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

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THE ECHO. THE VOYAGE Emily E. Rued. O an American visiting Europe, the long voyage he has made is an excel- J lent preparation. The ces- sation of the usual occupa- tions produce a state of mind peculiarly fitted to receive new im- pressions. In traveling by land, there is a continu- ity of scene, and a connected succession of persons and incidents that carry on the story of life and lessen the effect of absence and separation. But a sea voyage severs us at once; it makes us conscious of being cast loose from the secure anchorage of settled life, and sent adrift upon a doubtful world. As I saw the last blue line of my native land fade away like a cloud on the horizon, it seemed as if I had closed one volume of the world and its concerns, and had time for meditation before I opened another. That Jand, now vanishing from my view, which contained everything dear to me in life— what changes might take place in it before [ should visit it again. [ delighted to loll over the quarter-deck and muse for hours on the tranquil bosom of a summer sea. Then later play the fas- cinating game called “shuffle board” with my fellow passengers, or tramp about the sailors’ deck. Sometimes a distant sail gliding along the edge of the ocean, would be another theme for idle speculation. In the evening, after the elaborate dinners, we would sit on deck listening to the soft strains of the band. Perhaps another ocean liner would pass, and the cheering and saluting was a fasci- nating thing to me. But the second day of the voyage was far from pleasant. I then realized how the first sensations of sea-sickness felt. I pass- ed the day in watching and feeding the thousands of little fish. In this pleasant position I could distinguish the voices of my friends, giggling at my great distress. I kad forgotten how the day before I had laughed when they were in the same con- dition. We one day descried some shapeless ob- ject drifting at a distance. At sea every- thing that is seen in the surrounding ex- panse, attracts attention. It proved to be a whale, and then I remembered the stories I had read about the colossal size of the whales and their ability to “spout” water over thirty feet high. One night we saw a seagull. The captain informed us that soon we would near the Azore Islands. The next morning the is- lands were in full view, and of all the beau- tiful sights I have seen in my trip from San Francisco to New York, and through Eu- rope, I really think the islands impressed me more than any other. Probably it was because it was the first land we had seen for five days. It was as if the five days had been five weeks, although we had enjoyed ourselves immensely. It seems strangs that these hills should suddenly rise from the depths of the ocean. The banana groves were very tempting, but as we did not have the pleasure of going ashore, we could not see the groves nearer than with the field glasses. We spent the whole day on deck, and towards evening, the islands were be- hind us and by the next morning we were again out on the vast expanse of water. Three days later we came to Gibraltar. We had the extreme pleasure of being ashore for three hours. A small steamer carried us from the liner to the city. There, the narrow streets, the water carriers and many other foreign sights were very inter- esting. The hundreds of beggars and ped- dlers, who tried to sell their wares to the unexperienced “Yankee” were very amus- ing. Soon the three hours were over, and again we left for the steamer. We were sailing

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THE ECHO. nave and transcept, where the collections of sculpture were displayed. Here were collected the masterpieces of all the world’s famous sculptors. The beautiful statues were placed in rows, extending from one end of the gallery to the other. As the rays of the sun shown down through the huge dome they rendered a scene which defies the power of the pen. Besides the main gallery, devoted entirely to sculpture, there were smaller galleries formed in each corner by the intersections of the building, and around the entire struc- ture were galleries forming one continuous promenade. These furnished ample areas for the display of paintings and sculptured panel reliefs. One of these rooms was graced by the portraits of the world’s fa- mous men and women. Here hung the pic- tures of Ina Colbrith, California’s nature- loving poet, and Joaquin Miller, another famous Californian. Pictures of many other noted people, including such famous writers as the English dramatist Shakespeare; Longfellow, the poet; Burns; and such statesmen as Julius Caesar, Napoleon Bona- parte, Abraham Lincoln, and George Washington. But among all the portraits of the gallery, the one that attracted my at- tention the most was that of our distin- guished fellow-citizen, the greatest horticul- turist and scientist of all time, Luther Bur- bank. There was so much to be seen in the Palace of Arts that I spent the entire day visiting the various galleries. During the remainder of the week, I vis- ited the other important exposition build- ings, among which were the Machinery Hall and Electrical Building, and the Agricul- tural and Horticultural Buildings. Each one of these was of immense size and beau- tiful architectural design. They presented excellent displays of their respective ex- hibits. In general, these exposition build- ings with their magnificent displays fur- nished a comprehensive picture of the civ- ilization of the day. After having spent a week taking in all the sites of the Fair, I departed for home, but many pleasant memories were still in my mind. The Panama-Pacific Exposition had proved itself the grandest event of its character, and one that would be pre-emin nent in the world’s history. This “Festival of all Nations” was a perfect culmination of all the progress made by the various coun- tries of the globe during the centuries which had passed.

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THE ECHO. ——o—ESES=SEEeEEEEEEEEEEEEeEeEeEeEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—————— through the Mediterranean Sea. It remind- ed me of all the brave Romans and Phoe- nicians, who had sailed in the same water, and which I had tried to study in the “An- cient History” class in the Santa Rosa High School. It was a fine, sunny morning when the thrilling cry of “Naples”! was given from the mast-head. None but those who have experienced it can form an idea of the de- licious throng of sensations, when an Amer- ican first comes in sight of Italy. There in front of us, arose the gorgeous Mt. Vesuy- ius, with beautiful Naples at its foot, and the quiet bay, blue as the heavens. The small Italian boats were going leisurely from side to side, and the brightly-dressed gitls with their mandolins were singing gaily about our steamer, ready to catch all stray coins thrown from the happy passen- gers above. With a short swish and thud the steamer came to the dock. All now was hurry and hustle—the meeting of acquaint- ances, the greeting of friends, the consulta- tions of men of business. We only—our party of three—were alone. The friends whom we had quickly learned to love, were gone. We stepped upon the land of sunshine, fruit and flowers, but felt we were strangers in a strange land. A maid with a duster Once made a great bluster, A dusting a bust in the hall; And when it was dusted, The bust it was busted, And the bust now is dust; That is all. —Ex. Does This Apply to the Typewriting Class? I have a newe-e Writer, Annd it is my de; ligt To pattern on it gaily And write and write, and write Hand Write? It aidss me in my laborrs? When Im workinG—” vein It makes a GRE at improveNt 1-2 I write So veRY plaiN. It oPrates so $ sosy;! Ftly $5 That when you you're. Stuck) And cannot FiIND the lett34er Just 6 jab—and trust to luck 40) It’s easy—vEry easy—4 Now where on earth’s that colon? Give me my ink and pen? —Ex. Teachers cranky, Pupils few, Questions flying, Zeros, too. What’s the matter? Don’t you know? Monday morning, Always so. —Ex. Father—My dear child, another new cress? Don’t you ever think of anything else? Gladys C.—Yes, of course; I should like some new furs. Boy, book, girl, look; Book neglected, Flunk expected. Ex