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

Text from Pages 1 - 166 of the 1910 volume:

COMMENGEMENT NUMBER JUNE, 1910 DEDICATION To Prof. Chas. L. Searcy, in Grateful Remembrance of his Interest in us, we, the Class of June, °10, dedicate this cg . The Echo” FACULTY Charles L. Searcy, Principal—Mathe- matics and Drawing. W. A. Vivian—History and Economics. Frances L. O’Meara—English. Charlotte Wirt—English and German. Jessie W. Mailer—-Biology and Mathe- matics. Earle Wvlie....History. Mary F. Leddy—Latin. Theodore A. Cutting—English and Draw- ing. Ellen A. Smith—Physic s and Mathe- | matics. Laura McDermott—Chemistry, Physio- logy and Physical Geography. Alice Bumbaugh—Music. CONTENTS The Faculty The Graduates Class Officers Class of June, ’10 To June, 1910 North Devon, England The Class of June, ’10—Just As It Is Will of the Class of June, ’10 The Prophecy In Farewell The Spy My First Balloon Flight Editorial Governing Board Boys’ Athletics Girls’ Athletics Jokes Ads—Read Them List of Graduates With IHonors Minnie Cooper Edna Ruth Crane Ruth Eunice Elmore Marie Christine Farnlof Hazel Dean Graham Grace Winifred Hinds Anna Maude Hinds Lulu Helman Alma Anita Haub Nellie Lonergan Joseph A. Lombardi Perry Ross Litton Constance Marie Mader Beulah Glenn Miller Marian Pierson Elsie Rickard Kathryn Van Vliet Smyth Jack Sibbald, Jr. Mary Sheppard Percy S. Williams George W. Weeks Howard Francis Brush J. Kenneth Bryant Gertrude Margaret Cnopius Don Geary, Jr. Clyde Vernon Hudson Robert Lockhart, Jr. Haltie Lewis Alice Mary Letold Wilfred Wines Luce Beulah Lockwood | Frank McArthur Victor G. McDaniel Raloh W. Potter Florence Pool Ethel Purrington John Rued Jean Bruce Pitblado Ross Eleanor Smith Scott E. Webb THE ECHO. CLASS OFFICERS RALPH W. POTTER President LULU HELMAN Vice-President CLYDE VERNON HUDSON Secretary and Treasurer THE ECHO. The Class of June ’10 Sere eet EOD BEULAH GLENN MILLER HAZEL DEAN GRAHAM HOWARD FRANCIS BRUSH ELEANOR PORCHER SMITH HALTIE LEWIS THE ECHO. WILFRED WINES LUCE ELSIE RICKARD THE ECHO. GEORGE W. WEEKS GERTRUDE MARGARET CNOPIUS KATHRYN VAN VLIET SMYTH ETHEL PURRINGTON ALMA ANITA HAUB NELLIE LONERGAN THE ECHO. DON GEARY, JR. MARIE CHRISTINE FARNLOF THE ECHO. | ROBERT LOCKH: . MARIAN PIERSON SS. ae FLORENCE POOL CONSTANCE MARIE MADER THE ECHO. VICTOR G. McDANIEL MARY SHEPPARD MINNIE COOPER JOSEPH A. LOMBARDI —— PERCY S. WILLIAMS FRANK McARTHUR THE ECHO. JEAN BRUCE PITBLADO ROSS ALICE MARY LETOLD THE ECHO. ‘ | ) JACK SIBBALD, JR. J. KENNETH BRYANT RUTH EUNICE ELMORE JOHN RUED THE ECHO. EDNA RUTH CRANE SCOTT E. WEBB THE BGHO VoL, I SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA, JUNE, 1910 No. 9 CLASS OF JUNE, 1910 This graduation, vour first public ap- pearance, is being watched with exceeding interest because you re present the type of men and women for which there is public peed, and because you are likely to be among the leaders of the next generation. You have shown by the seriousness with which you have performed your daily work that the training which you have received is one of great value. Your High School course has given you power to do things, and power to enjoy things. The courses in physics, chemistry, and mathematics have enabled you to know tne laws of natural forces, and therefore vecome able to control those forces and make them serve definite ends. In history and economics you have gained at least a certain power of prevision which will keep you from spending your efforts in useless and harmful directions. While in the courses in literature, music, and art you have opened up before you honorable and yermanent sources of happiness. Power to do things and power to enjoy things are then the rewards which you have obtained from your High School course. s you go from this school look for the yest that is around you and the best will rise up always to reward you. Let your faith in the triumph of right be as firm and as resolute as the courage and steadfastness of the Ancient Mariner, who, while battling with the angry seas, cried out from the stern of his vessel, “O God, Thou canst save me if Thou wilt, and if Thou wilt Thou canst destroy me: but whether or no, I will hold my rudder fast.” Charles IL, Searcy. THE ECHO. TO THE CLASS OF JUNE, ’10 3y Miss O'Meara My Girls and Mv Boys :— Tomorrow has come! You all are gone! And | sit in the old schoolroom, looking at the rows of vacant chairs. Happy children! You are free! You went laugh- ing out the south door, whistling out the north door. What will you do with your freedom? I wonder. And there are others that wonder. You gone, | still sit looking at the empty chairs. JT wonder what I have taught you. Books? Perhaps. To read, to write, to speak gcod English? I have tried to teach vou these things. But neither you nor I know what [ have taught you, what you have learned. Only as you live, shall vou and I be able to tell that. There is only one thing in all this world that is worth learning. Some of you, perhaps, will re- member that John Grey, the schoolmaster, long ago on that day he bade a last good- bye to his little school in far-away Ken- tucky, told those he had taught and loved what that one thing is. “This is the last and the best thing I have to say to you. It sounds very plain and common, but I have nothing better to tell you because there is nothing better to tel! Thot is ” Be Good what I have tried to teach you. You have talked much, you have written much in my ciass-room, but that training will be of volue to you only so far as it will cause you to have the courage to cham- pion all that is right and to attack all that is wrong, wherever and whenever you may eee either. You have read much in my class-room but that reading has been of value only so far as it wil! cause vou to read what is worth reading, hereafter. But mere reading of what is good is of no value if nothing more than absorption results. Reading should suggest thoughts—thoughts should produce acts. It is action that counts in life. “By their deeds, ye shall know them.” There is nothing more useless to this world than the individual that is inactive through lack of effort. There is nothing more valuable io this world than the active man of the right sort. And remember that this world is, after all, a good world and a happy world. We hear much in these days of “the wickedness of this sintul world.” But do not think about the wicked things-—keep your thoughts on the good things, for those are the things to keep in mind; then there will de no room for the others. Do all you can io lift things upward, then there will be ro need to trample anything underfoot. Keep looking up toward the sun and the stars. [It is the bright sunlight that keeps the world alive and beautiful and happy. It is such a good thing to be happy, to carry a lieht heart and help the world to smile— even through its tears. To be happy; that means to be honest, to be kind, to be brave; that means getting and giving all that lite has worth getting and giving. We get out of life just what we put into it. 2) Have I taught you these things? Have [I helped you to put in the best that you may get out the best? Have I taught you hat you should get out the best not just for you—for yourself, but for others? When you went out the school-room doors into the wide world standing with open arms to greet you, the old school still stood vehind you. It will always stand behind you. You have passed beyond its portals— vou are graduates. But vou are still mem- vers of it as alumni. Do not forget that. Do not forget that it is the alunmni that h inust maintain the standard of a school. Be oval alumni. And year by year, as the alumni gather to add new classes to old ones, come to meet the old ones and to ereet the new ones. Be active in fostering a lovalty to such an association and strive to create for it a value such that those who come to tread the steps that you have trod, THE ECHO. to sit in seats where once you sat, will be animated by a spirit of emulation to attain to that which you shal! have helped to make “a meed of honor.” What a sermon! But you have grown to expect sermons from me, haven’t you? it would not seem natural if I did not preach to you, weuld it? But now has come whai I have, after all these years, to add— My Benediction When in the years that are to come, You scan these pages, on by one, And think of ail that’s written here, Or you and all your class-mates dear ; Then count the changes time has wrought The many lessons life has taught; i trust whatever you recall In which you've been concerned at all Vill make you feel that you have been A credit to June, 1G10. Ill watch vour lives from year to year, Your lives to me will still be dear; Remember what you owe your school, You'll find it in the Golden Rule; Good-bye! God biess you, every one! Long life! Success! And now, I’ve done. NORTH DEVON, ENGLAND I had enjoyed a most beau- tiful summer in England, in fact it was the loveliest season they had had for some time. All the sights Cr) of London we had seen— Westminster Abbey, St. Paul’s Cathedral, the great Museum, London Tower, and the many other places of interest; and in the middle of September we started on a trip through North Devon. We took a typical English train from Waterloo, a station, which, when it is com- pleted, will be the greatest in the world, covering eight acres of ground. It is said that one train leaves Waterloo every three minutes, and certainly there is a very tan- gled looking net-work of lines, stretching in all directions from this great building. There are very few corridor trains in Eng- land, such as we have in America, the usual type being a low train, each car of which is divided into six separate compartments, of three different grades—first, second and third class—opening on the side, and con- taining two long seats, opposite each other. We were fortunate to have a compartment to ourselves most of the way from Waterloo to Barnstaple. The first principal place through which we passed was Salisbury. From our car window we could see a glimpse of Salisbury Cathedral with its spire, which is the high- est in England. Passing out of the town, we went through undulating country, where great sweeping fields, herds of sheep with their shephe rds, and clusters of thatch-roofed cottages could be seen. The next important town was ixeter, the capital of Somersetshire. In the middle of the afternoon we arrived at Barnstaple, and after waiting there for about half an hour we took a very small, narrow- gauge train, which took us through a moun- tainous region and deposited us finally in Lynton, where we took an ancient “bus to the “Valley of Rocks’ Hotel,” which is sit- uated on the cliffs overlooking the Bristol channel. We were told that if we took the chff walk we would probably be able to see a beautiful sunset, and we were no tdisap- pointed. Taking a path. which wound along the cliffs many feet above the water, we stopped at a convenient rustic seat and en- joyed the beauty of the scenery around us. Just in back of us rose the cliffs, covered with the bright pink heather blossoms. To our left rose “Castle Rock,’ much resem- bling its name, as it stood out against the sunset sky. Below us we could see the picturesque village of Lynmouth, with its pretty harbor and quaint old houses. Then, stretching out in front, the blue waters of the Bristol channel, and the sun-setting at THE ECHO. the horizon, sending out its last many-col- ered rays, and tinting the fleecy clouds above, before it sunk below the waters. The following morning we decided to go to “ Watersmeet,” two and a half miles from Lynmouth. We reached Lynmouth by a steep, winding path down the hill-side. Lyn is derived from the Saxon word “hlynna,” or turrent, hence Lynton is the town of, and Lynmouth the mouth of the Lyn, or torrent. Lynmouth was originally a small village, the inhabitants depending for their liveli- hood on the sale of cured herrings. The earliest establishment of a herring fishery there appears to have arisen from the in ducement offered by the abundance of the herrings, to some Dutch fisherman, about the middle of the sixteenth century. After exploring this old village, we pr¢ ceeded 1p the river Lyn, following its banks through luxuriant woods, and passing many pretty cottages, nestling among the trees, until we came to the well-named spot, “Waters- meet,’ where two streams meet and become one. Up the stream, to the right, is the great water slide, made famous by the ex- pense and is probably the longest and ploits of John Ridd, the hero of “Lorna Doone,” the world-known novel by Black- more, when he was escaping from Carver Doone. This part of North Devon is known as the “country of the Doones.” When we returned to Lynmouth, we de- cided not to walk back to Lynton by the steep path by which we had come down, but to take what is called the “Lift,” or the Cliff Railway. This was built at great ex- pense and is probably the lolngest and steepest of its kind in the world. It is forty- five per cent grade and the length is nine hundred feet. It is worked by water, which pours into the tank under the car, when it is at the top of the cliff, and is emptied when it reaches the bottom. There are two cars, connected by an endless steel rope running on the wheels at the top and bottom of the rail. Hence the water pouring into the tank of the top car provides the necessary extra weight to hoist the car from the foot as it proceeds on its downward journey. That afternoon we took a walk through what is known as the “Valley of Rocks,” and it is certainly well named, for all over the valley are queer shaped piles of rocks, which look as if Nature had been making a huge garden somewhere, and had taken all the rocks she had gotten out of it and had dumped them from her apron in piles all over this valley. There is one, almost perpendicular, column of rocks, which is called the “Devil’s Cheese-wring”’; the rea- son for this queer title is unknown. 1, j The following morning we took a car- riage and went for a drive. One of the points of interest which we saw was Morte Hfoe Church. This church, though small, is full of interest to the lover of the an- tique. Much of the carving on the pews, which is most beantiful, is as old as the church itself, although much has been ad- ded from time to time. One of the prin- cipal features is an old tomb, which is said to be that of William de Tracey, one of the murderers of Thomas A. Becket; the date of its erection is given as 1170, and it is hewn out of solid rock. From Lynton we went to Ilfracombe, a large town also on the coast. We drove there in an old-time coach, with the seats for the passengers on top as well as inside, and drawn by four horses, the driver of which wore a high, white, silk hat, and the euard, as we went along, wound his horn and played some old ttnes, such as “Buy a Broom,” and made us feel very much as if we might be living a century or two ago. s the coach bowled along, children follow- ed, and turned handsprings and “summer- salts” in the hope of getting some of our extra pennies. We passed through Comb- martin, a village consisting of one street a mile long. There is an old church at Comb- martin, dedicated to St. Peter, and built in the earlv English style. Within are some interesting remains of old carving, but it is chiefly interesting because it is the scene of the plot of Marie Corelli’s “Mighty Atom.” THE ECHO. Ilfracombe itself is not very interesting, but there are some interesting places near by. A few miles off the coast is Lundy, a barren island, useful only because of its granite auarries, and here one morning in a dense fog, stich as we have on San Francisco Bay, tler Majesty’s ship “Montagu” stuck on the rocks and was never gotten off, although she was werth $7,250,0c0. The drive or walk to Watersmouth is a favorite amongst the residents and visitors, for there are some very interesting caves there. Boats are generally in attendance to take visitors through the caves, and this is considered the best way to visit them. From Ilfracombe we went to Bideford, the home of Charles Kingsley. One of the most noticeable things in Bideford is the “Long Bridge.” It consists of twenty-four arches, pointed at the top, and is six hun- dred and seventy-seven feet long. It was ult by the merchants, each merchant yuilding an arch, consequently the arches vary in size, according to the wealth of the builder. This naturally gives the bridge a remarkable appearance. It was first begun in 1340. A great many mussels have grown 1 on the arches and the city government does 1ot allow them to be removed, because they protect the masonry, which would be eaten away by the tide which is exceedingly strong there. The merchants of Bideforx were the first in England who traded wit =) America. The little town has some very handsome buildings. At the Royal Hote is the room in which Kingsley wrote part of “Westward Ho!” and near Bideford is a little place called Westward Ho, to whic! we went, and saw the remarkable Pebble Ridge, which stretches for some distance along the coast. These pebbles are banked up many feet high and form the only bar- rier which keeps the sea from flowing into the low lands of Westward Ho. The peb- bles vary from the size of a marble to those which weigh three, four and five hundred pounds. ‘They are all rounded and smooth- ed by the waves, and each has a streak of white in it, which is a harder substance than the rest of it. The sea is continually casting up more of these rocks, and thus the bar- rier becomes ever higher and higher. Near our hotel in Bideford was an old church which has a lovely peal of bells—the first we had ever heard. In the grave-yard of this church are some very old graves, some of which bear some very curious in scriptions. One of which we saw was: “Here lies the body of Mary Sexton, Who pleased many men, but never vexed one; Not like the woman under the next stone!” One morning we took a coach from Bide- ford and drove for some miles through love- ly country lanes and woods to one of the most picturesque spots in England—Clovel- lv. This beautiful fishing village, which the writings of Charles Kingsley did so much to popularize, is one that cannot fail to im- press the stranger with its unique beauty. It consists of one steep street, leading from the small fishing harbor to the summit of the hill. It is formed by a series of steps or divisions that can only be ascended on foot, or by means of little donkeys, which we saw, carrying goods to and from the har- bor. The population is mostly dependent on the sea for a livelihood; that is to say, � v the herring fishing in the winter, and by landing and embarking passengers from the numerous excursion steamers in the sum- ner. The houses are quaint, old-fashioned ones, many of them covered with ivy, creeping vines and roses. With its many ovely views of the water and harbor, it is a favorite spot for artists and_ tourists, Americans especially. With Clovelly our delightful trip was finished. We were to have gone on to King + O Arthur’s Castle, at Yintagel, but rain com- ing on prevented us, as we were coaching; so , not relishing a wetting we returned to busy London once more, with many pleas- ant memories in our minds and _ beautiful pictures lingering in our eyes of England’s sweetly-picturesque country—North Devon. 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WILL OF THE CLASS OF JUNE, ’10 We, the large and highly-accomplished class of June, ’10, realizing that our time is slowly drawing to a close, find it neces- sary that we should make our last will and testament .Therefore, in this spirit of mind, we hereby leave those things most dear to us to the ones we think most deserving. I, class of Jusie, “10, do give and bequeath Ralph Potter, president of this worthy my executive ability to the one who is fool- ish enough to assume that much responsi- bility. My essay on “How to: Keep on Steady” can be found in the northwest cor- ner of the front office. I, Florence Pool,, do bequeath to Gladys berry and Alice Dearborn, my unbounded facilities for writing notes, hoping that they will escape notice as well as I have done. To Charlotte Van Wormer I leave all my gentlemen friends, and to Blanche Bernard my assortment of fancy combs and _ hair pins. I, Frank McArthur, will to Lester Nath- enson my book on “Anti-Fat,” with the re- quest that he follow out the instructions as well as I did. My black coat and grey trousers {[ leave to Albert Dont, requesting that they be worn only on special occasions. My claims upon a certain girl I reluctantly bequeath to Leo Noonan. I, Jean Ross, with the aim of benefiting humanity, do give my quiet: and obedient ways to Skip Grove, to be used most when Mr. Vivian has charge of the study hall. My art of bluffing I bestow upon Roslind Loido, and my stylish navy blouse I leave to Berl LeBaron. I, Scott Webb, leave to Hazel DuBois a package of notes, which she will find in my desk, with the request that she take one each day so that she will not miss me when I have departed. A part of my hairl leave ta Guy Grosse, realizing that he is in need of a little more. I, Mary Shepard, leave my ability to make coquettish eyes to Engelina Ward; all my slang I hereby bequeath to Gladys Gilman, and dresses I will to Gladys Carithers. , George Veeks, better known as “Cu- pid,” after using a great amount of fore- thought, do hereby bequeath to Adelbert La Deu my killme smile and becoming blushes. My loud baritone voice I leave to Helen Woolsey with the hopes that she will use it in her recitations. I, Nellie Lonergan, before departing from this hall of learning, do give and bequeati to my little sister, Margaret, my fame as a basketball player, hoping that she will keep up the family reputation along that line. My polka-dot waist I leave to Lillie Lewis, and my unbounded interest and faithfulness in my studies I bestow upon Madeline Cof- fey. I, Ruth Elmore, bequeath my sweet voice and demure ways to Lawrene Overton. My nosition as editor of the “Echo,” I leave to whosoever shall seek to fill the vacancy, which I am now about to leave. To Arthur fartin, I leave all my curls and a few of my extra E’s I bestow upon Fred Pederson. I. Clyde Hudson, leave to Henry Brush, my ability as a spriniter, hoping that his laurels will outnumber mine. My class pin I leave to Helen Ranta, and my supply of hot socks, I bestow upon Howard Gilkie, requesting that he show them as much as possible. I, Alice Letold, do give this day my fame estrup along literary lines to Dorothy my snapping black eyes I bequeath to Al- fred Shelton, and my friend, Walton, I leave in the care of Mr. Searcy, hoping that he +1 will keep him on the straight and narrow path. I, Donald Geary, leave all my medals and fame as an athlete to Charles Fowler. My cunning voice I bestow upon Paul Rued; my one extra credit I leave to Mary Bald- ridge, and my claims upon a certain girl residing on B street, I hereby bequeath to THE ECHO. a LR OY the one who thinks that he has a better show than I have. I, Beulah Miller, hand down, with a spirit of resiguation, to Albert Hockin, my fond- ness for rough-housing in the study hall. My glasses and iunch basket I leave to Blair Dickson, and to Toward Gilkie I bequeath all my old hair ribbons, with which to tie his stray locks. I, John Rued, leave my stunning kid brother, Paul, in the care of Edith McNutt, hoping that she will treat him kindly. My school clothes [I leave to Henry Brush, and my ability as a football player I will to Wes- ton Anderson. I, Elsie Rickard, give to Estelle Holches- ter my friend, Shirley, with the provision that she walk to and from the electric car with him so that he will not be lonely. To Russell Snyder I bequeath my lovely man- ners and attractive eyes, and my fondness for “cutting” [I leave to Ruth Luttrell. I, Percy Williams, bestow upon Ruth Thompson my much-cherished class pin. To all my other girl friends I leave a lock of my hair so that they will remember me when I have left this dear old school for- ever. My tan shoes I do hereby will to Mr. Barker. I, Anita Haub, before departing, do give and bequeath, my girlish and _ attractive style of hair dressing to Tda Haynie, and my supply of rats and false hair I bestow upon Gladys Eardly, in hopes that she may have more satisfactory results in puffing and marcelling her hair. To Ruby Ahl I leave my coquettish laugh, but hope that it will not bother Mr. Vivian as much as mine did, I, Hazel Graham, do leave to Lenora Moodey my “stand-in” with all the teachers, in hopes that in that way she may succeed in getting as many F’s as I did. To Elza Frese I give my abundance of fussy wool, hoping that she will be as careful as I was about keeping it up from my face. I, Parry Litton, do hereby bequeath my rosy cheeks to Cecelia Crowly, and my bash- ful ways to Charlotte Van Wormer. To Leo Noonan, I leave my industrious attitude, hoping that it might benefit him. I, Minnie Cooper, do give to Dorothy Smith my highly-treasured black sweater with the big “S” in hopes that it will fic ner as weil as it did me. To the one who 15 most capable I leave my position as cap- tain of the girls’ basketball team, and my favoritism with Mr. Vivian I leave to Blair Dickson. I, Grace Hinds, in this last will and testa- inent, leave to Gladys Hodgson my boister- ous laugh, and my “Buster Brown” collar to Albert Maroni, and my little watch to Dorothy Steele, that she may be able to be on time for schoo! once a week. I, Fleanor Smith, on this solemn occa- sion, do bequeath to Ida Haynie a few feet of my unnecessary height, my curly locks I leave to Helen Keegan, knowing that she will appreciate the same. My meek and gentle manner [ bestow upon Ruth Over- ton, hoping that my gift will be used to ad- vantage. I, Marion Pierson, or rather “Bill,” do give this day my graceful amble to Nina Doyle, my abundant supply of hair I do bequeath to Adah Smith, and my fondness for my history teacher I leave to Roy Kuy kendall. I, Joseph Lombardi, realizing that my time has come, desire to leave to Skip Grove, a handful of shot, which he will fina in the right-hand corner of my desk, with the request that it be taken from the build ing immediately. My popularity with the opposite sex I hand down to Lawrener foore. I, Kathryn Smyth, leave to Ralph Wal- lace my much-terasured specks in case he should lose his. One of my few freckles [ fondly bestow upon Marie Bish, together with my favorite sailor blouse. My auburn locks T bequeath to Jeffrevs Birch, and to Vera Dessau I leave my delightful gigele. I, Wilfred Luce, do hereby bequeath to Charles Clark, my prominent Roman nose, knowing that it will add much to his an- pearance, My “Latin pony” I leave to Nan THE ECHO. LS Gould, for 1 know that she will miss my valuable assistance in that subject. My failing for the fair sex | bestow upon Ben Drake. [, Kenneth Bryant, leave my art of queen- ing to Guy Grosse, that he may be as popu- lar with the fair sex as I was. My abun- dant supply of hot socks I graciously will {9 Raford Leggett to add to his alread: large supply. I, Edna Crane, will my peaches and cream complexion to Allison Dickson, and my meek and gentle ways to Rosaline Boido. My well-worn, old bicycle I wil! to Miss Leddy, as she has so far to walk. I, Haltie Lewis, on this last and serious occasion, do will to Luella Sibbala my fa- vorite jeweled back comb, in hopes that she will appreciate my eenerosity. My scolloped collar I leave to Mr. Vivian as it is low and very comiortable. [, Gertrude Cnopius, do will and bequeath iny long, white sweater to cmily Reud, my dimples to Kintey Ahl and my art for stick- ing on my fiery steed, I leave to Weston Anderson. 1, Rohert Lockhart, bestow upon Walton Hasting my beautiful head of curly hair, which I think will add greatly to his appear- ance; tiny brown suit of clothes I leave to Chester Case, hoping that he will be as careful of it as [ have been. I, Jack Sibbald, do impart to Madeline Cowan my good opinion of myself, and m) case on Kathleen Miller I leave to William Morrow, hoping that he will call as often as [ did. sweater shall go to Fred Holmes. My last request is that my white I, Maud Hinds, knowing that my days are numbered, do solemnly confer upon Ly- mon Hehir my fondness for studying; my hook-strap I leave to Dorothy Steele in or- der that she may more conveniently carry home her books. The wads of gum under the lid of my desk I bestow upon Leo Noo- nan so that he may have something to do during study periods. I, Lulu Helman, leave to Erba Peugh my blond rat, knowing that she is in need of it. My fondness for laughing in the study hall I leave to Grace Dougherty, and my skill in hair-dressing | fondly bestow upon Nina Doyle. I, Victor McDaniels, leave my track suit to Mervin Forsyth, knowing that he is highly interested in athletics. My becom- ing “pomp” I leave to Edna Pierce as my most highly-prized treasure, which she must keep to remember me. I, Marie Farnlof, will to Mary Mathews, my frivilous way, which I hope will not cause as much trouble as it did me. My terrible habit of cutting I leave to Lena Jaun, that she may succeed as well as i did in not being caught. I, Ethel Purrington, leave my spectacles to Roy Kuvkendall, that they may increase nis aspect of profound wisdom. My pug nose must go to Vernon Ross to giv him that fetchingly saucy appearance, while my red skirt I leave to Gladvs Carithers, as know she is sadly in need of it. I, Beulah Lockwood, will my shrill giggle to Esther Scott, which must not bother the teachers in the study hall. My faithful, old steed that I always drive to school I leave to {he one most deserving. I, Constance Mader, bequeath my unsur- passable record of tardiness to the school. Please frame and hang it by Mr. Searcy’s 1 desk so that he wil! be more lenient with those who are not so proficient in this line. My tall, slim stature is to be left for Ada Smith. [, Howard Brush, wish to impart to Rae- gan Talbot my rosy cheeks; to Mr. Searcy | leave my rubber heels, and to Howard Gilkie must be given my brown kid gloves, hoping that these last gifts will be duly ap- preciated. We desire that the above be duly execut- ed, and as executor of this, our last will and testament, we appoint Mr. Sarcy, knowing that he will promptly attend to every detail. (Signed) Class of June, 1910. Vitnesses: Mr. Vivian and Miss McDermott. THE ECHO. CLASS PROPHECY E had been praying to every divinity of earth and sky for help on that prop- hecy, but to no avail. But on the night of May, the 18th, when the earth pass- ed through the tail of Halley’s comet, we were overcome by the gases. Immediately we seemed to be in a far country; from all we had read, we knew it must be fair Italy. Coming along the dusty road was an organ-grinder, and when he saw us he struck up a gay tune. Stopping before us, he took off his hat and gave it to the monkey to pass for the coins; and we saw to our astonishment, Ralph, the once dignified and wily president of the June ‘to class. He said he had started out to see Europe again, but his funds gave out and he had taken up this high calling. We wished him success and, giving the monkey a nickle, passed on. It was grand opera season in Rome, so we secured tickets for “Carmen.” When the curtain arose, the singer, a beautiful woman in dazzling evening dress, stepped forth amid thunderous applause. She open- ed her lips and the clear notes filled the great building. We could hardly believe our eyes for there was Mary, the quiet little Mary of June ro. Before we left Rome another pleasant surprise was ours. We saw Beulah Lock- wood and Nellie Lonergan interpreting Beethcven’s “Moonlight Sonata” in most exquisite classical dancing, which brought to our minds the classic dancing we had seen in the girls’ basement of the old High, morning, noon and night, for four years. One evening, taking a gondola ride in Q Da Venice, we passed closely by another gon- dola, carrying a charming young lady and a gentleman, distinguished by the regularity of his features. He was leaning over the lady, and gazing into her face, speaking in tones charged with feeling. Gazing closer at the lover we recognized Wilfred Luce. t+ | At a railroad station in Germany, we met a fat, jolly-looking policeman. Approaching him, to question about railroad schedules, we recognized by the dimple in his chin, Frank McArthur. Passing along the beautiful streets of Paris, we met a bevy of convent girls, with a nun, coming from a famous Catholic school for girls. Her face was sad. and we overheard two ladies, walking ahead of us, say: “Isn’t it too bad about the young nun we just passed; you know he never came back.” We knew in an instant it must be Jean. and that her handsome young lover, who had sailed away to Japan, had never returned, and she was trying to drown her sorrow here. While resting in a park we read the fol- iowing item in a paper: “Mademoiselle faltie Lewis is now in her new hair-dress- ing parlor prenared to dress the latest Par- isian coiffures.” We were just about to lay the paper aside when a name caused us to snatch it up again. We read: “Perry Litton, young and handsome, angelic disposition, wants a wife. She must be witty and comely. Same apply at Box 23.” We knew by the de- scription that this must be our old class- inate. Crowds were thronging to and fro in a ereat cirucs tent, but the crowd