT GROCERS {00-106 Fourth Street, Santa Rosa, Cal. aceln: F iF | F N T AL H OTE The Most Central Location in the City Headquarters for Commercial Travellers QUINN BANE, Proprietors W. B. Griggs, Chief Clerk Strictly first class in every respect Corner Fourth and B Streets, Santa Rosa, Cal. rd DOHN’S EXPRESS CO. GEO. A. DOHN, Proprietor (Class of 1900) Baggage called for and checked to all trains Will move, ship and store Baggage and Freig ht at Low Rates Phone Black 481 128 Fourth Street ‘Palace of Sweets”’ C. T. SHERMAN, Prop. 619 Fourth Street CANDY AND ICE CREAM Text Books and School Supplies C. A. Wright Co. Leading Booksellers and Stationers 527 Fourth Street - Santa Rosa, C 1. John Ross, Photographer Studio, 515a Fourth Street THE WHITE HOUSE THE LARGEST RETAILERS NORTH OF SAN FRANCISCO DRY GOODS, LADIES’ SUITS; CLOTHING,. ETC. 501-503 Fourth Street, 301 313 B Street Santa Rosa, Cal. BICYCLES � « AUTOMOBILES Min SUNDRIES Shbey SKILLFUL REPAIRING IN ALL BRANCHES. Geo. C. Schelling, 405-407 4th st. VV. A. WERNECKE Proprietor of The |;eading Meat Market Telephone Main 50 308 Mendocino Street Santa Rosa, Cal LIL OO LIE A OLA CE LET D LLL LL TOA EIDE AREA A a J. ©. PEDERSEN Furniture, Carpets, Mattings, Linoleums, Etc. 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