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66_146 Vacaville Grammar School, In my day the Ulatis Grammar School. As a lad I knew at Center School no world but a world of Campbellites. With the petty school yard persecution I bore as best I could. A small lad in good heath and with a lively spirit will become habituated to any situation and I did. It was something to be borne as best one could, like the heat of sun in mid-July like the cold of the North Wind in January, and you thought nothing more about it. But how tolerant it made me! When I went to the Vacaville Grammar School, properly the Ulatis School, where there were no Campbellites, every boy seemed a likely fellow, a good playmate. I was so happy as to be not in the least critical. One of the boys I liked was Willie Davis. Handsome, confident, frank, quick and good-natured, his self-esteem and bossy ways I overlooked. But |
66_147 not the other boys on the school ground because boys are extremely discerning as to human nature. One day when Willie was passing along the village street with that erect easy confident way which became him so well, a very prominent rancher, big of frame and impressive in manner, said to his companions, ranchers, - _That boy will some day be governor of California._ News was scarce in that day and each man took the news home to his family. It quickly spread. The next week, on the school ground, Willie_s first attempt to boss things was greeted with a grand chorus: Governor! Governor! And thereafter, on the school ground, ever, it was: Hello, Governor! How are you, Governor? He was a nice lad, but how could he become governor with such a handicap as that. He didn_t. He drove a milk wagon. _ Oct. 1934. |
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