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Printed by THE SEBASTOPOL TIMES Sebastopol, California ct )t l?alea Bnalp iUntott tgf) cfjool Sebastopol, California 1918 Analy Union High School C. E. Van Deventer, Principal % Ifacnliy Mr. Van Deventer ...... Mathematics Mrs. Pulcifer . ... . Mathematics, History Miss Gregory ...... English, Spanish Miss Morrison - - Drawing, Domestic Art and Science Miss Northrup - Business Course, Music Mrs. Woodruff . English, History Miss Robinson - Chemistry, Physiology, Algebra Miss Blum . ... . Latin, Domestic Art Mr. Raphael - Physics, Chemistry, Drawing Mr. Schnabel Agriculture, Grammar School and Community Service Mr. Ames - - . Manual Training 4$Huh j lumtcr By HARRY BORBA (First Award.) OUR white mules tugged and strained to lift the loaded supply wagon to the last level of Lost Moun¬ tain. The tugs creaked under the strain and the wagon tongue wobbled from side to side as first one and then the other of the wheel mules, with an unusual effort, pulled ahead for a minute, only to fall behind again in another, while the lead mules pulled stead¬ ily, as if to reprove their unsteady mates of the tug. As the wagon, groaning under its load of flour, meat and bread, a week’s supply for the isolated village of Mariposa, rolled on to the summit, Gabe Tuttle jammed on the brakes, for the mules had already come to a stop. It was their usual stopping place. Gabe dropped the lines to whittle himself a chew from a plug of Granger Twist. This accomplished, he crossed his long legs in the best attitude of comfort under the circum¬ stances, while he let his gaze wander over the landscape, which was starting to show the first signs of coming summer activity. Here a field had been plowed, there a group of men were clear¬ ing a field, and everywhere nature was beginning to burst forth. As he gazed he hummed a strain from “My Old Kentucky Home,” pausing occasionally to shift his quid from one cheek to the other. Suddenly, reminded by the afternoon sun, he turned from the beautiful scene to pick up the lines which lay where he had dropped them. He sorted them deftly between the proper fingers of either hand, clucked to the wheel mules, mumbled aloud to the leaders, and humped his body to meet the swing of the wagon as it should start forward. But there was no movement forward, no pull on the tugs, and Gabe, surprised, looked up to see Daniel, the biggest lead mule, still resting on one hind leg with the other hind leg re¬ laxed and resting toe-downw ard in the sand, apparently un¬ aware of any desire on the part of the driver to move. The other mules held like attitudes of rest, for they regarded Dan¬ iel as leader and were satisfied to wait until he moved. “Gee, mules!” shouted Gabe, as he slacked the reins and threw off the brakes, but the mules, all holding the same rest¬ ful positions, did not move. Although there was a whip at hand it was not Gabe’s habit to resort to its use, for he under¬ stood his four mules, and held that better results could be ob¬ tained by talking to them than by using the whip. Again he entreated the mules, but still there was no re¬ sponse. With an exasperated grin, Gabe addressed the lead mule in his slow Mariposa drawl: “Danyell, ef yuh don’t git to movin’ suddint, I’ll have to come down thar and git yuh.” Slowly the big mule straightened to the traces, followed as slowly by the three other sons of Balaam. Gabe chuckled un¬ derstanding! y, while a slow smile crossed his placid face. The supply wagon came to a stop before the porch of the general store in Mariposa. A man in the olive drab of the U. S. Army stepped from the door and approached the wagon. On his sleeve he wore the chevrons of a lieutenant of the Quar¬ termaster Corps. His coming had caused a stir in the isolated town. Mari¬ posa, a boom town in the days when the West was young, had long ago been deserted for the great cities of commerce and industry, and only the “old-timers” and their sons and daugh¬ ters, those who had seen the birth and growth of the mushroom city, now remained there and kept the tales and traditions alive. Yes, they knew that the United States was engaged in some foreign trouble, being so far from the great centers of war activity, they did not realize that it was anything more than a dispute, of which our history records many. The officer was soon surrounded by a group of natives eager to learn something of the war at first hand. Many and difficult were the questions he had to answer; some were even comical, but all were answered in a careful, painstaking man¬ ner. But as the great supply wagon came to a stop the lieu¬ tenant left his inquisitors and hurried to the driver. “Very nice mules you have there, Mr. Tuttle,” he said. “Y-e-s. They’re a mighty understandin’ bunch,” Gabe answered. “Work pretty well, do they!” asked the lieutenant. “They ain’t no better in Californy fer my work,” said Gabe with pride. “So I have heard,” returned the lieutenant. “Do you know that our country is now engaged in the greatest war the world has ever known?” “I had heerd tell a little on’t, but from what I kin figger, it’s just a family quarrel among the furrin royalties, in which we have become mixed through our commerce.” ‘‘No. Mr. Tuttle, you are mistaken. The freedom of the whole world has been threatened by Germany and her allies, all the resources of the United States are being massed for a great drive on militarism. That is why I am here today. 1 came to see you, Mr. Tuttle, because we need good, heavy¬ working, “understandin’ ” mules in the Quartermaster Corps, where all army supplies are handled. What value do you place upon them!” ‘‘Wal, I ain’t hankerin’ after losin’ ’em’ since we have been pullin’ together nigh onto seven years; but ef you l ' eallv need ’em, I reckon you kin set your own price and I’ll be sat¬ isfied. But keep in mind you’re only buyin’ flesh and bone, cause the understandin’ is purely personal, and priceless.” This he said bravely, for as yet he did not realize how much that ‘‘understandin’ ” meant to him. There were two large tears creeping down two weathered cheeks from two big peaceful brown eyes, as a few days later Gabe Tuttle saw his four comrades driven away on what might be their last trip over Lost Mountain. A lump in his throat caused him to gasp and a sob shook his long face. Then as old Daniel turned and gave a long blantant hee-haw of protest, Gabe turned away, and his face reddened as lie choked back a sob and muttered something about bein’ a damn fool. For days Gabe remained sorrowing around the general store, peering always toward Lost Mountain as though ex¬ pecting to see the four white mules appear somewhere on its winding road. The storekeeper urged Gabe to find some more mules and go after a load of supplies, but Gabe only mumbled and remained, face toward Lost Mountain, as if waiting for the mountain to give up his companions of the trail. Then he dis appeared from the neighborhood, and no one knew where lie had gone. Almost simultaneously with his disappearance there ap¬ peared at Qamp Fremont a tall, straight figure, covered with dust from head to foot. He asked the way to the headquarters of the Quartermaster Corps. Arrived, he told the officer in charge that lie had but lately given up four of the finest mules in California to the Government, and finished by saying: “Since you need mules in this here war you must be needin’ some good mule skinners. I want to jine.” And when Gabe went on guard mount the first time the soldier on the neighboring watch understood when he heard a chorus of joyful hee-haws from the barns and saw the watch of the new recruit was not being covered. So, being a good sport, he covered both watches until the new recruit reap¬ peared, smiling and chuckling to himself. JVlj, jiljtp of tip piestern j§ba! Moon of the west wide-rolling sea, Swing softly low Where the weird winds blow And the billows blow; I await for thee! Oh, the surf grows cold and my feet are bare! Lay still thine oar Till thou reach the shore, And swoop me away to thy mystic air! Who ride with thee on thy wondrous flight? Who spies for the bow, Or guidest tliou? Who fish for stars in the waves of night? In tliine arms afar, can they be like me, Whose tatters flap From thy misty lap, As thou bearest them on to the sights that be? Let me join their crew, ere the night is gone, For I ever yearn To dream in thy stern Or peer from thy bow for the dews of dawn. Let me sail but once! Oh, I’d never tell Of thy magic lore Amd its secret store, Nor the darkling haunts where thine elfins dwell! Ah, hasten, ship! for I stay alone; All my toys forgot With their worldly lot, And the joys of their happy moments flown! —Laurence E. Dayton, ’18. By DON WALKER (Second Award.) IR WALLINGSFORD, attired in a service uniform of a British Army Captain, stood thoughtfully looking over the gray railings of the Prince Albert down into the boiling waters of the English Chan¬ nel; and, like himself, many others stood also sL lently thinking. Some looking back across the long narrow trail of white foam that had been stirred by the ship’s throbbing propellers, beheld a vision perhaps of a face, or heard a word; probably burning upon their lips and cheeks was that last hasty farewell which, at the thought, rekindled its heartfelt warmth and fired that pride within their bosoms which sped them onward. Beside the Captain, chewing an unlit fag, a burly Scot in his kilties, rapped the deck a thud with his beknotted walk¬ ing stick and made a disgusted comment upon things in gen- in general, and upon receiving no reply, took another pull at the fag and stated sullenly: “I been thinking, Carptain. ’tis a very ban’ o’ weaklings tliot we’re taking ’cross th 1 way. The laddies seem tae hev a bit a’ langin’ tae their haines.” And again he found no response. After a moment he turned and carefully eyed his companion. “Wot th’ duce, I’d nivir think ’twas ye tae hev the langin’ sir! ’Twill niver pay on Vimy tae be a wee lonesome; besides we’ve got ol’ Billie an’ ’s sons tae git afore we kin return tae ’ome. ” A Jock Highlander on the leaward side of the ship began to sing “AuId Lang Syne,” accompanied by the tuneful notes of a bagpiper. A few sea birds, perched upon the rigging, squawked and flapped their wings, then glided gracefully away. Finally Wallingsford turned and addressed the Scot in a stern, tired voice: “Sergeant Tam O’Bain, I want you to re¬ member, sir, that I’ll stand for no more of your foolhardiness on this trip. If l am lonesome that is none of your business. I am tired of your disgusting optimistic comments, and I want you to understand that you are to keep a closed mouth, sir, or I’ll have you court-martialed from our ranks.” " I am sorry, sir,” the Scot said quietly, and then stated: “I guess I’ll be going, sir,” bringing liis heels together and giving his superior a brief salute. It was long after “taps” had sounded, long after all sounds had ceased, save the washing of the waters against the ship and the mysterious moaning of a haunted wind, that Cap¬ tain Wallingsford slunk silently away toward tbe inclosed afterparts to his awaiting bunk. Almost a year had passed since their arrival at Vimy, and Battalion 483 of the Royal Highlanders had just returned to their duties on the front line after a four-day sojourn at the rest billets. A drenching mist stretched its gloomy blankets across the bleak, dreary, lifeless and shell-shattered plain in No Man’s Land. An orderly stepped briskly down a commu¬ nication alley and made a flustrated entrance down tbe muddy, slimy steps of a dugout. He blinked his eyes in the clammy candle light, and wiping some of the terra firma from his face, came to stiff attention and called out in a rasping voice: ‘‘Sergeant Tam, Machine Gunners 88, R. Id., is ordered to report at once to Captain Wallingsford at headquarters, Clancing Place, Commune 9.” ‘‘At service!” replied someone sharply from a dingy cor¬ ner, and Sergeant Tam O’Bain stepped lightly to the orderly’s side. They saluted and quickly mounted the slick steps. Neither spoke a word until the orderly paused and read the sign banging over an underground entrance. ‘‘This way, sir,” he said, and both passed down into the darkness. When at last they stood before the officer in com¬ mand each came to a smart military salute. ‘‘Sergeant Tam, Machine Gunners 88, R. H., sir,” the orderly announced me¬ chanically, and the swarthy Scot stood under the stern focus of the superior’s eyes. ‘‘Tam,” began the latter, dismissing the orderly, “I’ve something very sad to tell you, sir.” Tam held his officer’s eyes in a steady, expectant gaze. Everything was still save that ceaseless roll of thunder from the distant batteries of pounding guns. A machine near at hand sputtered a few useless, complaining shots and then re¬ sumed its quietude. After a pause Wallingsford continued: “Your brother, Allen O’Bain, on the 26th instant last, was, at about half-past one in the morning, while doing duty as an observer on outpost 13, murdered by the means of a saw- toothed bayonet, held in the hands of a cowardly Prussian, who stabbed him without mercy nor warning, from behind!” The poor Scot, trained though he was to the ever-present beckonings of the death and the suddenness with which it had often taken his comrades, his friends, and even his boyhood playmates, made a faltering step forward, his face turning a ghastly white and his eyes opened with with a dazed horror- stricken glare and he crumpled limply down upon a meager bench. “Gard, mon, ye can’t mean it!” he