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

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observe all I can free of charge. animals, I see Hon. Mrs. Yost. “Hello!” she smile, like sunshine. “Ditto,” I delite with pleasure, as she vanished be- hind big tents. Then the parade appear. Animals, bears, music bands, etc. One things which are interest to me are wagon filled with men in pretty clothes. One man wearing a white face with red dots on, spoke to me. While looking at “Hello, Kiddo,” he hiss. “Much obliged to know you,” I retreat, with pride, while small boys are possessed of envy . Maybes I am getting famous, I think to myself. I do not know gen- tleman’s name. After Hon. Parade are over, I make noble retreat for back of tents to observe everything I can for free price, as high cost of living are reducing my treasury to nothingness. Hoping you are the same, SATSU TOGO. Gladys Dietz, 717.

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Satan Cage and the Cirrus Dearish Hon. Sir:— Strange excitements occur in town recently. Brightish signs pasted up announce circus. School are closed on account of vacations, so I make plans to see everythings: Thursday evenings upon retiring to bed I ajust alarm clock to call me early. At 4:30 a. m. he ring like fire alarms, and I muffle him with pillows. Excitements are all inside of me while arrangement for my departure take place. Three and a half min- utes later I dash myself down to S. P. railroad station te await for arrival of Hon. Al G. Barnes’ Wonderful Animal Circus. One hour I await with shivers, while trains not arrive. “Daggers!” I stutter thru clicking teeth. are hon. circus?” Nobodies do not know either. “Maybe this are April foolish joke,” I gasp with impatience, while I proceed to wait thirty minutes longer. Soonly gentleman party exit forth from yel- lowish building and approach lady nearby my side. “Train have become derailed,” he inform us. She will not arrive until by-em-by.” “Where “Whizzes,” I hiss, with disappointment feelings, 18 while making retreats for bedroom, where snores are enjoyed by me until 8 a. m. o’clock. At 11:30 I take myself back again to arriving place of circus. Crowds are decorating station, like mosquitoes on fisherman’s Patiently for one half hour I wait, and then joys are mine. “Toot!” announces the train as he drag big, heavy circus into town. “Wheeew,” he whistle when labors are finished. Peoples crowd close to him to see every- things. Instantly animals are let loose from cars and lugged to camp. One male species of humanity with voice like rusty buzz saw, mounted on top of a horse, and proceed to boss the job. “Say,” he demjand, “employ swift speed there.” neck. Then he repeat several prayers which I learn in Sunday school. Bigish wagons are removed from trains by Hon. Elephant. Then lions, tigers, snakes and other fish are carried to College Lot. About this time hungry feelings are possessed by me, in regions of appetite, and I depart for my meal ticket. When I have stuffed myself with cake, pickles, dried fish and lemonade, I dash again to circus lot. While show people are employed in eating dinner, I

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SENUKO ORGANIZATION President—Edward McDowell Vice-President—Franklin Sowell Secretary-Treasurer—Gertrude Matthew Representatives—Vera Stump Anita Chapman Gilbert Trosper Ralph Brown Class Reporter—Samuel Dougherty Class Motto—“To Be and Not to Seem” Class Flower—Red Rose Class Colors—Red, White and Blue CLASS SONG (Tune: “And They Called It Dixie Land’) There is a class just leaving High School. It is the Class of Seventeen. It is the finest class that ever was; The best that you have seen. It has the best girls in the country, And the boys are just the same— But it took a lot of working; And I'll tell you how the Seniors came. Chorus It took a lot of learning from some books To make the Class of Seventeen. It took a lot of teachers’ nods and looks To make the Class of Seventeen. They made the finest class I know, When they made that Senior row— Everyone is happy, In that class so snappy, From the tallest to the smallest one;— And now they’re leaving High to go somewhere, Out into the big, wide world. And they’ll be coming back, be coming back— With high banner all unfurled. They have given to their school their best; And intermingled it with many jokes and jests. It won’t be half as nice as Paradise Without the class of Seventeen!