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

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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

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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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THE PORCUPINE ‘ the freight office and warehouses lounge negroes in lazy comfort, picturesque and unwashed, and enviable in their oblivion of the passage of time and its opportuni- ties. Beyond, the bumpy cobblestone levee siopes steep- ly down some fifty yards to the water's edge, where are moored the great steamboats, huge paddle-wheelers. Small wonder that the worn-out ‘traveler is delighted to find this part of the world at least fifty years behind the average of American progress. Quite natural that he should be impelled to embark upon Mark Twain’s own river—and does. “Shell most likely get away at 5:30 or thereabouts,” said the genial ticket agent, when asked about his time schedule. It was already after 5 o'clock. yet boxes and barrels were piled high on the deck, while from time to time a mule and dump-cart would come sliding and c¢lat- tering down the cobblestone levee and add its load to the pile on the landing. The sun dropped suddenly behind that ghostly rim of buildings that stood so stark at the top of the tevee. At once a great clamor arose in the city beyond and came hurtling over the barrier. One might have thought the fiery ball had dropped squarely in the midst of the city, and that one heard the shrieks of its seared and mangled citizens. But it was the factory whistles marking 6 o'clock. And still the mule carts came rumbling down with their loads and the negro roustabouts slouched back and forth in pairs from the heap of merchandise to the boat, carrying crates and boxes, like ants. slipping and reeling under their un- wieldly burdens. Tor all the loading and unloading is done by negro-power. Of course, it is a slow process, for’ only a small foree can use a gang plank at once. But no- body worries. The seraphie calm of officers and crew is contagious. If the boat does not start at 5:30, why, “thereabouts” suits everyb ody quite as well. The shadows deepen till the varigit-d raiment of the rousté morons is Silhouetted as darkly as their faces against the grayish stones of the levee. “W ell, Pll swan,” tw ang-