cried, frantically claw¬ ing his matted hair, while great tears streamed down his weathered face. “They dinna murder th’ poor laddie? Gard, Carptain, it can’t be so!” “Yes, Tam, they did it; but that’s not the worst they’ve ever done. Your brother was a grand man, sir, and every one was proud of him. He died a soldier’s death in protection of his home. He met his end while listening for any danger from a fiendish, barbaric foe who recognizes no law of man except his own. Hardly could we ask for more, sir.” In a moment Tam had dried his eyes on his coat sleeve, attained a stern, hard and almost expressionless appearance, and stood up at stiff attention. In every vein of that Scottie’s body there burned that unquenchable fire of his ancestors, and from his wet eyes shown a light steelly in its sharpness, pierc¬ ing in directness, and beneath it smouldered a meaning which ranged far beyond all power of conception. “I thank ye, sir,” he said simply, his lips scarcely moving. “An’ if tlia’ be all, I guess I’ll be goin’, sir.” They parted with a silent salute, and Tam O’Bain walked rapidly along the trench back to his “hole.” When the shadow of night had thrown its inky cloak over the muck land, and while the stars—far, far away and ghostlike in their glimmer—twinkled warmly in a mystery sky, there crept three lonely forms quickly over the rim of a parapet. Under the barbed wires they glided stealthily and silently, almost like shadows, then lay suddenly still. A star shell burst on high and illuminated the shell-gutted field; a few sharp re¬ ports and then all was once more held in the vast and mysteri¬ ous power of night. The clock in Captain Wallingsford’s quarters had just pointed its rusty hour-hand to one-fifteen A. M. when the officer stepped over to a switchboard at the other end of his table and pressed a button. He had scarcely released his finger before the ground began to tremble; the skies without were no longer silent and shadowy; great flares of lightning, red bursts of flame, crash, roar and the hellish din of battle gained the world. Three days had passed since the engagement, and once more the Four-hundred-and-eighty-third Battalion of Royal Highlanders were enjoying a four days’ leave at the rest bil¬ lets. Captain Wallingsford was idly passing through the main thoroughfare on a casual tour of inspection, when an orderly bearing the ensigns of the Red Cross came to a halt before him. “A note, sir for Captain Wallingsford, Four-hundred-and- eighty-third Battalion, R| H.” The Britisher opened the sealed envelope and frowned as he scanned the contents: “Captain Wallingsford, “Four-hundrd-and-eighty-third Battalion, R. H.: “Dear Sir—We have in our midst a poor, unfortunate chap who has been for the last three days dangling on the brink of life and death. He was found in the newly captured Boche positions north of Cameron Way in the early hours of morning of the 28th instant last. He insists upon having an interview with you, sir, so hoping to receive a reply in person, I beg to remain, “Respectfully yours, “DR. J. L. WELCH, “Base Hospital, Rue des Rameaux, Paris.” Wallingsford took out his pen and thought a moment, then replaced it in his pocket. • Turning to the messenger he said: “I will be with you in a moment. Your orders are to direct me to Base Hospital No. 5, Rue des Rameaux, Paris.” An interval of five minutes or more passed before he re¬ turned to begin his journey. It had been drizzling and sleeting intermittently for the past two days, and the going was almost impossible. On the afternoon of the following day they reached their destination. The orderly brought Wallingsford to the head¬ quarters and reported to the commanding doctor. “I am Captain Wallingsford, of Four-hundred-and-eighty- third Royal Highlanders, sir,” the Britisher stated in a way of introduction. “You have, I believe, one of my men in your wards who wishes to see me. I would like to be directed to him, sir.” They passed from the office into a large hall, where on every inch of floor space available stood army cots, beds, shake- downs and any kind of a contraption which might serve as a resting place for a wounded man. Some of the occupants of these cots were merrily talking and laughing, others were silently smoking or writing letters, and still others were groan¬ ing and screaming from the awful agony of their shell-rent and mutilated bodies. Finally they came to a cot at the end of the room where both men came to a silent stand. Beside the bed was a stack of Boche helmets and around each spike-top crown wound a hempen cord. " This is the man, sir,” the doctor said, pointing toward the cot. " Sergeant Tam O’Bain, of the Eighty-eighth Machine Gunners,” and then departed. Tam’s eyes were closed and he seemed peacefully sleeping, but as soon as the doctor had left lie opened them and smiled heartily at the Captain. " Well, damme, boy—I mean Carptain, sir—I’m awfully glad tae see ye, sir,” he burst out in a cheerry voice, making a feeble attempt to salute with a bandaged stub where once had been his hand. " I was a wee bit lonesome in this bloomin’ morgue, an’ I had a langin’ fer tae see ye, sir,” Captain Wallingsford looked down upon his friend with a pitying gaze, and then feigning seriousness, he said: " Tam O’Bain, I would like to know how you came to be found in the German lines by our infantry, sir. I issued no such orders to ou or your company, and you stand in line for a court-martial as soon as your are well.” Tam looked up and smiled again. " Well, sir, I don’ know quite how it came aboot, but ye re¬ member a tellin’ me aboot me brother bein’ killed? Well, when I went back tae me company th’ laddies cared tae know wot wuz wrong, an’ when I told ’em, sir, aboot the laddie brother o’ mine, they—well, we wint out on our own ‘across th’ way.’ ” Wallingsford noted that the Scot was very weak and that with each word his voice was becoming huskier. With a touch of tenderness in his tone he cautioned: " Take your time, Tam, my lad; no hurry now at all. You’ve got all the time in the world.” The Scottie looked out a window a minute, and turning his eyes back again, said with the same careless smile: “No. Carp- tain, I don’ hev much time fer talkin’, sir; it’ll soon be gittin’ dark, and — . Well, as I wuz sayin 4 we wint across th’ way, an’ Sammy th’ bomber, sir, an’ Mickey came with guns, and I led on ahead, sir, a breakin’ trail, ye know. An’ all th’ time before me, sir, I saw me brother’s face, and ivery time I rammed one, sir, I stopped and larfed with glee. I was avengin’ sir, an’ evenin’ up th’ debts. I had lined up behind me this train o’ spike-topped knobs a’ beatin’ fer th’ ’ome’ard ways, whin bing! they got me straight. An’ — I don’ — remember, sir, wot ’appened arfter tliet. ’ ’ He paused and again looked out of the nearby window. His voice was tired and thick and his breath came in shorter gasps. Far in the western sky, beyond the peaceful farms, an afterglow of sunset burned the blue. A few clouds in tints of faint vermillion driftly idly about, and far, far up in the heav¬ ens a group of planes came sailing homeward like so many evening doves returning to their nests. “ ’Tis the wimin from ’ell wot they called us, sir,” he said huskily, “on account of our kilties, ye see. ’Twas worse than a ’ell thet we gave ’em, till they got us mixed up in be¬ tween. An’now - ” He stopped and viewed again the peace¬ ful evening scene, and there, for a moment, beyond the lands of peasantry, he saw another picture, a little Scottish hamlet in a vale of western hills. “An’ now, ef thet be all, I guess I’ll be goin’, sir.” And Tam O’Bain of the Four-hundred-and-eightv-third Royal High¬ landers went to the ’ome’ard way. ®1 ]e (Blit uf Bralptra By MADALYN POST (Third Award.) N THE days when the Supreme Brahma reigned in India instead of his fellow-gods Vishnu and Siva, and beef was consumed as readily as any other constituent of human life, there was perhaps more real virtue among the lower castes. They pre¬ ferred to be clean instead of washing away their sins by inflicting horrible physical punishments upon them¬ selves. The castes were not such strict bonds. The priests sometimes even refused pay for their rituals! But the new age had developed a religious fanaticism. The Brahmas grew long, fat purses, while the agriculturists and slaves had none. Despite this fact, the lower castes were laying away for a day in the future—a day when their earthly cares would be over and their human sufferings at an end. Of the lowest caste, Sudra, was Rudraya. Her daily toil with the other slaves had not broken her spirits nor marred her beauty. Her physical perfection won the heart of Pushtra, of the next higher caste, Ksettri, resulting in a very sad mar¬ riage. The villagers were very indignant at Pushtra, for he had no other wife than this, and she was poorer to them than the dust on which they trod. To Rudraya and Pushtra was born a child, Rajanava. Doomed to be an outcast all his life, he was given poor oppor¬ tunity to live. Rudraya preferred that he should die rather than live a life of humility, as she was doing. Therefore, while yet a small boy, Rajanava was carried to a forest in the valley of Brahmaputra, to live or die as the gods chose. The weeping mother knelt and sent up a prayer, and she knelt she heard the distinct shouting of the multitudes that dragged the Car of Juggernaut to its destination. A vulture which preceded the car came screaming into the forest. It circled above the head of the unfortunate Rudraya and soared up into the heavens. At the thought of its devouring her child she was overcome and fell to the earth insensible. When she was at last aroused by her husband she stooped and kissed Rajanava and turned her back upon the sleeping child. The years passed by, but Rudraya never recovered from the loss of her child. Night and day she prayed that her son might return to her, so that at least they could die together. The yearning in her heart never ceased. As the dull days passed her husband tired of his bargain, for his marriage had made his life miserable. Rudraya lived in hopes. Her life was an eternal fore¬ thought of her future life, her life in heaven with the child she had loved. Her only hope was that they—she and her child— could die together. She trusted that Brahma had saved him and that she could see him once more in his earthly shape. So passed the monotonous time away in prayer and supplication, day after day, year after year. In the quiet village of Sidra the white-haired Rudraya sat motionless, with her black eyes fixed upon the grave of her hus¬ band. There was no prayer, no weeping. The villagers passed her silently and shook their heads. They wondered that she did not weep, but the lonely Rudraya only stared in silence. The sun sank low; the night crept on and blotted out the crimson sun. The stars shone brightly; then the moon rose. Through it all the solitary one kept her vigil. Not a sound is¬ sued from the parched lips, not a tear fell from the glazed eyes. Thus she sat through the next day—all during the parching heat of the merciless sun—and again into the night. Upon the next night the moon rose full and round, and the air was warm and sweet. The eyes of Rudraya, fixed upon the silent grave, moved not. The soft wind rustled her garments. The dead si¬ lence fell like a pall upon the world. When all was calm there broke into the night a weird screech and heavy flapping of wings. A bird of prey circled above Rud¬ raya ’s head, and then, with another hoarse screech, soared up into the heavens and was swallowed by the soft, dull sky. The lonely one arose, and, praying, crossed her hands upon her breast, then fell face forward upon the grave. A scorching day followed. The vultures were now thick in the sky, preceding and hovering about the Car of Juggernaut. Their prey was plentiful. Their approach was a signal to the sinful. Already the fanatics were grovelling in the dust, wait¬ ing for the great car to crush their mortal bodies to atoms and set their souls free to heaven. Among these was Rudraya. Her duty performed, she merely waited. Beside her kneeled an Un¬ known—an outcast like herself. But their hearts were full— what mattered it all now? Their lives of suffering would soon be over and their soults would know no pain. The day dragged on. The Juggernaut progressed slowly, but a sultry gust occasionally brought them the wild shouting that heralded the demon’s approach. When at last the moving temple came within sight and the deafening clamor of the mad multitude arose, toiling as they sang, praying as they pulled, dragging their burden inch by inch, another vulture flew to Rudraya, bowed in the dust, circled above her head and soared up, up in the heavens. Again Rudraya arose and prayed, and again fell upon the earth insensible beside the other outcasts. As the night fell the bodies of the faithful paved the road of Sidra. Side by side lay the white-haired Rudraya and her outcast son, Rajanava. Their souls lay at rest with Brahma. I h,ad sat on a hill o’erlooking a vale, My hands clasped ’round my knees; In my primer I’d read my first fairy tale, I had mastered my ABC’s. In my hand was a pencil, in my lap lay a pad, On the paper stretched a straggly line; A vision I s,aw, a dream I had — ’Twas of a land that I thought to be mine. There were Goblins’ caves where cross witches dwell, There ran rivers the color of gold; There were fairies and sprites for each vale and each dell, And knights of the days of old. There were voices which sang and thunder that rolled, And stood