Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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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.

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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

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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: