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

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Past the Edge. The Death of Mrs. Stanford...... Rasta ortes, Cree ngs aviea te A Week in Sunny Ireland Dionysius A Sonnet to the Frog—Biology II NOGUT Soret RES Cen See eee eR Nocona ster Pete lak Saree ote | A Winter in the White Mountains Our Work-a-day World Exchanges E, R. SAWYER Watchmaker and Manufacturing Jeweler 629 Fourth Street Santa Rosa, Cal. THIRD STREET CYGLERY Reading Standard Bicycles CHURCH SUPPE RS | F.W.HESSE, Jr. 509 Third Street §0 ald { CIETY DINNERS IMPORTED JAPANESE NAPKINS | “WITH PURCHASES OF if | you buy FOR SALE BY Clothing Cc. J. SEIBEL and Men’s Furnishing Goods Grocer from us you’ll get the latest and Phone Main 31 Athenaeum B'dg, the best. Clover Farm Creamery Butter, White Star Syrup, Web Foot Soap. Agents Prussian Poul- KEEGAN BROS. Sises'tna Grovine cine on, ne Ore

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; TH E PORCUPINE | | FOR MAI MARCH, 1905] FACULTY NUMBER i SANTA ROSA, CAL., HIGH SCHOOL {f{

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1905 NO. 7 VOL. XI. Past the Edge No one would suspect that the great city of St. Louis, with its hundreds of factories belching soft coal smoke over its 600,000 seething inhabitants, is on the edge of things, that it stands as a bulwark to the undeveloped South, and has stemmed the tide of industrial enere’v that has crowded down from the North, sweeping away forests, scarring the earth with steel rails, and strewing volcanic factories in its course. In itself it seems a typi- cal city of the West—or the great Middle West—a busy commercial city like the rest. But its front door is to- ward the north, whence came its energy, and where still is its great interest. The forty tracks that center in the immense Union depot, ring constantly with the heavy traffic out and in. But it is chiefly a traffic between the north and east and west. It is striking how little of it filters through to the South that lies disregarded, almost forgotten at its back door. But once one has wearily battled his way past the miles of gorgeous alluring shop windows, through the clang of street car gongs, the shriek of whistles, the hum of ma- chinery, the rattle of trucks, the jostling of frantically busy pedestrians, to the Mississippi levee, he has sud- .denly come to the end of the turmoil and nerve-racking confusion. It is as the descent of peace on a warring na- tion, the bursting of the sun through the exhausted storm clouds, All about is a startling silence and repose. It is the beginning of the southland. The walls of the buildings that face the water front seem like stage scen- ery to shut out the noise of the city beyond. Under the awnings, in the little cigar stands, in the doorways, in