mystery castles of stone; ’Twas a wonderful story my third primer told; And to think that it all was my own! But now it is past ,and the years have slipped by, And I am leaving my boyhood days; Without faltering step I’ll soon have to try The world and its dallying ways. So I thought I’d just try to remember once more When I sat on that hill o’er the vale, And lived as I dreamed in the good days of yore, When I finished my first fairy tale. —Don I. Walker, ’20. ®{£ j torg of ro By LEE WALKER (Fourth Award.) HE GREAT shining orb of the sun hung its last rays over Sonoma Mountain, and the padres at Mission Sonoma welcomed with relief the long twilight and the banks of cool fog that settled silently in from the bay. All the hills were brown and dirty and the air even tasted dusty, and the friars longed for the autumn rains, which would make the verdure grow quickly green. The long piazza was cool now and the day was nearly done, when a man on a jaded horse rode up to the mission gates and was promptly received by the hospitable monks. When he had removed the signs of travel and had dined, he joined the others on the porch and introduced himeslf as Pedro Villa, from the town of Yerba Buena. In that land of little travel news spread slowly, and it w 7 as usually gained by listening to some traveler who recompensed his hosts for his entertainment by telling them all the news. The moon by this time was up and casting its light on the mountains that guarded “The Valley of the Moon.” The monks had had no recent company, and, hungry for news, plied their guest with many questions, which he answered as best he could. This story he told just before retiring, when the moon was high in the heavens and the crickets had ceased to chirrup. It was the story of old Mendez, a story that had made him the laughing stock of California. Old Mendez, unlike his sons, who would lose their last “cen¬ tavo” on a cock fight, was the biggest tightwad in California. He was so tight that he even kept a herd of milk cows and sold milk, and selling milk in those days was looked upon as fit only for Indiars and Gringoes. One day as Mendez was leisurely awakening from his si¬ esta a Yankee skipper was announced to him, who wanted three hundred hides at an early date—in fact, too early to enable Mendez to go inland for his cattle. However, he jumped at the alluring figure, hoping to get the hides by hook or crook,, and ransacked his brain for means of procuring the hides, for his cattle within reach were lacking by twenty. A happy thought struck him. He would resort to the sim- pie trick of annexing some of his neighbor’s cattle that ranged on the hills above the town. But who would do this little job ? He couldn’t, for Senor Mendez had too much dignity to be seen in the wee small hours of the night with some of his neighbor’s hides dangling over the saddle. Again he solved that problem, for in Yerba Buena there lived a happy-go-lucky vaquero who had done several small jobs for Senor Mendez of the same order. Next day Mendez ' summoned the vaquero to his house, and after talking weather and the price of hides for a few minutes, asked the rider if he would like a new silver saddle. “Surely,” he replied, “but how am I to get one without money!” “Well,” said the crafty Mendez, “take your lasso tonight, and, no matter on whose cattle it falls, bring me twenty hides, and a silver saddle will be yours. Do you understand!” “Si, Senor.” And the vaquero rode off whistling . The next night when all was still he rode out on the range and separated twenty cattle, roped, and, with the ease of long practice, bad them killed and skinned before the sky had paled, and was riding to the house of Mendez. All was well and good. Mendez, true to his promise, gave the vaquero his saddle with silver trimmings and l ' eceived the hides, which were then placed in the storeroom. That morning Mendez’s cows did not come home. His rid¬ ers failed to locate them, until, driven to desperation, Mendez looked high and low. Still no cows could be found. When evening arrived and the missing cows did not show up a flood of light dawned upon Mendez, and he rushed from the house to find the vaquero. He found him in front of the store, showing his new saddle to several envious ones, and rushed at him in a towering rage. “Where are my cows?” de¬ manded the old Don. A rather shame-faced grin came upon the face of the rider as he replied: “Their hides are in the storeroom, Senor Mendez.” It didn’t seem as if Mendez could get madder, but somehow he managed to do so. He raved, ranted and raged and poured blasphemies upon the rider’s head. The little group had soon grown to a crowd, they, soon learning of the fate of the Don’s cows, roared in laughter at the joke. At length, unable to stand the laughter, Mendez ' turned and stalked homeward with all the dignity lie could summon. He had gone but a short way when the vaquero rode by, his silver saddle gleaming in the sun. The old Don could not fore¬ bear shaking his fist at him, and, seeing this, the vaquero turned and said: “But, Senor, did you not say no matter whose cattle the lasso fell on?” And with a hearty laugh he rode swiftly on. “That is the story, my friends, of old Mendez, the tightest man in California.” There was silence for a few minutes after Don Pedro had finished his story. The fog had enveloped everything in sight, and the moon shone through, piercing the haze only in spots. Then, as if suddenly recalled from the dream of Mendez, the little group arose, and, with murmured “buenas noches,” went to their beds, the traveler to his well-earned rest, the monks to dream of future conquests of heathen, little dreaming that within half a decade a new race would conquer this fair land, leaving their conquests and civilization only a memory of the past. 3ln garths of JUar Somewhere the night wind calls, Somewhere a comrade falls Deep in the reeking walls Of trenches—yonder. Somewhere fond prayers arise; Welling mother eyes; Tears melt with longing sighs From hearts that wander. Somewhere a nation’s guide, Pilot on wild seas wide, Peers from the calmer tide Through loud waves gleaming. Somewhere a kindly shrine With brother-light divine Shall soothe the broken line Victorious streaming. Rise, then, thou land of gold, Laden with might they hold, Forget greed’s gain untold; Love’s call is grander! —Laurence E. Dayton, ’ 18 . Pinto Come on, Pinto, let’s be driftin’; The clouds are a-gatherin’ and th’ wind’s a-shiftin’; Soon it’ll be gettin’ pow’ful cold, And, Pinto, we’re both a-gettin’ old. You ain’t th’ top-hoss nag You uster be, For Time’s got your brandin’ tag, The same as me; An’ th’ years have passed us by— My back’s a-crook; No use, we can’t deny The’ ol’-time book. You’re nothin’ more than a trail-worn nag An’ so darned skinny your back’s a-sag; But don’t worry, we’ll soon go ride Fer the Big Range Boss on the Great Divide. We’d better move a bit; You’re stiff, I know, But then we’d better git, Cause thar’II be snow— Then goin’ ’ll be awful bad; An’ if we stay, ’Fore long we’ll wish we had— Let’s drift away. But soon upon that cheerless trail, The sad winds all amoan, A horseman and a pinto, with old and tattered hide, Sped fast upon the seething gale To the land of the Great Unknown, To ride there for the Range Boss upon the Great Divide. —Don Walker, ’20. ®rabuates W. Alfred Stillings Ruth Churchman Phair Eleanor S. Stillings Wilma K. Overholtzer Elsie Mildred Moore Gretchen Evelyn Tabor Mildred Ethlyn Tabor Lulu V. Wightman Roland S. Carrothers George Herbert Johnson Clarence J. MacKenzie Laurence E. Dayton Philip Lyle Mobley Harvey H. Chinnock Earl V. Erickson S. Albert Martin Eleanor Florence Jewell Dorothy L. Tully Helen Hunt Morford Ella Ruth Harbine Edith B. Ramsey Elizabeth A. McMullen Califern Powell Lee F. Walker Harry J. Borba Fred L. Anderson Lorin Alvin Cranson Genevieve C. Lowary T. Jerome Ames Louis M. Purser Senior Class Flower — Red Rose Senior Class Colors—Red and Green Senior Class Motto—“Sail On, nor Fear to Breast the Sea.” —Longfellow. MMH Elizabeth McMullen Louis Purser Fred Anderson George Johnson Mildred Tabor Elsie Moore Edith Ramsey Lee Walker Gretchen Tabor Jerome Ames Clarence MacKenzie Eleanor Stillings Helen Morford Loren Cranson Dorothy Tully Lulu Wightman Albert Martin Ruth Churchman Phair Harvey Chinnock Lyle Mobley Genevieve Lowary Earl Erickson Wilma Overholtzer (Klass ttstag Once again we come to the end of a school year and an¬ other commencement. For many years we have watched the annual commencements, seen classes of young people leave school, and it has meant practically nothing to us. But this year everything is different, for we ourselves are the ones who are leaving, the graduating class of 1918. There are many ways in which a class may enter into school activities and make history for itself. During our brief sojourn here we have entered all branches of school life, and have, we believe, made a creditable record for ourselves in all of the various activities. In a few years from now, as we look back over our high school days, one of the things we shall think of will be our scholarship, and we shall be proud to remember that members of our class made among the best records that Analy can show. We shall remember the part we took in basketball, baseball and track, and be glad we had men like Walker, Ames, Ander¬ son and Carrothers to represent us on the field. Especially in basketball has our class taken a leading part. “Hoot” Walker, “Fritz” Anderson and Roland Oarrothers have made themselves famous all over the section for their fast, clean play and good sportsmanship. In girls’ basketball we were ably represented by Ruth Churchman Phair, Edith Ram¬ sey, Eleanor Jewell and Elizabeth McMullen. In all other activities we have done our share. Two times we have furnished Azalea editors; membe rs of our class have been student body presidents and held many other offices. At the last Shakespearean play.three members of our class took leading parts. Especially good was Lawrence Dayton as Shy- lock. Ruth Phair gave a charming portrayal of Portia. Our school life began with Mr. Williamson as our class ad¬ visor and Alfred Stillings our first president. During this year came our reception, both in boys’ baptism at the watering trough and in tripping the light fantastic at Lincoln Hall. Our first stunt was given this year with a marriage ceremony, with Floyd Arnett and his dainty little bride as the chief characters. Our second year, when it came time for class stunts, we pre¬ sented “OH King Kole” and his followers. Wishing to do something different in our senior year, we gave a stunt by ourselves, under the able management of Dorothy Tully and Lawrence Dayton. From the dignified Mrs Jiggs down to the laughable “belated bridegroom” the whole performance was voted a success. Now we have come to the parting of the ways and are ready +o say good-bye to Analy forever. We regret that there are not more of us letf out of a class of seventy who entered in 1914 to wish you, our school mates and friends, a last good-bye. we who are to graduate, however, wish to tell you that we shall always remember you, our friends, with love and affection. And we hope that you will remember us, forget the mistakes we have made, and think only of the good we have tried to ac¬ complish. Lastly, we wish to express our thanks to all our instructors who have labored with us these four years and made possible our being here tonight. Especially to Miss Morrison, our able class advisor for three years, do we give our thanks for working for us and helping us as she has for these years of our school life. —ElsieMoore. Revised Maxims. A bird on the plate is worth two on the platter. Only the young die good. A stitch in time saves exposure. Time waits for no woman. First Freshman—I’ve got an uncle with a wooden leg. Second Freshman—Th,at’s nothing; my sister’s got a cedar chest.