gave way as an old maid fought her way to the ropes, so she could get her darling yellow cat to the air, lest it would suffocate. We were surprised to find Alice Letold, but she was too concerned about her cat to discuss old Iigh School times. THE ECHO. es oe eee We left the circus, and walking along, we were followed by a tall, attenuated per- son, who kept up the cry, “Won’t you buy a pencil, a pencil?” We turned to give him a glassy stare and recognized Kenneth Bry- 5 ) ait. We heard a newsboy shouting, “Extra! Extra! All about the greatest writer and her latest book!” We purchased one and read that Ruth Elmore’s book, “The Court- ship of Puss in Boots,” was a howling suc- cess, In England we met a bridal party coming down the steps of a great cathedral. We immediately recognized the happy benedic. and ran up to congratulate Clyde Hudson and his blushing bride, the little Freshie who had sat across the aisle. We heard that Marian Pierson had made her debut into English society and had mar- ried a real lord. “Cupid” Weeks had taken an important part in politics and had been sent as Ambas- sador from the United States to England. In his frock coat and silk hat we hardly recog- nized him. In the Scottish Highlands we saw Robert Lockhart dressed in “Icilts’ and doing the Highland fling. The kilts were extremely becoming ard he was energy itself in the fling. In a large art institute among hundreds of students we met Ethel Purrington. She was working on her masterpiece, “The School Spirit.” Then we were carried to the euest room of the Imperial Palace of Japan. We were granted an audience, and while in the pres- cence of the M .ado, a Japanese waiter en- he tered bearing a steaming bowl, which placed before his majesty. Then prostrat ing himself, he bumped his head on the floor three times and we recognized Jack, who was now chiet chop-stick bearer to his ma- jesty, the Mikado of Japan. We hailed a jinrikisha one hot day and the runner, to our surprise, proved to be John Rued, noted for his strength and fast running, Then we were boarding a steamer bound for the American continent, and had just come on deck, when a boy came down the dock singing, “Shine! Shine! Get your shoes shined!” And there we saw Don. He told us there were twa other class-mates on board, and led the way to the galley. Here we found Scott Webb, a typical tar, with that innocent expression which belongs to cherubs. We were delighted to find these two class-mates and asked who the other one was. “Why, Victor McDaniels: haven't you heard of him?” they said. “He’s the one who makes that fine soup—one bucket of water and one onion.” And we knew he ws the chef on the ship. Then we were transported again and found ourselves in Canada, following a great procession of women, wi th banners flying. They proceeded to a hall, where me ascended the platform and made a stir- ring address on politics. Inquiring who the speaker was, we found it was Hazel Gra- tam of the old June class Under a large oak tree we found a school ma'rm surrounded by about fifty freckled- faced urchins. They were having a picnic and as they were spreading out their luncli we heard the old familiar remark: “O just see how much we've got to eat.” And we knew immediately it was Constance Mader. At Newport we found Elsie Rickarc dashing society belle, who had taken the citv by storm, After leaving Tigh, Kathryn 1ad taken up singing, and we learned that she now hada steady job singing “My Bon- nie Lies Over the Ocean—Dead Drunk.” ior phonographic records. Then we were in a crowd of uniforms and we knew it must be West Point. Here we found Florence Pool with 2 string of cadets at her heels. We met a gentleman in New York hurry- ng along like a cyclone. After he passed, he came back to speak to us. It was an old class-mate, Joe Lombardi. He had a book- printing establishment, where he printed Latin ponies. After a few words he hurried on, as he said he had a large, urgent order to be filled. We learned that Eleanor had gone to india, as a missionary, to convert the heathen there. Flere also we found Gertrude Cnopius making perfumes, and we remembered her old liking for the delicate (?) odors. In the Middle West we found Maud and Grace Hinds, matrons over an institution lor high school students, suffering from brain fae. They told us their establish- ment was well filled. Journeying along a lonely road, we met Minnie Cooper, peddling ice cream cornu- copias. Next we found ourselves at Stanford Uni- versity. Down the walk came a light-hair- ed girl (if one of thirty years may be termed a girl.) The graceful amble recalled a char acter of High School days and sure enougii it was Anita. When we expressed our sur- prise at finding her still at Stanford, with a grin she told us there were ten boys to She told us she had tread in the morning papers that Perey was every girl at Stanford. a heavy-weight champion, and she thought it would be “keen” if we could go and see him box on Saturday. We were sorry we could not remain. We found Marie here at college. She had turned her attention to astronomy anid had already discovered many new planets. In the high mountains we found Beulah Miller on a farm, herding geese. With a start we both sat up; the earth had passed through the comet’s tail, so our own future was left unknown to us. The Presentation We are glad that it is the custom of graduating classes to leave to the school some gift, which will add to its beauty and improvement, and by which they may be re- membered, for it gives us the opportunity to present a gift which will in some measure express our appreciation and gratitude. Many different forms of presents have been chosen, such as Greek casts, pictures, THE ECHO. silver trophy cups, and busts of great men. We have chosen our gift from the latter class, and feel that we can rightly claim the honor of presenting to the school a statue of one of the greatest and the best known of Americans. So familiar is his life to everyone, that [ can add nothing new con- cerning him: his fine, highly-bred face, ex- pressing his splendid character, will be no: only an adornment to our study hall, but an inspiration to the students. lor these reasons we have chosen a statue of George Washington. Marion Pierson. SCHOOL NOTES The class party, which was held at the Saturday Afternoon Clubhouse, on Friday evening, May z2oth, proved to be a brilliant affair. There were many students present and dancing was enjoyed throughout the evening, after which refreshments were served. The party lasted until a late hour, and was pronounced a decided success by all. Miss Young, a former instructor in science, visited the High School a few weeks ago. We were all pleased to greet Miss Young and have her among us again. Rev. Sailles spoke befo re the Student Body a few weeks ago. His address was pleasing and instructive and was enjoyed by all. ALUMNI NOTES he Misses Ada Cline and Serena Mad- dux are home again from U. C Miss Helen Johnson, who is attending the University of California, is home again. Ray Jeans, a student of the University of California, arrived in Santa Rosa a few days ago to spend the summer vacation. Harold McMeans, who is studying law at Stanford, is home again. He expects to sail for Japan in a few weeks for an extend- ed pleasure trip. rel McConnell, a former student of the 'igh School, graduated from the University of California at the close of this semister. THE ECHO. hh he SPY Mhe two men in the tent had not quite finished their plans (but I had gained the mast important facts), when the relieved guard suddenly rushed back to the tent, where I lay. He went inside and began ex- citedly to tell the men of my imprisonment and escape. He had barely finished, when another man rushed into the tent and told them of having found the man, called Jacks, tied to a tree in the forest. From this man Jack, he had learned of what T had done in the forest. Then, by comparing the two stories just related, the men decided I must be a spy of the enemy, and orders were given to search for me. “By this time, I thought I had better act immediately. On looking around me I was surprised to see the great commotion al- ready in camp, and the near approach of drawn. I crept a short distance through the grass, from the tent to the forest, without anyone noticeing me. I then made a dash for the river. By dodging sentinels, I had gone quite a distance before anyone say me. Then the last sentinel, whom I had fooled the night before, saw me and fired several times. One of the bullets went through my ‘sleeve and erazed my arm. None of the others touched me. He im mediately gave the alarm in camp. “J ran as quickly as possible to the river, found my canee and rowed off. As I was turning a bend, I heard several horses gal loping, so T expect thev followed me clear to the river. They will be looking for me all over this part of the country, and, al- though I don’t think they will find us, it is best to be on the safe side and get away as SOON as possible. [ must sleep the rest of the day, and then, when it is quite dark, [ will set off to take my information to our own army. You men had better pack up this afternoon, and he ready to leave soon aitter 1 do.’ After William had retired to the tent, the other men ate their tunch and talked over the adventures of their companion Late in the evening Williams awoke and Me hal changed the British uniform for his own, repared to start on his journey. iearine the men in his own army might take 1m for an enemy. As he was leaving he said to his companions, who were also pre- paring to leave: “I'll go on ahead and take he shortest route to our army, and you foi- Ow as soon as possible. But be very can ‘ions, for T think the British are posted on all sides, at least for quite a distance, watch- ing and searching for us.” Then he galloped off through the forest, leaving the other men to come later. Me had travelled the greater part of the night without being seen by the enemy, a! though he had seen a few of them. Alone towards morning he rode unex ectedly upon a group, which had been partly concealed behind a thick clump of trees. Upon dis- covering them, he rode far out to one side, hoping to get by unnoticed, but when he thought he had succeeded, one of the men saw him and gave the alarm. As the men were unmounted he was able to get a con- siderable head-start. After going at a hard pace for some dis- tance, his horse began to falter, He knew he must stop soon or his horse would give out. Coming to the edge of the forest he saw a large farm-house a few yards off. He determined to seek shelter from the enemy there, as it seemed to be his only chance. He rode up to the back door and knockea hastilv. ‘The door was soon opened by a young lady, and he asked her if he could hide some place in the house, as some of the British soldiers were following close be- hind him, and it would mean death to him if he were cauglit. She looked perplexed for a moment, then, taking a hammer from a shelf, she told him to follow her. They passed through the dining-room, where a) man and some bovs, evidently the farmer and his sons, were eating breakfast. Thev THE ECHO. invited Williams to eat, but he declined and explained his situation. Then the farmer took the hammer, which the girl handed him and said that he would hide the spv in the attic. He bade one of his sons to look after the horse, which Williams had leit outside. Up in the attic there was an old fire-place, which had been walled up for sometime. Unnailing the boards, the farmer bade Wil- As soon as liams get inside, which he did. he was settled inside the farmer nailed up the boards again. By this time the British had come up to the house. They inquired if the people there had seen anything of a spy from the Colonists’ army. The farmer told the sol diers that they were at liberty to search the house, which they did. After searching for some time, without any success, they left and went on their way. Williams was then released from his dirty hiding-place, looking more like a negro thai a white man. After he had washed and eaten he started on his journey again. Be- tore starting he had thanked the family for saving his life, and had also promised the young lady that he would come again, when released from duty, to pay her a visit, fo1 he had at first sight taken a great liking to her. He proceeded on his way without any further adventures, and arrived safely at his camp with the information which had been so difficult to gain, and which proved to be very valuable. Edith Sanford ’12. MY FIRST BALLOON FLIGHT I had my first experience in riding in a balloon a few days after Santa Rosa saw the one go up, which was on Fifts street on Carnival day. There was a large crowd around the great balloon and the proprietor asked a number of us boys if we would hold the ropes while they were filling the balloon with gas. We were all glad to help and quickly ran to do as we were asked. It took a very short time until the balloon was full of air and gas. I thought it would take longer, for the first balloon I saw filled took nearly an hour until it was full. I was then busy talking with a friend about what a nice thing a balloon is, and explaining how the man would drop in his parachute. The last | remember was “Ready,” and I left the earth. Before [ had time to think i was flying above the buildings and Santa Rosa. I then could not let go, so I hung on for dear life. It seemed as though we were standing still and the earth was falling away from us. The man who was on the balloon above me, was busy showing the people down below what he could do so high in the air and he could not hear my cries for help. At last 1 began to get so tired that I could hardiv keep my hands on the rope any longer and I began to slide down the rope until I hit the knot on the end and then fell into the air. [ heard a great cry from the people below and then I got very dizzy. It seemed to me that I would never hit the ground, but I at last hit with a thump. I breathed a sivh of relief and crawled back to bed. Paul Rued. THE ECHO Published every school month in the inter- ests of the Santa Rosa High School. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: RNC Vie asa ce Nese ey, fe ee ee EASE OFA ANS rate eae Po gn Ee ee oh OES Py ..-5OC MLC OPC Bien ae ceer an eee LAG Subscriptions must be paid in advance. THE STAFF: Editor . age eueiesee -- ee Uh Plinotes tO Business Manager.......Lawrence Moore ’1r Assistant Manager............. Roy Simpson ’12 Circulation Manager........Charles Fowler cath ( Marion Pierson ’1o p ae Kathryn Smythe ’fo Associate Editors : = : Lawrence Moore ’r: Dorothy Westrup ’12 ENG Let CSE OVS), wee .-Clyde Hudson ‘10 Athletics (Girls) ......... Seed the Iwai. ac Alumni and School Notes......Nan Gould 711 Governing Board Reports eee pee se Gee Walton Hastings ’11 Staih Arhists.s soo. ..Howard Gilkie ’11 Josh Editor... .....u....Ava Litton ’11 f Lulu Helman ’1o ENSSISta11 (Gees een Neva Brittain ’11 Erba Peugh ‘11 THE ECHO. EDITORIAL Vacation is here once more, and with it comes the graduation of another large class. Their faces will surely be missed when next term comes with its new plans and enforce- ments. The graduates have had not a small part in school activities, especially in boys’ and girls’ athletics, where they will be sadly missed. .A glance at the athletic depart- ment of this issue will show that they have made and helped to make many high rec- ords for the glory of our school. With the Commencement number of The Echo, comes another change in the editorial staff. Tere, too, the Seniors will be missed when next term brings about the selection of a new body of workers. However, we feel certain that there are many who are ready, and fully competent to take the places left vacant by them. The editor, therefore, in handing over the responsibility of the paper to the new management, wishes to express her sincere belief in its future success, and the hope that the coming year will see many improvements in its pages. No one could have had a more loyal support than she has had from the staff this term. May the work of the new staff be as har- monious aid as prosperous. We wish everyone a happy vacation and the best of times this summer. Result of Student Body Election May 20, 1910. President—W. Hastings, 51; L. Mermann, 42. First Vice-President—C. McIntosh, 509; 5B. Drake. 36 Second Vice-Presidert—Ave Norris, 16 Secretary—G. Duncan, 55; E. Scott, 39. Editor—L. Moore, 64; W. Hastings, 20. Field and Track Manager—E. Wilson, 57; C. MelIntosh. 38. Football Manager-—S. Abeel, 53; C. Clark, 41. Girls’ Basketball Manager—-L. Lewis, 51; M. Lonergan, 42 Boys’ Basketball Manager—L. Jesse Wilson, 43. Basehall Manager—W. roni, Tf. Amendment to add section to Art. VIII. ‘Ves, 45; “No; 6: Litton, 7o; 4. Moore, 50; Lambert, 82; A. Ma- In Farewell To us, the world is full of beauty ; The flowers that grow, The winds that blow, Are all for us; we know no duty. The seas of bending grain stretch out In billowy wavelets blowing, The laden fruit trees drop their store Of wealth, so richly glowing. The leaves that dance, The lights that glance, Sing songs with jfiy o’erflowing. For us, all things are filled with gladness. The summer sky, The clouds that fly Are lightly gay; we know no sadness. The days of June are warm and sweet, The air with incense filling; Its lazy hours invite us now With bird notes gently trilling. The sunny hills, The merry rills, With jov our hearts are thrilling. To us, the world gives all its treasure. Its ancient lore, Its modern store, Of knowledge deep; ours without measure. Phe gifts to us have been as free As summer sunshine mellow ; The best of all there is we take, More gifts are sure to follow. We know no care, The earth's as fair As spring-time’s fields of yellow. ‘lo us, the world for help is calling. Our play-time’s past, We'll try at last Some work to do, ere play is palling The sunbeams lightly dance with glee While birds their fleetness borrow ; The flowers bloom for you and me, We know no fear nor sorrow. The world is wide And glad, and so We'll wait for the tomorrow. April 1oth the regular meeting was held The request of the carnival committee for a High School entry was discussed and the niatier was left to Mr. Barker to present to the student body. Mr. Barker reported on the purchase of the talking machine, but no definite action was taken. April 20th a special meeting was held. It was decided to pay the baseball team’s ex penses to Hitchcock from the reserve fund. pril 26th a special meeting was called in the morning at recess. The baseball team was given permission to play Analy after school that evening. April 26th, the regular meeting was held. The matter of sending the track team to Benicia was discussed. It was decided to levy a special tax of 10 cents. The auditing committee reported on the treasurer’s re- port, ana suggested the appointment of a fi- nance committee. The report was accepted. April 209th, a special meeting was held. It was decided to send the track team to Be- nicia. Mr. Vivian, Carroll McIntosh and Shirley Abeel were appointed to act as a special committee to try and arouse more support of the snecial tax. Mav 3rd, the regular meeting was held. The treasurer’s report was given and turned over to the auditing committee. C. McIntosh, Mr. Searcy and W. Hast- ings were appointed to formulate an amend- ment to provide for a finance committee. The nominations for the regular election were made as follows: President, Leste: Mermanr, Walton president, Carroll McIntosh, Ben Drake: Hastings; first vice second vic-president, Ava Litton, Irene Norris; secretary, Esther Scott, George Duncan; editor, Bertha Brown, Lawrence Moore, Walton Hastings: field and track manager, Carroll McIntosh, Earl Wilson: girls’ basketball manager, Lily Lewis, Mar- garet Lonergan; boys’ basketball manager, ‘lawrence loore, Jesse Wilson; baseball , Albert yell leader, Clarence Grove, Henry Brush. manager, Will Lambert Maroni; May 7th, a special meeting was held. The bill of Company FE was allowed from the reserve fund. May roth, a regular meeting was held. he board approved of having the prev- iously appointed collectors act on the rest of the special assessment. The resignations of Bertha Brown, Henry Brush and Clar- ence Grove were accepted. The secretary gave a report as to the amendment. The board instructed the committee to finish the section and post it for notice. THE ECHO. BOYS’ ATHLETICS Track S. R. H. S. wins the big league meet. For the third time the S. R. H. S. track team won the S. N. S. C. A. L. field meet at Benicia on April 30. It was an interest- ing meet from start to finish and there were many close finishes. There were six rec- ords broken and two tied. McDaniels of Santa Rosa, went 5 ft. 534 in. in the high jump, breaking the record. King also broke the record in the hammer-throw with a throw of 129 ft. 8 in. The sprints brought out a bunch of good men. Wilson and Hud- son both won their respective heats in the 1 ] 50 yard dash in the fast tine of 5 2-5 sec- onds. In the finals Hudson, with a poor start, succeeded in getting second place. The relay was as usual the prettiest race of the day. It was won by our crack relay team, which was composed of Hudson, Pot- ter, Clark and Wilson. 5S. Ru Ho (S. has never been beaten in the relay in this lea- eue, nor in the N. W. Sub-League. and it makes no difference whether it is a mile relay or an 880 yard relay. Too much honor cannot be given to the team that journeyed to Benicia and won all this glory for our Migeh School. The team was composed oi Captain: Webb,-C. Clark, E. Wilson, C. Mc- Tntosh, R..Snyder, L. Miller, R. Lockhar?, C. Hudson, V. McDaniels, C. Gore, F. Ped- ersen, R. Potter, V. King and W. Lambert. The score was: Santa Rosa, 5514; Benicia, 3s; Napa, 191%; Vallejo, 11; Analy 8%; St. Helena, 6. I THE ECHO. | SS SS SS The summary is as tollows: 50 yard dash—First heat won by Hudson, 5. Rk. Time :5 2-5. Second heat won by Crooks, B: Time :5 2-5. Third heart won by Wilson, S. R. Time :5 2-5. Final won by Crooks, B; Hudson, S. R., second; Har- ris, N, third. Time :5 2-5. 100 vard dash—Won by Crooks, B; Har- tis, N., second; Hudson, S. R., third. Time :10. 220 yard dash—Won by Crooks, B.: Hud- son, S. R., and Harris, N., tied for second. Time 423% ‘ 440 yard dash—Won hy Clark, S. R.; Mellin. V., second; Lowery, N., third. Time 356: 880 yard dash—W on by Mellin, V.; Lock- hart, S. R., second; Perry, B., third. Time 2:12 4-5 Mile run—Won by Cutts, B.; Falconer, N= Second; Dichman, St._H., third) Time 4:45. 120 yard hurdles— Won by McDaniels, S. R.; Genty, V., second; Gore, S. R., third. Time 18 1-5. 220 yard hurdles—Won by Vasconi, St. H.; Gore, S. R., second: Schoor. B., third. Time :28. Relay—Won by Santa Rosa; Benicia, sec- ond; Napa, third. Time 1:39 4-5. High jump—Won by McDaniels, S. R.: ,ockhart, S. R., second; Pometta, B., third. Height 5 ft. 534 in. Shot put-—-Won by Robertson, N.; Elson, }., second; Lockhart, S. R., third. Distance 39 ft. 10 in. Broad jump-——-Won by Wiggins, A.; Mce- Intosh, S. R., second: Willard, A., third. Wistance 21 ft. 3 in. Hammer throw—Won by King, S. R.; Elson, B., second: Webb, S. R., third. Dis- tance 129 ft. 8 in. ) Pole vault—Pedersen, S. R.; Potter, S. R.; Wiggins, A., and Mayfield, N., tied for first. Height to ft. Another school vear is ended and a few words may be said about what our men have accomplished on the track. We have always done well in any meet in which we participated. After we withdrew from the 5S. M. A. A. L. the interest in track athletics seemed to lag until the S. N.S. G A. L. was organized last spring. Then we once more took an interest in track athletics and certainly made a good beginning by win- ning the first meet of the new league on May 15, 1909. ‘Then on October 30, we sent a team to Vallejo to the second meet of the league and won this very handily. This spring we won the third meet of the league with 20 points to spare. We now hold six records in S. N. S.C. A. L., which are: 1. G. Lee in 220 yard low hurdles. Time 27 4-5. 2. V. McDaniels in high jump. Height 5 ft. 5 3-4 in. 3. G. Lee in pole valut. Height 11 ft. 4. S$. Abeel in shot put. Distance 41 ft. 6% in. 5. V. King in hammer throw. Distance 129 ft. 8 in. wal 6. 880 yard relay—Team composed of Hudson, MeIntosh, Cochrane and Wilson. iment 37. THE ECHO. THE ECHO. Last fall the Northwestern Sub-League of the A. A. L. was organized. There are fifteen schools in the league. including schools of five counties. Ve succeeded in getting second place last fall, and again thi, spring. Although we did not win these tw� meets, our relay team always came out in the lead. -The.S: R. H. S: relay team’ which won the relay in the first meet and holds the league record, was composed of C. Hud- Gould, P. Cochrane and E. Wilson. Santa Rosa now son, Ry Potter, Cy Weeks: “CG holds three records in the league, which are: t. C. Hudson in too yard dash. Time 10 2-5, 2. C. Hudson in 220 vard dash. Time 23 4-5. 3. Mile relay (team given above). Time 3:30. Graduation is here again and we lost a number of our best athletes. Out of the fourteen men that went to Benicia and won the meet there, six of them graduate this June. ‘ihese six men scored 331% -points out of the 554 points made by Santa Rosa. We are sorry to lose these athletes, as they have done a great dea! towards winning the meets for us. Although the track men will be weakened by their. absence, it will prob- ably be strengthened hy new material. The following athletes will be missed from the track team next fall: Captain Webb. Ralph Potter, LeRoy Miller, Robert Lockhart, Victor McDaniel and Clyde Hudson. Baseball The baseball team have plaved three games already this season, two games with Analy and one with Hitchcock. The first game with Analy was a victory for Santa Rosa with a score of tt to 4. Our team did well in these games for the practice that they have had. The team next year wili miss J. Lombardi, who graduates this June. lie is the pitcher for our team and is a good player all round. THE ECHO. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS It is, indeed, very pleasant to thing of the coming vacation, yet all the girls are sorry to stop their basketball games. This has been a very busy season for them. They have played against, and defeated every strong team on the Coast, except Healds- burg. This one game they lost while play- ing in the A, A. L. series. Although it was a very great disappointment, the girls agree that Healdsburg won it fairly. This vear the girls have practiced faith- fully, and when we look back over it, we know their efforts have not been in vain, for they have given S. R. H. S. a name to be remembered in basketball. The inter-class games of I9I10 were not played owing to the withdrawal. of the Senior team. The captains of the various teams are: First vear, Beryl LeBaron; sec- ond year, Ruth Sumner; third year, Mar- jory Cone; fourth year, Minnie Cooper. The baskethall team as seen in the pic- ture, is composed of the following players: Centers, Ida Haynie, Marjory Cone, Min- nie Cooper: guards, Ruth Sumner, Lillie Lewis; goalers, Margaret and Nellie Loner- gan. “Santa Rosa has the team, The teain of basketball; It is victorious over ali The other teams of ball.” THE ECHO. EXCHANGES “The Argus,” Tulare, Cal.: You need some cuts and a few more good jokes to brighten up your paper. Your arrange- ment could be improved upon by placing the list. of staff, etc., on the editorial page, instead of filling up the first page with this materia’. We like your stories, and the “Scientific Consideration” of a Freshman is certainly very laughable. “The Sotoyoman,” Healdsburg, Cal.: You have an-attractive cover and splendid arrangement, but your literary material is below the average. However, the girls are te be congratulated -unon- putting out the paper by themselves. The poem, “The High School Girl,” is well written. The exchange column is pleasingly original. “The Oracle,” Bakersfield: As far as you go, you are splendid, but we miss. your former athletic and -exchange columns. Your stories are well told. “The Oasis,” Reno, Nevada: Your de- partments are full and interesting, and your exchange colimn especially well managed. “The Closed Door” holds one’s interest, al- though a comparatively long story. Some cuts would iust fix you up, “Oasis.” “The Skirmisher,” Burlingame: You are a pleasure to look through—“first-class” in ail parts. The cover design for May is es- pecially well drawn and appropriate. We also congratulate you upon your lively ath- helpful letic column and your exchange notes. ‘The Tripod,” Saco, Maine: Why do you put your josh column under the head of “Locals?” We think your appearance would be improved by adding a_ table of contents. Your alumni notes are good. “The Quill,’ Marion, Iowa: You lack literary contributions from the pupils of your school. What material you have is good, and if properly added to, would brine you up to the standard. “The Owl,” T'resno, Cal., always contains something new and original. Its cuts and cover designs are artistic and appropriate. if there are any faults with “The Owl” they ere hard to perceive. “Mt. Marty Annuel,’ Rosedale, Kansas: We are glad to receive this large exchange, so full of good material and attractive pic- tures. It seems to pay here to combine ali the issues in one, and thus be able to pro- duce a perfect annual paper, where quality means more than quantity. We enjoyed your witty joshes and interesting stories. HOW TO MAKE A SENIOR First Year— Take a Freshman fator lean, Just as long as he is green; II myself, prefer the fatter, But perhaps it doesn’t matter. Second Year— Carefully smooth out the dimples, Dash in French and other simples ; And some old Egyptian lore To change him to a Sophomare. Third Year Now remove his childish dresses, Amputates his golden tresses ; Add self-importance and some nerve And as a Junior he will serve. Fourth Year— Arrange some down upon his lips, Give his hat a rakish tip: Roll us his trousers to the knee And then a Senior he will be. Miss Ieddy—“Lulu, translate ‘Rex In- Ont Lulu—‘The king fled.” Miss L.—‘No; it is the present tense.” Lulu—“The king has fleas. Mr. Cutting—“‘Kathryn, have you your yesterday’s work done?” Kathryn S.—“‘What was it, a stool?’ Mr. C—‘‘No; a drawing.” Beulah’s little sister—‘Mama, I looked through the key-hole last night while sister and Kenneth were in the parlor.” Mrs. Mi ller-——“What did you find out?” Beulah’s sister—“The light.” A goat ate all our other jokes And then began to run; “T cannot stop,” he softly said, Sieaimesoritileor tun. Hearts Are Trumps Lawrence M.—‘If I could hold your hand you would play better.” Ruth E — Perhaps; but what good would that do? I have no heart.” “In this age of graft and machine bosses,” remarked a bright pupil, “there is at least one place where honesty and truth may al- ways be found.” “Tor goodness sake’s, where?” Mr. V. “In the dictionary,” answered the bright queried pupil, as he left the room. Mr. Vivian—‘“I’ll be at home Monday and we will have a nice written lesson.” red P.—“V’l! he at home, too.” Mr, Vivian—“What did the Pope think when he read Luther’s bull?” Russell S.—‘He thought it was a bum steer, The Only Way “The rain is falling,’ sighed the poet. “Sure, it is,’ returned the man with the ”) grouch; what other way could it go: THE ECHO. ——————— I TOLD YOU SO Aunt Diana was laboring over the wash- tub, in the side yard, near her cabin, when suddenly and mysteriously a little negro, as if fallen from the skies, sprawled upon the grass near by, picked himself up slowly, and began to whimper. Hey, yo’ , Sam!” cried Aunt Diana. “Didn't ‘bout dat? elaborately? Aint I foolin’ done severely worn yo’ Didn’t I caution yo’ done tole yo’ to quit eroun’ dat ) mules —Judge’s Library. Disgusting First Student (waking his room-mate at “Whoop! Jash time—hic—I’ve had shince last schmes- 2 atl ain Hooray !—Hic-thash- ter!” Second Stude (sore)—‘Well cost you enough. That suit you have on it certainly is ruined.” First Stude—“Oh, what do I care for ‘spenses; Ish got—hic—lots of ’em.” Ralph P.— Hazel (sleepily)—“It it on straight?” “Your hat is on the floor.” The poems made to fill up space Have come to be a rank disgrace, So I am elad that this one will Leave one less spot of space to fill. Aint It the Truth? H2 is water and Ti2 O2 peroxide, Were I a blond with home-brewed hair, I'd be a little fox; I’d Reply to digs and questions With a smile demure and. winsome: A lot of water is all I use— Just H2 O (and then some.) Gertrude C.—‘Was it vou told me about that advertised letter?” Bill Luce—‘Yes; why?” Gertrude—‘It was utterly uncalled for.” Mr. Vivian (History WII.)—‘Who has charge of the Great Seal of the United States?” (expecting the answer, “the Sec- retary of State.” Shirley A —‘The proprietor of the Cliff I louse s Mr. Vivian-—“Have you your card?” reshie—““No, sir.” Mr. V—“then you can’t come in until vou get your admittance card.” ‘reshie—“How much is it?’ ‘rank McA. having borrowed 25¢)—“Oh, thank you! Words cannot repay you for this favor.” lenry Brush—“No, I don’t thing they can. yman Hehir-—“ W ees would you do if you stood in my shoes : 1 get a ‘snc Hazel G. (poutingly)—‘You had no busi- ness to kiss me.” � Ralph P— “But it wasn’t business; it was pleasure.” “Could you be content with love in a cot- tage?” timidly Oh yes,” inquired Ralph W. “What on the size of a house, we could answered Gladys C. we saved put into the antomobile.” Soap long deferred, maketh the dirt stick. Leap before you look; then look—foolish. Cater st: bird?” —“What is your favorite Annabel L.