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

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1) THE ECHO II As the bell had already been rung, all further talking was out of the question, and the members of the club went to their lessons hoping that Tom could go. That noon, Tom walked into his father’s office, and after some hesita- tion, asked if the money could be spared. His father thought a moment and then answered, “I’m very sorry, Tom, but I'm afraid you can’t have it just now. If it had been several months ago I would have given it to you, gladly ; but just at present I need every cent I have. If things turn out as I hope they will, I shall be able to give you that sum ten times over, in about ‘six months; but now, I’m afraid”— “That’s all right, dad,” said Tom, quickly, “they can do without me. I should have had better sense than to ask you, when I know you can’t spare We On his way to school that noon, Tom met Frank, a member of the club. He informed him of what his father had said. Frank was very much dis- appointed and said that he thought the rest would change their plans also. Then, seeing that Tom was brooding over it, he changed the subject. “Say, what are you going to do after school today?” he asked. Tom said he couldn't remember anything that he had planned to do. “Well, then, Jack and Harold were over in the hills hunting yesterday afternoon and they brought home the biggest mess of game. Hal said that hunting is fine there this season. I thought that if you would like to, we could go there after school.” “T should say I would. I’ve been crazy to hunt for the last two weeks, but never found time,” cried Tom. “You couldn’t have thought of any- thing better.” By half past three that afternoon the boys had donned their hunting suits, and with guns thrown over their shoulders, walked quickly toward the hills. They had tramped through the hills for about twenty minutes be- fore they saw the least sign of game. Then, as they entered into a cool, sweet-smelling, thickly-wooded lane, birds seemed to fly in all directions. The boys thought that every bird in the forest must have been there? =Lhey fired several times with great success, bringing one or two down at every shot. Tom was gazing around for another victim, when his eye caught sight of an unusually large quail. He fired and the bird fell down between some shrubbery. He ran quickly toward the bushes and, after several minutes of careful search, found the bird between two rocks, under the brush. The bird had evidently just been wounded and crept under the rocks to die. Tom reached his hand under to get the bird, but it seemed to have been caught on something that tore as he moved it. He stooped down and saw that one foot was caught on a piece of paper. As he pulled out both the paper and bird, the paper loosened and fell to the ground. He saw that there was writing on it, so he picked it up—and gazed at it in astonishment. He could hardly believe his own eyes and excitedly called to Frank. Frank rushed over, and after seeing Tom’s face, looked at the paper, but with both mouth and eyes wide open. (Continued on Page 14)

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Ai Fortunate Shot S Tom entered the school building one morning, he noticed that several large groups of girls and boys were excitedly discussing something, as it seemed, of very great impo- rance. He became quite curious and, as he walked quickly over to where his set was s.tanding, wondered what could have happened. Tom belonged to a club of six girls and six boys, who were always hay- ing good times in either one way or another. They no sooner spied Tom, who happened to be the favorite, than they rushed toward him, anxious to tell their news. “Oh, Tom,” cried one of the girls, who generally happened to do all of the talking, “what do you think is going to happen? They’ve planned a big game with Montford High for next Saturday. All of the club can go, and we could hardly wait to find out whether or not you could. We could have a dandy time, and you know how much a dozen more rooters could help. Mother will chaperon us, and as you already know, Mildred’s cousin lives there. They have an immense house and told: Mildred that if ever the club wished to come down, we could all stay there. Wouldn’t that be fine? Oh, please say you'll come.” The Marshall and Montford High Schools had always been rivals. In every game that had been played between ten schools, for three years, either Marshall or Montford won, and always with close scores. Montford had won the last game that had been played between the two schools, and since then Marshall had been very anxious for a return game. Now, when the game had been announced, there was naturally a great deal of talk and excitement. The distance between the two schools was about one hundred miles and the fare was a little too high for some of the students. Although Tom’s father had been called a well-to-do man a year before, a great many trqubles and mis- fortunes had left him with very little for a large family to live upon. So Tom naturally hesitated before he answered the. breathless group around him. “I’m awfully sorry, but I don’t think I could possibly go,” he finally, but almost reluctantly, managed to say. “You see, dad has had so much expense lately that I don’t see how he could afford it, and I haven't saved up more than fifty cents since that last trip.” “Oh, what a shame,” muttered one of the group, “I don’t see how on earth we could ever have a good time without you. Can’t you manage it in some way? Ask your father, anyhow”; then added cheerfully, “you don’t know but what your father might have had a piece of good luck since you saw him last.” The rest of the club thought that it would hardly be worth while going unless cheerful and witty Tom Foster were with them. But he did all he could to put that notion out of their sheads. “Dll ask dad if he can spare it, anyway, and I'll let you know by this afternoon whether I can.”

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THE ECHO is published once a month during the school year by the students of th Santa Rosa High School. Entered at the postoffice at Santa Rosa as second class mail matter. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One Year, One Dollar. One Term, Fifty Cents. Single Copies, Fifteen Cents. Advertising rates furnished upon application. EDITORIAL STAFF Laverne Sutherland...... Editor-in-Chief Mary | TROMpSGN. 5 scsi os Josh Editor MOGICHSANLOLG We wks a oles Literary Editor Helen Cochrane | Raegan Talbot .. } Mildred Turner Assistant Josh Editors een hg BY ( .Associate Editors Bernice Hocker } Dagney Juell ..... ] ROY ses SOM mesic aycteaiars cial aes ies Exchanges Mary Coleman........... Athletics, Girls’ Reyna Berka........+.s+0. School Notes Salen MGee oss et ax cele at ot Athletics, Boys Roy Simpson .Governing Board Report ART STAFF C Gore G. OKa Elmer Fresher .... Manager Chester Case and Lester Smith... Assistant Managers Hello, Freshmen! We are glad to see you. We are glad to see you for several reasons. First, because we like to see old Santa Rosa High grow. Second, we need recruits for all of our school activities. Third, the school needs your financial assistance, in the payment of Student Body dues, to support our various activities. Enter upon your work here with an idea of self-betterment. Go about your duties with energy, with earnestness, with persistence and with cheer- fulness. Do not fail to include participation in school activities as a part of those duties. Get in the game. Innumerable opportunities to ‘make good’ are afforded you. Do not wait for the band-wagon to come along and carry you to success. Do not trust to luck nor “watch for something to turn up”; start something yourself; learn that industry is the best policy. It is said