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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1910)(1910) (76 pages)
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Page: of 76
18 THE QUILL
N. C. H. S. in 2000.
In the year 2000 I was livingin Los Angeles; for being quite
aged, I was forced to care for my health. I was not contented there.
however, and was continualiy longiing to be in the mountains. At last
my great-grandson, tiring of my complaints, said he would take me to
Nevada City in his aeroplane. Th2 journey was short, but the scenes
T was soon viewing were not familiar ones. Everything was changed,
beautiful villas replaced the clumps of pines and stately oaks that
once had graced the hillside. Where once a windng trail had been
Was now a wide paved driveway. It seemed to me that the mountain
air was no longer pure, but reeking with fumes of oil and gas from
trains, autos and from various wonderful machinery affairs, which
seemed to be so plentiful. All was so bustling and busy, I almost
wished I hadn’t come.
A few days after my arrival I visited the High School. In that.
too, I was disappointed, for the only resemblance of the new to the
eld was that it bore the same dear old name—N. C. H. S. The building was a magnificent one of marb’e, twenty-two stories high, and
covering an acre of ground. A park filled with beautiful trees, shrubbery, statues and fountains, surrounded the building. One magnificent
tree towered above the rest, and though I had seen many large trees.
yet I stood before this one with awe and admiration. “Planted by 4
Senior class of ninety years ago,” explained a young girl near me and she
looked incredulous when I said I remembered the day it was planted.
A cable ran near the schoolhouse, on which a monorail car made
its hourly trip for the benefit of students from Gold Flat and other
fashionable suburbs.
Just as I was gazing with interest at a fine tennis court, the
large bell rang, and I was taken to the nineteenth floor in an elevator.
Upon the request of a young companion I attended the recitations of the Sophomore class. The first recitation was geometry, and
as the pupils fluently recited the revised axioms from ‘“‘Lobner and
Osselin’s” latest edition, my thoughts wandered back to the Sophomore class of 1910, which had struggled so with “Beman and Smith.”
They wrote on fine boards with dustless chalk, and the erasing was
done by pressing a little button near the board.
Next came history, which I found very interesting. A phonograph in one corner gave forth the description by an eye witness of
the one and only battle of the Japanese-American war, in which Uncle
Sam completely routed the little brown men. The stories of how women after a hard struggle, through the influence of Marie Kahl, had
finally secured the rights of suffrage, and the discovery of the South
Pole were also interesting.
In English, the pupils were trying their best to explain one of
Miss Elleda Nolin’s beautiful poems,
The Latin pupils butchered Gaul into three parts without the.