Anaheim Union High School - Colonist Yearbook (Anaheim, CA)

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She must be an American angelf' I thought to myself. A girl named Lily lived near us. XYe talked for a long time together. She said she and her sisters lived for only a short time in the spring, but that for all its shortness, her life was always happy, because she knew the secret of true happinessgpure thoughts and the habit of giving joy to others. I didn't understand her meaning at the time, but I have thought about it many times since. I don't just remember how we parted. She promised to see me again the next spring, and I recall wondering how she could see me again if she must die that very season. In a rather solemn mood I went on, leaving the shady wood far behind, and pausing upon the edge of a sunny meadow. I wondered if I would meet any more fairies. I wasn't surprised, therefore, when I saw what I inelegantly classed as a whole flock of them flying toward me. They were the daintiest creatures I had ever seen, all in pink, with yellow curls. They were very friendly, and seemed to like me. I never have heard anybody chatter as they could. My old fear of the gentle sex almost overcame me for a moment, but the thought of my previous experience revived me. As I had done in the other cases, I inquired their names. Rosef' chorused the delicate little beings. I was now quite used to the idea of having so many girls with the same name. I decided that all fairies who looked alike were named alike. Having thus struck up an acquaintance, I ventured to ask other questions. They informed me that they were wild creatures, but that they had cousins in the city who had attained the height of refinement. I didn't grasp their meaning-then. Then came my disillusionment. They asked me to play with them, and started a game of tag. The airy little figures were everywhere at once. In vain I chased them. Always they escaped me, their pretty pink robes fluttering saucily in the breeze. Finally one merry sprite perched upon a bush and viewed me tantalizingly. I made a frantic leap for her and then something happened-I knew not what. I let forth a lusty yell. VVhen I next came to myself I was sitting on the grass viewing a bleeding finger. She must have bitten me, I said to myself. A hearty chuckle near at hand caused me to turn around. I beheld the little old man of that morning. That will teach you not to fool with wild rosesf' said my unsympathetic advisor. 'Twasn't a wild rose. 'Twas a fairy named Rose. She bit me.'l Then the truth dawned on me, as I looked up and saw the rose-bushes growing nearby. I had bene playing with the spirits of the Flowers. The modest little fairies with purple wings were violets, as they themselves had told me. My beautiful angel's name was Lily -f'Easter Lily. And the little pink maidens were wild roses. Had they not told me they were wild? Suddenly I thought of the little man. VVhat did he have to do with it all? There he was now, laughing gleefully because I pricked my Hnger. W'ho are you ? I asked abruptly. HI? Oh, you should know who I am by this time. My name is 'Spring Fever,' and this is my busy day. Hope you enjoyed yourself today. Ta-ta! See you again next spring. And he was gone. I cannot account for this strange adventure, any more than the reader can. Perhaps my mother was right, and I was ill on that morning so long ago-de- liriously. Perhaps the castor oil was responsible for the spell. VVhatever the explanation may be, I have often thought about the significance of the attitudes of the various flowers, and wondered if the blossoms did not really have spirits, that play around them in the spring. MARY KANE. I21l

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DDQ Q Clw Q0 My BEAUTIFUL ANGELIS NAME VVAS I -ILYUJ EASTER LILY!! M

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OUR HERITAGE DOROTHY BISHOP Three thousand years ago, in the wastes of Arabia, near Sinaifs brow, was given a code of divine wisdom for the government of the individual. The Ten Commandments will stand until the end of time as a standard of human conduct. Passing down through the years, we find the world bursting the bonds of the dark ages by forcing from King John of England, the next great law of civiliza- tion, the rights of equity and justice, the Magna Charta. But never before in history has a group of men wrought such a code, involv- ing the principles of liberty, justice, and personal security, as the American Con- stitution. This great record became at once the turning point of the era which was to come. The Constitution is more sagacious than any set of laws since the T en Commandments, more radical than any since the Magna Charta, and embodies the lasting principles of both, together with a greater vision of freedom than was ever before conceived. The Pilgrim fathers set their faces toward America to escape religious per- secution and tyranny of government. Colonies grew up. Tyranny of King and Parliament became unbearable. Then the blow was struckf' America was severed from England forever. Then was kindled the first spark of nationalism, common interests, common temporary laws, and a common cause to fight for. The struggle for liberty bred a desire for freedom. But freedom can only be preserved by a regularly constituted government. America, quivering in the newly awakened consciousness of her independence, stood on the threshold of self government. Political philosophers and practical politicians predicted that Amer- ica would go the way of her predecessors-petty kings, temporary alliances, revolt and then the same thing over again. The first feeble attempt at self-government Linder the .Articles of Federation, had the right to do everythingg the power to do nothing. Taxes remained unpaid because the government had no power to collect them. The federal department was on the point of bankruptcy. Liberty, property, everything dear to the heart of man, became more and more insecure. The wide separation and diversified interests of States created a selfish sentiment of Stages rights. The nation was totteringg disruption from within, danger from without. The mother country might by force of arms bring the feebl States again under British rule. It was then that the greatest men in our history, imbued with the idea that only in union is there strength, set about to put our nation on a firm foundation. This distinguished group met in Philadelphia in 1787. The convention began under the shadow of uncertainty. The ceremonies were simple and characteristic of the men who formed the assembly. The figure of Washington, as presiding officer, moved silently in the background, a tremendous force toward an indisoluble union and a sacred justice. The conventionists did nothing radical. They simply weighed the laws of every nation since time began and took from them the enduring principles of equity. They compromised over differences of opinion and finally rounded out a complete compact. The result was a system of checks and balancesg a three-fold government, executive, legislative and judicial with powers divided. Each depart- l22l