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

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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

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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.

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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.