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

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Class of January, 13 Andrews, Eliza Bonnard, Blanche Berry, Gladys England, Arthur Gilkey, Esther Gore, Chester Meagher, George Matthews, Annie Peterson, Myrtle Pedersen, Fred Thole, Amelia Yarnell, Eloise

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Prophecy of the Christmas Class RAVELING through the Santa Clara valley, | was tempted to visit the world-famous Lick Observatory, on Mount Hamilton, where is stationed a telescope of great powers. J On reaching the observatory, | was much elated to find that I could look through the wonderful glass. The first thing I saw, was what I supposed to be a planet, which seemed to be made up of high hills and deep valleys. As I looked more closely, I saw a little speck, which seemed to be moving. It finally proved to be a little. old, wrinkled man, about two feet high, with long, grey whiskers extending almost to his knees. When he saw that I was watching him, he turned and asked me what I would like to see. I was very much taken back at being addressed from such a distance, but on recovering my equilibrium, decided that the fate of my classmates would afford me the most enjoyment. In an instant there was a great crash, and everything looked blurred. | iad almost decided the little man had deserted me, when I heard a little, squeaky voice calling to me from out of the mist, “Took! Look!” I did, and yefore me lay the Latin quarter of Paris. I did not think that any of my friends could be here, and was just turning away, when a familiar figure caught my eye. On looking more closely, I knew it to be no other than Chester Gore, sketching the Katzenjammer Kids, and the famous Captain, or a large and appreciative portion of the smart set of Paris. Glancing down on one of the principal streets of Paris, whom should [ see but Eloise Yarnell, coming from one of the most popular theaters, sur rounded by a multitude of ardent admirers. It was easily seen that she was one of the most sought after of Parisian stage beauties. A moment later I was looking down on the beautiful city of Vienna. On a huge poster, what should I see but the following: “Melle Annie Matthews, in the Screaming Comedy, ‘Who Stole Annie’s Hat.” A few doors farther on I saw a crowd of people, all seeming to be going into the same place. Naturally curious, | wateched them, and saw that their destination was the hair dressing parlors of Blanche Bonnard, who had be- come famous for her wonderful hair dressing, which was appreciated by the dusky inhabitants of Africa. Next I saw coming from a humble church in the far-away city of Cairo, Arthur England, leading away his fifth bride, the stately Amelia Thole. While sightseeing in Egypt, I decided to see the Sphinx and the Pyra- mids. As I gazed on these noble monuments, I saw someone in a long, white robe, explaining with an elaborate speech, and in an oratorical manner, the supposed origin of these great masterpieces. It was no other than George Meagher, our famous history shark. Again the focus shifted and I was looking down on the scene of a ter- tible war. In the hospital quarters, whom should I see but my old class- mate, Myrtle Peterson, ministering with great ability, to the sick and [Page nine]