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

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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

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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 ECH Published every school month in the inter- ests of the Santa Rosa High School. Entered as second-class matter ‘September 26, 1910, at the postoffice at Santa Rosa, (California, under the Act of March 38, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: COME TM Cal occiela as slates] ¢ efohecr balers iatcanlans ie oi 75 One ePeriie fe seta signee «sats erie arp eer 50c Sitio eC OPIes! als. sesejelsis'snmta winieie te eheteln peste 15¢ By Mail, Ioc extra. Subscriptions must be paid in advance. Advertising Rates on application to the Manager. THE STARR PUTT Tua ake letatateyst stele = eeet4 Lawrence Moore ’I1 Business Manager....... Roy Simpson ’12 Asst. Matiager..... -. 22: Elmer Fresher 14 Literary Editor....Laverne Sutherland ’12 { Dorothy Westrup ’12 Associate RditoraJ Carrie St.) Clair) 12 [ Edith Sanford ‘12 Josh Editor str acre ness persis sts Ava Litton ’11 Gwendolyn Yarnell ’11 Edna Cunningham Ames Peterson 712 | Ruth Dickson 713 Asst. Josh Editors, | Athletics, ABOYS.s cectee se Vernon Ross ’13 Athletics Gatlst steer epsian Lily Lewis ’11 Exchanpesicg ocinloristete Walton Hastings 711 Chester Gore 12 PATE oe rorcteeaetetstalcfabetsie Elza Frese “11 Howard Gilkey ’11 Gov. Board Report. Laverne Sutherland ’12 social “Notest 7. sales cle Nan Gould ’11 EEE