—Ex. Mr. Schnabel—What are two ways of seed germination? Bright pupil—Smelling and tasting. Marjorie S. (pressing out costume for operetta)—Gee, I’m working in a French laundry! Miss Blum—It looks like a Chinese laundry to me. Conversation Between “Waddy” and “Spud.” Spud—What are you going to wear to the Mardi Gras ball ? Wad—I’m just going to sling on a banana peel and come. Whgt are you going in? Spud—In a hack. EE MS ON THE THE ' QutfffiEi SocttTy WoHpe -PHYSICAL ,- .;-• vy ‘T0TTU?E JV. JL % grant Boys in the Service of Uncle Sam Prof. C. E. Van Deventer Louis Borba Allan Buell Mars Berton John Bertoli A drey Bertoli Henry Bill Earl Braga Eugene Carrillo Grant DuBois Clifford Dysle Harry Puller Walter Foster Floyd Gardner Walter Hales Ward Howard Grover Hunt AVilson Hall Bert Henning Ray Hastings Ernest Hansen Charles Harrison Felix Hawes Harry Jack Rupert Jack Alfred Leland Thomas McDonald Harold Morrison Robert Miller Charles Newell Hilmer Oehlman A r ernon O’Brien Fred Paulson Carter Phair Thomas Rauch Kenneth Ross Arthur Sweetnam Gordon Cummins Lawrence Smith Moore Sweetnam Logan Smith Vincent Speer Raymond Starrett Bright Street Theo. Thomas Sydney White Charles Wiggins Ralph Wiggins Joe Williamson Roy AVilli,amson Ray Wilson George Dee Winter Carl Woolsey Warren Woolsey Jesse Winkler Lloyd AVoolsey Ben Woodworth Herbert Wightman —Helen Morford, Ella Harbine By LEE “HOOT” WALKER, Azalea Staff Correspondent A couple of weeks ago the editor of the Azalea sent me out on the interesting though colossal assignment of interviewing the different members of the class of ’18. It has taken prac¬ tically every moment of the time assigned me, but I feel fairly successful in having managed to obtain from all the class at least a few moments ’ conversation and many interesting side¬ lights on their activities and opinions. Providing myself with a dictionary and notebook I sallied out in search of my fellow-classmates, who were roaming through the halls of learning or bending over their studies. I first approached Fred Anderson. I found Fred in a deep study, and when I asked him what he was trying to figure out he told me that that morning he had found a flea on his houn’ dog, and. that he was trying to find a law in physics to rid the earth of fleas. I inquired why he did not use insect powder, but Fred said he had a Ford on his place and he was afraid the powder might kill the louse. I jotted down somie notes of the interview and went out to hunt Albert Martin. Knowing of his knowledge of the ways and means of caring for babies, I asked his opinion as to whether babies should be fed on a diet during teething time. Albert studied a minute and then said it depended upon the temper and disposition of the child. When I asked if the diet didn’t have something to do with the color of its hair, Albert disagreed, saying that babies don’t usually have any hair and that they have to use “Hyki” to make it grow. While I con¬ sulted my dictionary on this point Genevieve Lowary appeared and inquired the cause of the disturbance. When we told her, she, tossing her curls, s,aid she knew nothing about that. So, leaving the baby question, 1 asked her why her curls were so lustrous and beautiful, and if she would not give her secret to the world. Genevieve was very willing and gave me the fol¬ lowing recipe: One-fourth ounce castor oil, two cucumbers beaten to a pulp, the white of one egg, one quart of bay rum and a dash of hydrogen sulphide,,all to be boiled for three hours and applied before retiring and upon rising. It was this recipe, Genevieve informed me, that had made her curls rival Mary Pickf ord’s. I found it almost impossible to obtain a scant five-minute talk with Alfred Stillings. He w,as running from one commit¬ tee to another, snatching a moment between times to give di¬ rections to various Seniors as to where to hang the Senior pic¬ tures, and what would be the most advantageous location for a new and authentic bust of Shakespe,are the class was pre¬ senting the school. And really the interview was rather un¬ satisfactory on account of its being broken into so often. “Yes,” said Alfred, “I am in favor of abolishing the speed laws. No (to Fred Anderson, who spoke a few hurried and plgasing words to him), decidedly not! Your houn’ pup can’t sit on the platform Commencement Night. I don’t think it looks dignified. As I was saying (this to me). I think the speed laws are too severe. No, Mack, we are not going to serve sandwiches at the Baccalaureate sermon—Yes, girls, I’m com¬ ing now. Excuse me, I must attend a committee meeting to decide whether the girls’ graduation dresses shall be eight or nine inches from the floor.” Edith Ramsey was easier to find, but harder to make talk. She was busily knitting, and when I spoke to her she only said: “Knit 2, purl 2, 92, 93, 94—Oh, I dropped a stitch!” Thinking I might win her over by my thoughtfulness and courtesy to be more talkative, I got down on my hands and knees and looked for the stitch, but w T as unable to find it in time. When I re¬ peated my question, Edith only shook her head and said: “Nobody home—95, 96, 97.” Harvey Chinnoek I saw out on the campus, bending over his motorcycle, so I ran down, all prepared for a talk with him. But all I could get from Harvey was absolutely unprint¬ able, with something mixed in about a carburetor. Unable to stand the blue atmosphere, I left for a milder one, and found So Long Qarrothers on the Freshman side of the study hall. Drawing him away from his companions, I asked him for his idea of voice culture in schools. Letty thoughtfully told me that, even though his voice was naturally like Caruso’s, it had been developed immensely by the training he had received while in the Choral Society, and tli,at he believed all Ameri¬ can citizens should take up singing and study opera. As Louis Purser was standing by, I asked his opinion of the study of opera, thinking it might be interesting to compare his ideas with Roland’s. But Fat was so antagonistic, to avoid too heated a discussion, I asked him, on his reputation as a Biblical and historical student, if Solomon had forty or five hundred wives. Fat said th,at, after a long period of study, he had arrived at the conclusion that Solomon had but one, because one is bad enough, and with forty he would have gone crazy long before he had lived six hundred years. Over in a corner of the room I saw Ruth Pliair and Wilma Overholtzer reading the “Manual of Arms.” Funny how the girls are interested in Uncle Sam! I stuck around, hoping to get some dope, but the conversation soon drifted to housekeep¬ ing, and, as this wasn’t in my line, I vamoosed. When I asked Lawrence Dayton for a few minutes, he said “Gladly,” but when I ,asked him to express his ideas in prose, Shakespeare gently but firmly refused. “A sonnet, yes,” he said, “or something original in the way of a rondeau; but prose—well, really, I must ask you to excuse me. I find myself so hampered when I have to use ordinary language.” And as I left I heard him softly chanting something about hawthorne buds. Loren Cranson was one person I knew could be found, and I found him seated at the piano, picking out the strains of “Peeping Through the Knothole in Papa’s Wooden Leg.” While thus engaged, Loren talked of the compositions that he has given to the world. He was quite modest when I suggested that the school strike a bust of him, to put next to George Wash¬ ington in the study hall. But he suggested that we put the statue next to Shakespeare, because he and the immortal bard were more akin in natures, as they both made harmony. Leav- ing Loren to his playing, I was pursued by the sound of 4 ‘Don’t Light the Lamp, Mother, Pa’s All Lit Up.” Fern Powell I next sought, and I found her in a seques¬ tered nook overhung by trailing vines that formed a verdant bower. Before I could address her she raised her head and: ‘Oh, Girlie! Look what I am reading!” Naturally I looked too, ,and found it to be “The Life of a Barnacle.” Fern and I had quite a talk about the quaint little animal. She was very enthusiastic, and, judging from her interest and application, should make quite a biologist. Helen Morford was near by, but I w ( as hardly able to get an interview with her, as she was so engrossed with the work of bringing in her young disciples. When I asked her if she liked to work for the benefit of the heaven, she answered that she did, and had given up all thought of dancing and such frivolous pleasures, giving her whole time to the rescuing of souls. Just then I heard Jerry (or rather Jerome) unwinding his clam horn somewhere on the campus, preparing for the summer season, and, leaving Helen to her work, I found him, and asked him why the ocean was so near the shore. Jerome said that this unusual phenomenon was due to the clams having to take their morning dip. M,ack came near, and while Jerry was figuring, M,ack informed me that, after a great deal of thought and fasting, he had arrived at the conclusion that hunger soothes the soul. Mack used words of great length, and I was unable to put them down, but there is no doubt that Mack’s spiritual nature w,as never destined for “the rank vapors of this sin-worn mould.” I approached Gretchen—or it might have been Mildred— and asked her if she would grant me a few minutes. She asked me to wait a few minutes until Mildred—or it might have been Grtchen—came, as she didn’t like to express her opinion without discussing it with Mildred—or Gretchen. Then we had a very pleasant little talk, with nothing unpleasant said on either side. But I am sorry to say that, for some reason, [ be¬ came slightly confused, and, in fact, can’t recall anything that was said. My interview with George was on the question, “Why does a chicken cross the road?” Now George could see no reason why the chicken couldn’t if it wanted to. When I suggested that maybe it wanted to cross, George disagreed with me, and even went to the dictionary for facts to refute me. But Web¬ ster refused to help us, and George w,as still talking when Elea¬ nor Stillings came along. When we asked Eleanor “Why does a chicken cross the road?” she said immediately, “To get on the other side.” This revelation of such deep wisdom caused me to desert George and seek improving conversation with Eleanor. Then Eleanor said she was going to tell me some¬ thing she wouldn’t tell to a human being, but this naturally hurt my feelings and I took my leave, asking her if she thought T was an orang-outang or a goat. To soothe my ruffled feelings I sought the placid serenity of Elizabeth McMullen for a talk on “Philosophy of Art,” but was greeted with a burst of war talk. I hgard that the Italians had run out of macaroni and that the Austrians were in Greece; that France called Germany Hun and got in Dutch; so that France had called in Tommy and Sammy to help with the row. Completing this entry in my book, I went to see Lulu ightman. I asked Lulu what she thought of Turkish inter¬ vention in Madagascar, hut Lulu refused to talk for publica¬ tion. She said, however, that she is preparing a volume of reminiscences of her last trip to Madagascar, and that some of her remarks on the customs of the Madagasconians may pos¬ sibly cast light upon this subject. Elsie Moore was unoccupied, so I asked her about Cleo¬ patra’s Needle, which is in New York. Elsie looked rather sur¬ prised when I mentioned Cleopatra’s name, and told me in pos¬ itive tones that, from what she had read of Cleopatra, she had never heard of her using a needle. I was somewhat disap¬ pointed, but went in search of Lyle Mobley, who described to me the proper way of proposing to a young lady. He sug¬ gested beginning with ,a few lines of romantic song or an ap¬ propriate quotation. He said he has had great success when using “Believe Me If All Those Enduring Young Charms.” “Follow this up,” said Lyle, “with a word or two as to her hair and eyes and a reference to her great intellect (this latter especially if she is not very bright). Tim ask her to be your bride; register joy by kissing her if she accepts, and if she re¬ fuses you, weep if you can, and leave, vowing to pass your life as a hermit. Lyle spoke with such authority I was indeed grateful for the interview. Ella Harbine was next on the list, and I had quite a chat with her about the extraction of beetle juice for noodles. It f is this snappy little sauce that makes the noodles slide easier, and Ella is justly proud of her accomplishment in preparing it. She wished to state that she has several bottles on sale at the sum of 50 cents each, the proceeds to go to the Red Cross. Dorothy Tully said she had plenty to say on any subject, but thought it might possibly be more politic for her to say nothing. Dot realizes that she has a tendency toward becoming over-energetic when she expresses her ide ( as, and felt it would be better for her to curb her language. Earl Erickson was rather uncommunicative too. Earl says that he has found that he must give up either his singing or his talking, as he can ' t stand the strain of both. So, after due consideration, he decided to give up talking, thinking that in this way he may be depriving the world of less. But I had a very profitable few minutes with Eleanor Jewell. Eleanor laments the decay of manner in the younger generation and finds in them a marked lack of respect toward their elders. “Things were different, " she said with a sigh, “in the good old days when we were young. The Freshmen recognized their superiors and behaved with decorum in their presence. Now they seem to see no real difference between themselves and us. End even when one sets them the example of quiet dignity they ignore it. " And as Eleanor burst into tears I left. On my return from my interviews I had great difficulty in locating Harry, to hand in the dope I had obtained. Everyone I asked said: “I saw him just a minute ago with a bunch of manuscript, " or else, “He just started to the printer ' s, " or “He ' s out being photographed for the Azalea. " At l,ast, how¬ ever, 1 ran him to earth. Harry was standing out on the lawn in front of our long-suffering palm tree, being photographed for the Hearst syndicate. When I brought him the wad of MS. and started to ask him wh,at he thought of the present social conditions in our Chinese quarter, he waved me away and shouted to a boy, “Shoot those cuts down to the Sebastopol Flyer! Jump! And rush this bunch of dope over the wire to the Associated Press, Milpitas. Get out; I ' m busy. " So the world will never know what Harry thinks of social conditions among the Celestials. Basketball This memorable year in Analy’s history is one of deeds. On Analy’s walls there hang many pennants, but none seem to have the meaning of the ones plaeed there this year. This meaning all must know, for are we not champions of our C. I. F. divisional league? Never has an Analy quintet held this position before. Many summers ago a team from Analy pushed their way through the schools to the top of the S. N. S. League. Later they were stamped out by Santa Rosa and Lakeport in the old A. A. L, from which the C. 1. F. League sprang. But the season just past we garnered both pennants into our possession through the victories over Lakeport and St. Helena. Starting practice early in October, we trained hard and faithfully, under the coaching of Mr. Van Deventer, to whom we mast give great credit for our success, for his one desire was to bring home the bacon. His interest and time were ours for months, and I think ,all of us must appreciate what he has done. Those who played on this year’s team were Barlow, Walker, Carrothers, Anderson, Purser and Burns. Twenty-one games were played in all, eight of these games being pl,ayed with teams from the bay region. We were horned in most of them, but succeeded in getting some fine practice. The S. N. S. championship w T as attained in two games, one with Santa Rosa and the other with St. Helena. Both were easily won. The St. Helena team put up a good scrap, but were much lighter than our team. The C. I. F. championship was not so easy to get. We waded through Petaluma, Healdsburg, Tamalpais and Lake- port. Petaluma and Healdsburg were passed without much spilled energy; Tamalpais w,as a slight bit more difficult than either of the other two, but we won 20 to 22, and awaited the coming of Lakeport for the deciding battle. Lakeport came with Fort Brag’s and Ukiah’s scalps dangling from their belts, having horned Fort Brag 73 to 20,and Ukiah 27 to 17. Before one of the largest crowds that witnessed our games we romped away with the big end of the score—35 to 30—after forty minutes of going to a tie and five minutes to decide the winner. Later we went to Fremont High and were defeated badlv — 53 to 16. Following is the list of games: 1. Analy 32, Town Team 28. 2. An,aly 35, Vallejo 29. 3. Analy 48, St. Helena 23. 4. Cathedrals 59, Analy 23. 5. Analy 48, Santa Rosa 25. 6. Apaly 46, St. Helena 38. 7. Cogswell 23, Analy 13. 8. Healdsburg 23, Analy 19. 9. An,aly 34, Commerce 18. 10. Analy 42, Santa Rosa 25. 11. S. R. Baptists 33, Analy 29. 12. Analy 45, St. Helena 26. 13. Cogswell 30, Analy 23. 14. Analy 33, Petaluma 23. 15. Olympics 145’s 69, Analy 29. 16. S. F. Boys’ Club 37, Analy 25. 17. Analy 37, Healdsburg 14. 18. Analy 30, T.amalpais 22. 19. Olympics 145’s 31, Analy 16. 20. Analy 35, Lakeport 30. 21. Fremont 53, Analy 16. basketball 130-lb. ‘©earn A 130-pound team was formed this year from the Midgets of last year and some new recruits th,at entered school in the fall term. Practicing steadily along with the unlimited team they gave some pretty accountings of themselves. Their first game was with the Santp Rosa 130-pound team, in which they were defeated 37 to 20. From that game on they won. Those who played were: Arnett, MacKenzie, D. Carroth- ers, forwards; Scott, center; Raulet, Thomas, guards. Following are the games in which they played: Gold Ridge 22, High 32; Tomales High 17, High 24; Gold Ridge 13, High 32; Petaluma 130-pound 31, High 19; Gold Ridge 28, High 42; Santa Rosa 18, High 38; U. M. I. 130-pound 28, High 23; Petaluma 16, High 17. Boys’ Baseball Team Top—Barr, Purser, Borba, Edgerton Bottom—Cranson, Walker, Anderson, Winkler 0§trls’ basketball The girls were quite as successful as the boys this year, for they too brought home the bacon in the form of a pennant of the Northern Division of the C. I. F. Through the forfeit of Sant,a Rosa and the victory over Healdsburg, together with the forfeits of Petaluma and San Rafael, the pennant was obtained. This year’s team was composed of R. Phair, E. Jewell, E. Ramsey, forwards; E. Hawes, touch; M. Shelter, E. Mills, side centers; H. Churchman, L. Marshall, W. Overholtzer, guards. (Eermts In tennis, as well as in basketball, Analy galloped off a winner. Represented by Fred Anderson and Floyd Arnett, we cleaned up Petaluma and lpter crushed Tamalpais’ hopes at San Rafael for the league championship. In this game Ander¬ son won his singles from Leonard, while Arnett lost to Murphy. In the doubles we won, and the game went with it. Tamalpais was defeated in both singles, no doubles having to be played. But during the winter months we lost Arnett, and Fred was forced to find himself a partner, which he did in Orchard. At Napa, on Saturday, April 23, in the C. I. F. League games, Analy defeated Napa in one singles and doubles and lost a singles. But two weeks later we were defeated at San Rafael by losing a single and doubles, this being our last C. r. F. game. JfaU (jjntck Sqarcely had the newness of the first few weeks of school in the fall worn itself down to a smooth running point when there were seen several athletes in the blue and white out in the autumn heat of the glorious afternoon sun, warming up to their first practice of the season like a bunch of colts. One week before school started a meeting of the C. I. F. was held in the Santa Rosg High School, attended from Analy by Mr. V,an Deventer and Leo Burns (Athletic Del). It was decided then and there to hold the fall track meet at Ukiah. It h,ad been four long-short years since a meet had taken place in the Mendocino county capital, and all young and old were looking forward with great pleasure to this big trip of the season. But, alas! the railroad refused to grant reason¬ able r,ates. But reasonable rates I mean the ones which they gave us before and ones that would satisfy the High School student’s pocketbook. So the meet was called off, though all this time we had been training, with hopes of Merediths and Murrays. Our hopes vanished, but were raised slightly by Santa Rosa’s invitation to come to Santa Rosa on October 21 in a five-school meet, held under the rules and regulations of the C. I. F. Ukiah, Healdsburg, Petaluma, Analv and Santa Rosa took part. It was a fine afternoon, and, though few were present, that didn’t stop the rivalry of the meet. Ukiah carried off first-place honors with points, Santa Rosa second with points, and Analy third with 29 points. Individual points by Analy’s colts are as follows: 1. Barlow — Low hurdles High hurdles Broad jump 2. Burns — Low hurdles High jump .... 3. Ames — 440 yards . 4. Heintz — Mile . Half mile . 5. Harbine — Mile . Pole v,ault . 6. Edgerton — Pole vault . Points. 3 3 5 5 1 5 3 2 1 v ' 2 PI,ace. 2 2 1 1 4 1 2 3 4 4 (tie.) 4 (tie.) 29 spring (Hrack This year’s track so far is quite as successful as last year’s, maybe more so. In the S. N. S. League, Saturday, May 4, ,at St. Helena, Analy took second place far more easily than Vallejo took first—for Vallejo won by a scant margin of three points. Eleven athletes were t ( aken across the divide into Napa county, and nine of these took places. Following were the ath¬ letes: Ames, Anderson, Barlow, Burns, Heintz, Meyer, Mob¬ ley, Martin, Winkler, Farrell and Edgerton. Points scored were as follows: Ames—Second in 440. Anderson—Third in discus, third in javelin. Barlow—Second in 220 low hurdles, second in 120 high hurdles, second in broad jump. Burns—First in high jump, fourth in broad jump. Heintz 1 —First in one mile, third in 880. Meyers—Second in 880, fourth in 440. Mobley—First in 440, fourth in high jump. Martin—Third in 100. Winkler—Third in 120 high hurdles. One of the big surprises of Analy’s point-getters w,as Fred Anderson, when he scored points in both the discus and javelin. Martin, too, pulled a big surprise when he yanked third out of the 100. Following is a list of schools who competed and their points: Vallejo, 48; Analy, 45; St. Helena, 18; Santa Rosa, 16. Due to the late season of basketball, baseball was not a prominent sport until late in April, when we played our first practice game with Petaluma and came off on the long end of the score of 8 to 3. Harry Barr pitched a wonderful game for Analy, holding the Petaluma squad to two scattered hits until the ninth in¬ ning, when our opponents scored three runs on errors with one hit. AH of the team were in fairly good training for this game, having practiced consistently for several weeks. Our second game w ( as with Santa Rosa, who horned us to a 7-to-6 score. Cranson, our first-baseman, pitched this game and did fairly well, but lacked support, through the ab¬ sence of some of the team, while substitutes were filling in. The third contest was with Sonoma, in the first C. 1. F. League game. Sonoma hgd a one-man team in Prestwood, their twirler, who held the Analy sluggers helpless, the final score being 5 to 0. Barr again pitched a good game, but ragged fielding and lack of hits beat him. Following is the year’s team: Barr, pitcher; Burns, catcher; Cranson, first-base; Purser, second-base; Edgerton, third-base; Anderson, shortstop; Winkler, left field; Walker, center field; Malm, right field; Toffermier, Borba, Baker, sub¬ stitutes. Mrs. Pulcifer (in Algebra I)—-Orlo, what do we call the examples we have for today? (meaning quadratic trinomials.) Or] o—Exercises. Some Misunderstanding Somewhere. Miss Morrison (at Senior rehearsal) — Why not put Je¬ rome Ames in? Dorothy T. — Oh, lie’s too stiff; and besides I don’t want him to take me home more than once a week. Let Roland do it. Rol,and — What? Take you home? Mr. Raphael—Jean, the next time you come into the study hall, put on your muffler. Jean S.—This is outside of town. You don’t have to. Mr. Van—Do you think there will be arithmetic papers to correct in Heaven? Miss Gregory—No. I’m sure there won’t. Such weighty things can not go that high. Miss Robinson—Wliat should we do to get rid of a cold, Dorothy? Dot—Oh. just let it alone, and you’ll get well if you live long enough. Mr. Raphael (when the picture of three Scandinavian Kings was thrown on the screen)—Add one more King and you’d have a full house. Track Team. Left to Eight—Harbine, Mobley, Ames, Carrotliers, Winkler, Heintz, Martin, Barlow. Sitting—Edgerton, Thomas. Boys’ Basketball Teams Left to Right—W,alker, Buletti, Thomas, Barlow, Carrothers, Scott, Purser, MacKenzie, Anderson Lawrence Dayton Ruth Phair Fred Anderson THE STAFF Harry Borba Louis Purser Roland Carrothers Harry Barr Leo Burns Madalyn Post Fern Powell Ray Wadsworth Eleanor Jewell HARRY BORBA LOUIS PURSER MADALYN POST - LEO BURNS - ROLAND CARROTHERS FERN POWELL ELINOR JEWELL - RUTH PH AIR - HARRY BARR - LAURENCE DAYTON - RAY WADSWORTH - FRED ANDERSON - - Editor-in-Chief -Associate Editoi Art Editoi Athletic Editoi - Josh Editoi ■... Dramatic Editoi Society Editor - Exchange Editor Alumni Editor - Manager Assistant Manager Assistant Manager THE STAFF. HE EIGHTH issue of the Azalea is in your hands, the hands of the public, for your approval. It comes to you this year with a new face and new contents. It has been the aim of the staff to make this year’s Azalea the greatest and the most in¬ teresting in the history of the High School’s publi¬ cations. This is the aim of every editor, to edit an annual that will stand as a landmark in the annals of high school publications, and we do not differ an iota from the rank and file of editors that have preceded us or who may follow us. We feel that this may be the last issue of the Azalea until the war is over and the world has been made safe for democracy. This is not a prophecy, but we base our belief on the experience gained in “getting out’’ this year’s Azalea in a community T dTV that feels the pressure of war and is beset by the current of war benefits, rallies ( and aids, campaigns and drives. There¬ fore, we have tried to make this book the best, a grand finale, as it were, to the seven fine annuals that have gone before. This policy has made necessary the junking of those time¬ worn favorites, the “Class Prophecy” ,and “Class Will.” In their place we have a department of ‘ 4 Advice” and a series of ”Interviews,” which we hope you will find newsy and snappy. The other departments you will recognize from other years, but these too are somewhat changed, as the editors of these departments differ from those of other ye,ars. Especially in the Art Department will you find this true. We have tried to give you something new and varied in the line of Art. We have tried to make our annual different, but not different to the degree that you will not recognize it. Hoping that you will like it—for it has been our aim to please—we commend it again to your scrutiny and await your commendation. As the official organ of Analy Union High School, we feel, if possible, a deeper interest in the welfare of the school than others who have not gone through the trying experiences we have in publishing this book. As the official publication, we hold that we have ,a right to criticise and commend the activ¬ ities and functions of our little community as practiced today and with regard to the future. Therefore, we take our editorial pen in hand to avail ourselves of this right. Analy High is to be commended on the great part it has played in all of the war activities. The school has taken part in every drive, rally and campaign contingent to the carrying- on of a great war. Our four-minute men have acted as Gov¬ ernment heralds in the liberty Loan campaigns and the Thrift Stamp qampaign, and the earnest workers who have followed have done a superbit. And we know that the good work will not stop here, but will continue as long as the war lasts. On the other hand, we find a lamentable decay in school activities, the greatest of which is the slow disintegration of the Student Body. This organization, which in past years has ever been the center of school life, is slowly slipping into a state of lassitude. We long again for the olden days when the athletic delegate reported every track meet, ball game and league meeting to the assembled students in a way that stirred them; when the treasurer reminded you that your dues were overdue and bulletined the study hall to remind the slightly deaf and those hard of hearing; when everyone who had some¬ thing to say said it in a way that encouraged others to say and suggest. In those days the school boasted several clubs and societies, including a glee club, a debating society, a dramatic club, and the classes in foreign languages all were organized. All of these made for greater amicability between the students and better understanding with the Faculty. They helped to lighten the work and relieve the monotony of study. What a help they would be in this day of trial and trouble! How these clubs and societies working as organized units would aid to greater efficiency in the war work we find ourselves engaged in now. Here, then, is a hope that the Student Body will again re¬ sume the position of power it formerly held, and that the stu¬ dents of Analy High will again organize in groups according to their studies and their abilities, in order to resurrect the old felicity ,and get-together feeling. On behalf of the manager and myself I desire to thank everyone who has in any way aided us in managing and editing this year’s Azalea. We feel ourselves deeply grateful to the staff, who have worked unceasingly to the interests of a greater annual; to the teachers of the English department, who have burnished our feeble efforts at grammar and rhetoric and made them presentable; to the Faculty, who aided in our “Azalea benefit;” to the school at large, who also aided, and to the Sebastopol Times, the aid of whose editorial and mechanical forces has been invaluable to us; to the merchants, who gave advertising freely and made it possible to publish the Azalea. To all others who have helped we are thankful. —The Editor. 5}olu lUc lUiilt ffiur Oi)yutnastum 1 am told when writing an article to refer it back to the Greeks if possible. So in order not to break any rules of the Ethics of Essay, I will inform you that in the early days of the Greek Empire the gymnasiums were a big part of the educa tional system. The gymnasiums afforded an institution where clean manly sport could take place, and the liking for such social life grew to a passion among the Greeks. They became so important th,at a winner of some sport, although he received no prize, gained the honor and respect of his fellowmen. The winner of some of the most important sports was held as a hero or almost a demigod. So we are not a great deal different from the Greeks in our high estimation of a gymnasium and the sports practiced therein. But while the Greek gymnasium was built and supported by public taxes, unfortunately this was not so in our case. For seven years the pupils of Analy wished and begged for a gym¬ nasium. After longing for so many years a plan by which we could get a building w,as suggested. The suggestion was re- portetd before the assembled student body and discussed in their presence by the class presidents. It was put to a vote and unanimously agreed upon. The plan was this: We already had some money in the treasury. This and ten cents per month from each student, along with money realized by entertainments, etc., was to go in payment for the lumber and necessary material. The building was paid for by the plan mentioned above and with contributions donated by many of the citizens of the town, without whose help the gymnasium could not have been constructed this year, and perhaps not for several years to come. Lumber was purchased from the Hess Lumber Company. Here we must gratefully acknowledge our obligation to Mr. Hess, who agreed to allow us a long period in which to pay for the material purchased. The expenses were great, but we have now almost entirely eliminated them. The expenses were as follows: Lumber . $ 842.00 Hardware . 48.00 Piano . 120.00 Canvas . 35.00 Wiring and lights . 30.00 Total . $1,075.00 The construction was under the supervision of Mr. Ames, our Manual Training teacher, who, with the help of his classes and many other students, put up the building in six weeks and Ihree days. In our new gym we held many basketball games, and it was due to this court that we were able to become champions of the S. N. S. and of the northern section of the C. I. F. We have also held many enjoyable dances and parties in the building. The success of these were due to. the constant efforts of Miss Gregory. Now that physical training is a state requirement, calis¬ thenics for boys and girls are conducted in this place. Mr. Ra¬ phael has charge of the boys’ training and Miss Robinson of the girls. Mr. Rafael has made great efforts to secure appa¬ ratus for us, and by hard work has succeeded in raising money enough to get mats and a few horizontal bars. Here we, the students of Analv, heartily thank all those who in any way gave us aid by which our hopes were realized in our gym, which we certainly appreciate. Great credit is es¬ pecially due to Mr. Van Deventer, through whose untiring ef¬ forts and financial help our projects were put through. Also, by his help and that of a committee, the board agreed to take over the remaining debt on May 8. —The Associate Editor. to Hiatt il client cr N Tuesday morning, May 14, the students and teach¬ ers of Angly were startled with the news that Mr. Van Deventer had been called and must report the following day at Camp Freemont. Throughout the day there was a constrained feeling in the school, which everyone tried to cover with a smile. At the end of the first period in the afternoon Mr. Van Deventer was surprised by hearing the assembly bells wrung by Mrs. Pulcifer. The students and teachers assembled in the Study Ha ll and a very good entertainment followed, which deserves credit, as it was planned on such short notice. It con¬ sisted of a piano solo by Douglas Toffelmier, a reading by Anna Strider, a vocal solo by Fern Powell; Donald Walker favored us by playing one of his compositions; Ray Wadsworth and Boland Carrothers entertained us with some “further fool¬ ishness;” Harry Borba gave a reading, and the AVoodford trio did their part in making the assembly a success. Alfred Stil¬ lings, the President of the Senior Class, placed on the Service Flag a star in honor of Mr. Van Deventer. Ruth Phair pre¬ sented him with a sweater and wristlets knitted by the mem¬ bers of the Analy Red Cross, and Roland Carrothers, the Pres¬ ident of the Student Body, presented him with a wrist watch, the gift of the students and Faculty. For the conclusion the Spanish classes sang “Adios a Tender.” After assembly, on Mr. Van Deventer’s suggestion, we all went out to the gymnasium to dance, so making it all a happy party instead of a farewell. The good will and feeling that accompanied the assembly and dance were greatly appreciated by Mr. Van Deventer and showed that the whole Student Body wanted to thank him for all he h,as done for us. No one will ever be able to take Mr. Van Deventer’s place in the hearts of Analy students or try harder to make Analy a better school. On October 5, in the Grammar School Auditorium, a re¬ ception was given to the Freshmen. It was a 4 i kid party, ’’ the girls wearing short ruffled dresses and the boys coming at¬ tired in clothes of younger days. The hall was decorated with paper figures of everything from toy soldiers to Teddy bears. The scene was very lively and full of color, turning out to be a great success. At the completion of the gymnasium the Student Body gave a supper and dance in honor of the manual training classes. They had worked long and diligently on the building, but were thoroughly repaid for their hard work by a good time and the feeling that they had helped build the gymnasium. A Thanksgiving dance was given on November 28. The gymnasium was hung with Japanese lanterns and the walls covered with green boughs. The ever-moving evening dresses, colored by the lanterns, made a very pretty picture for those iooking on. On the night of December 22 the walls of the gymnasium were again lighted and decorated with lanterns and greens. This time it was a costume party. Here a Hindu maiden danced with a gay Spanish cavalier, while there an old-fashioned maiden tripped lightly with a bold pirate. Everyone had a good time, with the Christmas holidays to look forward to. The Freshmen gave a return reception on March 8. They were very generous in their entertaining of the upper-classmen and gave them a time they will nver forget. Throughout the year the games of basketball played by the boys’ and girls’ teams have been greatly enjoyed by the school. To show their appreciation, the Student Body gave a dance in their honor on April 5. Besides these, several other dances have been given, which will lend to the memory of many good times. Junior Society The first Senior party was given by the class advisor, Miss Morrison, at the home of Mrs. Tibbets. It was on October 31, and was, as one would imagine, a Hallowe ' en party. The Se¬ niors could scarcely be recognized in their ghostly costumes that stealthily .approached the lantern-lit barn. It was only as the evening sped on and refreshments were served that their identity was discovered. On February 2 the Seniors gave some stunts in Analy ' s study hall and then adjourned to the gymnasium for a dance. Admission was charged, ,and all over expenses went to the class funds. March 15 Albert Martin gave a party to his fellow-class¬ men. The time was spent in games of all kinds, and when the evening was over everyone voted that it was a very enjoyable party. Assemblies During this year we have had many good assemblies. At regular intervals we have had slides on current events, during which Mr. Van Deventer lectured. They have been very in¬ teresting as well as instructive. Some special assemblies were furnished in speeches by Mr. Peixotto, the head of the San Fr,ancisco Columbia Park Band Boys’ Club, Mr. Nadler of the University Extension Division, Dr. Fisher of the National Council of Defense and Lieutenant Garter on Patriotic Rally Day, and Mr. Naylor on Columbus Day. v Rallies have been held at times to keep up the morale of the school. A trial was held this year. It was a very interesting and complicated case concerning the actions of the Forestville and Graton students on the electric cars. The Latin Club has been meeting regularly this ye ar. Its purpose is to promote the interest of the students in the Latin language. Some good times have been enjoyed by its members, including a trip to the coast. Choral Society. IJrincess (iljrysaniljtmtmit On April 12 the Choral Society of Analy staged its third annual operetta, 44 Princess Chrysanthemum.’ ’ Public opinion voted that this was the best operetta the society had ever given, and members of the Choral Society feel they owe their success in this production to the loyal assistance of Miss Northrup, Mrs.Pulcifer and the director, Mr. Maile, of Santa Rosa. Miss Morrison and Miss Blum assisted with the costumes also. The Choral Society has turned all of the proceeds of the operetta over to the gymnasium fund. The decorations and costumes were very effective, and as the curtain rose the st,age seemed alive with fluttering bright kimonoed girls, who, with waving fans and sparkling eyes, bowed the Princess to her place. It is the Princess’ natal day, and she must choose her husband at once. The Prince So-Sli, with fiery, wicked heart, wants the Princess, being jealous of the handsome Prince So-True, whom the Princess favors. So-Sli summons Saucer-Eye, that wicked wizard in the form of a cat, and they kidnap the Princess. The court is in an uproar. Prince So-True seeks his love in the cave of Inky Night, and, by the aid of Fairy Moonbeam, he rescues her. The Emperor, What-For-Whi, in the meantime gnashes his teeth and tears his hair, threatening to behead all of his subjects if the Princess be not found. He captures Saucer-Eyes, So-Sli is betrayed, and as they are about to be executed the Princess and Prince So-True appear, and the Princess, being a forgiving soul, asks her father to spare the two wicked ones. Analy’s comedian, Roland Pan-others, qarried the part of Emperor What-For-Whi, whose aim in life was “clemency” and a simple “chip-chop.” Our soprano, Fern Powell, was the gentle Princess Chrys¬ anthemum. Don Walker appeared as the Prince So-True, successful suitor of the Princess. The part of the treacherous So-Sli was taken by Ray Wads¬ worth, whose murderous glances and wicked deeds horrified everyone, although at the last his sad tears touched the hearts of many. His co-worker, Saucer-Eves, was a 44 bold bad cat,” and when his screeching yowls were heard the audience recog¬ nized Paul Raulet’s gentle voice. The cast was as follows: Princess Chrysanthemum . Fern Powell To-To . Eleanor Jewell Helen Morford um- um . Madaline Post (Maidens of Princess) . Ella Harbine Du-Du .;. Lois Moran Tulip . Nell McDonald Fairy Moonbean . Florence Philbrooks The Emperor What-For-Whi . Roland Carrothers Prince So-True . Don Walker- Prince So-Sli ..... Ray Wadsworth Top-Not . Donald Scott Saucer-Eyes . Paul R au let Sprites of the Niglit—Helen Morford, Ruth Rogers, Gertrude Wilcox, Doris Seipel, Elizabeth Harris, Hilda Anderson, Jean Scotford, Annie Richelieu. Fairies—Gretchen Tabor, Mildred Tabor, Ella Harbine, Dor¬ othy Tullv, Estella Sinclair, Mildred Crosby, Adelaide Harvey, Helen King. (This Department Conducted by ALBERTA MARTIN) A number of students have written to me about their troubles. They seem to think that because I am a Senior I can and ought to help them out. There are other Seniors, you suf¬ ferers. Why don’t you bother them? I am going to assign your letters to various other members of the class, who, I think, are more apt to know about your particular kind of trouble than I do. I will give all the letters in full except for my own name and the names of the persons writing them. For my own name I will substitute the initials O. K., ,and for various names of the correspondents I will substitute anything that comes into my head. Here goes: Dear 0. K.—I am in love with a young man in the Aviation Corps. When he comes home on a furlough he may ask me to marry him. In case he does should I accept?—Anxious. Better ,ask Ruth-er-Phair. She has had more experience along that line than I have had, I assure you.—O. K. Dear 0. K.—The boys in the study hall bother me all the time. How can I make them leave me alone? They untie my shoe laces ,and everything. What can I do ?—Bothered. Ask Helen Morford. She used to be bothered that way, but she seems to be having no trouble now.—O. K. Dear O. K.—A foolish old maiden aunt of mine sent me a pair of white serge pants for my birthday. I don’t want to wear them, but I don’t like to throw them away. Do you know anyone who would buy them cheap?—Luke Warm. Better see Jerome Ames quick! He wanted a pair to dig clams in. Jerry is an artist, so tell him how well white pants and black mud will look, and he will buy them. — O. K. Dear O. K. — When will the war end! Who will win! What will be the results? Please answer. — Uriah (terra riba id Higgs. The best answers I can give you are: The war will end when everyone stops fighting. The side which does not lose will win. The results will depend upon how the war turns out. However, I will appoint a number of our most serious and well-read members to decide more fully, and in case their de¬ cisions do not turn out right I will send a protest to the Central Powers. Those I appoint are Ella Harbine, Eleanor Jewell, Dorothy Tully, Alfred Stillings and Elsie Moore. Believe them if you can. — 0. K. Dear O. K. — We have an ex. in geometry tomorrow. Will you please give me a definition of a straight line? — Studious. Shucks! Any fool knows that. Ask Roland Carrothers. — 0. K. Dear O. K. — I have formed a habit of leaving problems which my teacher gives me to do until the last minute, and con¬ sequently I don’t get them done right. How can I break the habit ? — Shiftless. Go and see Lee Walker. He always gets his physics prob¬ lems done long beforehand. — O. K. Dear O. K. — I am always late since the time changed. How can I be on time? — A Ten o’Clock Scholar. Ask Clarence McKenzie. He’s always on time — almost al¬ ways, I mean. — 0. K. Dear O. K. — I have been smoking for a long time, but have decided to quit. I need advice and consolation. Where can I get it? — Omar. Better see Louis Purser. He, I am sure, will at least sym¬ pathize with you. — O. K. Dear O. K. — I have such dark hair and eyes that I am un¬ attractive. Wliat can I do to mgke myself pretty? — Brunette. Say, this is no beauty-hint department. Ask Gretchen and Mildred Tabor. They being of your complexion, may be able to help you. — O. K. Dear 0. K. — I am very small and thin. What can I do to hide my shortness? — Midget. I would suggest associating with people of your own size. You would find Eleanor Stillings, Wilma Overlioltzer and Eliz¬ abeth McMullen good company, and they, being so small in stat¬ ure, would not make you seem out of place.—0. K. Dear 0. K.—I am very fat. How can I reduce!—Jumbo. Ask Genevieve Lowary. She seems to have succeeded in reducing.—0. K. Dear 0. K.—I love poetry, but I c,an’t find anyone who adores it as I do. Do you know anyone with a romantic nature who woul d like to talk poetry with met—Anna Pest. Sure, Lyle Mobley would, I know.—0. K. Dear 0. K.—I have a motorcycle which I c,an’t get to run. Do you know how to fix one!—Marcus. No, but Harvey Chinnock probably does. He has one of his own, though, and maybe he couldn’t spare time for yours. Ask him, anyway.—0. K. Dear 0. K. ' —I have very stubborn blonde hair, which I am trying to train to be a pompadour, but it won’t lie down. How can I make it behave!—Bill. Ask Loren Carson. I notice his hair lies down beau¬ tifully.— 0. K. Dear O. K.—Do you think the exercises which Miss Rob¬ inson gives the girls will really benefit them!—Anonymous. That’s another poser. Ask Edith Ramsey. I’ll bet she knows.—0. K. Dear 0. K.—I am often put in a very embarrassing posi¬ tion because I can’t think of anything to say when someone asks me a question. If I say “I don’t know” it sounds rather short. What can I say!—Bashful. Better ask Fred Anderson. He has a reply that goes, “Not knowing I could not inform you with any degree of accuracy, and in case of an error”- and so he goes on. It doesn’t sound short, and so you had better ask him what it is.—0. K. Dear O. K.—I have a picture of an old-time automobile, which I think is a picture of the first Buick. It is a picture of a large machine with ,a high, old-fashioned body and high seats. Its color is red. The body, top and all are red. As I said, I think it is a picture of the first Buick, but 1 have a friend who says it is not. Do you know anyone who could tell me whether it is a Buick or not!—A. R. Gument. Sure, go ask George Johnson. From your description I think he has the first Buick himself.—O. K. Dear 0. K.—I have a hard time dipping sixteen times in physical culture. How can I make it easier?—I. M. Weak. Just watch Earl Erickson. When you see how much harder he works at it than you do you will forget how hard it is.—0. K. Dear 0. K.—I like to talk about basefiall, but 1 can’t find anyone to talk to who is interested. Do you know who would be interested?—A. Fan. I certainly do. Go and see Harry Borba. He’s interested in baseball, but he won’t let you talk much. He likes to say it all himself.—O. K. Dear O. K.—I like to tell jokes. Do you know of .anyone who would like to listen to me t 1 desire an audience—Incura¬ ble Humorist. I would suggest talking to Fern Powell. Her wonderful sense of humor will make her appreciate you.—O. K. And now I am almost through; I have come to the last letter and to the last name on my list of Seniors. The letter is: Dear 0. K.—Can you tell me what “lambic Pentameter” means? Please let me know if you can.—I. Request. This letter 1 will assign to Laurence Dayton. Not because he is fit do I leave it to him, but because the other Seniors have all had something to do. I don’t think Laurence likes poetry, and I refuse to be responsible for his reply, but he was the only one ieft.—O. K. Now, m,aybe some of you trouble-haunted sufferers will leave me alone for a while. If I get any more of this kind of letters I will publish the names and all. This is no idle threat. —0. K. Junior Class. junior Antes T WAS a happy lot of Juniors that came back to school at the beginning of the fall term of 1917. They had left the field, the orchard and the vine¬ yard to enter Analy’s portals once again and take up their work where they had left off. The first few months found them deep in science, art and literature, decidedly studious. Though there are no especially shining lights in the Junior Class, they have managed to keep up a very creditable average. The first class officers to be elected were Leo Burns, pres¬ ident, and Hazel Churchman, secretary and treasurer. As Leo was unable to attend school regularly, Hazel Churchman ful¬ filled the duties of president very successfully. The election for the second term—that right after Christ¬ mas—resulted in the election of Charles Meyers, president, and Tom Thomas, secretary ,and treasurer. As to the school activities, the Juniors have paid their Student Body dues very well this year and have done their share in paying for the gym. They, as well as the other classes, are able to boast Red Cross buttons. They are proud to s k ay that some of the most prominent track and baksetball players are Juniors. These distinguished individuals are Burns, Barlow, Carrothers, Heintz and Har- bine. Art is also represented by the Azalea artist, M ( adalyn Post, who has won fame and glory for her good work. The Junior-Senior picnic was held as usual at the river. The good eats and good swimming were thoroughly enjoyed. —Lois Moran, ’19. Mr. Schnabel (in assembly)—There will be an opportunity for every boy and girl of this school in this exhibit. There will be an exhibit of all kinds of pigs and hogs. Mrs. Pulcifer — I knew a fellow once who sang falsetto, and his teeth fell out. Fern P. — His re,al teeth? Ruth R. (in Choral)—I wish we had our men. j§ opI]mmu i ' ntcs HE SOPHOMORE class of this year has dwindled from wh,at was the largest class in the school to half of its original size. Nevertheless, the class has taken an active part in all of the Student Body activities. In the class elections for the first sem¬ ester Homer Thomas was elected president and Walter Carrothers vice-president. As the interclass basketball games were to begin in a short time, a boys’ and girls’ basketball teams were formed, but after a few games the interclass games were dropped and practice for the first team began. A girl and a boy e,ach succeeded in making the first teams, while four boys made the 130-pound team. The second semester elections took place after the Christ¬ mas vacation, and Don Scott and Estella Sinclair were elected president ( and vice-president. In the interclass track meet the Sophs were able to secure only third place, as there are few track men in the class. The class is also one of the foremost in the payment of the gymnasium dues. Although our record lias been a good one the last year, we hope to better it next year. — Don Scott, ’20. In Animal Husbandry. Mr. Schnabel — What makes the comb and wattles of a chicken turn black? E. Malm — Indigestion of the lungs. Mrs. Woodruff (in History) — Wh,at are substitutes for meat ? Student — Eggs. Ella Harbine — Oh, yes; T should have known that. Helen — Why? Do you like them? Ella H. — No; my father raises them. Freddie — My head feels so funny. Floyd — Yes, there’s enough ivory in your dome to supply buttons for all the B. V. D.’s in America. Sophomore Class. Freshman Class freshman 2votes HE CLASS of ’21 has been veiy much alive in all the activities of the past year. In the 120-pound boys’ basketball tepm they had Ansil Buletti, and in the girls’ basketball team they were well represented by a very able player, Lois Marshall. Their membership in the track rather sipall, but at the same time they made a brave In the second inter-class meet six points were made. The points were not many, but remember they a re “only Freshies. ’ ’ They were given the annual Freshie reception in the Grammar School Auditorium by the upper classmen. The hall was very prettily decorated with kewpies and everything that could be procured to represent kid things, as that was what the party was called “a kid party.” The tiniest and frailest to the tallest and most athletic were dressed to represent children. The hall pang with music and laughter at the foolish antics of both Freshie and Senior. Our most venerable (?) teachers joined in the merrymaking, also dressed to play the part. Certainly a more altogether care¬ free, joyful evening one could not have dre,amed of. Even dressed as kids, our worthy Seniors did most absolutely know how to entertain. The humble effort of the Freshies to repeat to the upper¬ classmen the good time given them, let us hope, was not a total failure. However, nothing could ecpial the jolly good time everyone had at the Freshie reception. In the inter-class basketball games of the girls at the first of the term the Freshie girls beat the Soph girls with seven points to spare. Leave it to the girls to bring us the records! —Jenesse King, ’21. George Heintz (speaking of track in assembly)—Some people thing they can get in shape in a week, but (blinking furiously), they cannot a-tall. M. Sheffer—Miss Robinson, does Hel2 re,ally mean heat? Miss R.