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

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The thing gave a final rattle, as if in gratitude for the compliment, and the Jonses went in to dinner, The rest of the evening passed quietly, and at half-past ten they retired. It was very early next morning-half-past one. to be exact-when Mr. Jones was awakened by a vise-like grip on one wrist, and a soft hand over his mouth. He awakened with a start and saw his wife, kneeling tensely by his bed. There were soft, padding footfalls on the stairs. A dark figure passed the connecting door to the other bedroom. A long silenceg then the sound of a bureau drawer gently drawn out. The suspense was too much for Sammy.' He fairly danced on his little nickel legs. The bureau drawer dropper. A chair fell over. The stair railing creaked. Something that sounded like a man fell downstairs. Mr. Mr. jones leaped out of bed, seized the faithful Sammy, and ran to the window. A hurried man was falling out of the dining-roo mwindow below. Mr. jones hurled Sammy downward, still startling the pale atmosphere with sound. Then all was silent, save for two policemen, who rushed up and began dis- charging their pistols, presumably at the fleeing burglar. VVhen Mrs. Jones entered the dining-room for breakfast, she found her hus- band just withdrawing his head from a window. VVell, he said, the fellow got away with something of ours after all. VVhat's that P The window sash. But 'Sammy' must have put up a terriffic struggle there in the dark. Guess he isn't worth gathering up P I shall gather him up and have him repaired, returned Mrs. jones, with dignity. You lack a proper sense of gratitude, Henry. M-Hrlm Long. 'Q I yhiilw . 1 J T ill 4 343 1 ll T- J l- l if -' f l ig 3' l lx Q, A, ' , if 1 '. w X 0 I . 12. all f ' iw 1 ' '-I E I 1 Q i I- f . ' . ' ,.' iii.: 'ii 'lf M x? . I ,v 'lg , Li ' 1 3 Y - il! f l l l v' , . , f I 7 I i 2 , , , gs 7 'fi Iii li ,Q X, i ..n3'lX,f, will I yy , 4. -- 1 H Mx I V ' ,, X fhwllnll A i ll ll S 'l illllll i -fifl 'T l27l

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SAMMY'S SWAN SONG My dearf' said Mrs. jones, as her husband appeared one evening, Hburglars broke into the Smith's house last night and carried off all their silverware and most of Mrs. Smith's jewelry, including her engagement ring. Oh-er-is Mrs, Smith engaged P returned Mr. Jones vaguely. I-Ingaged? You know perfectly well she has had a husband for ten years. Doesn't an engagement ring remain an engagement ring ?'l VVhy, I suppose so. I was thinking of something else. You usually are, Henry dear. Do you realize that it's the seventh burglary on this street during the past month P Seven in a month, said Mr, jones, musingly. Still, that may be only normal, or even below the average. Have you looked it up ?'i Mrs. Jones ignored this and contented herself with the observation that the scenes of crime were getting altogether too close, adding, I think, Henry, you should have a burglar alarm put in without delay. Have we much to losef' he asked, as if he were a burglary insurance agent who had never entered the house before. VVe probably have less to lose than any other family on the street, returned the wife of his bosom, with a fine edge on her voice. Nevertheless, we have con- siderable solid silverg and there is also my jewelry, which I don't care to lose. You must have had it before you were married, returned Mr. jones, in a weak attempt to take the sting out of her last remark. Several thoughts came into Mrs. Jones' mind, but all she said was, NVill you order a burglar alarm on your way to the station in the morning F Can't promise that exactly. I've missed the train two mornings as it is. l've got to get an alarm clock. The next evening Mr. jones returned a half hour earlier than usual and was in the library in pursuit of something in the encyclopedia, before his wife was aware of his presence. Coming through the hall she saw a package on the table from which proceeded a loud ticking. The lady was rather vague as to the form which burglar alarms assume, and her hopes were raised. Is that the burglar alarm on the hall 'table ? she asked. It is not,', replied her husband. You don't bring home a burglar alarm in your pocket like a new tooth brush. That's my new alarm clock. I missed that train again this morning. I got that clock as a bargain at Goldstein's second-hand store. You should hear it. She did. The uproar which came from the hall was something in the nature of the noise of an ambulance gong. Mr. Jones dropper his book and rushed to the hall. Here he tore the wrappings from the package and dragged out a large and battered nickel clock, still in a state of eruption. His efforts to shut it off failed, and he hnally put it on the Hoor and covered it with sofa pillows. Even after Mr. Jones had removed the pillows and stood it on the mantle, it ripped out two o rthree startled rattle-te-bangs. Some alarm l cried the man, in admiration. Goldstein said it was made for a man who was slightly deaf, and that the man never once missed his train in ten years. I believe it, agreed Mrs. Jones coldly. I've named it 'Sammyf Bet you 'Sammy'll' keep me from missing those trains, continued M rJ.ones. l26l

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THE TRADITION OF THE ABPLANALP NAME I will attempt to tell you the tradition of the Abplanalp name, as it was told to me by my grandfather. In Switzerland is a mountain peak called Mt. Planap. There was a small village at the foot of this mountain where some Swiss people lived. These people made their living by carving wood and by watch-making. Each family had a few cows, and in the summer one or two people would take them up into the mountains to care for them. They would make cheese from the milk, and when the cheese was sold, each person would receive his share of the money. One day, about four hundred years ago, no one knows the exact date, an avalanche, without any warning whatever, came clown the side of the mountain and the village at the foot of it was destroyed. The people from the neighboring villages came to see what damage the ava- lanche had done, and they found a baby boy in his cradle. He was not old enough to know what his name was, or anything about himself, The people from these other villages did not know who he was, and were at a loss to know what to do about his name when he grew up. They decided they would have to give him a name. VVhat was it to be? The name finally decided upon was to prefix the Latin or German prefix ab', meaning t'from to the name Planalp, making Abplanalp, meaning from Planalpf' You have probably already noticed that Planalp can be spelled either back- wards or forwards. There are a number of families of Planalps in the United States and also some in Switzerland. They are all related and are the descendants of the man who had this strange experience when he was a baby, and which resulted in the origin of the name, Abplanalp. L. ABPLANALP, '25. CALIFORNIA AS SEEN BY A NEWCOMER In making one's first trip to California, many strange and beautiful scenes come into view. Perhaps the first thing you notice would be the trees and grass, for when one has traveled across the barren desert for several trying hours you are able to appre- ciate the green vegetationg and when it flourishes so abundantly it makes it even more attractive. VVhen you see the many tropical plants and especially the palm trees, you might feel as if you were in Hawaii, but this foreign feeling soon passes. Of course the ocean is a great delight to all. VVhen one catches the first silvery glimpse of it you are enthralled, its beauty being beyond your power of description. Another great attraction is the flowers and it is a great source of wonder to the Easterner how certain Howers can grow to such great heights when he has spent nearly a life time trying to make the same flowers grow a foot in a green- house back home. Every newcomer feels that he really has not seen California until he has seen the orange and lemon groves. The vegetables out here have a different flower and seem to have a great deal more color to them than the ones in the East. Throughout California the sunlight, the white buildings and green plants make a very clean, appealing and picturesque background. Yet the newcomer has the feeling that it isn't real, and if it was not for the irrigation it would be nothing more or less -than a desert. VVhen one looks at the grass and trees that are not watered and cared for every day, they see the tell tale coating of dust. There seems to be something in the atmosphere of California that makes the nwcomer feel the welcome and he soon learns to love this land of orange blossoms just as the natives do. RUTH JULIAN. I 28 l