—‘The Martin, of course.” 12—“Tsn’t Noonan nearly done here?” 1i—“Ves; a couple more flunks will fin- ish him.” Gilkey—“Did you carry out those ideas I gave you about making “The Echo” more interesting?” Editor—‘No; the janitor did.” Everything in the JEWELRY LINE M. F. NOACK 535 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA A Comet Episode Time—3 :30 a. m. Place--Forsyth residence. Telephone bell rings. Papa Forsyth (sleenily )—‘“Hello.” Adah S.—‘“‘Hello! Is that you, Dad? Is Mervyn there?” Dad-—“Yes; he’s asleep. Anything im- portant?” Adah—‘Oh no; I just wanted to talk with him.” “Gee,” said the Freshman, when he had put on his cap which had shrunken as a re- sult of yesterday’s rain. “Won’t the folks to hum be surprised to find how much my bain has pushed by shull out.” The iollowing little incident occurred just before Jack Sibbald graduated: “Miss O'Meara,” said Jack, with a deep feeling of gratitude. “I am indebted to you for all I know.” “Oh, don’t mention such a trifle,” replied Miss O'Meara. THE ECHO. Some of the students are becoming so filed with English that they can scarcely speak intelligently. At one of the recent fires someone exclaimed, “Dickens, Howitt Burns!” IN FAREWELL Sing songs with joy o’erflowing. With joy our hearts are thrilling. Amputate his golden tresses ; Roll up his trousers to the knee Mr. Rickard, who had happened to step into the parlor while looking for a book, was just in time to see somebody hastily slip off someone else’s knee. “Ah’ Elsie,” he observed, pleasantly. “This is a merger, isn’t it; or it it a limited partnership?” “Neither, papa,’ said Elsie, recovering herself instantly. “Shirley is my holding company—that’s ail 535 FOURTH ST. SANTAROSA, CAL. THE ECHO. ———————————— eS SSN A pair out canoeing Yo change seats essayed, And these are the bubbles— O O O O O O O O That sinking they made. Miss ©’Meara was heard to make this statement in Ene. V: “I want a man.” To Be Sure When we think of Ireland’s woes. our hearts go pity—Pat! Senior—“In Russia they never say, ‘What's in a name?’ ” Freshie—‘Why not?” Senior—“It’s taken for granted that it is the whole alphabet.” What Makes a Case? A pretty face, a frat pin that can change its place, A dance program filled with just one name; hate of chaperoning dame; A flunk card to pay for stolen joy, nd last of all-—a lemon. Miss Wirt (Eng. VI.)—“This period the class may write on “The Result of Lazi- ness.” t the end of the period Russell S. hand- ed in as his composition, a blank paper. Senior—‘Why are Hudson’s athletic notes like a saloon?” Freshie—“Tll pass.” f Senior—‘Why, because they are full of spirit.” THE ECHO. Mr. Searcy—‘ Why are you late?” Mervyn F.—“The bell rang before I got liere.” Roy K.—‘My uncle used to smoke his pipe and blow rings that would float across the room and ring the door knob.” Weston A.—‘ My uncle used to blow some that would ring the door bell Miss Wirt—‘Ralph, what are execra- ) tions! Ralph Potter (who has forgotten) annoy- ed—“Curses !” Miss Wirt—“‘Correct.” Mr. Vivian (Hist. V.—“Yes, Walpole was patriotic, but what was he worse than that?” OUR QUESTION or not to be, Was by Hamlet once “thunk,” But the question that confronts us, Is to flunk, or not to flunk.’—Ex. Mr. Searcy—‘“‘All algebra problems If this happens again, I'll teli your mother.” Kathryn S.— ma did ’em Rachel Lee— Do you believe it possibl Perry L.— Oh, ves—between meals.” NOTICE—A new rooming house for ular High boys. Lee Bros.’ Office. THE ECHO. a a a ea ee ee eee ee le en ee STUDENTS! Patronize Our ADVERTISERS THE ECHO. Mr. Vivian (Hist. 1V.)—“Now class, you must cut out using so much slang.” A pair went out “bubbling,” And broke the speed law; The auto turned turtle And here’s what they saw— Guess What Happened As he met her in the darkened hall He whispered, “I'll bring you some roses.” What think you this answer irrelevant? She said, ‘““How cold your nose is.” “Now I lay me down to sleep, Right down in my little bunk; I pray that I may die tonight, In order to save another flunk.” Vera: Some people are never satisfied. For ex- ample, the prisoner who complained of the literature that the prison angel gave him to read: “Nutt’n but continued stories,” he erumbled. “An’ I’m to be hanged next Tuesday.” Jo RR. PEP rO ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Room 304, Santa Rosa Bank Building C.R. PERRIER ATTORNEY-AT-LAW PHONE 184 Room 206, Santa Rosa Bank Building Dr. D. H. Leppo DENTIST (Class 1895) Union Trust-Savings Bank Building, Santa Rosa, Cal. Phone: Office, 361; Residence, 4781]J Dr. E. H. Crawford DENTIST Above White House PHONE 216Y ORD, P. ANDERSON---’86 DEN ELSI: Union Trust Phone Santa Rosa, Bank Building 479 California Office Phone, 243R Residence Phone, 243 Y DR. G. W. MALLORY Exchange Bank Building SANTA ROSA : = CALIFORNIA St. Rose Drug Store Fourth and A Streets Santa Rosa, Cal. The Place Where You Get a SQUARE DEAL WM. McK. STEWART - - Proprietor LEE BROS. CO. Express and Draying Will call at your residence and check your baggage to any point on California Northwestern No Extra Charge for Checking Brooks Clothing Co. YOUNG MEN’S NOBBY SUITS FOR SPRING 509 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA Cordingley’s Cyclery BICYCLE REPAIRING AUTO TIRE WORK 412 Mendocino St. - - - Santa Rosa Lorene O.—‘ Why do people make such a fuss over tennis?” Don G.——“No doubt because they always have a racket when they play it.” E.R. SAWYER Watches, Diamonds, Jewelry 529 Fourth St. (Jacobs’ Candy Store) Santa Rosa THE ECHO. BARNETT READING REAL ESTALE FIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT INSURANCE 629 FOURTH STREET, SANTA ROSA California Oyster Market and Grill LEADING RESTAURANT Fourth St., Bet A and B HODGSON -HENDERSON CO. MEN’S FURNISHING GOODS AND CLOTHING 517 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA Santa Rosa Have You Tried Jacobs’ Jar Taffies? If not? Why not? When in Want of Flour Ask For_Lag ROSE BRAND NEW MILL NEW MANAGEMENT SANTA ROSA FLOUR MILLS CO . H. H. MOKE W. B. WARD MRS. N. E. MOKE Class of ’90 MOKE WARD FUNERAL DIRECTORS 418 FOURTH STREET THE ECHO. CANDY and ICE CREAM A. D. SKINKLE Formerly C. T. SHERMAN'S FOURTH STREET - SANTA ROSA Pupil (whispering in next boy’s ear)— “Our teacher is a regular idiot.” Teacher (thinking the boy is forming a reply to her questicn)—“Come, young man, speak up: perhaps you are right.” a N. BACIGALUPI SON Groceries and Provisions PHONE 245 134 Fourth Sf. - Santa Rosa eS C. Nielsen A. Nielsen SANTA ROSA FURNITURE CO. Sole Agents for Liggett Springs and Best Mattresses on Earth Chas. Jurman 398-330 Fourth Street, Cor. A Phone 372 ES Walton H.— ‘When I get interested in a subject. | don’t wait until I have embraced it thoroughly.” Alice L.—‘How perfectly delightful! Do —do vou consider me at interesting sub- ject?” When in school use a Sonoma Fountain Pen. PRICE $1.00. Every Pen Guaranteed. Ten Per Cent Discount to Students. Made Expressly for TEMPLE SMITH 611 FOURTH STREET SANTA ROSA Pens May Be Taken Out on Approval. el Cc. R. Sund J. H. Gates Sunrise Shoeing Parlors BLACKSMITHING AND REPAIRING eens ae HIGH SCHOOL PINS HIGH SCHOOL HAT PINS HIGH SCHOOL SPOONS JOHN HOOD Sign of the Big Clock JEWELER SANTA ROSA W.S, HOSMER SON SCHOOL BOOKS MUSIC AND STATIONERY Phene 87 The Best Store for the Economical Housewife SONOMA COUNTY FRUIT PRODUCE CO., Inc. Good Place for Good Groceries FOURTH AND WILSON STS. - - SANTA ROSA Free Delivery Phone 50 Eugene C. Farmer PRESCRIPTION DRUGGIST yor Fourth St., CoriD =) = = Santa Rosa Phone 549R AMERICAN BAKERY High-Grade Cakes, Pies and Pastry 208-210 Fourth Street SANTA ROSA BOTTLING WORKS Bottlers of all High-Grade SODA WATER P. MOORE, Prop. Phone 472L L. E. JONES, Prop. IF YOU BUY CLOTHING and Gents’ Furnishing t Goods FROM US MADE CLOTHES KEEGAN BROS. SECOND-HAND GOODS BOUGHT, SOLD AND EXCHANGED AT GARDINER BROS. 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BERKA Dealer in all Kinds of BUILDING MATERIAL 424 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA ae ES ine NK ) OK 4 Ce ANB) “THE EGHO” To the Freshmen This issue of The Echo is Dedicated CONTENTS COVER DESIGN.......... Howard Gilkey A LADY IN HASTE.......... Alice Letold SCHOOL NOTES THE FRESHMEN EDITORIALS ALUMNI NOTES GOVERNING BOARD REPORT GIRLS’ ATHLETICS BOYS’ ATHLETICS JOKES ADS—Read Them. ’ 13 THoGL GCGHO VoL, II SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA, AUGUST, 1910 No. 1 A LADY IN HASTE Alice Letold DYN ATE shook her dust cloth out of the window, and paused to fasten back a fragrant spray of honey- suckle that had ventured away from the trellis, and was bending to peep under the dining-room shade. “Oh, but I’m glad it’s such a lovely day.” She waved her duster automatically, and stood looking longingly down the cool, shady street, flecked with dancing sun- beams. She was still deep in her revery when her mother called, “Kate, aren't you nearly through? They'll be here in half an hour.” Kate gave her duster one more energetic flap, and turned to answer. “Yes, mamma, nearly ready. - Roy’s room is done. Wont I be glad to see him! Just think, he hasn’t been home since he enter- ed Stanford. I wonder what his chum is like. He’s such a shark that I’m afraid of him already. I wish Roy had invited him for this fall, instead of bringing him up to see me graduate. My, doesn’t that sound grown up? Well, everything of mine is ready for tonight, and all laid out in state, so I'll finish up here, and cut some flowers for the rooms. You can leave the straw- berries for me. I'll pick them over while you change your dress.” ry She finished the dusting of the room, drew the shades down, to give it the proper degree of cool darkness, and after a final glance, to assure herself that :everything was in order, went into the garden. As she selected the roses, she sang softly to her- self one of the class songs, “Come Where the Voils Are Singing.” She was inter- rupted by a voice from the next yard, “V eg-tables ?” Laying down scissors and flowers, she tapped on the kitchen window, and called, “Oh, Mamma, Joe’s here. What do you want? Oh, alright, I'll get the things— lettuce and asparagus, uh huh. Two pounds string beans if he has them. AlI- right.” She went out to the wagon, without stop- ping to take off her dust-cap or apron. Joe was busy just then with another customer, so she climbed up on the back to examine the assortment of vegetables, and make her selection at her leisure. She was standing there, poking among the boxes and bags, and waiting for Joe to return, when a boy passed with some fashion sheets. He toss- ed one toward her, but a vagrant breeze caught it and twirled it into the face of one of the unsuspecting horses. I do not know whether it was the sight of the sum- mer fashion that terrified the poor beast, or simply the rustle of the paper. But in an instant all was changed. The horses were galloping madly down the street, and Kate, after clinging desperately to the side, managed to pull herself up and over into the bed of the wagon, safe, but minus a slipper. There she sat, enthroned among the boxes and baskets, while her scared white face peered wildly out from beneath the frills of her dust cap. Too frightened to scream, she crouched there in dump THE ECHO. despair, while the horses turned the corner and went tearing down College avenue, the wagon swaying crazily from side to side, and the contents shifting at every jump, while she clutched desperately at whatever her fingers touched. ‘The chief thought in her mind was, “Now something’s going to happen; now something’s going to happen,” she repeated it over and over again, “and I can’t grad- uate tonight after all!” Another turn, and they were speeding out Mendocino avenue to Fourth. Teams and automobiles respectively gave them the right of way. They struck the street-car track on Fourth with a jar, the wheels skid- ded violently, throwing Kate backward. A box of lettuce, half a dozen heads of cab- bage, the scales, two baskets, and a general assortment of soup vegetables, went over- board. The cover of the sauer kraut can flew off, and half the contents of the keg impartially distributed itself over Kate, from her cap to her slipper. She never had liked this vegetable very much, and this intimate association in public, added most materially to her distaste for it, as well as to her personal appearanc e. She wiped her face and eyes with the corner of her apron, and was trying to shake some of it off her dress when she heard a horrified exclama- tion, “Why, that’s Kate!” and had a fleeting glimpse of her brother and his immaculate chum, suitcase in hand, and in faultless col- lege dress, standing in shocked amazement on the sidewalk. “Oh, what crazy stunt do you suppose he thinks I’m doing now? Roy never will believe it’s an accident. He’ll say it’s just another of my fool performances.” The horses swung about, narrowly miss- ing a hydrant. Kate never found out how many of her acquaintances she passed. That ride seemed a kaleidoscope of mixed colors and faces. There were groups of Juniors, loaded down with palms and trail- ing vines, all on their way to the school to decorate for commencement, and they look- ed with surprise and amazement at the ap- partition of a dignified Senior, sitting in a vegetable wagon and taking a morning ride, unattended. .A few Freshies giggled ecstatically as they pointed her out. One or two athletes sprinted after her, and Kate’s feelings were mixed, uncertain whether to take her chances alone, or be caught by her classmates in her untidy state. Another turn, and they sped north, whip- ping in and out till they struck College ave- nue, up which they fled as if the witches were after them. Kate saw and passed more of her friends and classmates in that wild ride than she had ever met in any one day outside of the school-room. On one corner stood a group of five, laden with flowers, while crossing slowly, with vines trailing in the dust, and a big armiul of palms effectually concealing the road from her, was a fellow-Senior, utterly unconscious of any danger _ till from the group— “Oh, Lulu, look! Run, run, Lulu, run!” She started, tripping and stumbling over the greenery, till nearly across, then went down complete- ly in a cloud of dust, just as the team flew by, Kate’s last view being Edna leaning on the fence and having hysyterics all by her- self, while Lulu was the center of solicitous attention. The horses were becoming weary by this time, and had begun to slow down, when two bicyclists peddling madly, over- took them, and they were stopped. It was her brother, Roy, and his chum. Kate was hastily lifted out, and, after a searching glance, Roy pronounced himself satisfied as to her identity, in spite of the dust-cap and sauer kraut. The formidable chum. now biting his lips in a vain endeavor to conceal his mirth, was duly presented. Kate bowed stiffly, and a cucumber pickle that had somehow found lodgment in her cap, tumbled out and spatted softly on the ce- ment. That was too much, and even she screams galvanized her into action. herself joined in the shout of laughter that THE ECHO. followed. But she recovered herself, when she saw approaching, the august form of the class preseident. “For gracious sake, let’s get away,” she cried, turning and limping swiftly around the corner, only to confront the principal. The blank amazement that overspread his face as his eyes. fell upon her, was comment enough on her appearance, and the stam- mered words, “Oh, good afternoon—why—what is— why have you had an accident?” showed his surprise. Kate explained briefly, and, as a number of people were joining the group, Roy sug- gested that they move on. “I can’t walk home with only one slip- per,’ she expostulated. “Well’ can’t you ride one of the wheels, then?” “Me? A man’s wheel?” she cried, after a scandalized glance at them. “Wild horses couldn’t tempt me to try it. I think I’ve done about enough for one day. It seems to me that you might at least go after my shoe, in stead of standing there grinning like a ‘chessy cat..” With which scathing remark Kate hobbled over to the curbing, where she sat down to wait in dig- nified silence for the next move. “There’s one thing that I can be thankful for,” thought Kate, “and that is, that it’s too late to get into The Echo. But it surely would make racy reading,’’ she added, and chuckled softly at her pun. Joe, himself, now put in an appearance, and immediately set about finding out whether his property was damaged. After satisfying himself that “nothing was broke,” he graciously offered Kate a _ ride home, which she accepted with the remark, that, “she never started anything she couldn’t finish,” and “she might as well see the whole thing through, now.” That Roy and his chum would not know what had become of her, made not the slightest difference to Kate. In fact, it rather pleased her to escape them. “Serve them right if they do miss me!” she muttered vindicatively, as she rode away. When she presented herself to her mother’s horrified gaze, that good lady threw up her hands in amazement, as she cried, “Kate, in the name of all that’s wonder- ful, what have you been doing now?” But Kate stalked haughtily on; deigning no explanation till her own room was reached, and she could give vent to her feelings freely. “And I am going to stay in my room. I don’t want any lunch, and I don’t care what they think. I am not go- ing to meet that horrid thing and be laugh- ed at.” And in her room she stayed. Meanwhile, “the horrid thing,’ whose name was Jerry, was sitting on the front porch, where Roy entertained him with ac- counts of some of the wildest of Kate’s es- capades, and Kate herself, sitting by the window of her room above the porch, heard every word, and raged silently as she plot- ted wild schemes of vengeance. “Just you wait, Mister Roy; I'll have my turn all right; you’ll see.” That evening when she came down stairs, arrayed in all the splendor of her graduat- ing gown, Kate was met by two sedate young gentlemen, who gravely presented her with a bouquet of red and white roses, and ferns, daintly ribboned, and with a card attached bearing the words, “Best wishes, from a pair of life preservers.” But the red roses were carefully carved from beets, and the white ones from white turnips. The ferns were feathery carrot tops. Kate flush- ed resentfully at first, but the twinkle in Jerry’s eyes was irresistible. She laughed, and extended her hand, saying frankly, “Tl forgive, if you'll forget. Is it a bar- gain?” Mervyn F.—“Oh, speaking of electricity, that makes me think—” Adah S. (sweetly) —“Really, Mervyn: isn’t 1t remarkable what electricity can do?” THE ECHO. LOST! STRAYED! STOLEN! Dorothy Westrup, ’12 WAS nearing one of the shops, in a little town of England, one day, when out of the door hurried a young American woman, Mrs. Merton, whom I Looking up and down the knew slightly. street anxiously, she caught sight of me and said rather wildly as I bowed and would have passed on. “Oh, please, have you seen anything of Teddy?” “Teddy!” I repeated in “Y ou—mean-—your—-er—” “No, no!” she cried, ‘““My sister’s—that is the worst of it—she would be wild if I should lose him! Oh, we must find him; we must!” “Yes, yes, of course we'll find him,” I assured her, and thereupon I began to look up and down the street, also. “Do you think that he might have gone home?” I ventured, as there was no sign of Teddy anywhere along the street. “Why, perhaps he has,” she said, bright- ening. “He knows the way home, I think, as we live not far from here. astonishment. But, would you—would you-—mind, if, that is, would it be too much trouble to ask you to come with me, so in case we don’t find him you could notify the police or something?” she quer- ied, distress written plainly on her face. ! assured her it would be no trouble at all and that I would be glad to be of assist- ance to her. As we walked along in the direction of her home, both watching furtively for the runaway, | asked her to tell me something about Teddy. “Oh, he is such a darling!” she began en- thusiastically. “He has the dearest curly, brown hair and the brightest brown eyes in his cute, little face. He’s so good, and Oh, he is too cute in a little red coat that Edith, my sister, made him! I know you'd love him; you couldn’t help it!” “Indeed!” said I, rather doubtfully, for I'm not passionately found of youngsters. “How old did you say he is?” I interro- gated. S “IT don’t think I said, did 1?” she laughed, “but he has acquired the great age of three years.” “By Jove!’ I exclaimed, “I didn’t realize he was as young as that. I should fancy you are alarmed about his being out on this thoroughfare alone,’ and I hastened my steps, for 1 had visions of dashing horses or speeding motors crushing the life out of the poor, little chap. Mrs. Newton looked up at me as I said this, and seeing that I had now really worried and anxious, her face paled become and her voice quivered, as she said: “You see, now, Mr. Pierman, how fright- ened [ am, and I am so much more anxious because he isn’t mine. He is everything to her. Oh, she will be wild—wild if any- thing should happen to him. Oh, dear me! Can’s you see him?” [I tried to calm her, and told her I felt sure we would find him safe and sound somewhere, but as we passed block after block, with no sign of him, my anxiety was not lessened. On the contrary, my com- panion was very quiet now; so quiet, in fact, that I looked down at her, and to my sonsternation, I found she was struggling hard to keep the tears back. ing woman always sets me on edge, for I never know what she is going to do next, and on this occasion it was the last straw, and I blurted out, “Please don’t do that-— ah—can’t you see that— ah—oh that it won’t be any use—that it won't do any good?” Now, a weep- dont you know “You s—stupid! I can’t h—help it,’’ she wailed. “S—suppose I should n—never see dear little T--Ted again—I d—don’t know what my sister—but the last was incoherent THE ECHO. as she sobbed in her handkerchief, no doubt thinking [ was a most inhuman wretch. But I was provoked. “Of all beastly situations!” I muttered, swinging my cane viciously in air, vowing never again to help a weeping American woman find a nursing Teddy, and stalked ahead. But just then we were neariny a stately residence, in South Park Row, and upon hearing a little cry of delight and sur- prise, ] turned and saw my late companion flying through the gate and up to the steps, stooping there into her arms. and gathering something “Did zee poor lil fellow come home all by his self, and didn’t he get runned over at allie—well ducky boy —,” came waited in the air to my astonished ears. “See, Mr. Pierman!” she called, holding up her prize, “Here’s Teddy!” I gasped, and nearly lost my ballance, for in her arms, arrayed in a scarlet coat, was— a curly, brown, lap-dog! A DISCOVERY IN TIME Edith Sanford OVE ANET sat on the steps of (@) the front porch, her head in her hands. She was looking forlornly, even ot aaah at a newspaper lying at her feet. All of a sudden, as she could stand it no longer, she burst forth in a flood of tears. “Janet! what in the world has gone wrong?” asked an elderly lady, as she ap- peared in the doorway. “Just read this, grandmother,” said the girl, as she dried her eyes and handed the lady the paper. The grandmother adjusted her spectacles and then read the article to which her granddaughter had referred her. “Oh, grandmother! what shall I ever do?” wailed Janet, when her grandmother had finished reading and dropped into a chair. She buried her face in the motherly lap and burst out afresh. “Well, dearie, I know it’s dreadful, but I see no way out of it now. How I do wish I were rich, and then you should have all the college your heart desired, but I guess there will be none for you this year. Dry your eyes, dear, and come into the house. Dinner is waiting and crying will not help matters any.’’ So Janet dried her tears and followed her grandmother inside. Janet had graduated from high school and had planned to go to college the next term, which would be the fall term. She, an orphan, was living with her grand- parents. They were a poor, aged couple, who could not afford such luxuries as a college education. So Janet worked hard during the summer vacation and earned a year’s tuition in college, College was to start in two weeks. She had made all her arrangements and was making great plans for her coming school year. And now, this great disappointment had come and spoiled everything. The bank in which she had her money had been robbed the day before, and she hadn’t a cent of it left. Janet’s grandmother had a large attic, full of old curiosities and many interesting things. Janet often went up there, when she was worried or in trouble, and forgot her sorrows by investigating the different things. So one day, after the robbery of the bank, she climbed the attic stairs to forget her disappointment in her old-time amusements, She was taking a pile of old papers from a shelf, when she noticed a knob on the wall. She dropped the papers and began to pull on it. She pulled and pulled and her heart beat faster and faster, as she wondered what the knob belonged to. At last, with a squeak and a jerk, a drawer came tumbling out, almost swift enough to knock her off her feet. Here was something new and interesting. THE ECHO. Janet thought she had looked at everything in the attic, but she had been mistaken. She lifted off a dingy old piece of cloth, which 3eneath she found old colonial gowns, of various styles and colors. She lifted out article after article, and amused herself by trying them on. She had picked up a pretty party gown, and was admiring it, when she heard some- lay on top. thing rustle like paper. Searching among its many folds, she found a small packet of letters. They were yellow with age, but were still sweet-scented and were tied with ritkbon. Janet examined them closely, par- ticularly the odd, old stamps. They looked interesting, and she wished she might open them and examine their contents, but dared not. Just then a bright idea struck her. She ran down stairs to her grandmother with the letters, and exclaimed, “Oh, grandmother! see what I found in the attic, in an old party gown. May I have the stamps on them?” “Yes, dear, but don’t destroy the letters. They were your great grandmother’s love letters, written years ago.” Janet eagerly took the stamps off, and then searched the newspapers. She soon found an add, which told her where old stamps were wanted. She sent her stamps to the place mentioned, and soon received quite a sum for them. They brought a bet- ter price than she expected, so she now had enough money, with what her grandfather could spare her, to pay her college expenses the next year. After making a few final arrangements, Janet started for her longed-for college, only a week late after all. SCHOOL NOTES The Santa Rosa schools opened again on the 22d of August, after a vacation of two The total enrollment of the High School is now 286, and out of this number months. 115 reside in non-high school districts. Since school closed on the third of June, the High School has undergone many im- provements, such as the varnishing of the throughout the building, and the installing of new desks in woodwork, various rooms, which lends a very neat appearance to the interior of the building. We also note many changes in the faculty. the position as superintendent of schools. Mr. Steele, who recently came from the San Jose High School, is the instructor in Mr. Brownscombe has now taken History. Mr. McConnell, a graduate of the Univer- sity of California, and a former graduate of the S. R. H. S., has charge of the Commer- cial Department. Miss Crane, who has been teaching the sciences during the last few years in the Bert Harte Union High School, has charge of the classes in Physics, Chemistry and Physical Geography, while Miss Abeel, a graduate of the S. R. H. S., has the classes in Freehand and Geomet- rical Drawing. A Commercial course has been introduc- ed into the High School this year, includ- ing Commercial Law, Commercial Arith- metic, Bookkeeping, and Typewriting. Many students have registered in all these classes. As they paddled along in a nook, Vera said fainly, “Why, Henry, look, In that oak, I declare— I see mistletoe there!” And the crew fished them out with a hook, eee THE ECHO. FRESHMEN Chas. Andrews, Frank Berry, Alessio settini, Lola Boyes, Charlotte Brendel, Shirley Brush, Natalie Bruning, Harry But- timer, Genevieve Collins, Daisy Cloud, Vida Clover, Charlie Chapman, Freyman Cole- man, Pauline Clark, Clara Churchill, Mil- dred Downing, Elmer Fresher, Frances Ed- gar, Helen Geary, Merle Goodfellow, Alfred Gimetti, Nona Gibson, Woster Gale, Fred Hatch, Herbert Hernden, Eva Holland, Gertrude Hood, Margaret Hatch, Fred Hawkes, Vernon Johnson, Ruth Johnson, Jessie Lingenfelter, Lucian Madison, Nor- man McPeak, Alvia Makee, Bruce Merman, Catherine Mack, Ruth McReynolds, Velma Miller, Clifton Nichols, Lucile Nichols Elaine Norton, Genzalriro Oka, Marshall Paxton, Bernice Packwood, Esther Pack- wood, Clarice Ellis, Fred Randall, Lillian Rectar, Vernie Robbins, Donald Seaton, Edward Sugarman, Lillian Stein, Sarah Sin- clair, Helen Sawyer, Dorothy Steele, Ethel Roberts, Elizabeth Talbot, Louis Towne, Juliet Tod, Mildred Turner, Mildred Thompson, Lorene Wheeler, Madge Wheel- er, Esther Yeager. THE ECHO Published every school month in the inter- ests of the Santa Rosa High School. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: C)ney WiGa i oncece- atte Se ee a are Se 75c Ore Merny. oe ese Sec ee nee eee OG Soy La Ted Cos G65 Dy ROWE Meer choo neem oe os rca ree I5¢ Subscriptions must be paid in advance. THE STAFF: Editor .......:....:-.:.......lLawrence Moore “11 Manaee tn stat nccery ree eee Roy Simpson ’12 Assistant Editor.......... Walton Hastings 11 { Dorothy Westrup ‘12 ” sate Edit ; Laverne Sutherland ’13 Associate Editors Edith Sanford 13 | Kathleen Miller aT ATE eet LOWward) Galleys t2 Toshesy ne eee Ava Litton 711 Erba Peugh ‘11 | Esther Miller ’13 ‘ Ames Peterson ‘12 | Carrie St. Clair ’12 ee ee ee Vernon Ross ’12 Assistants Athletics, Boys . Petal heel (Crk Gy! sa orm eae Lily Lewis..’11 Governing Board Report....Geo. Duncan ’11 School and Alumni Notes......Nan Gould ‘11 _— — THE ECHO. WHAT THE EDITORS THINK Freshman! Take a little advice from those who have been over the road before you. In the first place, make yourself feel at home. The sooner you get acquainted with everybody, the sooner will you become ac- customed to your new surroundings. The best way to adapt yourself to the new conditions is to be “alive.” Pay your dues. Make it your business to know what is going on, and what everything means. There are only two ways of finding out: First, subscribe to The Echo. It is the offi- cial magazine; published by and in the inter- est of all the students, including Freshies It will tell vou everything that happens, every- thing that is going to happen, and much that never has nor never shall happen. Second, attend the meetings of the Gov- erning Board. They are always public. By doing so, you can get further insight into school activities. But do not be content to simply know what is happening. Get busy and make things happen. The sooner you learn to play basketball, the sooner will you make the team. If you do not join the training squad now, it will be a long time before you win an orange “S” to sport among your fellows. We are sure you would “make a hit” it you coult get a story or poem print- ed in The Echo. So start in now, and try your luck. Remember that training your brain is not half of what there is to be gained in High School. It is more important to train your muscles than it is to learn how to translate whole chapters of musty Latin. You can ride through that on a “pony’—- we speak from experience—but if you de- sire a broad nair of shoulders, strong lungs, and a good physique, you must don the “upper” at once. Get busy, Freshy; wear off the rough edges, and “make good.” WANTED By “The Associated Student Body”—One reliable yell leader. ‘“Stick-to-it-iveness” required. By the track team—Two league cham- pionships. Several other victories badly needed. Not handling defeats this season. By The Echo—150 new subscribers. See the manager at once. By The Echo—A large number of jokes, stories and special articles. Consult the editor. By the Treasurer—All students to pay their dues, promptly. By the entire Student Body—A large number of “E’s” and holiday. Prepared to accept any quantity. ALUMNI NOTES Miss Jean Ross, a graduate of the June class, 1910, entered the University of Cali- fornia at the beginning of the fall semister. The following S. R. H. S. graduates en- tered the San Francisco Normal this year: Beulah Lockwood, Mary Shephard, Beu- lah Miller, Nellie Lonergan, Minnie Cooper, Maud Hinds and Grace Hinds. Miss Anita Haub and Constance Mader have entered Stanford University. Miss Edna Crane is now a student at Ue Miss Mildred Peterson has entered the San Jose Normal. Miss Dora Pierson, a former graduate of the S. R. H. S., has secured a position as teacher in the Fremont school. NOTICE All material for the September number of The Echo must be received by Septem- ber 16. Hand jokes to Ava Litton, and stories to Lawrence Moore. Lyman H.