—Why, Marjorie, what made you think that? Marjorie—Well, what does it mean, then! ream was showing. uper mrnnum jiofraltte The “Super Summum Sodalitas” w,as organized in No¬ vember, 1917, by the first and second-year Latin students for the purpose of promoting an interest in the subject throughout the school in general. The meetings are held every two weeks at the home of Miss Blum. The plan of the organization follows that of the ancient Roman republic. The ranks of the citizens ,are determined by class standing. The officers and their duties are as follows: Two Consuls, who preside alternately—Ruth Rogers and Harry Borba. Two Censors, who keep the roll, classify the citizens and pass on excuses—Mad,alyn Post and George Johnson. Two Quaestors, secretary and treasurer—Earl Erickson and Harold Mobley. Four Aediles, who act as a committee on program and en¬ tertainment—Lavill,a Laurence, Lulu Wightman, Douglas Tof- felmier and Elvyn Pye. Two tribunes, who make and post the program—Ansil Buletti and Paul Chase. The meetings consist of two parts—a literary program on L,atin subjects, and games, Latin or revised. The material used for the former is drawn from Roman life (both public and pri¬ vate), Latin songs, and poems related to Latin in subject mat¬ ter or style. Of the entire enrollment of the Latin Department, 91 1-3 per cent are members of Super Summum Sodalitas. Club roll: Harry Borba, Philip Berven, D,aisy Blum, An¬ sil Buletti, Paul Chase, James Donnelly, Earl Erickson, Mar¬ gery Harris, George Johnson, Lavilla Laurence, Julia McVean, Harold Mobley, Madalyn Post, Eleryn Pye, Ruth Phair, Ruth Rogers, David Shatto, Jean Scotford, Douglas Toffelmier and Lulu Wightman. Super Summum Sodalitas We read the exchanges with surprise this year, for, in spite of the war, in spite of scarcity of money and material, the schools last ye,ar published remarkably good papers. Con¬ gratulations to you all. The “Alpha,’’ Oroville Union High School — Your literary department is good, but too long. Quality is better than quan¬ tity. The same may be said of your jokes. A very good paper, nevertheless. “Echo,” Santa Rosa High School — Your josh department is one of the best we have received in exchange, but your art department is small compared to the size of your school. “Green and White,” Inglewood — Through your paper we see an exceptional high school, equally interested in all branches of education, and athletics as well. “Sierra Vista,” Bret Harte High School, Angels Camp — We are glad to receive your paper. You evidence praiseworthy interest in athletics. “Spectator,” Cloverdale — A fine paper for such a small school. You are to be congratulated. But more fiction and fewer articles would increase the interest in your book. “Tomahawk,” Ferndale Union High School — You have some good original ideas, lots of snaps and photographs, but we surely don’t .approve of your taste in snapshots. Your josh section could be improved. “Tokay,” Lodi Union High School — You have a clever cover and a fine literary department, and the best poetry we have ever seen in a high school magazine. Your joshes do not come up to the standard of your other departments. Cuthbert Malm - - - President M alter Cole - - - Vice-President Elsie Sanborn - - - Treasurer Class of 1910. Pena Bonham (Mrs. R. Allen), New Hampshire; Ida Hal- bei, woiking, Santa Rosa; Margaret Jewell, working, Sebasto¬ pol ; Logan Smith, Navy; Bright Street, Army, France; Charles Wiggins, Army (Aviation), France. Class of 1911. Ernest Hansen, Army (Aviation), Texas; Ray Johnson, teaching, Graton; Blanche Moran (Mrs. Garrison), Marysville; Adelia P,ayne, working, Santa Rosa; Evelyn Sweetnam (Mrs. (handler), Lake County; Harold Wiggins, Armv; Bernard Winkler, Army, France; Paul Woolsev, Army. Class of 1912. Maude Barlow, teaching, Tomales; Tva Bryan (Mrs. Breaks), Sebastopol; Howard Cl,ayton, ranching, Sebastopol; John Donnelly (deceased); Lewis Johnson, teaching, Merced County; Rose Lowary, attending U. C., Berkeley; Florence Maddocks, teaching, Forestville; Mamie Miller (Mrs. Crane), Rincon Valley; Hilmer Oehlman, Army; Ethel Poe (Mrs! Mars), Healdsburg; Marie Simpson, teaching, Oakland; Emma Street, teaching, Siskiyou County; Tom Street, teaching, near Fresno; Alma Swain, teaching, Green Valley; Helen Thor, teaching, San Jose; Gussie Wedehase, teaching, Sebastopol; Adele Williams (Mrs. George Ross), Forestville; Joe William¬ son, Army, France. Class of 1913. Mabel Barnes (Mrs. Leland Cooper), San Francisco; George Bertoli, —; John Bertoli, Army; Grace Disher, teach¬ ing, Marshall District; Ruth Hair (Mrs. David Durst), Susan- ville; Esther Hansen, teaching, Mt. Olivet; Amelia Hillard, working, San Francisco; Orpha Kelly (Mrs. L. Ames), Sebas¬ topol; Gertrude Langlois, —; Ralph Langlois, —; Anita Lay- ton, teaching, U. C., Berkeley; Charles Newell, Army, Okla¬ homa; Grace Stillings, teaching, Jonive District; Iripa Strout, working, Sebastopol; Tlieo. Thom,as, Marines, France; Julia Walsh, working, Santa Rosa; Ralph Wiggins, Army; Lucile Williamson, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Jessie Winkler, Navy; Dee Winter, Army; Pauline Van Vicel (Mrs. L. Brown), Hessel. Class of 1914. Carmen Blessing, attending U. C., Berkeley; Bertram Bower, teaching, Windsor; Ivy Burroughs, working, Oakland; Dorothy M ddocks (Mrs. Taplin), St. Helena; Margaret Pat¬ terson, —; Edna Ristau (Mrs. Rav Johnson), Graton; Law¬ rence Ristau, clerking, Sacramento; Sylver Strout, working, Sebastopol; Minnie Wedge, Riverside County. Class of 1915. Leland Barlow, ranching, Sebastopol; Jessie Batchelor, working, Sant,a Rosa; Albert Batton, at home, Sebastopol; Lawrence Carrillo, ranching, Graton; Walter Cole, attending P. and S. College, San Francisco; Una Dodenhoff (Mrs. Albert Westphall, —; Elizabeth Hicks, teaching, Annapolis; Mildred Hillard (Mrs. Frank Fellers), Sebastopol; Ward Howard, Army; Vernon Kent, at home, Sebastopol; Martha Lowary, teaching, Sheridan; Anna Lunceford, working, San Francisco; Harriet Maddocks, at home, Green Valley; Rayma Murphy, at home, Sebastopol; Florence Pfefferle, teaching, Bodega; Fran¬ cis Purrington, teaching, Occidental; Charles Rogers, attending P. and S. College, San Francisco; Lucile Scott, teaching, Vine Hill; Vincent Speers, Army; Emilie Williamson, working, To- males; Eva Williamson, attending U. C., Berkeley. Class of 1916. Louise Barlow, attending U. C., Berkeley; Eugene Car¬ rillo, Navy; Jessie Chinnoek, attending P. U. College, St. He¬ lena; Fay Hawkins, at home, Forestville; John Heintz, Nayal Academy, Annapolis; William Irwin, at home, Sebastopol; Merritt Jewell, attending P. and S. College, San Francisco; Alfred Leland, Army; Ruth Lyons, at home, Graton; Outhbert Malm, attending P. and S. College, San Francisco; Owen Mc¬ Manus, —; James McMenamin, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Sarah McMenamin, attending Business College, Santa Rosa; Carter Phair, Army; Wilbur Purrington, at home, Graton; Thorpas Rauch, Marines, France; Florence Ryan, Laramie; Elsie Sanborn, attending Business College, Santa Rosa; Robert Searby, attending U. C., Berkeley; Marjory Shatto, at home, Sebastopol; Lenore Smith, attending Normal, Fresno; Georgia Swain, attending Normal, San Jose; Joe Silveira, working, San Francisco; Harlan Varner, at home, Sebastopol; Raymond Wilson, Navy. Class of 1917. Wilard Akers, P. G. course, Analy; Gladys Barnes, —; Eva Berry, working, San Francisco; Marian Blunden, San Francisco Normal, residence Berkeley; Ernest Botts, College of Pacific, Spn Jose; Neva Carrothers, attending Business Col- lege, Santa Rosa; Freva Fellows, at home, Graton; Reuben Hansen, working, Mare Island; Edna Harbine, attending Nor¬ mal, San Jose; Eugenia Harbine, attending Normal, San Fran¬ cisco; Nola Hazelton, attending P. U. College, St. Helena; Ma¬ bel Hotle, at home, Sebastopol; Leland Howell, working, San Francisco; Ruth Humason, at home, Sebastopol; Dorothy King, ,at home, Sebastopol; Ruth Leach, attending Business College, Oakland; Julia McVean, P. G. course, Analy; Robert Miller, Army; Texas; Viola Miller, attending Business College, Santa Rosa; Cecil Pearce, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Claire Pfefferle, at home, Sebastopol; Hazel Sanford, —; Helen Searby, nursing, San Francisco; Max Steieke, attending Stan¬ ford, Palo Alto; Rowena Strout, at home, Sebastopol; Emma Thole, nursing, Oakland; Harry Vier, attending Healds Busi¬ ness College, S,an Francisco; Rov Williamson, Army (Avia¬ tion), Texas; Ben Woodworth, Davis Farm, Davis; Hall Wood- worth, P. G. course, Petaluma H. S. in fJh stnlo u Miss R.—How do angleworms move along, Lee ? Lee—Fine. Sing a song of foodstuffs; A pocket full of beans And a golden onion Make us feel like queens. Sopli—Did you ever take chloroform? Freshie—No; who teaches it?—Ex. Again in History. Mrs. W.—What is a boycott? Minnie Isobel K.—It’s when they steal a hoy and hold him for lansom. Mrs. W.—What is meant by habeas corpus? Mac—A dead body. Roland C.—Wad, lend me your mug, to shave. Waddie—Aw, go on! Shave your own mug! Miss R. (in Physiology)—Wliat kind of lines should a cor¬ rect shoe have! Ruby Me.—We-ell, the—ah—curve should be straight. Heard in the Library. Minnie Irwin (after signing up for Classic Myths) — I only want this book for a period to get a report on Julius Caesar. Oh, you Freshman! Dorothy—I’ll be serious as a cat. Elsie—Yes, a Cheshire cat. Mrs. Woodruff—Ex-President Taft is good in his way, and he weighs a lot. Mr. Van (speaking of the gym debt)—M,aking a rough es¬ timate and not being very accurate with cents (sense), there will remain over $200 for us to pay. Latin Club Gossips. Miss Blum—Don’t you know I’m awfully wasteful! Why, last night I paid 15 cents for half a dozen beets and put them on to cook, and this morning I found some eh,arcoal in the kettle. Douglas Toffelmier—It’s a wonder they didn’t pop or blow up in the night. Harry J. B.—Oh, shut up, Doug! Why, didn’t they beat it! Mr. Schnabel — Where is the home of the fat hog? Glen Winkler (wisely) — In the pen. In Physics on Experiment of “Archimedes” Principle.” George Johnson—Do we each have a bath tub? Mr. Raphael—Yes. Mrs. W. (in English I)—How many of you boys are in the pig contest? Roland (inquiring about the English lesson)—What do we have in English today? H.—We have scene two. R.—But I’ve only seen one. Miss R. (in Physiology)—We have outer clothes and un¬ der clothes, of course! What is the purpose of the outer clothes? Freshie—To cover up the ones underneath. Julia, approaching a bunch of Latin girls all huddled up, asked: “What have you girls up your sleeves?” Gertrude S. (feeling of her sleeve)—Nothing. Heard in Latin. Soph (we won’t say who)—Miss Blum, do you spell Hel- vetii with two 1 ’s ? Miss Blum—No, it’s not that kind. Mrs. Pulcifer—Who were the Castilians? Doris Seipel—The people who invented Castile soap. Mark H. (in History II) — They had a Diet of Frankfort. Gathered From Astronomy Lecture. Mr. Raphael—On a clear night, if you look at Venus through a pair of strong field glasses, you will see a most re¬ markable sight. Some individual—Now, another proposition. Can people live on Mercury?—Mercury when a crescent gives us more light than when full? Miss Gregory (reading from Hamlet)— ’Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to the world.” Notice the fine words in the lines; (then somewhat embar¬ rassed) I should say the very expressive words. Mrs. K.—Why was Buchanan a good example of a dark horse, and where had he been before his election to the Pres¬ idency? H. Borba—Down on the farm, I guess. Miss R.—Elwin, name the good and bad found in some certain exercises. Elwin—Well, in swimming you use all your muscles, but sometimes you get water in your ears, and it hurts. Lee (butting in)—Aw, yes; and sometimes you drown. Miss R.—Everyone should take a shower after basketball practice. Helen M.—Takes too much time. Miss R.—Well, yes; some of you do have to dress and undress. Mrs. Pulcifer—A geometric box is space. M. H.—I don’t have to do the examples, then, because m head and the box cancel. Mrs. W.—Would the delegates at a county convention get up and fight over who would be nominated for County Clerk ! Class—No. Mrs. W.—Well, now, what would be ,a nice way of set¬ tling it? Spud M.—Slap each other on the wrist. Gathered from the Operetta. Mrs. Puleifer—Fern, where is that little screen you put in here f Peggy — I didn’t put it in here; I put it in the other place. Mr. Raphael (in gymnasium)—I don’t wan to crab all the time, but you will have to cut out this talking. Now, everybody put your knees between your legs. End of letter from “over there:’’ “Good-bye, my dear, for the present. Yours, Jack. Then, p g I hope the censor doesn’t object to those crosses.” (Added by friend censor: “Certainly not— j x spring feck GL 3. Jf. icct May 25th, 1918, was red-letter day for Analy. We cap- turned the first place pennant of the C. I. F. with a score of 54 points, Ukiah taking second with 39. Analy sent the fastest tegm in the history of the school, and they certainly came through. Analy won five first places, Barlow being the highest indi¬ vidual point winner of the day, with three firsts. Barlow also beat Cooper, athlete De Luxe, in the broad-jump; distance 19 feet 31 i inches. Meyer won the quarter, with Ames second. Heintz ran his usual winning mile. For once Analy managed to get second place out of the relay, with Meyer, Martin, Ames and Barlow representing them, and certainly honorable men¬ tion belongs to the whole team. Bui, watch us next year. W© only lose three men by grad¬ uation, and a streak of greased lightning won’t be knee-high to a grass-hopper when we get going. The Staff of the 1918 Azalea, realizing the call of our Government for Liberty Bonds, Thrift Stamps and other issues of like importance, wish to thank those who saved a small place for us in their hearts, and gave us an ad. Our read¬ ers would greatly oblige the Staff by patroniz¬ ing our advertisers. —Business Mgr. Azalea. KODAKS Eastman Films and Papers ATHLETIC jGOODS Fine Stationery Toys Framed Pictures Your Pictures Neatly Framed at Moderate Prices Films Developed Every Day All Work Guaranteed Satisfactory W. S. BORBA, The Stationer Sebastopol, Cal. THE STORE WITH THE YELLOW FRONT When You Buy Clothes Don’t shop around for the lowest priced stuff made. You CAN FIND it, but when you do you don’t want it. Hart, SchafFner and Marx Clothes are better than their cost. We sell them B. D. LINDERMAN ii i iniiiimmi 1111 FORESTVILLE L. D. 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We have placed several graduates recently at salaries ranging from $60 to $90 per month to start. It pays to attend a school with a reputation. The SANTA ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE “STANDS AT THE TOP’’ Its Text Books are used in Hundreds of Commercial Schools in the United States and Canada. Nearly 100,000 copies have already been sold NOW IS THE TIME TO START College Opens Tuesday, September Ad The First National Bank The Sebastopol Savings Bank (The Associated Banks) UNDER ONE MANAGEMENT Four Per Cent Interest Paid mm I £2 Produce 3Job lilark ®lfat pleases (Dte Sebastopol (Limes Jfarry ilittgens, ' phtbltsljer

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