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

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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.”

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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

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I2 THE PORCUPINE “@he Porcupine” Issued every school month in the interests of the Sinta Rosa High School. SUBSCRIPTION CM MEARS So cec le vsicsels cra eal es Cane moleiee bres s.a sie @ ein mieimias Olsra ote ee 50 cents ELqlie MERE irc, cc koacsle ratetese ol rae claig Dea mrerelsiets mia ee Minerwitael ase sn) 915 25 cents Single Copies... 2.0.0 -eseeeee eeneeeerreness a ere np ents (0@F Subscriptions must be paid in ADVANCE. FOUR ete tis c s1s scars ate ons “hig ap cedane retunaves Oattuamaneiee MILTON DOD GE BUSINESS MANAGER... ....ccceeccesceesere teeeeeers CARL SCHAUPP (LULU MANN INSGSOCTAES So seas co ose cncaseninielnes as eiatmeas s a eis= See) ) ETHEL COY FOWCITANGES cae sicrecccucwabesicees) evqitibiew) wasise ROWENA SYMMONDS TREE AOTICS, 5 nines acc ecg ane sph eendve eile eae winmeams CARL RATHBONE Soe BUZRELL, ’06 LOCALS AND PERSONALS....-.eeseeecescerees ELSA HADRICH, ’07 ‘'EDNA BURGER, ’08 ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER ........-- ELLSWORTH MITCHELL NMEA AR ETSTR, ou sical was esinitin he’s aii scleieeeineivernon .ESTHER REID Entered in the Postoffice at Santa Rosa, Cal.,as second class matl matter. All personals, stories, literary articles and items of interest to this paper should be sent to The Porcupine, Sania Rosa, Cal. At this season of the year we hear much about thank- fulness. 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-