—‘You'll think of me some- times,” Gladys H.—‘You will always be green in my memory.” STUDENT BODY OFFICERS Presidé@ntit-.c.o:00c--- .........Walton Hastings First Vice-President.......... Carroll McIntosh Second Vice-President.............. Ava Litton Secretarys -- poems eatery George Duncan Preasunen es ee es ee ISS, ye Piieipaloes- cy ee serene eee IS CALCY, Faculty Representative.......... Mit otecle Manager of Papet....... ee eae Roy Simpson FEGIEOE (Ott aADeb eer eee Lawrence Moore S. N. S. A. L. Representative..Charles Clark sp Tacky Gat pbaniicsccesace one. aeceeesesee es Will Lambert ‘Track. (Manager .25 .eeee Earl Wilson Hootball Captain... 2a: — Football Manager......................Shirley Abeel Baseball Canta: .- .4-..- Earl Wilson Baseball Manager. 2.22. sc Will Lambert Boys’ Basketball Captain............Earl Wilson 3oys’ Basketball Manager..Lawrence Moore Girls’ Basketball Captain...... Girls’ Basketball Manager............ Lily Lewis Welleaden ice x aetenccioss ecu —— 8th Term Representative....Ophelia Caldwell 7th Term Representative........ Harry Norton 6th Term Representative........ Charles Clark 5th Term Representative.......... Vernon King ...Chester Gore ...Hattie Brand 4th Term Representative.... 3rd Term Representative... 2nd Term Representative...... Soe gisecaecieee ecto textes Clerendon Anderson 1st Term Representative........ Bruce Merman THE ECHO. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS Basketball can now be commenced by the S. R. H. S. girls for the next year. All the girls have had a long vacation and now is the time when they need exercise, and bas- ketball is where you get the exercise. The S.R. H. S. has lost its old team, with the exception of two; but this is no reason why it cannot have a winning team. There is some excellent material among the “Freshmen.” They need only encourage- ment to make a team which will be hard to beat. Practicing has not as yet begun, but very soon the girls will start and then after prac- ticing a while nothing will stop them. The team has not been picked out, so every girl in the S. R. H. S. has a grand chance to get on the team by just coming out to practice, Girls, don’t stand back and leave it all for the next one. Get in and dig. If we expect S. R. H. S. to have a girls’ basketball team we have got to help, by giving all the encouragement we can. If you can’t play basketball or cannot be on the team, help the rest along. ‘They need your assistance. BOYS’ ATHLETICS Che track team will be the most impor- tant of our school athletics this term. Bas- ketball will not be on for several weeks. Baseball will not materialize until spring. Football is doubtful. So it is “up to us” to make the most of track right now. ‘Train- ing is already well under way. The fellows are doing things right from the start. We have plenty of material for a winning team, and the only thing that stands between them and victory is many long weeks of hard training. We lost many of our best men last June, but there are plenty of good ones to take their places, and to hold up the honor of the school. A few of these are: Wilson, McIntosh, Clark, Lambert, Drake and King. ‘These men made a showing on the track last year, of which no school need feel ashamed. Freshmen, ,we welcome you into our ath- letics. We are glad to receive you. Your husky physiques and earnest faces appeal to us. We are waiting to see what you can do. We believe you will not disappoint us. We also extend a hearty welcome to our new coaches, Mr. Steel and Mr. McConnell. These men are both athletic enthusiasts, and should fill us with the zeal which spells “Victory.” Mr. Steel is a graduate of Cali- fornia, and last year coached the track team of the San Jose High School. Mr. McConnell, too, is a graduate of California, and is also a graduate of our own school. With these two men to coach us and urge us on, we need not feel doubtful of results. They doubtless expect much of us, and so we of them. Then, let us all wofk hard ‘so that neither shall be disappointed. Here’s to Victory! May she be ours! FRESHMEN, TAKE NOTICE! All Freshmen (Freshies) are requested to leave their perambulators in their re- spective basements. Attendants, please wait in the front office. Freshies, do not sit by and let the upper classmen josh you. They think you are green, but really you are not. You can get even. Get a lot of good jokes on Sopho- mores, Juniors and Seniors, and put them in the study hall josh box. Miss Meize will attend all cuts, bruises, etc., and kiss all bumped heads. (For Fresh- men only.) A nursery, with the latest improvements, is being prepared for all Freshmen. The Freshies will then feel more at home than if they were compelled to sit in the study hall with the dignified Seniors. Rosalind, eloquently presenting the great- ness of her sex, cried out: “Take away woman and what would follow 2?” From the back of the room came a clear, boyish voice: “We would!” Mr. Searcy—“‘How much is two and one?” Fresh Freshie —‘A crowd.” JORES us MODERN MOTHER GOOSE (St. Ives) As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives; Each wife had seven rats, Puffs, curls, braids and hats. Rats, curls, hats, wives, How manv were going to St. Ives? Rachel L.—‘ You look bad this morning.” Skip—‘I have a cold or something in my head,” Rachel—‘“It must be a cold.” MILLINERY MARY Mary, Mary, Millinery, What does your garden grow? Plumes and wings and fruit and things, And buckles and pins all in a row. A young man, as poor as could B Loved a girl who was way up in G; To her he declared, “I love U, And would we were 1 instead of 2.” She replied, “It’s papa U must C; Now he feels blue; father said, “23. ” As boyhood’s days come back to me, The starting tear my vision blurs; Then pa oft took me on his knee, But ma, she took me over her’s. —Ben Drake, Senior. Mr. Searcy (to a little Freshie)—“Nor- man McPeak, are you making faces at Helen Fraser?” Norman Mc.-—‘ Please, Mr. Searcy, no, sir; I was trying to smile and my face slip- ped.” . ee me THE ECHO. 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SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA, SEPTEMBER, 1910 THE GEYSERS Walton Hastings fortune last summer to be permitted to visit, in com- pany with four relatives, the Geysers, which are lo- cated in the northeastern section of Sonoma county. The country in which they are situated is wild, and rather lonely; the nearest town, Cloverdale, being about sixteen miles distant, and there being places where you travel for miles without seeing a sign of human habitation. Most of the Geysers are in a canyon. which is commonly known as the “main canyon,” which is a little over a half mile long, and slopes to the southwest. The trail follows the creek for the first half of the way; which makes that part of the trip a regular scramble over the rocks, and boul- ders. For a short distance the canyon is very narrow, its walk being almorst per- pendicular, and overhung with thick foliag- ed trees, which darken the miniature gorge, and give it a rather picturesque appearance. As we stopped for a moment, to gain our breath, the guide scraped from the side of the cliff some small glistening crystals, which he handed to us with an invitation to taste them. We did, each watching the faces of the others in the party; an expres- sion of surprise was quickly followed by one of disgust, which was in turn succeeded by an attempt to dislodge the taste. Then a murmur, which was none other than that of “Epsom Salts!” went around the little When our guide had subdues his T was my extreme good circle. merriment at our facial contortions, he in- formed us that a chemical analysis of some of the material had shown it to be ninety- nine per cent pure, and from the taste, I firmly believed him. After resuming our climb we soon came out into that part of the canyon where the real geysers are. From this point to the top of the gorge there is absolutely no vege- tation of any sort. The walls are a seething mass of bubbling, steaming, queer smelling holes. The trail led us past several pools of min- eral water, of sorts, the medicinal qualities of which, our guide propounded to us with elaborate phraseology. But profiting by our former experiences, we tasted them in a most sparing manner. About half way to the top of the main canyon, we came across a mineral formation, of which our guide did not know the name. Nevertheless, it was of great interest to us. It resembled pulverized sulphur, both in form and color. Upon the guide's instruc- tions, I stuck the tip of my finger into the powder, then wiped off all of the chemical which the eye could see, and placing the fin- ger on the tip of my tongue, cautiously tast- ed it. I am convinced that there was more sourness in that one taste, than I have ever tasted before; or will taste in the future. We next came to a small pool which con- tained perhaps five gallons of water. The result of bathing the hands in this liquid was almost marvelous. The joints of the fingers and wrists became extremely supple; THE ECHO. eS the effect lasting for about an hour. From this point on, the water in the creek began to get hotter and hotter, and we passed several little sputtering, bubbling crevices. We now had but four or five hundred feet of the main canyon through which to pass; and without fear of contradiction, I firmly believe there was more crowded into that distance than in its equal anywhere in the State of California. a little projecting cliff; the principal part of I shall never forget that great sight. A small por- tion of the right-hand cliff here, has been designated as the “Devil’s kitchen.” It con- tains the following utensils of “His Satanic Majesty”: the coffee cup, tea kettle, grist mill, punch bowl, and range. The two most interesting are the tea kettle and the grist mill. The tea kettle is a large pool, circular in form, about twelve feet in diameter, and takes up the whole creek bed. The water is of such an intense heat that it boils up to a height of eighteen inches. A cloud of steam arises from this “devilish place.” This pool is the cause of the water being so warm, in the creek some distance below. The g rist mill is a large hole in the cliff, which emits a continuous grinding, grating, sound. The path is of varying tempera- tures, varying from hot, up to ———. I can sincerely recommend this part of the climb to all people affected with “cold feet.” Our interest was aroused by a little pool, of a most delicate shade of green, close to the path. Seeing our attention drawn that way, our guide told us that it was deadly poison; being almost pure copperas. The final climb to the top was somewhat severe, and just as we reached the summit, the guide showed us the “Devil, himself.” A sharp point in the bluff showed very dis- tinctively the outlines of that fiendish coun- tenance, fashioned by the hand of nature, and placed at the very climax of his do- mains; ever under his silent, yet watchful care. When the top of the canyon was at last Upon coming around the geyers lay before our eyes. reached, we were all ready ior a rest; so gathering in a small group on the edge of the bluff, overhanging the “Devil’s kitchen,” for a last look down the main canyon, our guide related to us an old Indian legend, concerning that precipice. The story is as follows: In the early history of the Cali- fornia Indians, two of the tribe’s the Temu- schals and the Sotoyones, in what is now Sonoma county, met in the Geyser country, when on the warpath. The chief of the Sotoyome’s had a most beautiful daughter, Wawona. The chief of the Temuschals had a stalwart son. ‘The two young people fell deeply in love; so upon the evening before the great battle of the tribes, the lovers met on the cliff, to plan an elopement. Both chiefs, suspecting the affection of the chil- dren, rushed madly to the scene, reaching it simuitaneously. As the irate parents hove in sight over the brow of the hill, the lovers, clasped in each other’s arms, leaped directly into the seething, boiling pit below. The old legend goes on to relate how the Indians believe that when the moon shines brightly, the spirits of the two devoted lovers may be seen rising, and floating in the cloud of steam ascending from the canyon below. Leaving the main canyon, a small ridge is crossed, which is sparcely covered with shrub oaks. While passing through here, the guide told me to stick a few of the oak balls in my pocket, for future use. Coming out of this small grove, the path leads ab- ruptly around the brow of a small knoll, and you find yourself on the floor of the old crater. The sides are strewn with all sorts of lava formation, the most unique being that of large lumps, weighing approximately a couple of pounds, of burnt umber and burnt sienna, melted together. There are numerous little sputtering openings dotting the surface of the earth. These blow holes from a sulphurous de- posit, which chemical analysis has proven to be ninety-eight per cent pure sulphur, or a little better than the average commercial product. Upon setting some of it afire, we THE ECHO. en SS A A were very quickly and thoroughly con- vinced that it was genuine. Our guide then told us that the floor of the crater was merely a crust. This called forth a series of comments from the whole party, which led to his proving his state- ment. Picking up a large rock, weighing perhops sixty pounds, he let it drop, on the center of the floor. The result was, a se- vere vibration, and rumbling. Though as- sured that there was absolutely no danger, it was surprising how little we could find of interest awaiting our observation, till we were out of the place. Going down into a little ravine, we came to what is known as the “steamboat gey- ser.” This was originally a large pit emit- ting great quantities of steam. In order to find its actual force, a piece of two-inch pipe was stuck in the center of it, then the pit was filled in with dirt and rock. The result is, that the steam shoots up to a height of about twenty feet. “Now,” said the guide, “Put one of those oak balls on that pipe and see what happens.” By toss- ing them into the escaping steam they were thrown high in the air. This geyser was not surrounded by any particular chemical deposit, as were all the other large ones. We had now completed the trip among the regular geysers, though there is one other, which furnished us _ considerable amusement. It is known as the “Old Growl- er,’ and is a quarter of a mile from any of the others, being in a different canyon. It lies in a large crevice in the rock, and keeps up a continuous rumbling, day and night. It is practically on the same level as the creek, which is about fourteen feet wide; it influences the temperature of the water in an odd manner. The most curious feature being that for a distance of about forty feet, the water on one side of the creek is hot, on the other, cold. All of the mountain streams in that sec- tion of the country abound with a variety of little fish, commonly known as “hard- mouths,” which may be caught very easily. We had heard the story concerning Yellow- stone Park, how fish were caught from one pool, then tossed into one by its side, and cooked. It was the distinguished accom- plishment of one of our party to do essen- tially the same thing with the “Old Growl- er.’ The process proved too severe, how- ever, for the fish, for though left in the gey- ser but three minutes, when the line was puiled out, all the flesh, excepting a small portion near the head had been boiled off. This last episode being over, we all re- turned to camp, having run the gauntlet of the geysers, coming out with a mass of ma- terial for mental speculation, as well as sev- eral pounds of some of the minerals as spec- imens. Teacher—‘“Fred, can you tell me what happens when a man’s temperature goes down as far as it can go?” Fred Hawkes—‘Please, teacher, he would have cold feet.” If Engelena warred, what would hap- pen? There would come a Don of peace.” THE ECHO. VACATION REVERIES La Verne Sutherland v3 ES, Sir, ve been camp- ing,” said a young fellow, reclining in a hammiock, in answer to a compan- ion’s query. The speaker was Micky Felt, known among his friends as the “original go-easy kid.” Work was almost unknown to him. Jack Simons, well know- ing his chum’s failing and the amount of work necessary in camping life, had ex- perienced some doubt when Micky had told him of his intentions some time before. Jack had been out of town for quite a while and now on the occasion of his first visit with his pal, had asked Micky if he had carried out his plan. “Great stuff, camping,” continued Micky. “Finest thing on earth this ‘simple life’ busi- ness, ‘back to nature’; them’s my senti- ments.” “Huh?” grunted Jack in surprise. “Teli us about it. Where did you go? What did you do? Must be something extraordi- nary.” “Well, it all happened this way,” Micky playfully threw an apple-core at Jack. “You see, Jim Smathers, Buck O’Day and I had planned since last spring to take a hike up into the mountains and spend the summer camping. Buck said he knew of a bully place right close to a lake. He said there was fine fishing and hunting in that vicin- ity. A veritable Paradise, in fact, to hear him tell about it. “On the first of July we pulled out for Tanac, the town nearest our destination. We had a tent, guns, fishing paraphernalia, and everything we could think of that would be of any use to us. After a seemingly end- less ride by rail we arrived at Tanac, the metropolis of the mountains. It was an antiquated little village, boasting a hotel, a store and about a dozen saloons, The entire population was about a hundred, including dogs. “We found a teamster who was willing to haul our bags and baggage to our happy hunting ground. Now the show began, over hills, through brush and over rocks we jounced and bounced. The horses moved so slowly that one had to look close to tell which way they were going. Right here, at this early stage of the game, I came near throwing up the sponge, those old skates couldn’t pull us up some of the hills, so we had to walk. Yes, walk. I had to walk, and on a vacation in search of rest. That was the limit. “After an eternity of passing landscape and discomfort, the driver eased my dis- turbed spirit by announcing our approach to our future place of residence. I began to set up and take notice. We were in a pass between two mountains, which was gradually widening out into a little valley. Some distance ahead we could see the lake that Buck had spoken of. When he and Jim saw it, they piled out and started to hike for it, but I thought riding was better even under the conditions. “The ‘promised land’ was reached at last, however, an an ideal place it was. Just like one of those places of everlasting bliss and beauty that one reads about in poetry, but very seldom sees. There was a nice lake fed by a large creek, which looked promising for trout. Fishing, you know, is my favor- ite pastime, as one may sit still for an hour at a time and not have to werk himself to death trying to have a little sport. “There were innumerable groupes of red- woods about and in one of these we decided to pitch our tent. To save cutting poles, we chose a couple of young trees the proper distance apart lor supports to our tent. The main rope which served as a ridge-pole was suspended between them, The tent was THE ECHO. a finally pitched in fine style, as we thought, but the door faced the west, letting in ali the wind. “The next thing was to cook some grub. as it was fast nearing nightfall and we were ravenously hungry. We cut forked sticks to make a frame to hang out kettle on, just like we’d read about; built a fire, put things over it to cook and sat down to await de- velopments. About this time a gentle, little breeze sprang up and coaxed that pesky fire right out from under our kettle. The more wood we ptt on the faster it would crawl away. We kept moving our frame over the fire until we had chased it clear out to the lake. The grub was full of cin- ders and hadn’t even started to cook. “There was nothing to do but try again, so, in accordance with the advice of some brilliant mind we sought the shelter of a big stump. This time we suspended the kettle over the fire by means of a rope at- tached to an overhanging limb. This work- ed swell and in our joy we heaped the fire with dry sticks until the flames leaped mer- rily up around the kettle, which was now boiling and bubbling to beat the band. Sud- deniy Jim threw a whole armful of leaves on the flames, causing them to leap high in the air, seize our rope, snip it in two, letting our beloved kettle drop with a mournful thud in the fire. Its contents spilled out and extinguished the fire entirely. We were now in total darkness, for night was weli advanced. “We were a disgusted and angry trio, to say the least. As we had forgotten to bring lanterns, we were in the dark for keeps. We fished around among our provisions and found some bread, ‘which together, with water from the lake, constituted our sup- per. “This over, we turned in for the night. Well, sir, all the animals that were ever known to have been in the ark, were parad- ing around the tent that night. The first nuniber on the program was an unearthly yell from among the branches above us. We nearly stamped ed. We found out afterwards that it was nothing but a little screech owl enjoying himself. The growls, groans, shrieks, grunts and tramping feet kept us on a panic of fear. It was mighty little sleep that we got that night. “Morning came as a relief to us, and hav- ing plenty of appetite left over from the evening before, our first thoughts were of breakfast. Once prepared, this meal was a grand success. The coffee was so strong it nearly took all the skin off our mouths, but otherwise this meal was the source of our first real pleasure. “The sky was cloudy, making things seem awful dark and gloomy. We tried fishing, the fish wouldn’t bite. We next tackled hunting, but couldn’t find anything save a few squirrels and we couldn’t hit them. Just to kill time we made a raft out of some logs and rode around on the lake. I didn’t con- sider that much fun, because a fellow had to row and push the raft around with a pole; too much like work for muh. “Every place we went that day there seemed to be something missing. We felt as though we had lost or forgotten some- thing, or had something we ought to do. In fact, we were lonesome, didn’t know how to go about amusing ourselves. That’s an awful feeling to have when out in a wild, strange place like that, especially when you're our for the purpose of enjoying your- self. “In desperation, we started to climb one of the neighboring mountains. Guns were taken along although we had small hope of an opportunity to use them. We climbed, stumbled and crawled until we finally got nearly to the top. Being tired, we clamored up onto a big boulder about forty feet high, on the lower side. We sat there and talked about what we would do should a deer j ump anywhere around us. Buck was tapping a projecting rock with the stock of his gun when suddenly it gave way, went bounding over the cliff and struck with a crash in the THE ECHO. brush below. Instantly a big buck sprang out of the shadow of the boulder, and by taking tremendous leaps over the brush soon disappeared from view. There we sat like a row of nigger-bibies and never even thought of shooting. The only animation shown was evinced by Buck in the words, ‘Gee, whiz! look at him jump! “Disgusted with ourselves, we started to descend by means of a trail we had spotted from our perch on the rock. After going a short distance, we noticed water dripping from a crude wooden spout projecting from a bank. Some charitable person, wishing to benefit humanity, had put it there. “Being very thirsty, Buck took the old tin cup and held it under the spout. To our astonishment, the water stopped dripping. Buck withdrew the cup in his amazement, immediately the water resumed its dripping, undaunted he again held up the cup and it again stopped.” “Oh, piffle! what are you giving us? That’s a fairy tale,’ broke in Jock, impa- tiently. “You just close up until I finish, will you,” returned Micky. “As I was saying, when you butted in, the water again quit running. Buck stepped back in alarm, ‘Spooks! the infernal thing is haunted,’ he whispered. The water was again trickling merrily, so I got down on my knees to look into the pipe. As soon as my face came op- posite the aperture, the trickling ceased. “We were dumfounded, to put it mildly. Jim, who is of a philosophical turn of mind, was the first to break the silence. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘This is a case for the Psychic Re- search Club, of which I am a member, so I will act accordingly.’ With this, he wrench- ed the pipe from the bank. Now what do you thing happened? Well, sir, a big fat toad came rolling out of the pipe, croaking angrily.” “What the deuce did the toad have to do with it?” queried Jack. “You poor rube. That toad had a nice, cool residence in that pipe and when any- thing appeared at his front door he instinc- tively drew back to hide himself. Every time he drew back he expanded his body and stopped the water from flowing past him. Sabe? Stung by a toad, wouldn’t that jar you? “T told you that it was cloudy that morn- ing, well it kept getting darker and windier as the day advanced and about seven o’clock the rain began to drizzle. Our vacation ardor was not merely dampened, but nearly drowned. We went to bed a grouchy, growling bunch. The rain fell heavier, and the wind blew harder every minute. Golly! what a night that was. “Along about midnight the storm seemed to let all holds go, the wind fairly shrieked. Suddenly a ‘twister’ struck near us, which got our tree rocking in opposite directions. The strain on our tent rope was to great that it parted, letting that wet tent right down on the head of yours truly. Say, talk about kicking and clawing, there was a full measure there. We were so nearly smother- ed that we fairly fought one another in our frantic efforts to get out. We finally suc- ceeded, emerging from under the tent a dripping, exasperated bunch of rummies. “The tent was braced up with poles and we crawled into it and spent the remainder of the night trying to keep from freezing to death. The next morning we tramped the ten miles through the mud to Tanac, hired a teamster to go after our luggage and took the train for home. I have been right here every since.” “Going to try it again next year?” smiled Jack. “Never again; going to spend my vaca- tions in this hammock after this. Sling me another apple.” rm rm eae THE ECHO. JEAN’S HUCKLEBERRY EXPEDITION Edith Sanford UCKLEBERRY season is ee half over already, and I haven’t seen any for 4 over a_ year,’ declared Jean, as she burst into a room, where a group of girls were talking. “Listen! the dean said I could go across the bay tomorrow aiter- noon, to get some. There is a big patch over there, and I want one of you to go with me.” Jean had said this all in one breath and, when she stopped to breathe, she looked expectantly from one to the other to see who would volunteer to go. As no one said anything, she began again, “You don’t seem a bit anxious for a huckleberry pie, and I’m nearly dying for ” one. “T have an exam. tomorrow afternoon”; “T am going to town,” and “I have some sewing I must do,” were their various ex- cuses. They were at a girls’ boarding school in the East, and Jean was the Tom- boy of the school. The girls all liked her, for she had such a jolly disposition; but, on account of her recklessness, they were afraid to go with her where there was likely to be any danger, as on the bay. “Well, Dot, can’t you go with me?” And she looked imploringly at a quiet girl, who had said nothing as yet. “Are you sure the dean doesn’t care, Jean?” she asked. “Sure? Why, of course; I got her her consent before I made any arrange- ments,” Jean ‘said reassuringly, although she didn’t tell how much coaxing and per- suading she had to do to get it. “Tl think about it and tell you tomor- row.” “Think nothing; of course, you're going; be ready at two o'clock,’ and Jean dashed out of the room before Dot could utter any objections. “T would hate to be in your place, Dot,” said one of the other girls. “She'll have you drowned before you get back.” “Then you can come to my funeral,” she laughingly answered, having decided to make the best of it. Just then the dinner bell rang and they all trooped down to the dining-room. The next afternoon, promptly at two, Jean appeared at Dot’s door with two tin pails. ‘Ready, Dot?” she called. “Almost; but Jean, are you sure there is no danger crossing the bay?” “Certainly not, you little goose; come along. I have the row-boat ready down on the shore.” They crossed the school campus and soon arrived at the boat, as the bay was close to the school. It was a fine, warm September afternoon, and the ride across the water was delightful. Jean’s gay chat- ter and reassuring words put Dot perfectly at ease; so, by the time they reached the other side, she was as_ ready for the lark as her companion. They went straight to the berry patch, which was close to the shore, and began to fill their pails. Each bush ahead seemed to have better berries than the one on which they were picking, so they kept going farther and farther in. They chatted gaily all the time, and did not notice how far from shore they were and how fast the time had gone. Their pails were nearly full, when Dot noticed that it was growing dark. “My, it isn’t so late already, is it, Jean?” Jean glanced at her watch. “Well, it’s much later than I thought, THE ECHO. but it shouldn’t be so dark already.” Then she looked up at the sky and uttered an exclamation of horror. “Oh Dot! look at those black clouds. There’s a big storm coming on, and we must get home before it begins.” She picked up her pail of berries and dashed off through the bushes like a wild deer, while Dot followed as best she could. They had gone several yards, when Jean stopped suddenly and exclaimed, “This isn’t the way we came; I never saw this tree before,” pointing to a tall pine in front of her. “Oh, Jean, are we lost? Will we have to stay out here in the storm?” “No, not lost, only on the wrong trail,” she said impatiently. They retraced their steps to the place from which they started. Upon reaching that, confident Jean looked about her bewildered. “Don’t you remember which way we came, Dot? Ill have to acknowledge that I don’t.” “No, but I supposed you did all the time.” And poor Dot looked so worried that Jean laughed. “Don’t take it so hard, Dot; we'll get home all right. Now help me find our way out. I have it. I lost my handker- chief while I was picking berries, and if we can find it, I think we can also find boat.” They both began to scan the surround- ing bushes for the lost object. “Isn’t that it there, Jean?” and Dot pointed to a small, white object some dis- tance away. They ran to the spot indicat- ed and discovered the handkerchief, caught on a bush. From there, Jean soon located herself, and the two girls raced toward the boat as quickly as possible. They started to row home immediately, for it was now getting quite dark. The clouds had gath- ered very fast, and the approaching twi- light made the gloom all the more dense. They had barely started on their home- ward way, when the thunder began to roll and the lightning flashed. This frightened Dot worse than ever, for she was afraid of the lightning, even when safe in her own room. “Row hard, Dot, we’ve got to get home before this storm breaks, or the dean will not let me come again.” Dottie Milton, urged on by fright, rowed to the best of her ability, but she couldn’t compare with Jean Morris, who was much stronger than she was. They both rowed on in silence for a few minutes. Jean glanced at the angry heavens. She was really becoming frightened now, herself, but she did not let her companion know it. She knew she must get Dottie home before the storm began, or she would very likely catch a severe cold, if nothing worse hap- pened. They were but half way across the bay, when the storm broke in all its fury. It was one of those violent storms, which come on so suddenly in the East. Both girls were soon drenched and shivering. The terrific gale, which accompanied the rain, made it almost impossible to make any headway with the boat. Dot finally had to give up and Jean tried to manage it alone, without success. She did her best to move it forward, but found that it was surely, and not very slowly, being driven farther away from their destination. “Oh, Dot! can’t you help me? If we keep going backward like this, we'll drift out to sea. Then what will become of us?” “What did you bring me out here for, Jean? You said there would be no danger,” and Dot was almost in tears. “Well, how did I know this storm was coming on?” said Jean, somewhat sternly. Then, changing her tone she said kindly, “Don’t cry, Dot, just try and help me hold our own.” Just then a light flashed out upon the water. It moved slowly around and, when it fell upon the girls, stopped. “What’s that, Jean?” exclaimed Dot. THE ECHO. “T think that’s the searchlight from the lighthouse,’ Jean joyfully cried. “Perhaps they are looking for us. But how do they know we're out here? I only hope they see us and send some help.” By this time the light had vanished, and all was again dark, save for the frequent flashes of lightning. The girls were still battling with the storm, and had almost given up hope of rescue, when they discov- ered a small light approaching across the water. “That must be someone coming now; cheer up, Dot, I think we’ll soon be safe,” and Jean spoke more encouragingly than she felt. “But maybe it’s someone in the same con- dition as ourselves,” said Dot, unconvinced. The light kept steadily approaching, and now and then it was turned around until it fell upon the girls, as if someone were trying to locate them. “That’s someone after us all right, Dot,” said Jean joyfully. By this time the boat was within hailing distance, and someone in it shouted, “Hold on a little longer; we’ll soon be there.” Jean tried to answer, but couldn’t make her voice heard above the raging storm. The boat soon reached them and the girls could see two men sitting in it, one of them holding a small searchlight. As soon as the girls felt strong, protecting arms lifting them out of their perilous posi- tion, they both fainted dead away, exhaust- ed by their previous efforts. When they revived, they found themselves tucked up in a warm bed, with a kind-looking lady bending over them. “Where are we?” asked Jean, bewildered, looking around her. “You're in the light-house, Miss Morrie, said that lady, ? and I am the keeper's wife,’ smiling. Then she went on to relate how Mrs. Connant, the dean, had ’phoned up to the light-house, asking the keeper to search for the girls and send help after them, as she was almost frantic because they hadn’t returned. “Have you let Mrs. Connant know we are safe?” Jean asked. “Oh, yes; I ‘phoned over and told her as soon as you were brought in, and said we would send you back to school in the morning.” Jean laid back on her pillow then, and fell asleep, as Dottie had done, neither hav- ing yet recovered from her exhaustion and fright. In the morning the girls awoke, feeling much refreshed. Jean had a slight cold and Dottie had a cough, but, owing to the im- mediate attention given them, nothing ser- ious resulted. One of the men from the light-house rowed them back to school. When they reached the campus, the whole school, teachers and all, had turned out to welcome them. Mrs. Connant greeted both of them heartily, saying how glad she was to see them alive again. Some of the girls asked Jean where her huckleberries were. She looked puzzled for a moment and then laughed. “I think in our excitement, that we left them across the bay,” she said. Then everyone laughed, but Jean stoutly declared that she wasn't to be cheated out of her huckleberry pies like that, and was going in the near future to get some more, at which Dot as stoutly declared that she wouldn’t accom- pany her. