Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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Presentation J peec!) Ernest Hansen As we are about to bid farewell to this school which has become so dear to us, we wish to leave something by which we may be remembered. The subject of our choice is a painting from the chivalrous life of the legendary period of English History. You have read the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, and how these men had vowed to do deeds of righteousness. At one time the Holy Grail, which was supposed to have been the cup which our Savior used to dispense the wine at the Last Supper, was brought to England and there appeared under mysterious condi¬ tions to King Arthur and his knights. After a short time it suddenly vanished and thereupon the knights set out in a world wide search for the mystic vessel, but only one was successful. This was Sir Galahad who, although the youngest, was pure of heart, and it was only by living this pure life that he was successful in his quest. George Frederick Watts, an English painter of the nine¬ teenth century, was so impressed by the ideality of this person that he painted a picture which wondrously ex¬ presses the spotless purity of the knight. It is this pic¬ ture, “Sir Galahad,” that we have selected. Sir Galahad stands by the side of his snow white horse in an attitude of devotion, as if he had seen the heavenly vision through the forest shades. His spiritual face, most marvelously expressed by the painter, signifies that his We, therefore, to show our gratification to the teachers, mission is spiritual and not mortal. in part, and also to leave a remembrance of the graduating class of Nineteen Hundred and Eleven, present to the An- aly Union High School the painting of this ideal youth, whose purity of thought, word and deed may, for years to come, be a constant memorial to stimulate the pupils to deeds of valor, purity and brotherly love.

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Program Second Annual Commencement Analy Union High School, High School Auditorium, Sebastopol, California, Friday Evening, June 16, 1911, 8:30 O’clock. piano Sol °.Allen Lane Invocation.Rev. j ames E . Ease Last Words to Class.Principal J. E. Williamson Vocal Solo.Mrs. E E Briggg Class History..Blanche Moran Class Poem. Ray Johnson Song .Class 1911 Class Phophecy.Harold Wiggins Vocal Solo with Violin Obligato. CIass Wil1 .Adelia Payne Present to the School.Ernest Hansen t iolin Solo.Miss Jeanne Jenks Address .Clarence Lea Presentation of Diplomas . ..R ev . William Rogers President Board of Trustees ong . Class 1911 Trio for Violin, Flute and Piano. . Mi ss Jenks, Mr. Swain and Mr. Lane

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Class Propljecp Harold Wiggins »Vhat! write a prophecy. Say, I’ve scraped my head and rattled my scattered brains until my attempted sleep has been—well, but an attempt and of no avail. So here I am, a disgusted piece of humanity on my way to the dear old Wishing-Gate, where I may have a good long look into the future. I first enter the town of Suffragonia, “the realm of woman,” and crowding my way through the cheering mass, arrive at the curb just in time to see a red streak whizz by on a gizzard-shaking motor-cycle. On inquiry I am told that their candidate for Governor was just leav¬ ing in her touring car for a canvass of the State. “But who is she -” Thereupon I was handed a card, which read: “Vote for” who? Sure enough, “Miss Adelia Payne.” Now I stand before the side-show tent of one of the big circuses, The little, sawed-off gentleman on the box is yell¬ ing: “Ladies and gentlemen, postively your last and only chance to behold the far-famed and wide renowed Pedero in his death-defying leap, turning triple sommersaults, and—actually—I say actually—tying himself in a knot and alighting on his chest one hundred and fifty feet be¬ low.” None other, my friends, than Paul Woolsey. “Suc¬ cess to you, Paul, but I must hurry away to the Wishing- G ate. Now I stand on a street corner in San Francisco. In one of the huge touring cars that pass by, I see Bernard Wilkie surrounded by a bevy of fair society belles. He is now one of San Francisco’s millionaire ' bachelors and “they’re all after him.” After this, I travel through wooded hills until, at last, I