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

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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

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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.

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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.