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS The girls of the S. R. H. S. have now begun to practice. Their first practice was ‘Tuesday evening, September 20th. The captain of the team has not been chosen, but the team will choose her in a few days. The Freshmen and some upper classmen are going to try out for the team. We mean to have both a first and a second team. The principal of the Fremont school has kindly consented to be the coach for this term. He is a fine man and has had good success with other teams. Under his ef- ficient coaching Santa Rosa High will have a winning team. THE ECHO Published every school month in the inter- ests of the Santa Rosa High School. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: CQ TITER bier N penne fa pane ee pene seen ee epee ee 75c @ ya Yet id Beta na eupee ane een eas eee ee rere Single Copies -...........--:---see-s-csesssssecnsnenenesees 15c Subscriptions must be paid in advance. THE STAFF: Editon Aine ee Lawrence Moore ‘II META Yeas) os arene perenne Roy Simpson ’12 Assistant Editor-.......-.. Walton Hastings 11 Dorothy Westrup I2 Assortite Batborad Laverne Sutherland ‘12 iZdith Sanford 22 | Viola Lockhart “0 73 cae oer Sa reeer ERE Howard Gilkey “12 Ros s (Sh Doras Sopher se pecker Ava Litton ’I1 ( Erba Peugh 711 | Esther Miller aie EXBRT EINE sac toicors 4 Ames Peterson ’12 Carrie St. Clair ’12 Atiletics Boys cies... Vernon Ross 712 Athletics ss GriSie se -ceee tetera oes Lily Lewis..’11 Governing Board Report....Geo. Duncan ‘II School and Alumni Notes......Nan Gould 711 = THE ECHO. WHAT THE EDITORS THINK---WHICH ? Since we are beginning a new school year, let us commence it right, by under- standing conditions. The statement has been repeatedly made that the Santa Rosa High School is lacking in “school spirit.” School spirit is patriot- ism, and to tell us we have no patriotism is a bold statement, indeed. At the last Sub-League field day, over a hundred “rooters,” boys and girls, supplied with megaphones, waving pennants, dis- playing colors—our dear old orange and black—yelled “rat-te-rat” all afternoon. The following basketball game was a repetition of the same enthusiasm—and all this in spite of the rain! At present, the largest squad of track men we have had for three years, are faith- fully grinding away every evening. There are but few “knockers,” and subscriptions to The Echo are pouring in every day. There is, we admit, something vitally wrong with our school, but it is not pri- marily a lack of spirit. ‘The great evil that does exist, however, is far worse. We are referring to a certain sentiment of “I am better than you”; to a class of “snobocracy”; to an exclusive fac- tion of “would-be” aristocrats—dainty, little society butterflies that flit about, not deign- ing to mingle with any but their own kind for fear of soiling their pretty wings. lt must be understood that we are not referring directly to any individual, but to this class, to this sentiment. History has repeatedly shown the disad- vantage of a state within a state. The smaller organization cannot support the larger, because it gives its time and thought to itself. It creates factions, and ‘“‘a house divided against itself cannot stand.” Such a system of “aristocracy” sweeps away the very foundations of a democracy— such as our Student Body. The real grava- men is not that our democracy lacks pa- triotism, but that it is made a farce by this foe to all democracies—class distinction with a wrong basis. If those wishing to remedy this bad con- dition of affairs will take advantage of the excellent opportunity now afforded, and show that this business of being exclusive is a game two can play, our butterflies may still fly as proudly, perhaps, but certainly, not as freely. Fellow students, what shall it be—demo- cracy or “snobocracy?” Since the Board of Education has given us a drinking fountain, drinkable water would be greatly appreciated. NOTICE All material for the October number of The Echo must be received by October 7. Hand jokes to Ava Litton, and stories to Lawrence Moore. Vera D.—“Did you say anything to papa about your being too young?” Weston A.—‘‘Yes, but he said when I once began to pay your bills, I should age rapidly enough.” Mr. Steele (Hist. IV.)—“Have you a note book?” Shirley A.—‘‘My head is my note book.” Mr. Steele—“Oh, no; that’s a _ blank book.” Shirley was telling Nan about the mem- bers of the football team. “Now, there is Charles Clark,” said he, “in a few weeks’ time, he will be our best man.” “Oh, Shirley, this is so sudden, but it’s an awfully nice way to put it.” THE ECHO. LS SE AS IAS SSS SSSI cs ss NS SOPHOMORES Victor Anderson, Weston Anderson, Eliza Andrews, Mae Andrews, Kinley Ahl, Francis Ahl, Gladys Bagley, Will Bagley, Harold Bruner, Blanche Bonnard, Hattie Brand, Gladys Berry, Reyna Berka, Rena Marie Bish, Alide Birch, William Bussman, Helen Banta, Lena Baum, Hazel Cameron, Madeline Cowan,Robert Christ, Donald Cameron, Vera Dessaue, Grace Dougherty, Albert Dont, Gladys Combs, Chester Case, Stirling Coulter, Gladys Carithers, Josie Cassani, Fred Cooper, Hazel Devoto, Ruth Dickson, Allison Dickson, Arthur England, Ruth Fenton, Chester Gore, Esther Gilkey, Clarence Grove, Gladys Gilman, Ethel Hel- man, Archie Hewitt, Fred Holm, Hugo Hadrich, Georgenia Hall, Gladys Hodgson, Gina Hess, Evelyn Johnson, Susie Jones, Dagny Juell, Viola Lockhart, Gertrude Lee, Marguerite Lehn, Esther Miller, Zilla Moore, Marion Maddux, Kathleen Miller, George Meagher, Annie Matthews, Mary Matthews. Arthur Meese, Olive McDaniel, Harry Morrow, William Morrow, Anita Nathanson, Ruth Overton, Forrest Pearce, Myrtle Peterson, Francis Quinlan, Emily Rued, Paul Rued, Mabel Rayner, Charles Roberts, Eunice Silva, Dorothy Smith, An- gie Stacey, Adah Smith, Hazel Shaffer, Edith Sanford, Roy Simpson, Laverne Sutherland, Ethel Stearns, Ruth Shuldt. Amelia Thole, Raegan Talbot, Jessie Wil- son, Francis Wilson, Abbie Wilkinson,, Neuman Wallace, Ralph Wallace, Marshal Wallace, Eloise Yarnell, Josephine War- boys. ee The first meeting was held August 23d. Mr. Searcy moved that the matter of re- pairing the track be attended to, saying that if the boys would help, that he thought the board would furnish money. Charles Clark stated that he thought the sand and clay, which Mr. Searcy said could be used if cin- ders could not be obtained, could be easily gotten. Mr. Searcy moved, that a commit- tee of three be appointed to arrange for the work. This motion was carried, and the chairman appointed Carroll McIntosh, track captain, Will Lambert and Mr. McConnell. Nominations for faculty representative were made. Mr. Steele and Mr. McConnell were nominated, and Mr. Steele was elected. Charles Clark was elected as S. N. S. A. L. delegate. Chester Gore was elected property man. Regular meeting August 3oth. Shirfley Abeel moved that the Freshmen reception be given Friday night, September 2d. Mr. Searcy moved, that this motion be amended, and the reception be given Thurs- day night, because there was to be no school Friday. This motion was carried. The nominations made for first term rep- resentative were: Alessio Bettini, Mildred Turner and Bruce Mermann. Bruce Mer- mann was elected. Will Lambert reported on the repairing of the track, and stated that Carroll McIn- tish had gone to the foundry, and that a few loads of cinders could be gotten there. The only expense in getting the cinders would be the hauling, which would be $1 a load. He also said that he thought a team and harrow could be procured and the track har- rowed. The matter was thus left until it was known what amount of cinders would be needed. Earl Wilson moved, that cross-bars be gotten for high jumping and vaulting stan- dards. This was turned over to the finance committee. Regular meeting held September 6th. Charles Clark moved, that Ophelia Caldwell be made 8th term representative. This was carried. Earl Wilson moved, that there be a tape and starting pistol purchased. This was left to the finance committee. Mr. Searcy stated that eight dollars ($8.00) had been promised by the board for repairing the track. Will Lambert moved, that a vaulting pole and a new shoot for the pit be gotten. Charles Clark moved, that a new pole be THE ECHO. gotten. It was left to the finance commit- Tee: Lily Lewis moved that a last term’s bill, for printing Girls basketball window cards, be paid. Left to finance committee. Finance committee meeting September 7. A botion was carried for paying the bill of $2 for printing Girls’ basketball window cards. it was moved, that getting the tape and starting pistol, be left with some member of the finance committee. Regular meeting September 13. The Governing Board sanctioned the holding of a dual field meet of 1st and 4th vs. 2nd and 3rd years. SCHOOL NOTES The Freshmen reception, which was held at the Saturday Afternoon Clubhouse, on the evening of September, the second, prov- ed to be a very enjoyable affair. There were a large number of students present, includ- ing members of all the classes. Dancing figured largely in the evening’s entertain- ment, but games were provided for those who did not care to join in the dance. The festivities lasted until a late hour, and were pronounced a decided success by all. The Student Body of the High School was given a decided treat on Friday morn- ing, August 27th, when they were permit- ted to listen to a number of selections ren- dered by Mr. J. Fred McMinn. They were heard with great interest and pleasure by all. Mr. McMinn was secured to sing be- fore the Student Body by Mrs. Minnie Mills, who is musical director of the schools. Alice Dearborn, a former student of the High School, has entered the Santa Rosa Business College. Esmond and Evelyn Bohill are now at- tending Analy High School. Cecelia Crawley has entered the Lakeport High School. Agnes Stacy is attending the Petaluma High. Wilson Hall is now a student at the Busi- ness College. Clarice Ellis has entered the Healdsburg High School. ALUMNI NOTES Hazel Morehouse is now a student at URC: Marion Pierson is attending McMeans Normal. Clyde Hudson, a member of the June class 1910, has entered the Business College. Ovid Tuttle entered U. C. at the opening of the fall semister. LuJu Helman and Ruth Elmore, grad- uates of the S. R. H. S., are students at McMeans’ Normal. Clyde McCann is attending U. C. Victor McDaniels and Ray Francisco have entered the Business College. 3eulah Miller is now attending the San Francisco State Normal. EXCHANGES “Vhe Hitchcock Sentinel” of San Rafael, Cal., is a well edited sheet. “The Cardinal,” from Corning, Cal., would be improved if the name of the town were printed on the cover. The ads in the front give a cheap appearance. “A Miraculous Escape” is a knobby little story, well written. “The Golden Bear,” Sonoma, Cal., is a well written paper. “Government Owner- ship of Public Lands” is an interesting ar- ticle. If Miss Buchan could draw as well as she can write, Sonoma would have an artist. “The Poppy,” from Winters, lacks but one thing. The only way we knew it came from Winters, was by looking among the ads. The name of the town should be on the cover, or at least, on the editorial page. THE ECHO. BOYS’ ATHLETICS Four weeks of hard and persistent work on the track has brought results. The men are rounding into shape very rapidly. The old material has “come back” with the goods, and the new has not disappointed us. The good work the men have been do- ing has put confidence into them, and this means a big stride toward victory. For it is true of athletics as well as of all other activities in life, that one must have con- fidence in his own abilities or he will not be successful. This asset to victory our men certainly possess. We realize now, more than ever, our good fortune in securing two such men as Steele and McConnell to coach our team. They have proved to us that they under- stand what they are doing, and that they are working as hard as the men themselves to make this year of athletics a victorious one. On the 13th, 14th and 15th of this month, the different classes fought the initial battle of the year at the school track, and at Pierce Bros.’ The 1st and 2nd years were victorious by a surplus of 38 points. The score stood, 2nd and 3rd years, 63 points; Ist and 4th years, 1o1 points. Summary: 50 yard dash—Grove, first; E. Wilson, second; Bettini, third; L. Wilson, fourth. Tamer 25 100 yard dash—Clark, first; E.. Wilson, second; C. McIntosh, third; Bettini, fourth. Time, Io flat. 220 yard dash—Clark, first; McIntosh, second; Lingenfelter, third; Friese, fourth. Time, 22 flat. 440 yards-—P. Cochrane, first; Clark, sec- ond; England, third; Hawks, fourth. Half mile—Talbot, first; Al Maroni, sec- ond; England, third; Friese, fourth. Time, 2 :20. Mile—Snider, first; Talbot, second; Mi§t- chell, third; Ahl, fourth. Time, 5:42. Low hurdles—Cochrane, first; Wallace, second; Peterson, third. Time :28. High hurdles—Jones and Mermann tied for first; Mills and Lambert tied for third. Time, :22. High jump-—Pederson, first; Mills, sec- ond; L. Mermann, third; Gore, fourth. Height, 5 ft. 234 in. Broad jump-—Cochrane, first; McIntosh, second; Norton, third; Grove, fourth. Dis- tance, 19 ft. 5 in. Pole vault—Pederson and Lambert tied for first; Berry, second; E. Wilson, third; Height, 9 ft 5 in. ; Shot put—Lambert, first; Berry, second. Distance, 41 ft, 4 in. Hammer throw—Drake, first; King, sec- ond; L. Mermann, third; B. Mermann, fourth. Distance, 125 ft. Discus—Drake, first; Norton, second; Bettini, third; B. Mermann, fourth. Dis- tance, 81.6. A gentleman once met a young woman walking barefoot on the road, and, stop- ping her, asked: “Do all the people go parefoot here?” “Some of them do,” she replied, “and the rest mind their own business.”—Ex. Gime Mary had a little lamb, You’ve surely heard of that; But Mary clipped the lambkin’s wool And wore it in a rat. Freshie (crying)—“Pa hit his finger with a hammer.” Mother—“That is nothing to cry about; you should have laughed.” Freshie—“I did.” Miss Wylie—“Why did Hannibal cross the Alps?’ Alvia McKee (Freshman)—‘“Same rea- son the hen crossed the road. You can’t fool me with no conundrums.” Sweet little Emelie Rose, Was tired and about to repose, When her brother, named Clair, Placed a tack in her chair, And sweet little Emelie Rose. Miss Wylie German Diet?” (History)—“What is the Skip (knowingly)—“Coffee and sinkers.” 777 To5 of The reason? This is it: He stutters when he kisses. Fred P.—As I first gazed into your eyes the blue of the sky faded.” Gladys H.—“When I first met you, the A FIXED HABIT He always makes a hit With all the lovely misses; grass appeared less green.” { You can always tell a Sophomore, but you can’t tell him much. All of us know Howard Gilkie, With manner and “love-lox” so silkie; When he trips down the aisles, All the room is wreathed in smiles, And “there’s a student” hung on faculties’ files. All work guaranteed First Class. THE PARIS CLEANING and DYEING WORKS Ladies’ and Gents’ Clothes Cleaned, Pressed and Repaired All goods called for and delivered. Phone 393R 720 Fourth Street THE ECHO. EXTEREMELY SERIOUS Mr. S.—“Gladys, why were you tardy at 1 o’clock this afternoon? Gladys H.—“I didn’t get to school on time.” Mr. S.—‘Why didn’t you get to school on time?” Gladys H.—‘“I didn’t leave home until after 1 o’clock.” Mr. S.—‘Why were you detained at home?” Gladys H.—‘ Mr. Searcy, I was eating.” Mr. S.—Erba, why were you tardy at 1 o’clock ?” Erba P.—“I board with Gladys.” Mr. S.—“If you girls will dispense with at least two meals during the day and be content with the other five substantial meals, which you are accustomed to eating, you will live longer; you will be happier, and you will be able to comply with the regulations of the school.” —C. L.S. Annabel L. (Hist. [V.)—‘‘Columbus died and did not know it.” Mr. Steele (Hist. IV.)—“Yes, prairies are treeless plains. Why are there no trees there, Mr. Drake?” Ben D.—‘“Because trees won't grow there.” Harry M, —“I press my suit on bended knee.” Nada W.—‘“Haven’t you an_ ironing board?” Ruby A.—“What kind of pencil sharpen- ers do you use?” Annabel L.—‘A Freshman—would you like to borrow him?” WELL! Miss Wirt—“I don’t see any sense in your sitting there without your lesson.” Charles Clark— Do you want me to stand up?” Bashful Ben Drake, was one day sent down town on an errand. Upon entering the store he asked, “Please, sir, ma wishes a tape line.” Clerk—“How long does she want it?” Ben—‘T couldn’t say, but I think she wants to keep it.” George Duncan had put on his necktie and was looking over his supply of hosiery. “I wonder, now,” he said, turning pale, “whether the socks have to match the tie, or the tie match the socks?” Blair D—“I wonder why Miss Forsyth is always out when I call.” Ralph W.—‘“Just her luck, I imagine.” The goat ate up our other jokes, And then began to run; “T cannot stop,” he softly said, “T am so full of fun.”—Ex. Crystal Cleaning and Dyeing Works Oldest and Best All Cleaning by Dry Process 308 Fourth Street - - - - Phone 142 THE ECHO. Miss O’Meara—“Yes, we visited the Py- ramids, of course. They were literally cov- ered with hieroglyphics.” Helen Woolsey—“Ugh! Weren’t you afraid some of them would get on you?” Ida H.—“She said I put rouge on my face to deceive people. Wasn’t that mean of her?” Nina D.—“The way you put it on doesn’t deceive anybody.” Miss O’Meara—‘Shirley, what is the con- necting link between the vegetable and an- imal kingdoms?” Shirley (promptly)—“Hash.” Paul C. (at the reception)—‘I could waltz on the Heaven with you!” Helen Woolsey—“Can you reverse?” Mr. Steele (Eng. Hist.)—“Do the chap- lains of the army inflict punishment nowa- days?” Lawrence M.—‘No, they prophesy pun- ishment.” M. F. NOACK Everything in the JEWELRY LINE 535 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA Nada W.—“I said I’d be a sister to him.” Olive Mc—‘What did he say to that?” Nada—‘Nothing; just sent his socks around to be darned and tried to borrow a doilar.” Miss Crane (in Physics)—‘ What would be the weight of a ship with all the passen- gers included?” Blair D—“We'd have to know the den- sity of the people, wouldn’t we?” Miss O’Meara (Eng. VII.—“How does a beggar ordinarily beg?” Gwendolyn Y.— With his hat.” Miss Crane (Phy)—“Bernard, how do we measure land?” Bernard (thoughtfully tapping his head) —‘“In quarts, Miss Crane.” Rachel Lee (Hist. IV.)—‘“The climate of the United States is extremely hot in win- ter an d cold in summer.” Don G.—“I had proposed and been ac- cepted, when the lights suddenly went out.” Paul Cochrane—‘What did she do?” Don G.—‘“‘Suggested that we keep it dark.” Shop walker—“Gloves, Miss? Yes, you will find the kid’s counter on the right.” Lilian L. (witheringly)—“Really! And where pray shall I find the ladies’ coun- tent THE ECHO. Office Phone. 243 R DR. G.W. MALLORY Exchange Bank Building SANTA ROSA Residence Phone, 243 Y CALIFORNIA MARY JESSE HOSPITAL Mrs. Mary E. Jesse, Matron No Contagious Diseases 815 Fifth Street - - - - Phone 248Y P. A, MENERAY Physician and Surgeon Office: Santa Rosa Bank Bldg. Phone 392R Residence, 521 Mendocino Ave. Phone 392Y Santa Rosa, Cal. Sophomores are noted for their wit. As a sample: First Soph.—‘“Say, isn’t Emily cute?” Second Soph.—‘Well, yes, but I think she is Rued, too.” DR. E. H. CRAWFORD DENTIST (Above White House) Phone 216Y DR. D. P. ANDERSON Dentist—’86 Union Trust Bank Building Phone 479 Santa Rosa, Cal. St. Rose Drug Store Fourth and A Streets Santa Rosa, Cal. The Place Where You Get a SQUARE DEAL WM. McK. STEWART - - Proprietor California Oyster Market and Grill LEADING RESTAURANT Fourth St., Bet A and B Santa Rosa The best dressers have their Clothes Cleaned by the NEW METHOD WHY? Miss W.—“What is the center of learn- ing?” Ruth Overton—‘rn.” W. 5. HOSMER SON SCHOOL BOOKS MUSIC AND STATIONERY Prescription Druggist Phone S. R. 3 LUTTRELL’S DRUG STORE BIGGEST STORE BEST STOCK LOWEST PRICES 327 Fourth St. - - - - - Santa Rosa THE ECHO. N. BACIGALUPI SON Groceries and Provisions PHONE 245 134 Fourth St. o Santa Rosa Gladys H.—‘What do you suppose, Fred, is the reason the ocean is so salty?” Fred P.—‘I’m sure, I don’t know, unless it is because there are so many codfish in Ui Bicycle Repairing Auto Tire Work ‘See Tae a Gvcleey 412 Mendocino St. - - - Advertise in the Echo Miss O’Meara (Eng. IV.)—“What is the difference between a laborer of today and one of one hundred and fifty years ago?” Victor A.—‘A laborer today has to be- long to a union.” Naomi E. Moke, graduate Emblamer H. H. MOKE Class of 1890. FUNERAL DIRECTOR 418 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. Shirley A.—“Funny, what ideas come in- to a fellow’s head. This morning, while dressing, I was wondering how, in the fu- ture life, I could get my shirt on over my wings.” Leo N.—“Don’t let that worry you. What you want to think about is how to get your hat on over your horns.” Small brother—-“Father says you can’t come to see Rachel, anymore.” Carroll Mc.—“Why not?” Small brother—“Because, he says you come every night in the week now, and it would be impossible to come any more. See?” HAHMAN DRUG CO. Prescription Druggists 213 Exchange Ave., Santa Rosa Leo N.—“Students may come and stu- dents may go, but I’ll stick around forever.” J. ©. MAILER HARDWARE CO. For all kinds of Fine Hardware FOURTH STREET SANTA ROSA, CAL. THE ECHO. When in school use a Sonoma Fountain Pen. PRICE $1.00. Every Pen Guaranteed. Ten Per Cent Discount to Hecdexts. Made Expressly for TEMPLE SMITH 611 FOURTH STREET SANTA ROSA Pens May Be Taken Out on Approval, JUELL’S DRUG STORE Telephone 237 621 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. R. C. MOODEY SON STYLISH EXCLUSIVE FOURTH ST. = SANTA ROSA Freshie—“It must be nice to know every- thing.” Senior—‘“Yes, it is.” AUTO- MOBILES Bicycles : )) Sporting Goods SCHELLING GA RAGE The Best Store for the Economical Housewife The place to Buy your Heating Stoves is at GARDINER BROS. 709-711 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa THE WHITE HOUSE Best Light Best Assortment Best Value SANTA ROSA’S BEST STORE Rachel—“Skip told me he wanted to see you the worst possible way.” Esther M.—‘And what did you say?” Rachel—“I told him to come to break- fast some morning.” Text Books and School Supplies C. A. Wright Co. Leading Booksellers and Stationers 615-617 FOURTH ST. SANTA ROSA HODGSON - HENDERSON CO. MEN’S FURNISHING GOODS AND CLOTHING 517 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA Phene 87 SONOMA COUNTY FRUIT PRODUCE CO,, Inc. Good Place for Geod Groceries FOURTH AND WILSON STS, SANTA ROSA THE ECHO. C. Nielsen SANTA ROSA FURNITURE CO, Sole Agents for Liggett Springs and Best Mattresses on Earth Chas. Jurman A. Nielsen 328-330 Fourth Street, Cor. A ‘Phone 372 Gladys B.—“That was Carroll McIntosh we just passed. His haid turned white in a single night.” Gladys H.—“Oh gee! in a single night??? Why didn’t you introduce me? I would give anything to know where he got his peroxide.” CANDY and ICE CREAM A. D. SKINKLE Formerly C. T. SHERMAN’S FOURTH STREET - SANTA ROSA HIGH SCHOOL PINS HIGH SCHOOL HAT PINS HIGH SCHOOL SPOONS JOHN HOOD Sign of the Big Clock JEWELER SANTA ROSA BLACKSMITHING AND REPAIRING Sunrise Shoeing Parlors C. R. Sund J. H. Gates E.R. SAWYER _ Watches, Diamonds, Jewelry 529 Fourth S t. (Jacobs’ Candy Store) Santa Rosa YOU'LL GET THE LATEST AND BEST PHEADQUARTERS% fy IF You Buy Baht FOR THE as CLOTHING Bete aioe He et ah, PY) and � HS SA Gents’ -- Furnishing BRAND OF TAILOR £ ¢ Goods MADE CLOTHES FROM US KEEGAN BROS. Sing a song of Algebra, A pocketful of crias; Isn't that a jolly bunch To cheat his royal nibs?” When the cribs were opened The teacher looked that way; The Freshie as he packed his books, Sighed, “No, it doesn’t pay.”—Ex. Free Delivery Phone 50 Eugene C. Farmer PRESCRIPTION DRUGGIST 701 Fourth St.,Cor D - - - Santa Rosa Have You Tried Jacobs’ Jar Taffies? If not? Why not? KOPF DONOVAN WHOLESALE and RETAIL GROCERS SANTA ROSA — CALIFORNIA Brooks Clothing Co. YOUNG MEN’S NOBBY SUITS FOR SPRING 509 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA Coffee Roast Daily FLAGLER’S Coffees, Teas, Spices, Crockery, Glassware, Agateware Kitchen Utensils, ete. 420-422 Fourth St. Santa Rosa Phone 549R American Bakery High-Grade Cakes, Pies and Pastry P. Moore, Prop. 208-210 Fourth St. When in Want of Flour Ask Fora ROSE BRAND NEW MILL NEW MANAGEMENT SANTA ROSA FLOUR MILLS CO. LEE BROS. CO. Express and Draying Will call at your residence and check your baggage to any point on California Northwestern No Extra Charge for Checking PHOENIX PHOTO ENGRAVING CO. DESIGNERS ENGRAVERS ELECTROTYPERS 660 MARKET STREET i SAN FRANCISCO DR. D. H. LEPPO Dentist (Class 1895) Union Trust-Savings Bank Building, Santa Rosa, Calif. Phone: Office 361 Residence 4781] Dealer in all Kinds of F. BERKA guiding Material WILSON STREET SANTA ROSA, CAL. “THE GGHO” | | | | | | To the Seniors This issue of The Echo is Dedicated | | CONTENTS COVERTDESIGNE:. ce pear Howard Gilkey THE KNIGHT OF THE BEAR.... MAbs Bint Laverne Sutherland A MISDIRECTED LETTER: ...¢).05 SEA BI ato Ice Hazel De Voto HIS UNCLE’S LEGACY...Edith Sanford EDITORIALS THE SENIORS SCHOOL NOTES ATHLETICS GOVERNING BOARD REPORT EXCHANGES JOKES ADS—Read Them. VoL, II SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA, NOVEMBER, 1910 . No. 4 THE KNIGHT OF THE BEAR Laverne Sutherland. E was a dapper appearing jae young fellow, attired in latest fashion. That he fi was young, could only be determined by his quick Z and supple movements ; for his face was almost entirely hidden by a wide-brimmed hat pulled down over his eyes. He walked with a dejected stoop of the shoulders that was not in keepink with his sprightly gait. His eyes were upon the path before him, being turned neither to the right nor left. But what attracted one’s attention was the task he was performing, for it did, in- deed, seem a task to him, judging by the way he went about it. He was pushing be- fore him a perambulator, or in other words, a baby carriage. There was nothing strange about that—anyone can propel a go-cart. The real astonishing factor was a_ big, brown Teddy bear. He sat bolt upright, staring at the world before him with unseeing, unblinking eyes. Alltold, he was a remarkably well behaved youngster—not always trying to fall out and break his neck, nor even “goo-gooing” or crying. He seemed to be immens ely en- joying his ride through the park. On this particular day, the park was lib- erally patronized by recreation-seekers. Nearly everyone who passed the young man and his charge, stared with unfeigned cur- iosity at the strange pair. Thoughtless youths hurled unanswered bantering at the poor fellow, while the girls passed by with explosive giggling. The more interested ones offered various solutions of the mys- tery. As the object of their curiosity met all attempts at conversation with a stolid silence, it was indeed a mystery. A police officer approached him and after a close scrutiny said carelessly, “Some guy gone dippy; seems harmless, though, so I won't bother him.” “Call me absent-minded,” said a man to his wife’; just look at that fellow, taking a Teddy bear fora ride instead of the baby.” “Tt’s a sad case,” sighed an old lady; “the poor fellow has probably lost his mind over the loss of a dear little one. See how dis- consolatey he stoops. If he gets any en- joyment by wheeling the empty carriage about, it’s not right for us to ridicule him, poor soul.” This was the opinion of the majority of the onlookers. Some, however, were cruel enough to accuse him of being a reporter working up an article for the Sunday issue of his paper. He did not heed the remarks made con- cerning him, but stalked on as though he were propelled by machinery. Up one walk, the full length of the park, he went, and then down another, disappearing into a residence near the park entrance. The next day and each succeeding one he was abroa dwith his charge about the same hour, and traveled over the same route. He was met as before, with curious gazes from all sides. His walk completed, THE ECHO. a REYES EP EI ET SI I EE SE ERT ST he always returned to the house. He was never seen leaving it on any occasion other than for his daily jaunt through the park. Nothing could be found out from the occu- pants of the residence concerning their strange companion. One day the park seemed to be deserted, on account of the excessive heat, save the man and the Teddy bear. The former was loitering along a shady drive-way, coat off and hat tipped back, revealing a counten- ance which failed to betray any mental weakness. Quite to the contrary, it was strong and intelligent. He seemed to be en- joying his isolation from the curious throng. Suddenly, a large auto, filled with young merrymakers, came dashing toward him. While it was yet at a considerable distance, the man in the shade uttered an angry ex- clamation, which sounded like “Curse that Harris,” and dashed in among the shrub- bery. He jerked the baby-carriage after him so violently that poor Teddy was thrown unceremoniously upon his back with his furry toes indicating the planets. Here Teddy and his guardian remained until the auto had passed. When they again appeared, the man’s face was hidden as it had been on previous oc- casions. He at once hurriedly continued on his way, but with frequent glances behind and along the driveways, as though he was expecting the automobile to appear again. His fears were not groundless, for soon it was again heard approaching. The poor fellow, being at the time in a portion of the park where there were no trees among which he could hide, made a frantic dash across a wide lawn toward a large fountain. He had just gained the side opposite the auto when it-came in view. The stone basin was just high enough to conceal him when in a crouching position. The auto, follow- ing the roadway, made a complete circuit about the fountain. The fugitive, as he seemed to be, dashed madly around the fountain upon all fours, or rather upon his feet and one hand, as the fourth member was emplayed in pushing the baby-carriage before him, always keeping on the side op- posite the auto. The auto disappearing, he ceased his con- tortions, sadly disheveled. His task was re- sumed and the auto hovering about like an evil spirit, kept him dashing about like a maniac. He was very successful in avoid- ing it, however, although on one occasion his escape was almost a miracle. He was at the stage of his journey that led him through the zoo, While hurrying through the throng, by whom his antics were now taken as a matter of course, he saw the dreaded moror-car approaching. Looking about in desperation for a place of concealment, he espied the usual crowd of monkey gazers standing before the monkey cage. Seeing no other course to pursue, he forced his boby-buggy between the cage and the crowd. The bystanders, thinking it an- other of his queer antics, gave way before him. Once hidden by the crowd, he turned his back to the fast-nearing auto and ap- peared intent on watching a monkey jump- ing rope with his tail. Just as the auto was passing his place of concealment, a _ lon- armed monkey reached through the bars, seized poor Teddy by the collar and tried vainly to pull him into the cage. A hyster- ical woman, thinking it was a baby, gave a scream that caused the auto to stop and a crowd to collect. ; The man, in his desperation, snatched the bear from the monkey, threw it into the car- riage, covered it up, gave a grinning boy a dollar to wheel it out of the crowd, and stole away undetected. This was all done under cover of the commotion caused by the wo- man who had fainted. After many difficul- ties he reached the end of his day’s task. It was the afternoon of the seventh day since the daily parades had begun. Before the residence of Teddy and his master, were about a dozen autos and carriages; each one THE ECHO. filled with jolly, young people. All seemed to be waiting for someone to come from the house. Their expectations were soon grati- fied, for the door opened and our knight of the perambulator stepped out bearing under his arm a very large bundle. He made no attempt at concealing his identity, but seem- ed glad to meet the jovial group before him. Stepping jauntily down the steps, he de- posited his package in an empty carriage that had just been brought up by a servant. Springing into the driver’s seat, he whipped up the horses and started up the street. “Hey, there!” shouted a man in one of the waiting autos. “Where is the bear; aren’t you game?” The flying carriage halted. “You bet I am game,” answered the driver. “Well, where is the bear, then? Weren’t you to take him riding through the park every day in a baby-carriage for a week? And isn’t this the seventh day?” “That’s just what it is and Teddy is in a nice, new folding go-cart this very minute, protected from the sun by a wrapping of paper. I was taking him riding until you stopped me. Isn’t that strictly in accord- ance with the rules of the bet?” It was time for the man in the auto to look foolish. “Stung,” he grumbled. “When did you get that bright idea after parading through the park like an idiot and after pay- ing the people of this house to let you go through and out the back way every day?” “Well, you didn’t think I was going to make such a show of myself coming in and out of my own house, did you? I saw yes- terday that you had tumbled to my little plan and were going to make it warm for me today. So I dodged you and last night thought up this little stunt. I think the joke is about even up between us now, don’t you think?” “Ves,” admitted the man in the auto, very much taken back. “But anyway, the Ath- letics beat the Cubs, and since you bet on the Cubs, I think I’m on top yet.” A MISDIRECTED LETTER Hazel De Voto. N a beautifully furnished li- brary sat a pretty girl of seventeen with her young- 4 er sister, Thelma. The older of the two was writ- ing a letter, and, of course, did not wish to be disturbed. “Amy,” called a feminine voice from an adjoining room, “Will you come now? It it getting late and I’m afraid I won’t be ready on time.” “Oh dear!” sighed Amy, distressed, “I was so anxious to get this letter finished and off, but now I must go and help mother dress. “Have you much more to write?” asked Thelma. “No, just the address.” “Well, I guess I can finish it for you.” “All right,” called back Amy, as_ she jumped up and started in the direction of her mother’s apartments. “The address is on a slip of paper on my desk.” To Amy, the letter seemed quite impor- tant, and she was anxious to have it mailed as soon as possible. It read: Dear Friend: Just a few lines to ask for a short talk with you tomorrow evening. I need some advice and you can help me. If it will be convenient, could you meet me at eight o’clock in Central Park? By doing so you will greatly oblige, Your friend, AMY HUNTINGTON. The following evening a young man was THE ECHO. seen pacing up and down, along the wide walk, through Central Park, evidently waiting for someone. He took out his watch, looked at it, and frowned. It was fiveminutes after eight. