Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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most hated by all spirits because it deceives the eyesight by its glimmering, and this is gold. ‘ ( Never will the purple color appear except when the genius of their wise are able to dissolve it in Agua Eegia. Then the original color will appear as a precipitate. I leave this as a reminder of the sin that will always hang over them. “Alas, the color is forever banished from this land of beauty, and the leaders of these mighty ones must wear robes of the sin at times of enjoyment.” The queen had spoken, and for ten days and nights there was feasting in Fairyland. —Ella Harbine. Upon the wind-swept shore, I watch the fisher child The while he carves his boat, With whistling wild. At last are shaped the hull, And seats for elfins’ ease; While from the mast its sails Flap to the breeze. Christened where ripples kiss The sands in quiet grace, His fairy ship rides proud With even pace. What joy and pride are his, Turning the hoisted sail To meet, with open hands, The rocking gale. But when its magic keel Glides far beyond his reach, He, leaving waves that smile, Mourns on the beach. I stroll the shore of Life. The hopes that sail wi l h dawn, Floating o’er unknown seas, Are ever gone! —Lawrence Dayton. 18

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to gossip with a moth who was carrying the latest news of everything that had happened. The result was that when he came back the purple flower was gone. Zad, being very foolish, as many of us are, thought the blame was his, so he ran away and hanged himself on the trailer of a sweet pea vine. As soon as the queen came home she called for Zad. All the servants knew the story and trembled in their little leaf shoes. “Where is Zad?” the queen asked; “tell him to bring to me my wishing flower, Purple Cassius.” “Ah! Greatest of queens, we have a sad story to tell you,” quoted one wee fellow, quivering from the little curl that stood straight up on his forehead to his tiny green-topped shoes, and he told what had happened. “Well said, little one,” she murmured, “you are a true fairy to come with the truth to your queen. I feel deeply moved that Zad was so foolish for he was a good servant and I trusted him. Now we must search for my flower, and if ever it is found, the thieves will pay dearly for it.” Then the search began. Every cobweb, bluebell and but¬ tercup threw open his doors to show that he had not committed the crime. Every elf and fairy dropped his work and sought everywhere for the missing flower. After many days of searching the queen called an assembly on the mossy campus where the white violets always bloom. Silence like that of midnight held all spellbound, for it had been whispered that the queen had at last found the cul¬ prits. Then she spoke. “You, one and all, have been faithful and have added honor to the fairy name. Perhaps every one of you know that another world exists besides our own. We often go there to help the mortals that inhabit it when they are in trouble. From now on all communication shall be shut off and I will set a pest upon their land, as they are the thieves of the Purple Cassius. “This pest shall be the flower itself. It will never be visible to the human eye and it shall cause the inhabitants of this other land to fight and kill. Hitherto everything the flower touched became purple, which is the favorite color of Fairyland. Henceforth everything will become that which is

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y JVn ©lb (iHamtscrtpf (Editor’s Note:—Some years ago an old battlefield was discovered at Tiefenau, near Berne. There were found num¬ erous objects made of iron, such as fragments of chariots, bits for horses, wheels, pieces of coats of mail, and arms of various sorts, including no less than one hundred swords. But the most interesting “find” was an old manuscript, which was •e discovered in a helmet of bronze. The following manuscript e. was written by a Roman trader who traveled with Julius Caesar on his conquest of Oaul.) 2V 3 the army came to a halt at the ninth hour in a plain r high up in the mountains of Helvetia, I left with my CT stock of wines upon my back and went across the plains and over the high hills to the north in search of consumers. As I was wending my way down the steep and rugged moun¬ tainside, I suddenly noted that the tangled forest thru which I had been walking had ended abruptly on the shore of a shining lake, as blue and as beautiful as the heavens above it, with the images of the snow-capped mountains reflected here and there upon its crystal surface. Engrossed in the beauty of the pic¬ ture, I clambered over a hillock and saw what was as unex¬ pected as it was unique, and one never before witnessed by man. Before me over the water was a village. There was a narrow bridge from the shore, extending some one hundred paces over the water to the platform of logs which rested on piles which had been sunk in the lake, and upon which the village, a mere collection of thatched huts, had been built. But my peace was short-lived. I looked up to behold two bone spears, one on either side of me, in the hands of two barbarians, whose faces had never been shaved, and whose hair completely covered their otherwise naked bodies. A blow on the head and I knew no more. I imagined several hours later that I was sitting on an iceberg on the summit of the Alps, and that it was very cold. I tried to reaso n with myself that this could not be, yet I felt such a cold wind blowing over me that I shivered. It was then that I recovered my consciousness. I tried to pierce the dark¬ ness that enveloped me, but could not. I put out my hand towards the ground and found it met with no resistance. The 19