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching, and looking up in- distinctly, saw a young girl standing beside him. “T’m a little late,” she panted, “but I’m so glad you didn’t forget.” “How could I forget?” he asked. “Well, Steve, I promised to have only a short talk, so I had better begin business right now.” “T'm listening,” walked on. Amy began: “About five months ago I had a friend whom I considered a very good friend. But we had a little spat over some trivial affair. It didn’t amount to much, but the next time I met this friend, he of- fered to recognize me, but I, like a big goose, stuck my nose up in the air and walked right on. I was sorry I did it the moment I passed him, but, of course, I couldn’t go back and apologize. I know he felt hurt over it, because he has never as much as glanced at me since.” “Tf you are so anxious to retain this friend, why don’t you go to him and try to make up. I’m sure that if he is a man, he will pass the quarrel over as nothing.” “Oh,” faltered Amy, “that’s what I want- ed to ask you. Do you think I should try to get him back as a friend?” he answered, as_ they Just then an automobile passed and flash- ed its lamps full in the boy’s face. Amy happened to be looking at him then. “Oh!” she shrieked, “it’s Howard; why, how d—did y—you get here?” “T received a letter from you, asking me here,’ Howard answered with a twinkle in his blue eyes. He produced the letter and showed it to her. “Thelma must have written the wrong address on it,” she stammered, and then ad- ded: “Now I remember having your ad- dress on my desk also, and I didn’t think of it. Yhy your voice and Steve’s are almost alike. I didn’t notice it before. Howard laughed. “Well, I made them as much alike as possible tonight, but I was afraid you could tell the difference anyway. As soon as I read your letter I though there was some mistake, and glancing at the enve- lope, I saw that the writing was different. I guessed it was some of Thelma’s doings, but I decided to carry out the little plot any- way, being also very anxious for a meeting with you.” Amy had by this time recovered from the shock, and after thinking it over, decided to herself that this was the best possible way of regaining her friend. After a few moments of silence, ““Won’t you shake hands and let us be good friends again?” “Yes, I will,’ cried Amy, and v igorously shook the extended hand. THE ECHO. HIS UNCLE’S LEGACY Edith Sanford. ALPH had lived with his uncle and depended on him, as long as he could remember, but now he must depend on himself. His uncle had _ recently died, leaving him nothing but an education and an envelope containing he knew not what. On his death-bed this uncle had call- ed Ralph to him and given him the large envelope, on which was written, “The Last Will and Testament of Richard Barnes.” Mr. Barnes had requested his nephew not to open it until he became of age. “It will very likely be of no use to you until that time. Work hard, my boy, and do not de- pend entirely on the contents of this enve- lope. They may not be of much value, but I sincerely hope they will, as that is all I have to leave you,” were the words of his dying: uncle. As Ralph was of a very curious disposi- tion, he could hardly refrain from opening the envelope. He obeyed the injunctions of his uncle, however, and put it away in a safe place until he would be ready to open it. He was now barely eighteen and had just finished a bookkeeper’s course, with which his uncle had provided him. He soon secured a good position in a lawyer’s office and, as he was steady and industrious, rose steadily in his employer’s esteem. The three years seemed like centuries to Ralph. Every evening after he came home from work, he looked at the envelope and made plans for the future. Several times he started to tear it open and then stopped. One morning as he awoke, he suddenly re- membered that it was his twenty-first birth- day. He looked at his watch just then and found he would barely have time to get to his work, as he had overslept. So he had to postpone the opening of the envelope un- til evening. That day seemed to be the longest he had ever seen. After his day’s work was done Ralph rushed home. He was too excited to eat any dinner, so he immediately went after the envelope. He took it from its usual hiding place and sat down in a comfortable chair before the fire-place, to examine its contents, which he had wanted to know so long. With great eagerness he started to tear it open, when the door-bell rang loudly. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that the noise startled him and he jumped up, letting the envelope fall to the floor. The caller wished to ask information regarding the whereabouts of a certain party, but Ralph, angry at the interruption, was very brief in his replies, so his visitor did not tarry long. As he bid the caller good-night, the tele- phone bell rang sharply. He hurried away from the door, leaving it wide open, to an- swer the ’phone. To his great disgust, it was from his employer, who wanted him di- rectly to the office. There was some impor- tant work which had been overlooked that must be finished that evening. He turned from the ’phone to pick up the envelope. To his great dismay, there was no envelope there. He glanced anxiously around him and finally discovered its re- mains—in the fire. That was the last stroke. He picked up the corner of it, which was all that had not been burned, but there was no writing on this small piece, and he sank into his chair, bewildered. He wondered how it happened to get into the fire. Just then a gust of wind blew in through the open door, and he remembered he had left the door. open. The wind had undoubtedly done the dreadful work. He mechanically reached for his hat and groped his way down the streets to the office. He was almost stunned THE ECHO. by the great disappointment. He had wor- ried over that will for years, but now it was gone forever and he would never know what was in it. “Perhaps I would have been a rich man now,” was’ the thought that kept racing through his brain, for Ralph had al- ways had a great ambition to be rich. “Why, Ralph, what has happened?” ask- ed his employer, Mr. Brown, as he entered the office. “Oh, I’ve just been disappointed,’ said Ralph, as if trying to avoid answering a dif- ficult question. “You look as if you had lost your best friend,” continued Mr. Brown, kindly. “Well, maybe I have,” and Ralph smiled grimly, as he sat down to his work. He did not seem to wish to talk further on the subject, so his employer said no more about it that night, although he silently wondered what was the trouble. They worked together until a late hour. When Ralph finally went home to bed, he did not go to sleep. He lay awake the great- er part of the night, worrying about some- thing which he could not help. As Ralph entered the office the next morning, Mr. Brown glanced keenly at his worried looking face, but said nothing. The young man was silent and moody all day, and often caught himself thinking instead of working. The second morning he went to work as usual, but he looked worse, if anything. He could not get the thought of that legacy off his mind. When he had been at work a short while, his employer called him into his private of- fice and said kindly, “Ralph, my boy, yau have been quite worried. Won't you tell me what is wrong or what has happened? Perhaps I can help you. I can, at least, sympathize. “Mr. Brown, I thank you for your kind offer, but I don’t see how you can possibly help me. I may be taking it too seriously, anyway. It will do no harm, though, to tell you about it.” He then related what had happened. Mr. Brown listened intently and seemed very interested. , i “Did you say your uncle mentioned the lawyer, who wrote the will?” he asked, when Ralph had finished. “Yes, and if I remember correctly, it was Lawyer Stone of New York.” As the name was mentioned Mr. Brown started. “Do you know anything about it?” queried Ralph, noting the strange action. “Oh no, I was only thinking of a man that I once knew by that name. Well, Ralph,” he continued, “I’m indeed sorry for you. The case seems hopeless, doesn’t it. But cheer up, lad, you'll be able to make your way allright without any legacies.” At this, the interview closed and the two men continued their work. During the succeeding days Ralph work- ed harder than ever before in order to for- get his disappointment, but his efforts along that line were in vain. One morning, several days after the in- terview, Ralph walked into the office with the same dejected countenance that he had worn of late. He had no sooner closed the door than the expression on his face chang- ed from disappointment to perplexity. He stared intently on his desk, where he thought he saw the idinticle envelope that had beeu destroyed. “What does this mean!” exclaimed Ralph excitedly. “Are my eyes deceiving me, or am I dreaming? That looks like the same envelope about which I was telling you.” “T’d advise you to examine it, and deter- mine for yourself whether or not you are dreaming,” said Mr. Brown, smiling. Ralph needed no second invitation. He tore the envelope open, this time without being interrupted, and drew forth the con- tents. His employer watched eagerly for developments. After reading the papers, the young man looked up with joy and ex- citement spread over his face. “Mr. Brown, you’ve had something to do THE ECHO. ES Sc with this,’ he exclaimed, smiling joyfully. “When, how and where, did you get this envelope and its contents?” “Don’t ask so many questions at once, please, and I will try and answer your,” said Mr. Brown good-naturedly. “I knew the lawyer of whom your uncle had spoken, so I wrote to New York and learned that he was dead, but that his son was filling his place. By communicating with the son and explaining your situation, I obtained the papers you have in your hand. The lowyer had made two copies, one which your uncle had, and this one, which he kept in his office. Now, if you don’t mind, Id like to know what those papers contain, myself. I know it’s something good from the expres- sion on your face.” “Here is a document,” said Ralph, pick- ing up one of the papers, “in which my un- cle has bequeathed to me a piece of land, on which there is a gold mine. Then, in this paper, he has written the directions to the mine, and also that he discovered it years ago; but, not having sufficient money with which to develop it, kept it a secret, hoping that I would be able to work it when I was grown. I suppose he did not want me to open the envelope until now, because he knew I would not be able to do anything with the mine,” concluded Ralph. “Well, that is indeed good news. If you wish, I will grant you a vacation immediate- ly, so that you can go and look after your good fortune.” THE ECHO Published every school month in the inter- ests of the Santa Rosa High School. Entered ag second-class matter September 26, 1910, at the postoffice at Santa Rosa, ‘California, under the Act of March 3, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: OY TCS NAST ol es RN a isobar ert 75¢ Ope NOG ee en sie coascssieos.s Gonteseterser sav esereeeeE OC Sf 2 LOOMIS servessncseee ore cone areastueertceeanaetsenes I5¢ Subscriptions must be paid in advance. THE STAFF: [yal iso) e eee oe ee Lawrence Moore ’I1 INU Ved chs Aes i i le Rove, Roy Simpson ’12 Asst. Manager............ Jesse Lingenfelter ’14 Assistant Editor.......... Walton Hastings ’11 Dorothy Westrup ‘12 eesituie tetas Sutherland ’12 { Edith Sanford nz (Viola Lockhart 713 ATE erect ceetien brevet tente carvers eat Howard Gilkey ’12 OS TLGS a treeater tee oatihsetenkennic ox Ava Litton ’11 [ Erba Peugh 711 ASSISCANES |e. nc. cabcowentcarat at ee Ames Peterson ’12 Carrie St. Clair ’12 Pt etiCs BOYS) cessor Vernon Ross 712 Athletics Girls ie ets neeve ae Lily Lewis..’11 Governing Board Report....Geo. Duncan ’11 School and Alumni Notes......Nan Gould ’11 THE ECHO. a ——————— WHAT THE EDITORS THINK; THE STUDENT BODY Several years ago chaos reigned supreme in the Santa Rosa High, confusion and darkness pervaded every institution and de- partment of student activities. System, there was none; the school was caught in the stagnant pool of a second dark age. The pupils, with a superstitious venera- tion for the old customs and conventional- ities—customs so long established as to have all the force of an unwritten law—- passively submitted to the existing disorder of affairs. Student matters were regulated by—whichever Caesar happened to be in control of student affairs. The students paid their dues, but few of them knew why. It often happened that only the politicians of the inner ring knew where the money went. If someone wanted funds to carry on some particular activity, he merely made application to the principal—whose safe was the students’ only bank. The money was secured and spent. The members of the school never got any report of its spending. Perhaps that same activity for which the money was spent was not wanted by a ma- jority of the students. The latter had no method of preventing it—no means of ex- pressing either sanction or disapprovel. It was a period of decay—a decline in all branches of athletics and in all student mat- ters. There was scarcely any school spirit ; what small degree of exthusiasm did flicker among patriotic groupes, here and there. burned in vain; the school was dead; “noth- ing doing” seemed to be the watch-word of all. Then came the rennaisance—a slow per- iod of awakening, of the gradual throwing off of old customs, of the formation of new ideas born of thought, and of the ultimate adoption of those ideas. The students began to realize the neces- sity of organization, of order and of system. They saw the need of having all student activities governed by some definite plan in which all should have some share. These enlightened ideas finally culminat- ed in the establishment of the Associated Student Body of the’ Santa Rosa High School. This is an organization of which all the students, theoretically, are members. It is a form of representative democracy where all are equal. Since the Student Body is too large to carry on business direcly, all business is transacted by a smaller body, representing it—the Governing Board. The latter consists of members elected by the Student Body. It regulates all school activities and apportions the school funds— acting both as a legislative and an execu- tive body. It is restricted in its actions by a flexible constitution—drawn up and ap- proved by the Student Body. This system, by reducing student law to a definite, fixed, matter of plain, black and white, obviate all confusion, “graft,” and best of all, substitutes democracy for oli- garchy. The first act of the Student Body was to establish a school journal. The old paper, managed by and in the interests of private individuals, was discarded. For it, was sub- stituted a magazine published by and for the benefit of the Student Body. In conclusion, we would suggest that the meetings of the Governing Board are pub- lic. If you wish to keep yourself informed on current topics connected with the school, attend the meetings. If you have not pre- viously done so, borrow a copy of the con- stitution and memorize its contents. Keep abreast of school news—be alive. SENIORS Shirley Abeel, Ruby Ahl, Norma Britton, Neva Brittain, Ophelia Caldwell, Paul Coch- rane, Edna Cunningham, Madeline Coffey. George Duncan, Ben Drake, Elois Forsyth, Mervyn Forsyth, Elza Frese, Nan Gould, Thelma Goodfellow, Howard Gilkey, Wal- ton Hastings, Estella Holchester, Fisher Kinslow, Helen Keegan, Annabel Lee, Mar- garet Lonergan, Beryle Loche, Hachel Lee, Ava Litton, Will Lambert, Ruth Luttrell, Lily Lewis, Carrol McIntosh, Lawrence Moore, Lester Mermann, Samuel Mitchell, Lenora Moodey, Edith McNutt, Leo Noo- nan, Harry Norton, Laurene Overton, Erba Peugh, Esther Scott, Russell Snyder, Ger- trude Weir, Mary Ward, Gwendolyn Yar- nell, Mary Baldridge, Catherine Deacon, Irene Norris, Helen Woolsey, Engelena Ward. | | —S=S=— a THE ECHO. SCHOOL NOTES. There is a great spirit of enthusiasm shown among the students of the High School in regard to the Senior play, which is to take place sometime next April. A large number entered the try-out on Wed- nesday evening. Arrangements are also being made for a cantata to be given near Christmas time which is to be under the supervision of Mrs. Minnie Mills, musical director of the Santa Rosa schools. The students of the High School were en- tertained in a very pleasing manner on Tuesday morning, November Ist, when they were permitted to listen to a recital given by Mr. Geo. B. Williams, a dramatic reader from New York. He gave selection from both comedy and tragedy, either of which were equally entertaining. Fred King, a former student of the High School, has resumed his studies again. The special musical programs, which are arranged by various students, and are de- livered on each Wednesday morning, prove to be very entertaining. Students’ Bazaar Is Success The bazaar given at the High School building by the pupils for the benefit of the student activities proved a much greater success than anticipated by the most en- thusiastic worker and the neat sum of $70 was realized. As early as 8 o’clock in the morning the students bagan to assemble by groups of twos and sixes, each bringing as a contribu- tion for the bazaar some dainty. The day proved a most joyous one to pupils and teachers alike, and one that will long be re- membered. At the close of school many of the mothers, who have been aroused to a deep interest in their children’s school work and play, with friends, called and joined the happy throng at the bazaar. The success of the bazaar was due largely to the very able management and untiring efforts of Miss Earle Wylie, treasurer of the Associated Student Body, and a mem- ber of the High School faculty. Miss O’Meara—“Every clod feels a stir of might.” Laurene—‘Explain what the ‘stir of might’ was.” Laurene O.—“Worms, I guess.” Lyman H.—‘Do you have much trouble with your automobile?” Shirley B.—‘ I couldn’t have more if I were married to the blame machine.” THE ECHO. TRACK The Santa Rosa High School was strong- ly in evidence at the track meet of the N. W. S. L. at Petaluma on October 15. There were about seventy-five rooters in the grand-stand, and they were there with spirit. They gave the team such thunderous cheers of encouragement, that the fellows literally swept the field. Every time an athlete clad in Orange and Black toed the scratch for the dashes, a rousing sympathetic cheer burst from the Santa Rosa rooting section, which sent him off like a rocket. For instance, in the so-yard dash, a faulty start threatened to throw Grove out altogether, but from the grand-stand came in crashing chorus, “What’s the matter with Grove—he’s all right—Who’s all right—Grove.” And the plucky little athlete forged ahead and came out second, after a sensational finish. Grove, Gore, McIntosh, Wilson, Clark and Cochrane composed the relay team and they tore off their laps in smashing style. The finish was exciting and spectacular in the extreme, drawing forth such enthusias- tic applause from the grand-stand as is sel- dom manifest even at much larger gather- ings. On Saturday, October 22, the S. R. H. added more lustre to her already glorious record, by winning first place in the S. N. A. C. A. L. semi-annual meet at Napa. Here, as on the Saturday before at Peta- luma, a crowd of loyal rooters packed the grand-stand and made the air ring with their merry songs and lusty cheers. The meet was hotly contested throughout and the interest of the rooters waxed to wildest enthusiasm. In the jumping and weight throwing, Santa Rosa was easily the leader, although it must be admitted we were outclassed in the dashes.. In the 440 yard dash, however, Cochrane’ distinguished himself by making a spectacular finish and winning his race. Ben Drake threw the hammer 138 ft. 6 in. breaking the League record and winning a gold medal. Pedersen did some tall jumping in the high jump, easily taking first place and a medal. McIntosh won the broad jump in clever fashion, In the relay race the wearers of the tiger colors were again the winners. A’s is al- ways the case, this race was the prettiest and most exciting event of the day, although the Santa Rosa athletes had their conpeti- tors outclassed in every lap. Summary: 50-yard dash—Harris (N.) won, Wilson (S R.) second, Grove (S. R.) third� Time, 0:05 4-5. 220-yard hurdles—Cochran (S. R.) won Gore (S. R.) second, Mayfield (N) third Time, 0:28 4-5. 440-yard dash—Cochrane (S. R.) won, Crooks (B) second, Clark (S. R.) third Time, 0:55. 120-yard hurdles—Genty (V) won, Camp (N.) second, Mills (S. R.) third. Time, 0:18. One mile run—Falconer (N.) won, Sny- oe act AO ERE — Ra as — i | ) iM | | | ne Oe — ee i re THE ECHO. der (S. R.) second, Williams (V) Time, 5:03. 1o0-yard dash—Harris (N.) won, Wilson (S R.) second, Grove (S. R.) third. Time, 0:10 3-5. 880-yard dash—Falconer (N) won, Sny- der (S. R.) second, McIntosh (S. R.) third. Time, 2:14 3-5. third. 220-yard dash—Harris (N) won, Wilson (S. R.) second, McIntosh (S. R.) third. Time, 0.24. Twelve-pound hammer throw—Drake (S. R.) won, King (S. R.) second, Elson (B.) third. Distance, 138 feet 6 inches. Pole vault—Pederson (S. R.) won, May- field (N) and Lambert (S. R.) tied for sec- ond. Height, 10 feet 3 inches. Twelve-pound shot put—-Elson (B) won, Lambert (S. R.) second, Robertson (N.) third. Distance, 40c feet II inches. High jump—Pederson (S. R.) won, Camp (N.) and Genty (V.) tied for second. Height 5 feet 2 inches. Broad jump—MclIntosh (S. R.) won, Mil- lard (Seb.) second, Grove (S. R.) third. Distance, 19 feet I inch. Discus throw—Drake (S. R:) won, Lam- bert (S. R.) second, King (S. R.) third. Dis- tance, 90 feet. Half-mile relay race—Santa Rosa won, Napa second, Sebastopol third. 1:38 3-5. The record the team has made is an envi- able one. A summary will show this. In the two meets of the N. W. S. L. and the S. N. S.C. A. L., the total number of points to be won was 315. Out of this number Santa Rosa secured 168, or a small fraction less than 50 per cent. The other 50 per cent was divided among five other schools. Judging from these figures, an athlete from Santa Rosa is equal to five ordinary ath- letes; or the athletes of our school are five times as clever as those elsewhere. Out of these two meets Santa Rosa also won twelve gold medals, nineteen silver Time, besides breaking the record for the hammer throw in the S. N.S. C. A. L. Too much praise cannot be given to the captain of this glorious team, Mr. William Lambert. To him must go a large per cent of the credit for making this season’s ath- letics the success they have attained. Third Annual Field Day The third annual field day of the North- western Sub-League of the A. A. L. was held in Petaluma and attracted a good at- tendance of young people from the various towns which had teams entered. About 100 rooters attended from Santa Rosa, and un- der the leadership of yell leader Vernon Ross, cheered their team to a magnificent victory. The result of the field day was as follows: San taiRosate nim ainsi arama opayiw iyavesels ararin euaee 79 Petal gmat sisets stecsepnivysinwy stsfars'e Bieaa tees sya sve 34 Pealdsh tirotayina daar doratetatayetete) cer eeinie cia 31 Wit IM Sidees ooh chart 5 eabelataiaxsieratsycickcramoaratn abetatnts 24 ANALY 22s a er ayatdia leis chasis niereqe ih (esraletamuae rey ot 4 Track Events 50-yard dash—Dorrah (P.) won, Grove (S. R.) second, McIntosh (S. R.) third, Mc- Cutchan (H.) fourth. Time, 0:05 45. 440-yard dash—Cochrane (S. R.) wone, Clark (S. R.) second, Raymaker (P) third Shulze (H.) fouth. Time 0:53 2-5. 120-yard hurdles—Rowe (W) won, Gore (S. R.) second, Mills (P.) third, Whited (W.) fourth. Time, 0:18 2-5. 880-yard dash—Brown (P.) won, Talbott (S. R.) second, Bowers (A.) third. Time, 2:15 2-5, 220-yard dash—Clark (S. R.) won, Wil- son (S. R.) second, McIntosh (S. R.) third, Briggs (H.) fourth. Time, 0:23 3-5. 220-yard hurdles—Cochrane (S. R.) won Gore (S. R.) second, Hyatt (P.) third, Tur- not (W.) fourth. Time, 0:27 2-5. 1o0o-yard dash—Wilson (S. R.) won, Clay (W.) second, Grove (S. R.) third, Dorrah medals, and twenty-three bronze medals, (P.) fourth. Time, 0:10 3-5. — ———— Di R)) i, i 4 )) i THE ECHO. Mile run—Mills (P.) won, Snyder (S. R.) second, Smith (P.) third, Thomas (A.) fourth. Time, 4:58. Field Events Hammer throw—King (S. R.) won Drake (S. R.) second, Dorand (H) third Distance, 129 feet. Pole vault—Eldridge (H.) won, Walters (P.) second, Peterson (S. R.) third, Lam- bert (S. R.) fourth. Distance, 10 feet 6 in. High jump—Rowe (W.) won, Eldridge (H.) second, Pedersen (S. R.) third, Brun- son (P.) fourth. Distance, 5 feet 10 inches. Shot put—Scatena (H.) won, Lambert (S. R.) second, Drake (S. R.) third, Briggs (H.) fourth. Distance, 46 feet. Broad jump—Banks (H.) won, Scatena (H.) second, McIntosh (S. R.) third, Wil- lard (A.) fourth. Distance, 19 feet 934 in. Discus throw—Scatena (H.) won, Clay (W.) second, Drake S. R.) third, Doran (H.) fourth. Distance, 98 feet 8 inches. Mile relay—Santa Rosa won, Petaluma second, Healdsburg third. Time, 3:31 4-5. The officials were: Scorer, A. B. Way; announcer, L. Moore; clerk of course, Eli Jacobs; referee, H. R. Bull; starter, I. D Steele; timers, C. L. Sarcy and M. Singer: judges, F. W. McConnell, W. Rogers and Dr. Anderson; field judges, J. E. William- son, S. H. Burd and H. Lutgens. ‘The teams in the mile relay were as fol- lows: Santa Rosa—Grove, Gore, McIntosh, Wil- son, Clark, Cochrane. Sub—Mills, Peder- sen, Merman. Petaluma—Dorron, Raysmaker, Peck Anderson, Smith, Brown. Sub—Mills, Ad- ams, Walters. Healdsburg—Schultze, Scatena, Bagley Briggs, McCutchan, Jeffrey, Lewis. Boys’ Basketball Mr. Steel has certainly earned a rest, but his ability and willingness in serving us stands in the way. He is now coaching the basketball boys, and under his direction, a large number are “trying out.” Captain Carl Wilson, Manager Moore and Lester Merman—the old _ basketball veterans—are again in the field. Jesse Wil- son, Bruce Merman, Norton, Bettini, Jones, Duncan and others are working faithfully George Duncan has been chosen as cap- tain of the second team. He is doing good work in that capacity. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Three big cheers for Mr. Perrier! The girls’ basketball team have succeeded in getting their much-respected and _ well known coach back again. Under him they feel sure they can have a winning team this year. As yet they are not very strong, but with hard and faithful practice they will make a good team. They have played two practice games, but owing to lack of prac- tice, were beaten in both games. The girls went to Healdsburg the 14th of October, and were royally entertained by the H. H. S. girls while there. To show the friendship of the two schools, Doctor Kinley, coach of the H. H. S., pres ented the captain, Lily Lewis, with seven H. H. S. pennants, to give to the S. R. H. S. team. The game resulted in a score of 12 to 2 in Healdsburg’s favor. The team was as fol- lows. Forwards, Margaret Lonergan and Eloise Yarnell; guards, Mary Coleman and Lily Lewis (capt.) ; centers, Beryl LeBaron, Mil- dred Wadsworth and Ida Haynie man- ager.) Sub, George Wolf. Miss Abeel and Mr. Perrier accompanied the team as chaperon and coach respective- ly. The practice game with Analy was played on the Analy school grounds. The score was 15 to 14 in favor of Analy. a a | | | A financial committee meeting was held October 6. A motion was carried allowing the mem- bers of the track team $2.10 each for ex- penses to Berkeley. The regular meeting of the 3oard was held October 11. The girls’ basketball team was given per- mission to play the Healdsburg team, which { team was to pay all expenses. Eight boys, including the relay team, Ben | Drake and Vernon King, were granted the | “S.” Left to the finance committee. Ida Haynie was elected girls’ basketball manager. The manager’s report of “Echo” was accepted. The reports were turned over to the au- diting committee. | The regular meeting was held October 18. Governing September } There was a motion carried giving the i track team their expenses to Petaluma left to the finance committee. } Lawrence Moore was appointed to find | out about renting Bower’s Hall for the girls’ { basketball team. A motion was carried that the track team should have paid fares to Napa Saturday. The regular meeting was held October 25. Lawrence Moore reported that Bower’s Hall could be gotten every evening from 3:30 to 6:00 o’clock, for $20 a month. Two games could be played during the month. S’s were granted to Messrs. Snyder, Tal- bot and Lambert. The finance committee being present, the girls’ team was allowed to rent Bower’s Hall, but under the supervision of the man- ager of the boys’ team. Vernon Ross was elected yell leader. The treasurer's report was accepted. The regular meeting was held November Ist. A motion was carried allowing the girls’ basketball team to play Analy. NOTICE All material for the December number of The Echo must be received by Tuesday, November 22, 1910. Give stories to Law- rence Moore, and jokes to Ava Litton. EXCHANGES With this issued of The Echo begins a new form of commenting upon our ex- changes, namely, that of more detailed and careful criticism of the efforts of our fellow- students. The exchange department is in many respects our most useful, and I fear most neglected department. If properly conducted, the exchanges will reflect our obvious faults as they appear to the unpreju- diced and impartial outsider. Oftentimes the criticisms of the exchange editor are considered as discouraging, or attempts to “knock.” This idea is narrowminded, to say the least, and can only result in unin- tentional hard feeling between schools. The Echo exchange editor has but one idea in view—to frankly and honestly state the faults and virtues of those publications which come to his hands. In my opinion the giving of undue praise is the most de- plorable sort of “knocking” possible. On the other hand, a sincere criticism is a hear- ty and friendly “Boost.” “The Advance,’ Arcata Union High School: Your 1910 Commencement number presents a very neat appearance. More cuts, of as good a quality as those used, would be a material benefit. Your stories seem to be written with a dignified fear of “offending” the plot rather than of being in harmony with it. Why no table of con- tents? We are sorry you come but once a year. “Thident,’”’ Santa Cruz: Your one re- deeming feature is the “cut” at the head of “Alumni Notes.” We are of the opinion that “Polly wants some help.” A_ better grade of paper would lend a more pleasing appearance to you. “Enterprise,” Petaluma: The 1910 Com- mencement number is surely a _ credit to your school, and to the staff. Your cuts are good; material is we ll arranged. The plot development in your stories is, how- ever, developed in a weak form. The “josh” department surely did their duty. Why don’t you come oftener? Will not a school of your size support more than an “annual?” “Manzanita,’ Watsonville Commence- ment number: We _ search in vain for a table of contents. Your cover and cover design make too gloomy an appearance for a commencement number. Your literary arrangement is good. Your cuts, though few, are good, and well arranged. The “josh” cut is as unique as we have seen for sometime. Your various departments are well represented. “El Gabilan,” Salinas City: Judging from the “Editorial Comment,” you are the Aug- ust issue, but we find no definite data as to what issue you are. If your advertising section is to be the determining factor, it is certain that your “business manager” does the “hustling” at Salinas. Your lit- erary material is good, however. “The Quill,” Marion, lowa: We can find no table of contents, dedication, or other suitable beginning. Your arrangement is poor. Editorials should not be inserted first. The use of a few more cuts would be a material benefit. Your literary ma- terial is good, and would be even more ap- preciated if we all understood the “local color.” ee eee cl @) CF; Kickers here, and knockers there, | And cute ones all around; They kick and growl and war and howl Like apes in jungle town. How to Become an Angel Purification by explosion—Immerse _io- dine in aqua ammonia; filter; dry the pre cipitate; grind in a mortar—write up your notes in the next world. Will Lambert—“Cheer up, Sam, if she did leave you. There are as many good fish in the sea as have ever been caught.” “ec Sam (mournfully)—‘But I have lost my y . } bait.” Rodney (collecting dues)—‘Dig up, Pearse.” Pearse—‘I respond only to the de- serving.” Rodney—“‘Who are they?” Pearse—“‘“Those who never ask for dues.” Percy Holms—‘These glasses give me an intelligent appearance.” . Vic Anderson—“Gee, but they are pow- : erful.” ; : Miss Crane (Physics) —‘“Have any of you girls a match?” Howard G.—“T have, Miss Crane.” ‘ e 5 | Crystal Cleaning and | Dyeing Works Oldest and Best All Cleaning by Dry Process 721 Fourth Street Phone 142 ty tz MEAG yh, Freshie (trustingly to Senior)—‘Sir, will you please tell me what an octopus is?” Senior—“Why, en—er. Oh, yes, it is de- rived from octo, eight, and puss, a cat. It means eight cats.” A rather impulsive young Mr Took a girl to a game and then Kr; She asked “Is it fun?” He replied, “No, it’s none”; It’s a duty one owes to one’s Sr. Mr. Steele—“After today, class, I will not call the roll, but will expect those ab- sent to speak to me about it at the end of the hour.” 3eryl Locke (Eng. Hist.)—‘“The barons broke out—————.”_ With what, Beryl? Miss Crane (Physics)—‘What holds the moon in place?” Walton H. beams, Miss Crane.” (thinking deeply)—‘“It’s U. C. Professor who was visiting S. R— “What kind of boys do you turn out of the Santa Rosa High?” Mr. Searcy—‘We turn out the bad ones.” Have You Tried Jacobs’ Jar Taffies? Why not? If not? THE ECHO. Esther G—‘“I don’t feel like studying; let us play “The Ancient Mariner.” You may be the albatross.” Arthur E.—“ All right, if you'll be the ancient mariner. Esther G.—‘‘Nothing doing; I don’t want you hanging on my neck.” He sallied out one evening To call on the fair young miss, And when he reached her _ residence this like steps the up Ran Her papa met him at the door, He did not see the miss; He’ll not go back there anymore, For —-Ex. There was a yound chemistry bluff, Who was mixing some new fangled stuff; Dropped a match in a vial after a while— They picked up his front teeth and cuff. Don G.—‘ Who was the leading man in that company that you went out with last season?” Leo. N.—“I really forget, but I know I was the leading man coming home; I was always a good walker.” M. F. NOACK Everything in the JEWELRY LINE 535 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA Vernon R, (Hist. I.)—“What do they put under the corner stone?” Miss Wylie—“Oh, current coins, litera- ture and the like. We want posterity to know our peculiar customs.” Vernon R.—‘ Then, why not include one of the current hats and hobble skirts.” Howard G. (Hist. IV.) —“Henry Hudson went up the Hudson river until the water got fresh, and then he returned.” Miss Smith (Geometry I.)—‘What is a rhombus ??” Allison D.—‘A squashed rectangle.” Marguerite—“What two sons always go together?” Edna C.—“Pederson and Hodgson.” Wanted—A capable nursemaid, used to freshmen antics and able to keep off mo- iesting small boys. Apply to Vernie Rob- ins, ‘S. Rosh. 'S. Miss O’Meara—‘ What did Shakespeare write?” Helen Mays—‘Lamb Tales from Shake- speare.” Senior—‘So your efforts to get on the track team were fruitless?” Freshie—“Oh, no; they gave me a lem- ” on, Pt Fe THE ECHO. St. Rose Drug Store Fourth and A Streets Santa Rosa, Cal. The Place Where You Get a SQUARE DEAL WM. McK. STEWART - - Proprietor The best dressers have their Clothes Cleaned by the NEW METHOD WHY? When in Want of Flour Ask For aq ROSE BRAND NEW MILL NEW MANAGEMENT SANTA ROSA FLOUR MILLS CO. W.S, HOSMER SON SCHOOL BOOKS MUSIC AND STATIONERY California Oyster Market and Grill LEADING RESTAURANT Fourth St., Bet A and B : Santa Rosa Prescription Druggist Phone S.R. 5 LUTTRELL’S DRUG STORE BIGGEST STORE BEST STOCK LOWEST PRICES 327 Fourth St. - - - - - Santa Rosa FRED GROHE ARTISTIC FLORAL DESIGNS Plits niut Flowersfor 11 Occassions PHONE 467R McDonald Aveuue R. C. MOODEY SON STYLISH EXCLUSIVE FOURTH ST. = SANTA ROSA Mr. Searcy—‘Why did you bring that music box to school?” Tillie B—‘“I don’t know.” Mr. Searcy—“How old are you, Tillie?” AUTO- MOBILES Bicycles Sporting Goods SCHELLING GARAGE 4, ‘ Li Get your Certificates for the Free Piano SANTA ROSA FURNITURE CO, THE ECHO. CANDY and ICE CREAM A. D. SKINKLE Formerly C. T. SHERMAN'S FOURTH STREET - SANTA ROSA When in school use a Sonoma Fountain Pen. PRICE $1.00. Every Pen Guaranteed. Ten Per Cent Discount to Students. Made Expressly for TEMPLE SMITH 611 FOURTH STREET SANTA ROSA Pens May Be Taken Out on Approval. A WHEEL GIVEN AWAY A Ticket with Every 25 Cent Purchase at Cordingley’s Cyclery Native Sons’ Bldg. Phone 313R HIGH SCHOOL PINS HIGH SCHOOL HAT PINS HIGH SCHOOL SPOONS JOHN HOOD Sign of the Big Clock JEWELER SANTA ROSA ELITE HAIR DRESSING PARLORS Telephone 538 Electrolysis, Shampooing, Manicur- ing, Facial Massage, Scalp Treat- ment. Hair work done. 630 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. JUELL’S DRUG STORE 621 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. E.R. SAWYER Watches, Diamonds, Jewelry 529 Fourth St. (Jacobs’ Candy Store) Santa Rosa Only good lo oking people are to read this: ‘pazla9u0d OS dq },UP[NOM J Text Books and School Supplies C. A. Wright Co. Leading Booksellers and Stationers 615-617 FOURTH ST. SANTA ROSA “Do you believe in fate?” asked Don as he drew nearer. “Well,’answeredEngelina, “I believe what is going to happen, will happen.” HAHMAN DRUG CO. Prescription Druggists 213 Exchange Ave., Santa Rosa J. C. MAILER HARDWARE CO. For all kinds of Fine Hardware SANTA ROSA, CAL. FOURTH SREET . iain THE ECHO. — PROFESSIONAL GARDS — Office Phone. 248 R Residence Phone, 243 Y DR. G.W. MALLORY Exchange Bank Building SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA Dr. S. I. Wyland Os-te-o-path ’Phone Connection Santa Rosa Bang Bldg. - - Santa Rosa MARY JESSE HOSPITAL Mrs. Mary E. Jesse, Matron No Contagious Diseases 815 Fifth Street - - - - Phone 248Y P. A, MENERAY Physician and Surgeon Office: Santa Rosa Bank Bldg. Phone 392R Residence, 521 Mendocino Ave. Phone 392Y Santa Rosa, Cal. R. W. NELSON Dentist 509A Fourth St. Phone Black 4191 Santa Rosa, Cal. DR. JACKSON TEMPLE Physician and Surgeon Rooms 6, 7 and 25 Union Trust Bank Building Hours—to-12 A. M.; 2-4 7-8 P. M. Phone DR. ADA B. SISSON Osteupothic Physician Santa Rosa Bank Bldg. Santa Rosa, Calif. Phone 233R Naomi E. Moke, graduate Emblamer H. H. MOKE Class of 1890. FUNERAL DIRECTOR 418 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. Miss Leddy—‘Are there any feathered quadrupeds ?” Helen—“Yes, a feather bed ” LEE BROS. CO. 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Leading Wholesale and Retail Bakery in Sonoma County. 717, Fourth Street. ’Phone 415J Miss Wirt—“Who were the first gam- blers?” Skip G.—“Adam and Eve.” Miss Wirt—“Where did you hear that?” Skip—“Well, didn’t they shake a para- dise (pair a dice.) — MISSES LAMBERT Fine Millinery 314 B Street - - - - Santa Rosa, Calif. Phone 706J NR TE Seniors were born for great things, Sophs. were born for small; But it ne’er has been recorded Why Freshies were born at all. —Ex. Miss Wirt—“Norman, do you know what a blotter is?” Norman Mc.—‘Yessum. 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Holiday Goods Toys——Fancy Dishes Good Goods for the Least Money Masonic Building Brooks Clothing Co. YOUNG MEN’S NOBBY SUITS FOR SPRING 509 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA ‘The place to Buy your Heating Stoves is at GARDINER BROS. 709-711 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa Miss Mailer (to a small Freshman of Irish descent)—“What is a lake?” The Irish Freshman—“A lake is a small hole in a kettle.” Free Delivery Phone 50 Eugene C. Farmer PRESCRIPTION DRUGGIST yor Fourth St.,Cor D - - - Santa Rosa N. BACIGALUPI SON Groceries and Provisions PHONE 245 203-205 Fourth St. Santa Rosa Dealer in all Kinds of F. BERKA guiding Material SANTA ROSA, CAL. WILSON STREET a L Lge PLING, y ; Y LA Uy ;) 4 1% , a. Z Zo, —— EGHO” a Fie Sanam A ANA AN SORE ai A a AON i i yn RE EE: NEE A eM Stns ah ARR pent = to PR oinvin % To the Faculty This issue of The Echo is Dedicated CONTENTS COVER DESIGN............ Core ors A CHRISTMAS GHOST STORY........ Po tic ba ra eke: Dorothy Westrup 12 AMISH SHINES) TEAR Dp es ae L. Moore ’11 OUTOReL Hits Ric AME Sm we so ie. Edith Sanford ’12 ATHLETICS EDITORIALS THE FACULTY EXCHANGES GOVERNING BOARD REPORT SOCIETY JOKES ADS—Read Them. SANTA ROSA HIGH SCHOOL THE BGHO Von,. if SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA, DECEMBER, 1910 No. 5 Dorothy E. Westrup. T was Christmas eve. The dozen—among whom I was one—were un- house was festive in its fortunate enough to be so far away from garlands of holly and home that we had to remain at the house. bunches of mistletoe, and However, it wasn’t so gloomy as we all the household were smiling and happy as we gathered around the crackling fire that went roaring up the chimney, and made us forget the cold and snow outside. I had just come home from college—my first return during the four years I had been away—and all the friends and relations, as well as the family itself, had been anxious to hear of my life away from home. But now that I had been home a few days the children began to clamor for stories, and co now they coaxed and it was a Christmas story they wanted. “But make a bear in it,” cried nine-year- old Ted. “No! No! bears are baby stories,” Make it ghosts; do— this derisively from “Well, ve—es, ghosts ‘ul do—but please hurry.” Margaret, just entering her ‘teens. “All right youngster, J think I’ve got a story that will suit you; it’s a true one, too. It really happened last Christmas when I was away at college.” At this, the rest of the ready to hear of the mysterious, and know- group, always ing it probably involved some college prank, gathered around more eagerly, as I began the followin® tale: Most of the fellows from the Frat house went home for You sce it was this way: the Christmas holidays, but about half a thought it was going to be, for one of the fellows, who lived on a big country place, not far from the city, asked the six of us to come home with him, and we most hear- tily accepted and went. The day before Christmas it snowed hard, aw fully but that evening was clear and edld. We sat around the fire, smoking, and telling stories, and at last we began to talk of haunted houses and of ghosts. “Say, Bill, can’t you scare up a haunted house, or a church-yard, or something, so we can have some sort of a lark tonight? I feel just like it,” exclaimed Ralph, one of the party, addressing our host. “That's what I can!” answered Bill, and we all cried, “All right, let’s have it!” “Well, [ll tell you, fellows: old church-yard about half a mile from here There There is an where there is an old unuse d vault. are some wierd tales I’ve heard about its being haunted—someone murdered there or something. Now I'll wager, when it comes right to it, that any two of you will be scar- ed blue to go down there at midnight, to- night, with one match, open the old door of the wall. that vault and jam a fork into Now. then, who'll go: As we were all ready to show how brave we were we decided to “toss up,” and after doing so it was decided that Ralph and I THE ECHO. were to be the victims. So we were divest- ed of all our matches but one, armed with a fork, and after donning our overcoats, with directions as to the way to get there, we yroceeded on our exploit a few minutes be- fore midnight. It was quite a dark night—darker than we iad expected, and we didn't know the way, yut neither of us mentioned the fact. Fool- ishly, we told each other all the wierd tales we could think of, and when we at last reached the church-yard we were atya point where we would have iumped at any un- usual noise—we didn’t mention that fact ei ther. When we arrived at the grave-yard it seemed darker than ever, probably because of the many cypress trees growing there. which seemed to stretch out their armlike branches and welcome us into the myster- ious unknown. The vault, Will told us, was in back of the church, and so we felt our way, stumb- ling over headstones and stumps fairly coy- ered with snow, and at last reached what was unmistakably the old vault. Ralph had the fork, so I told him I'd open the door. It was so dark that I couldn't find the handle and so struck our one match, which the wind blew out almost immediate- ly. but not until [ had found the desired knob, and wrenched the old door open. The wind rushed in, and so did Ralph, who jab- bed the fork into the wall and turned to make a hurried exit—but “Jack, I’m caught!” And with a yell and a crash he fell. I felt immediately for a match, only to be met with empty pockets, for we had used our one match and had no more, so therefore I couldn't see, but groped my way to him and tried to arouse him, but he was senseless, and I knew I must go for help. What had happened I didn’t know. I shall never forget that wild run home, stumbling over everything that came in my path, and fancying all manner of horrors as I flew along. At last, after what seemed hours, I reach- ed the house and stumbled up the steps, flung open the door and cried, “A lantern, quick!” and come along! Hurry! He may be dead!” The boys were soon mighty well frighten- ed as I panted out the story and we were soon, all six of us, rushing once more across the moor to the church-yard, half expecting to find Ralph dead, or at least spirited away, but he wasn’t, for we found him lying deathly white on the floor of the vault. We soon revived him and he stood up, still very pale and shaky, and we all asked questions at once. “Something caught me,” he said, “just as I had stuck the fork in and was going to go out. But let’s get out of her; I’ve had enough ‘spooks’ for one night.” And he started to move away. “Hold on, Ralph,” cried Bill, “or you'll vet caught again! Look here, fellows; here’s the secret! Jove! Ralph, that’s a joke.” We all turned to see that the har mless fork had done all the mischief in this way: When Ralph went into the vault the wind blew his overcoat so that when he thrust the fork into the wood it pinned his coat firmly to the wall, and, as he turned to leave, he was jerked back suddenly, thinkk- ing, because of all the nonsense we had been talking about, that someone was hold- ing him. Then he had fainted. “Gee!” (This from the nine-year-old.) Well, youngsters, I hope that was ghostly enough for you; it certainly was for us, and I don’t think any of us want to duplicate it very soon. Erba P.—‘T don’t see how you could join such a club if you didn’t believe in the ob- feCteoredtna Gladys H.—‘ Well, you see, it meets on Mondays, and that was the only day in the week that [ had no place to go.’ | THEFECEHO THE SIMPLE LIFE L. Moore. AS the only one who got off at Centerville. Judg- A i : ing irom the open-mouth- ed wonder with which the natives regarded me, I was the only one who ever got off at Centerville. I was there to spend a quiet, restful va- cation, but had | known how it was to be spent, | should never have left the train at Centerville. Uncle Joel was there, and after the pre- liminary pump-handle demonstrations of welcome, safely guided me to the most nerve-racking contrivance I ever saw. It looked like a Jumber yard on wheels. The seat was so high that an elevator would have been a blessing. Uncle Joel said he had brought a load of wood to town with it. He was sorry it was the only convey- ance available. So was I. When, after a long and laborious climb, we were safely mounted, Uncle Joel gave a coaxing cluck to his horses, which would have moved a heart of adamant—but not those steeds. Then he said “Gid-ap’- which, I suppose, was part of their secret code. Anyway, they understood, for brac- ing their feet, they stood still. The final signal for starting immediately followed. Unele Joel playfully tickled their backs with a lash. The spirit of fun was mutual, for the horses playfully tickled the wagon with their heels. Uncle Joel put down the whip. The horses put down their heels. Then we all “put down” the road. The day was hot, so was I, when my dear uncle said we had twelve miles to travel. | neglected to state that in mounting my seat of torment—an electric chair would have been a relief—I covered my new trousers with grease. It does not matter—the erease-spots were soon concealed by the dust. That Centerville dust had more of the ingredients of a good character than J had. It possessed the “stick-to-it-ivness” of fresh paint, the staying ability of an ob- jectionable caller, the tenacity of a bull-dog, and an insatiable ambition to surmount dif- ficulties—I know it had the latter quality, else it never could have surmounted that wagen. I am as slow getting to the point of my story as we were in reaching Uncle Joel's ranch. But after several hours of bouncing over the dust-hidden rocks, and of starting horses—for they stopped, the horses I mean, just eight times—we finally arrived at a jarge and pretentious barn, situated in which was the point of my story. In the rear of the barn snuggled a little, cozy cottage among the many-tinted hues f manzanita and poison oak. In the rear of the house was a kitchen, and thither I wended my way. After limbering my arm yy another pump-handle feat, | unlimbered nyself of an accumulation of dust large enough to have fertilized an acre of corn and. A farm-house kitchen usually contains hings eatable. As I did not, I was glad of the invitation to seat myself on a wooden bench and drive away the flies until the food was brought. When the latter was deposited before me, I understood the pres- ence of the flies. Flies are queer insects They have a taste for cold cabbage, and therein we differ. Cold cabbage is the bane of my digestion. On the pretext of not be- ing hungry, I left the cabbage to the flies and strolled forth to forget my hunger in oblivion. The dull brown of the nearby hills formed a picturesque back-ground to the beautiful and aromatic fields of tar- weeds, through which I made my solitary way. Reflecting upon all that I had read THE ECHO. er enmneeeeeneeeeeeemeeeeeneneeeneeeeaeeeeeneneneenermeneeeenee ea concerning the pleasures of “The Simple Life,’ I walked further than I at first in- tended. I awoke from my revery with a sudden start. The stars were just coming out—so was the bull. I heard his musical bellow resounding over the waving tar- weed, as he rushed from the barn where | said the point of my story lay. The latter was not always in the barn, as just now it was in the field, and if its owner should reach me—I shuddered to think where that particular point might then be. I have often heard it said that one of the glories of a farm is that one is “close to na- ture.” In a few moments I was so “close to nature” that I could easily imagine its hot breath upon me. I sprinted valiantly to gain the nearest tree, and so did the bull. I arrived out of breath but with sufficient power left to swing myself into the tree, aiter which I turned to see how close the bull was. He was half-way across the field. Finally he did arrive and immediately open- ed seige operations. He bellowed like @ full-fledged sea captain. 1 was glad he lacked artillery and scaling-ladders. I set- tiled down comfortably on a soft limb and, lulled by the sweet warbling of the brown thrush and grey mosquito, spent the first few hours in meditation and profound thought. But the thrush ceased its singing, the- tender caresses of the mosquito dis- gusted me with its display of poor taste, and my position upon the kuotty limb grew mo- notonous as the night wore on. I began to fear that even Centerville dust was less persistent that Uncle Joel’s bull. I was mistaken, however, as in another hour, the seige was closed, the invader vanished, and I was allowed to descend. As I preferred flies and cold cabbage to bulls and mos- quitoes, I started off on the high power and reached the farm-house at full speed. Upon arriving I found a match for the Centerville dust in the shape of Uncle Joel's dog. Right here is another point to my story, and when that bull-terrier settled down to business there was a mouthful of points. In a few noments there was a legful of points. In the soft moonlight, with only the silent start to witness, there was fought a bloody yattle that night. Charging, retreating, hand to hand—and tooth to leg—the con- flict raged. At last, with desperate fury, | shook myself free, and with speed born of error, ran into a clothes-line. I did not stop long—in fact, I made an amazingly short stop—but continued to run until safe in the folds of my blankets. My bed was a dream of downy softness— but only a dream. After a night of turmoil, I arose at dawn, immeasurably refreshed and likewise sore. I shall not dwell upon my breakfast, since the recollection pains me now as my stomach did then, but shall pass on to something more interesting. It occurred in the hog-pens, to which | accompanied Uncle Joel, shortly after breakfast. I had never seen a live hog at close range, and upon my expressing a cur- iosity regarding the creatures, my fond and politic uncle invited me to carry the feed io them. As I climbed over the worm-fence I instantly found myself in a maelstrom of squealing, grunting swine, which quickly precipitated yours truly to the ground, while the hogs fought desperately over the semi-liquid food which had been spilled up- on my new suit. That afternoon Uncle Joel suggested that I take a walk to the hill pasture for the pur- pose of enjoying the country air and inci- dentally to bring back a calf with me. Tak- ing a rope from the barn, therefore, I set out upon the expedition across the two miles of sunny—very sunny—freshly- ploughed fields of the intervening farms, to the pasture wherein hid the calf. When I reached the pasture I paused only to shake the fertile soil from my shoes, then began the search. After a short scout of an hour or two, I came upon the object of my quest, entrenched in the center of a large thistle patch. All efforts to move the enemy from his stronghold, by every piece THE ECHO. of strategy known to warfare, except actual storming, proved of no avail. Having first carefully reconnoitered his position, | bom- barded it until my ammunition was exhaust- ed. I tried to alarm him by stealthy ma- neuvering about the walls; I coaxed him. threatened him, and even sat down to starve him out. Then, becoming impatient, I forgot that “discretion is the better part of valor,” and injudiciously decided to carry the works by storm. In accordance with this rash plan, I boldly, but cautiously en tered the thistle patch. I had hardly begun the grand assault, when | stopped, perforce, to find large splinters from the walls of the enemy adhering to various parts of my an- atomy. The penetrating ability of those thistles, like the Centerville dust, reminded me of confetti on festal days in my dear old city home. I was meditating retreat, when, poor general that I was, I allowed myself to be aroused by the taunting blat of my enemy. After a long and discouraging ad- vance, I at length reached the center of at- traction and tied my rope to the same. Seiz- ing «the rope’ tightly, I cried “gid-ap!” as nearly like Uncle Joel did as possible. Noth- ing happened. “Shoo!” I mimicked Aunt Janet’s method of frightening chickens. Still nothing happened. Then I applied the loose end of the rope—my own method. Then something did happen. That obstinate and head-strong calf sud- denly jumped into the air and tore through those thistles with absolutely no regard for my aversion to them, but unceremoniously dragged me over the entire patch. Several minutes of this amusement, and my captive left the thistles, raced down the _ hill-side, and soon reached the ploughed fields. Since I had struck every rock, every tree, every stump, during the mad flight, I was glad enough to reach soft ground again, although I was forced to plough it up again as the race continued. In an incredible time we reached the old farm, and it was with a feeling of pride that ! cried out to my uncle, who quickly fled up a ladder at our approach— “Here is your calf, Uncle Joel.” ‘Calf, nothing!” he exploded, angrily. “I don’t see no calf but yourself—that there animal is Sam Higegly’s angorry goat!” The next train out of Centerville bore a very disconsolate and very disreputable looking personage, who was constantly mut- tering unprintable things about— the stren- uous life.” VOM THE ECHO. 2 OUT OF THE FLAMES Edith H. Ruth! You just look great tonight,” said Bess as she entered Ruth’s dressing room. “No better than you do : Bess,” she said, smiling and glancing at her chum’s attire. “But come on; father has been waiting some time for me.” ; “Well, Mr. Montgomery, Ruth’s ready at last,” said Bess, as the two girls entered the room where that gentleman sat, reading. “Really!” he exclaimed, jumping up and laying aside his paper. ‘Women do beat all to primp. Here I’ve been waiting for the last half-hour, and I began to get ready after Ruth did Mr. Montgomery glanced at his watch. a “Dear me, girls, we'd better hurry if we want to see the first of that play.” The three now hurried on and soon en- tered one of the city’s large theaters. The first act was half over by the time they were seated. The time passed quickly. The fourth and last act was soon drawing to its close. Everyone was watching the stage with deep interest, wondering as to the conclu- sion of the scene. Suddenly there was a loud cry of “Fire! Fire!’ Then, as a red tongue of flames burst out near the stage everyone took up the dreadful cry. The women and children screamed and cried, but the men were too frightened to quiet them, took which everybody tried to be first at the exit Then a general stampede place, in Mr. Montgomery grabbed a frightened girl with each hand and tried to get out with the crowd. As the jam became worse. he lost hold of Ruth’s arm, but did not realize it until it was too late to go back and get her. While she was vainly strug- gling on alone, she was knocked off her feet by some one pushing past her. Her head Sanford struck something hard as she fell, and she remembered no more of the terrible scene. A young man, coming immediately be- hind Kuth, saw her fall. He picked her up and escaped with his burden through a side entrance, which was less crowded than the main one. Dr. Benson, for such was the young man’s nanie, carried the unconscious Ruth to his carriage, and ordered his coach- man. to drive home instantly. “Lor’ sakes, Mas’r! is the lady dead?” ex- claimed the old darky, when she opened the door for the doctor and saw the blood on Ruth's head. “No, Mammy, but send mother up here quickly,” he called back from the top of the stairs, to which he had already carried Ruth. He laid her down and began to examine the wound on the side of her head. A benign- looking, white-haired lady soon appeared in the doorway of the room. “Why did you bring her home instead of sending her to one of the emergency hos- pitals, Richard?” “Because I thought the hospitals would be crowded. There was an exceptionally large crowd at the play, and I know there must have been many injured.” Ruth was unconscious all night and the next day she was delirious, so Doctor and Mrs. Benson had been unable to discover her identity. On the following day, owing to the doctor’s faithful attendance and _ his mother’s careful nursing, Ruth became con- scious again; whereupon she began to ask where she was and why she was there Mrs. Benson told her of the accident at the theater, also that she was now at Dr. Ben- son’s—her rescuez’s home. Upon Mrs. Benson’s Ruth ex- inquiry, plained who she was. When she learned that neither the doctor nor his mother knew anything oi lier father and her chum, she became very much worried, fearing they THE ECHO had fared as badly, if not worse, than she had. At his round of calls that day, the doctor inquired after Ruth’s father, but could learn nothing, as he had not happened to meet with anyone who knew that gentleman. On returning home that evening, the doctor assured Ruth that, if she did not worrk too much, she should be able to be taken home in the carriage the next day. Then she could soon find out what had happened to her jather. Ruth tried to smile and be brave, and said she would not cross the bridge before she came to it. Accordingly, on the following day, she prepared to go home. She thanked her kind hostess for the kindness she had shown her, and promised to recompense her and her son later. The doctor assisted her to his carriage, which he had ordered to be ready lor the trip. As they drove along, the blocks seemed like miles to Ruth, who was so anxious to get home. She was paler than usual, as she went up the broad stone steps of her home, leaning on the doctor’s arm, for she was still very weak. The doctor rang the bell and bid Ruth have courage, for he felt all would be well with her father and her friend. The door was soon opened, not by the maid, but Bessie herself. She flung her arms about Ruth’s neck, crying and laughing at the same time. Dr. Benson, who had been a silent ob- server of the little scene, when he had learn- ed that Mr. Montgomery was all right, took his departure, promising to call again soon and see how his patient was. Dr. Benson made several trips to the Montgomery home, in order to look after his patient and dress the wound on her head. One day, when Ruth seemed to be as well as ever, her father remarked to her, “Ruth, my dear, I don’t think you need the assistance of Dr. Benson longer, do you?” “Well. I don’t hardly know,” she said rather hesitatingly. “My head pains me sometimes.” “Why, I do believe you want him to come daughter,” he said, with an inquiring smile “Well, 1 guess i really don’t need his as- sistance,” she admitted, blushing, and ran away. The next day Mr. Montgomery met the doctor on the street. “As my little girl seems to have compietely recovered,” he be- gan, “| don't think she needs your assist ance any longer. I am indeed grateful to yow for saving my daughter's life; and now, I want to pay you in some measure for what you have done for her and me.” “T want only one thing, my dear sir,” in- terrupted the doctor, “for the services which I have rendered vou and your daughter, and which | would gladly do again for her sake. I want Ruth, herself.” And the doctor look- ed earnestly at the older man. “T was afraid this was what you young people were up to,” said Mr. Montgomery. rather seriously. “But how can I give my dear girl up after having just regained her?” Dr. Benson finally got the desired consent from Kuth’s father, so the two ment parted, one rather sad, but the other exceedingly joyful. “Come here, girlie,” said Mr. Montgom- ery, from his chair near the fireplace, as Ruth entered the parlor that evening. After she had seated herself in her accustomed place, on the arm of his chair, he began ‘to tell her of his interview with the doctor. “Oh, vou're the dearest daddy,” interrupt- ed Ruth, after he had but started. “You don’t need to tell me how the interview ended,’ she continued happily, kissing him again, “for I know already,” and she held aloft a little white hand, on which a diamond glistened. Esther M.—“Try it with this straw; it is a great deal nicer.” Rachel L.. (drinking lemonade )—‘“Dasn't, because I’m afraid I'll fall through.” THE ECHO. A MAN AMONG MEN Viola Jockhart. HAT about athletics? What will our team do without you?” “That's the only reason for which I hate to leave. I like athletics.” “What are you going to do when you leave school?” “Dad has the contract for putting up the steel frame of that big Price building which is going up on King street. When he found that | was determined to qnit school he promised to give me a position there. I’m glad, for I like the work.” This conversation took place between Nate Wilson, the best “all around” athlete in Keaton High, and Ned Cummins, cap- tain of the track team. Although Nate was a competent and skillful workman, the other men, older and more used to hard work, skoffing at his white hands and his youth, gave him the title of “Nid.” He was determined to win their respect. so he worked faithfully, trying to carry as big burdens as the other workmen. During the fourth week of the work on the building one of the massive bars, while bemg raised into position, was, in some way caught between two upright beams. Although almost all of the workmen tried to dislodge it, each thinking he had a better way than the others, it remained firm. The contract allowed only six weeks for the erection of the frame and a day's delay would render it impossible ta complete it The work could not go on with that massive bar, weighing hundreds of pounds, pending in niidair, for the incessant jar of the ham- mers might loosen it and send it crashing down among the workmen. Nate thought of a plan to remove it and having obtained his father’s reluctantly given permission to try it, he threw a coil of rope over his shoulder, and with a strong steel bar, climbed to a horizontal directly above the jammed one. Ile fastened a noose about his body, and throwing the rest of the rope over the hori- zontal, he grasped the other end and began to let himself down. One of the steel up- rights, between which the bar was jammed was jointed below the beam. Nate’s object was to unjoint. the upright for it was joint ed 10a horizontal above, and so could noi fall but would swing outward, releasing the jammed bar. Vhen he was even with the joint he tied the free end of the rope to the noose aboui his body so it could vot slip over the bar above and let him fall. It was certainly tedious work trying to remove that tightly- driven bolt while he was dangling from a rope sixty feet above the ground, and with no tools but a steel bar and a hammer which he had in his belt. While he was working his hammer slipped from his hand and went crashine down, hitting the steel beams below, to fall heavily on the ground. Thinking of what his fate would be if he were to fall, he tightened the knot on the rope. [lis body was growing numb: from the strain, so he hastened to complete his work. t last the bolt was nearly out. He knew that if the bolt were to come clear out while he was there, the released beam would come erashing down upon him, so, untieing the knoi, he pulled himself up until he was above the jam. Tieing the rope again, he began to work the bolt out with his bar. Meanwhile, some of the men who had climbed above him to “watch the kid perform,” had seen with horror. that the rope, having been drawn across the sharp- cornered bar, with a heavy weight on it, was wearing. They could see that it would not last long so, with the presence of mind a Neen ee es THE ECHO. so characteristic in these cowboys of the sky, one of them, snatching a rope, ‘hastily mounted to the horizontal from which Nate was hanging. He quickly tied a noose on the end of the rope. He held his breath, for the boy, unconscious of his danger, in one of his efforts to remove the bolt, snapped another strand. Out flew the rope, and just as the bolt flew loose and just as the last strand ‘broke, the noose tightened under his arms. Nate was unconscious when they got him to the ground, but he had won the respect of the men. Nate did not continue’ to work with the men on the contract, but when the fall term commenced the boys were overjoyed to see him back and to hear him declare his in- tention of remaining to finish his course. BOYS’ BASKETBALL On the evening of November 19th the boys of the High School defeated: the Busi- ness College team with the close score of 14 to 1§. The first real game occurred on Decem- ber 2nd, in Petaluma. That our boys were defeated there reflects no discredit on them. hey couid not be expected to play a suc- cessful game on a floor of glass. The score was 22 to 24. A return game was postpon- ed, because of Petaluma’s slowness to get over the results of their victory. One of them was placed in bed, and another had three stitches taken in his head. It seems that the residents of “Chicaluma” have no cause to “crow.” GIRLS’ ATHLETICS The Santa Rosa High School girls bas- ketball team has done some very good work. There has been two league games played in the S. N. S.C. A. L. The first game was played at Sebastopol. In this game out girls proved themselves to be far superior to the Analy girls. There were many clev- er goals thrown and some very fine plays made. The score was 13 to 6 in favor of Santa Rosa. The playing of Beryl Le Baron deserves special mention. The lineup was as follows: Centers, Beryl Le Baron, Ida Haynie and Ethel Helman; guards, Mary Coleman, Lily Lewis (captain) ; goalers, Ophelia Caldwell, Margaret Lonergan. The second league game was played in Santa Rosa between the Vallejo and Santa Rosa girls. Here also, our girls did some fine playing. The Vallejo girls threw only one field goal and two free goals, making them a score of 4, while our girls ran up a score of 32. There has been a second team organized with the following players: Ruth Shultz, lice De Berdni, guards; Gwendolyn and [lowe Yarnell, goalers; Mildred Madi- son, Alva Jefries and Mildred Wadsworth, Centers: THE ECHO Published every school month in the inter- ests of the Santa Rosa High School. Entered as s econd-class matter September 26, 1910, at the postoffice at Santa Rosa, California, under the Act of March 3, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: CNG! Meats roe es acs et earns ese 75c One perry. - ccc eos dice ormepesewegsencsctovasanmseeay 50¢ Sine lea COPies ae sscecctece oars ateeeeeeenser gen eee el Subscriptions must be paid in advance. TR SL Ar: Editor .....-. sesssseerseeseeeee eawrence Moore ’i1 Manager ...........-..-------------Roy Simpson “12 Asst. Manager............Jess e Lingenfelter ‘14 Assistant Editor..........Walton Hastings ‘11 Dorothy Westrup ‘12 Laverne Sutherland 12 Assortate, Salitorey = i’ Sanford 12 | Viola Lockhart ite) VeN gO Sree eaice Be Sema Howard Gilkey 12 JOS CSWEE Fear 2S ferns tee Ava Litton ‘11 Erba Peugh ‘11 Irene Norris ‘II To IN a ea | Ames Peterson ‘12 | Carrie St. Clair ’12 ToletiCSs SONS hese Vernon Ross 712 AthleticswGinlsteses ees Lily Lewis..’11 Governing Board Report....Geo. Duncan ‘11 School and Alumni Notes.....Nan Gould ’11 THE ECHO. WHAT THE EDITORS THINK Dealing out silver to High School stu- dents in return for the privilege of saying, “Do this—do that!” breaks into the initia- tive of the students, fostering slavish sub- serviently where self-reliance should be en- couraged. Preramble “We, the boys of the Governing Board, in order to reform a perfect union, estab- tish injustice, insure domestic inhormony, provide for the common offense, promote the general welfare, and secure the bless- ings of unmarried liberty to ourselves and our successors, do ordain and attempt to establish—whatever measure the girls op- pose. The boys of the Governing Board have added another burder to the one that is al- ready heavy—that of taking care of the girls. They have assumed the duty of reg- ulating the girls’ dress. The boys are now awaiting initiation in the Mothers’ Club. The condition of our school is gradually erowing better, but “you can’t fell an oak with one blow.” Judging from the actions of those who are in @ position to know, the best way to con- ceal a private evil is to proclaim its exist- ence from the house-tops. There are various ways of conducting re- form. ‘The English method has been a grad- ual and orderly change, while the French have conceived the idea of turning every- thine upside down in a single night. At school, we seem to be Frenchmen. We have observed that the best way to heal a scratch on the hand is to cut off the arm. The law says, “No one is required to do that which is impossible.” But the law never studied geometry. In the scramble of making a name, a man must be careful not to fall into his own ink- bottle before the name is written. e x It seems that cure is often worse than disease. Skip’s semi-annual knee-twisting is be- coming monotonous. Tor the sake of va- riety, we are planning to operate on_ his neck, hereafter. k The students of Latin will now have an opportunity of resting their over-worked ponies. NOTICE! All matter for the January number of The Echo must be received by January 13. Hand stories to Laverne Sutherland; jokes to Ava Litton. The shade of a departed S. R. H. S scholar had heen brought before the Tribu- nal in Hades. “Santa Rosa High?” inquired Satan. “Yes, Santa Resa 1912,” proudly replied the Shade. “Loyal to Santa Rosa?” his inquisitor asked again. ‘Well, I rather guess,” the Senior fairly bubbied over. “Why, at that last Petaluma game “Pay your Student Body dues?” demand ed his Satanic Majesty. “Er—No,” admitted the Shade “Hot-air section, chronic liars’ cell, at- tendents,”’ ordered Satan, “Next.” ores wea bE teas FuRe a) ee Ta a — ry v THE ECHO. ) gihe SPAS... L. MOORE Editor AVA LITTON Josh Editor | R. SIMPSON ij Manager y) q THE ECHO. EDITH SANFORD DOROTHY WESTRUP THE ECHO. IRENE NORRIS LILY LEWIS THE ECHO. SS FACULTY T. FE. Brownscombe—Supervising Prin- cipal. Charles; LZ Searcy, = Principal matics. Mathe- I. D. Steele, Vice-Principal—History. Frances L. O’Meara—English. Charlotte Wirt—German. Jessie W. Mailer—Science, Mathematics. Earle Wylie—History, English. Ellen A. Smith—History, Mathematics. Mary F. Leddy—Latin, English. Mabel Crane—Science. Ethel Abeel—Drawing. IF. W. MecConnell—Commercial. Minnie Mills—Musice. EXCHANGES The Quill, Marion, Iowa: Your table of contents is niissing. Vhe insertion of a few small ornaments, and one or two large cuts would tend to relieve the monotony of your pages. The Hitchcock Sentinel, San Rafael: As usual, your pages are alive with local items of interest. As a school news sheet, you are well edited. Ye Sotoyoman, Healdsburg: We = are glad to see you printed in a more modest faced type than your previous exchange with us. Your cuts are good, but your ar- rangement has left so many spaces to be filled with ornamental designing that thev become monotonous. The Tattler, El Paso, Texas: We ob- serve you have no staff artist. Your pages would present a more attractive appearance 1f brightened by a few good cuts. Your inaterial, though limited, is good. The Nooz, Emerson High School, Stevens Point, Wis.: Why no table of contents? Your arrangement is poor. [or instance, put ads in the back; group all editorial com- ments with list of the staff and place by itselinot scattering along promiscuously. Your material is good; so are your cuts, more of which would be an improvement. The Mercury, Milwaukee, Wis.; Your cuts are original and well drawn. Your lit- erary material is also good, but the inser- tion of so much advertising on the front pages, indicates too much commercialism and not enough school spirit. The Collegian, Fort Worth, Texas: We extend our sympathy to you in your late misfortune. However, it it seems strange to us that an entire issue can be devoted to such a melancholy purpose, to the exclusion oi all “live” subjects. Kindnesses to the living is infinitely more appreciated than that extended to the dead. The Toltec, Durango, Colorado: Your material is good, though poorly arranged. A more ‘modest position of the editorials would be an improvement. Also, Athlet- ics’ deserves a prefer ence to “Locals.” Ripples, Cedar Falls, lowa: Where is 2 your tabe of contents? Your literary mater- ial is very good. The appearance of your pages would be greatly improved by the use of a few cuts. A heavier grade of cover paper would also lend dignity to your ap- pearance. Keramos, East Liverpool, lowa: We find no table of contents. Also too many ads on the front pages. Otherwise, your appear- ance is very pleasing. Your cover is quite attractive. Your literary material is good. The Oasis, Reno, Nev.: Your material is good, but we find several typographical errors. We notice your staff contains no Art Department. This branch of the paper should not be neglected. The Lowell, San Francisco: An evcel- lent paper, presenting a good appearance We think your department of “Criticism” a valuable asset to you. Olla Podrida, Berkeley: Your table of contents is missing. Your literary material is very good. The cuts are fine. In fact, vour general appearance is most pleasing. Normal Record, State Normal, Chico: A table of contents on one of your first pages, would be of more interest than the ads; also more appropriate. Your paper con- tains some excellent material. = oe a The Finance Committee held a meeting on November 9. The finances of the Board were discussed and it was found that they were in good condition. A motion was carried that the manager of The Echo be allowed $10 for the last two issues. A special meeting of the Governing Board was held on November 16. A motion was carried, allowing the boys’ basketball team to play Analy at Bower's Hall December 9. A motion was carried, allowing the boys’ basketball team to play Petaluma on De- cember 2, 1910, in Petaluma. A motion was carried, allowing Arthur england to purcliase a lock and key, in or- der to protect the property of the Student Body. A Finance Committee meeting was held on November 21. Mr. Perrier was allowed car-fare from Se- bastopol to coach the girls’ team. A Governing Board meeting was held on November 29. A motion was passed, allowing the man- ager of the boys’ basket team to purchase new ball. There was a motion éarried, making the 7x8 S the regular size for boys’ athletics. A motion was carried, making the regu- lation size of girls S 5x5. Mr. Searcy said that he thought the last issue of The Echo should be made extra good, and that any debt incurred should be paid by the Student Body. A special meeting of the Governing Board was held on December tst. A motion was carried, allowing the yell leader his fare to Napa. ‘There was a motion carried, which stated that three nominations should be made for each office. The students nominated were: Mor President—Ben Drake, Harry Nor- ton and Samuel Mitchell. First Vice-President—Fisher | Kinslow Carroll McIntosh and Vernon King, Second Vice-President—Ava Litton, Ra- chel Lee and Beryl Locke. Secretary—Laverne Sutherland, Edith McNutt and Lester Mermann. Editor—Lawrence Moore, Dorothy West- rup and Nan Gould. Lell Leader—Vernon Ross, Harry Mor- row and Jesse Lingenfelter. During Thanksgiving holidays many of the former Santa Rosa High School stu- dents came to their respective homes. Among those coming from the Univer- sity of California were Ada Cline, Imelda Kinslow, Roy Jeans, Comfort Haven, Ar- thur Lee, Gladys Gibson, Ovid Tuttle, Jean Ross, Hazel Morehouse, Edna Crane and Tom Bither. Those coming from Stanford University There’s my sister, had a bracelet on her birthday, from her beau; ‘Twenty pearls,” he said, “are in it, one for every year, you know.” I said “Better make it thirty” (thought she'd like the extra pearls); Cracky! but I caught it later; there’s no gratitude in girls. —Ex. A Novel Definition of Wife Mr. Steele (Eig. Hist.)— When the old Britons died, their personal property was often buried with them. Tor instance, their Have You Tried Jacobs’ Jar Taffies? If not ? Why not? were Constance Mader, Anita Haub, Nat. Mallory and Ernest Bumbaugh. Miss Mildred Peterson, Georgia Pursell and Linda Tomasa were up from San Jose Normal. Those from the San Francisco Normal were Minnie Cooper, Beulah Miller, Nellie Lonergan, Ruth Smyth, Mary Shephard Hilda Lawrence, Helen Thurston, Maud Hinds, Grace Hinds, Beulah Lockwood. implements of war, their dogs, their orna- ments, their wives.” Found in Vera Dessau’s Geometry My geometry, ‘tis of thee, Thou book of misery, Of thee I sine. I love thy crude rectangles, hy squares and all new fangles, Thy pentagons and angles, Thy chalk and string. Shirley A. was called upon to make a While he brought in something about the Bible. speech before the boys. speaking, Don G. (who was standing near )—-‘Aw, eo on; you don’t know the Lord’s Prayer.” Shirley— Tll bet you five dollars I do.” Don— Say it.” Shirley— Now I lav me down to sleep— Don— ‘Here’s your money.” Notice Reward ofiered to any one who can see the point to some of the jokes handed in to the jestoriai departiment. Leo Noonan Break, break, break On, thy cold gray stones O sea; But you’e got to do some breaking If you're broke as much as me. Notice The put in an Board of Education elevator has decided to for the benefit of those who wear hobble skirts. Mr. Steele— Where was the Earl of War- wick?” Lawrence M.—“He was dead, but he didn’t know it.’ M. F. NOACK Everything in the JEWELRY LINE 535 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA Lost Supt. Helm (entering high school build- ing)— I would like to see Mr. Anderson.” Mr. Mr. you wish to see?” Searcy— W hich Anderson do Supt. Helm—‘“Archie Anderson.” Mr. S—‘ We have no one in school by that name.” Supt. Helm (mystified) —‘“Isn’t this San Rafael?” Mr. S.— No; this is not San Rafael.” Supt. Helm—‘Why, I started for San Rafael this moraing to see Supt. Anderson. Where am [?” Mr. S.— In Santa Rosa. Your first train for San Rafael will leave at 2:15 this after- noon.” Shirley 5.— I hear that you have a new system of irrigation.” Weston A.—Yes, I am planting onions with potatoes, so that the qualities of the onions will act on the eyes of the potatoes, and render the latter crop self-irrigatine.” DS a GREEK -AMERICAN CANDY KITCHEN Fine Candies and Ice Cream 419 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA THE ECHO. ee ———————K The Greater Calamity Two or three urchins were running down a lone and very steep flight of steps, when the foremost stumbled and fell headlong twenty or thirty feet, and was only stopped near the bottom by doubling backward around the newel-post. It looked as though his back was broken, and that he was a dead small boy, but he gathered himself up, thrust his hands anxiously in his trousers’ rockets and ejaculated: “B’gosh, I b’le’ve I lost a cent.”—FEx. “T tell you, | wont have this room,” pro- tested the old iady to the bell-boy, who was conducting her. “Il ain't going to pay my good money for a pigsty with a measly lit- tle foldin’ bed in it. If you think that jest because I’m from the country—” Profoundly disgusted, the boy cut her short. Get in, mun; get in,” he ordered. “This ain't your rcom. This is the elevator.”—Ex. Mr. Steele (Eng. Hist.)—“Miss Locke where did Henry Tudor land on his return to England?” Beryl (dreaming )—“Charleston.” Miss O’Meara (Eng VII.)—‘ Who was the heroine of this story?” Gwendolyn Y.—'Silas Marner.” Louis Towne—‘Say, Vernon, they found the mummy of a man in Egypt with one leg about two feet longer than the other.” Vertion Ross (dejectedly)—‘Yep, they had school fairs then, also. All work guaranteed First Class. THE PARIS CLEANING and DYEING WORKS Ladies’ and ‘ents’ Clothes Cleaned, Pressed and Repaired All goods called for and delivered. 720 Fourth Street Phone 393R Norman Me. (meeting a colored friend )— “Pretty near winter, William. The trees are nearly as black as you are.” William (thoughtfully)— Nature sure is wonderful, sah; come spring those trees will be most as green as you is, sah.” Card of Thanks I wish to thank the giver for the jar of jam. I appreciate it very much and I hope for more in the future —-Bernice Hocker. Once a young fellow named T 8 Asked K 8 if she’d be his M A 8. SIimr sory tonsa) ess But I‘m married,” said K 8, And such was the poor fellow’s F 8. —Ex. Giving an Example The teacher was waiting for someone in the class to give her-a sentence containing the word “disarrange.” Finally Tony, whose father sells bananas, put up his hand. “My father maka the fire in the morning; he geta mada; he say dama disa range !”— lTousekeeper. Miss Crane (Php. Geo.) — Francis, what do you know about the shape of lakes?” Bud Quinland (hesitating)—“ Well, lakes en are generally longer than they are wide eR ae The Specialist in Fitting Glasses We are not only Registered Optometrists but Manufacturing Opticians. We solder and otherwise repair frames, and duplicate any lens from the pieces. = q LAWSON-RINNER OPTICAL CO. 521 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. — en THE ECHO. Edna P. (Physics)—“‘Everybody contin- ues in a straight line, unless stopped.” Leo. N.—“Then you were disappointed in your first glimpse of Spain?” Miss O’Meara— I admit I was somewhat surprised. I thought everybody carried a guitar.” Mr. Steele—“So you have chosen the medical profession; what is the reason?” Stirling C—- Well, a doctor seems to be the only’ man that keeps right on getting paid whether his work is satisfactory or not.” My bonnet spreads over the ocean, My bonnet spreads over the sea; To merely spread over the side-walk Is not enough for me. —Carrie St. Clair. As a tourist steamer was approaching the harbor of Athens, a well-dressed young lady accosted the captain and pointing to the distant hills said, “What is that white stuff on the hills, Captain?” “That is snow,,.madam,’ answered the captain. “Tt itwreally?” remarked the -lady, “I thought so myself, but a gentleman just told me it was Greece.” Crystal Cleaning and Dyeing Works Oldest and Best All Cleaning hy Dry Process 721 Fourth Street Phone 142 Peacher (telling story of Red Riding Hood)— As the ferocious wolf came up. who do you suppose he saw?” Small boy, excitedly—‘ Teddy Roose- velt !” Mr. Steele. {Mediaeval Hist.)— And to- day, what order is left of the Knight Tem- ) plars: Kathryn S.—‘The Salvation Army.” Skip G.— Don't chide me for carrying rad revolver. ‘This little gun saved my life.” Ruth D.—‘Tlow exciting; tell me about ihe Skip G.— I was starving and I pawned Wee Gladys C— At the charity fair he gave me five dollars for a kiss.”’ Elois F.—‘Yes, there is nothing that he wouldn't do for charity.” Miss Leddy (Ene. III.) —“Ruth, what is the meanting of nettled?” Ruth D. (quickly )—“Stung.” Miss Smith (talking of ancestry )—‘Shir- ley, how far can your ancestry be traced?” Shirley A.— Well, when my grandfather resigned his position as cashier of a country bank, they traced him as far as China, but he got away.” George I).— “Why were the animals taken into the Ark?” Skip— To get them out of Roosevelt’s way, I suppose.” THE ECHO. ERNE REE Renee ee eee rene ee Carrie St. C—‘I think I shall spend the winter in Europe.” Dorothy W.—‘“How can you afford to do that?” Carrie— I can't, but I can afford to think Tecate Miss O'Meara (Eng. VII.) —“What is our work for today?” Wilfred L.—“To make a skeleton of Silas Marner.” Miss Wirt—‘I see many absent pupils in the vacant seats this morning.” Paul C-—‘You are my sole aim in life.” Nan Gould— Well, you won't make a hit unless you get closer to the target.” It is rumored that Donald Mc Peak is in mourning, because he wears his trousers at half-mast. Bernice HI. (when the gas went out.— “Oh cee! Quick! Turn on a match.” The kiss ol a hypocrite reminds one ot boiled ice. Mr. Searev (sternly)—“Weston, © you know that you haven’t a good excuse for absence.” Weston--“Well, it isn’t my fault.” Mr. Searey—“Are you sure of that?” Weston—‘Yep; I tried hard to think up a good one, but I failed.” Mr. Steele— What was the important place that the Model Parliament held in history?” Mary W.—‘Westminster.” Mr. Searcy (to Leo N., who was in the habit of being late)— Good morning, Leo; I'm glad to see you are early of late. You used to be behind before, but now you are first at last.” Shirley Abeel (defending a friend)—‘As Homer said in ‘Paradise Lost’—‘A man’s a man fora thats” Miss Wirt—‘What does _ self-reliance mean?” Shirley A.— Self-reliance means carrying vour own Durham.” Vernon R.—Pa, I just can't get along on $2.00 a month for cleaning chicken-houses.” Pa—‘Well, try it a little while longer, and then when you are rich, you can brag about it.” Miss O’Meara— What were the Silens?” Fisher K. (sagaciously )— They were the three dogs that lived on an island in the Mediterranean.” The Evolution of a Senior Freshie— Please, sir, I did not hear the question.” Soph.— Didn’t hear the question.” Junior— W hat ?” Senior—‘“Huh?”’ ——Tx, THE ECHO. | a EF ER ee TO OUR ADVERTISERS The students of Santa Rosa High School, and especially the manager of our journal, wish to thank you for your kind assistance, which has enabled them to print their jour- nal regularly. Everybody Reads the Press Democrat The only Morning Daily Published in Sonoma County Ey Le FINE ¥ C. O. DUNBAR PRINTING, RULING AND BOOKBINDING | | | Yes Call and inspect our big modern epjant on Fifth Street, just off of Mendocino. EW Satek THE ECHO. St. Rose Drug Store Fourth and A Streets Santa Rosa, Cal. The Place Where You Get a SQUARE DEAL WM. McK. STEWART - - Proprietor The best dressers have their Clothes Cleaned by the NEW METHOD WHY? When in Want of Flour Ask For _ Lay ROSE BRAND NEW MILL NEW MANAGEMENT SANTA ROSA FLOUR MILLS CO. W. 5, HOSMER SON SCHOOL BOOKS MUSIC AND STATIONERY California Oyster Market and Grill LEADING RESTAURANT Fourth St., Bet A and B Santa Rosa Phone S. R. 3 Prescription Druggist LUTTRELL’S DRUG STORE BIGGEST STORE BEST STOCK LOWEST PRICES 327 Fourth St. Santa Rosa FRED GROHE ARTISTIC FLORAL DESIGNS Plants and Cut Flowers for all Occassions PHONE 467R McDonald Aveuue R. C. MOODEY SON STYLISH EXCLUSIVE LAIR ERT EST RO SET 5 I SEAL LES FOURTH ST. SANTA ROSA Mr. Steele—“What are the dates of the Hundred Years’ War?” Russell S.—-‘It began in 1337 and closed about ten years later.” Miss Smith (in geometry) —“Gladys what kind of a figure have you?” Gladys—“‘A rectangle!” AUTO- MOBILES = Bicycles Ar) Sporting WAS Goods GARAGE Get your Certificates for the Free Piano At the SANTA ROSA FURNITURE CO, Phone 372 the Corner Store - - Fourth A Sts. CANDY and ICE CREAM A. D. SKINKLE Formerly C. T. SHERMAN'S FOURTH STREET - SANTA ROSA When in school use a S noma Fountain Pen. PRICE $1.00. Every Pen Guaranteed. Ten Per Cent Discount to Students. Made Expressly for TEMPLE SMITH 611 FOURTH STREET SANTA ROSA Pens May Be Taken Out on Approval. A WHEEL aM “yan © A Ticket with a4 Every 25 Cent Purchase at Cordingley’s Cyclery Native Sons’ Bldg. Phone 313R eee HIGH SCHOOL PINS HIGH SCHOOL HAT PINS HIGH SCHOOL SPOONS JOHN HOOD Sign of the Big Clock JEWELER SANTA ROSA ELITE HAIR DRESSING PARLORS Telephone 538 Electrolysis, Shampooing, Manicur- ing, Facial Massage, Scalp ‘Treat- ment. Hair work done. 630 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. THE ECHO. JUELL’S DRUG STORE Telephone 237 621 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. E.R. SAWYER Watches, Diamonds, J ewelry 529 Fourth St. (Jacobs’ Candy Store) Santa Rosa Irene N.—‘‘Mrs. Primrose invited the ser- yants in. for which they were pinched three weeks after.” Text Books and School Supplies C. A. Wright Co. Leading Booksellers and Stationers 615-617 FOURTH ST. SANTA ROSA Miss Crane (explaining theory of energy) —'‘Ienergy can never be lost nor gained.” Laurence M.—| always supposed a hug was energy gone to waste.” (waist) HAHMAN DRUG CO. Prescription Druggists 213 Exchange Ave., Santa Rosa J. C. MAILER HARDWARE CO. For all kinds of Fine Hardware SANTA ROSA, CAL. FOURTH STREET THE ECHO. = PROFESSIONAL GARDS — Office Phone, 243 R Residence Phone, 243 Y DR. G.W. MALLORY Exchange Bank Building SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA Dr. S. I. Wyland Os-te-o-path ‘Phone Connection Santa Rosa Bane Bldg. - - Santa Rosa 5 MARY JESSE HOSPITAL Mrs. Mary E. Jesse, Matron No Contagious Diseases 815 Fifth Street - - - - Phone 248Y ——EeEeE—————e——e—eEEe——_———EE P. A, MENERAY Physician and Surgeon Office: Santa Rosa Bank Bldg. Phone 392R Residence, 521 Mendocino Ave. Phone 392Y Santa Rosa, Cal. DR. D. H. LEPPO Dentist (Class 1895) Union Trust-Savings Bank Bl dg. Santa Rosa, California Phones Office 361 Coffee Roast Daily FLAGLER’S Coffees, Teas, Spices, Crockery, Glassware, Agateware Kitchen Utensils, ete. 420-422 Fourth St. Santa Rosa R. W. NELSON Dentist 509A Fourth St. Phone Black 4191 Santa Rosa, Cal. DR. JACKSON TEMPLE Physician and Surgeon Rooms 6, 7 and 25 Union Trust Bank Building Fours—1o-12 A. M.; 2-4 7-8 P. M. Phone TN DR. ANDERSON—’86 Dentist Union Trust Phone Santa Rosa Bank Building 479 California NAOMI BE. MOKE, GRADUATE EMBALMER H. H. MOKE Class of 1890. FUNERAL DIRECTOR 418 Fourth Street - - Santa Rosa, Cal. Se en ae J. R. LEPPO Attorney-at-Law Room 304, Santa Rosa Bank Building Residence 4781] | BELDEN UPP Druggists Two Stores—Santa Rosa and Guerneville Rubdown a Specialty THE ECHO. (Jel bE Se Phone 97 ROOF x« FRESE ee Vow BS Less Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Hay, Grain, Feed, Poultry Supplies,.Wood, Goal, etc. 507-509 FIFTH STRBEET LEE BROS. CO. Express and Draying Will call at your residence and check your baggage to any point on California Northwestern No Extra Charge for Checking GERTRUDE F. STANTON Millinery Phone Red 4141 627 Fourth Street, Santa Rosa, Cal. J. H. POTTER HARDWARE CO. Hardware Merchants and Sanitary Plumbers 636-638 Fourth Street, Santa Rosa, Calif. Two men turned the same corner at the same time, going in opposite directions, and were brought exactly face to face: “O'Sullivan,” says one, “How are yez?”’ “Pretty foin, thank you, Montaigue,” says the other. “Montaigue,” says one, “Thot’s not me naine.” “Faith then, no more is mine O'Sullivan.” With that each looked at the other again, and savs each, “An’ sure enough ‘tis nather of us.” THE WHITE HOUSE Best Light Best Assortment Best Value SANTA ROSA’S BEST STORE SANTA ROSA, GAL. Henry A. Hoyt Frank L. Hoyt HOYT BROS. General Contractors for California Public Buildings SANTA ROSA, CAL. Main Office, Santa Rosa, Cal. S. F. Office, Box 438 Builders’ Exchange Barber— Would you like anything on your face when I’m done, sir?” Vernon R.—‘If it is not too much trouble. leave my nose. HODGSON - HENDERSON CO. MEN'S FURNISHING GOODS AND CLOTHING 517 FOURTH ST. - - SANTA ROSA DIXON ELLIOT High-Grade Hardware Caloric Fireless Cookers Cor. Third and B. Streets, Santa Rosa, Cal. MISSES LAMBERT Fine Millinery 314 B Street - - - - Santa Rosa, Calif. Phone 706] YOU’LL GET THE LATEST AND BEST PHEADQUARTERS 4 IF YOU BUY , CLOTHING S Si f rf Genta. = = Furnishing BRAND OF TAILOR ¢ : Goods MADE CLOTHES FROM US KEEGAN BROS. eee The Best Store for the Economical Housewife Phone 87 SONOMA COUNTY FRUIT PRODUCE CO,, Inc. Good Place for Good Groceries FOURTH AND WILSON STS. Phone 549R American Bakery High-Grade Cakes, Pies and Pastry P. Moore, Prop. 208-210 Fourth St. KOPF DONOVAN WHOLESALE and RETAIL GROCERS SANTA ROSA —- CALIFORNIA Miss Wirt—-“Today is my twenty-third birthday, and you haven’t wished me ‘many happy returns of the day.’ ” Miss Mailer—“No; don’t you think you have had enough returns of your twenty- third birthday ?” BLACKSMITHING AND REPAIRING Sunrise Shoeing Parlors Cc. R. Sund J. H. Gates THE FAIR DEPARTMENT STORE A. S. BARNES, Prop. Holiday Goods——Toys Fancy Dishes Good Goods for the Least Money ‘Masonic Building SANTA ROSA Brooks Clothing Co. 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