Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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The Chains of “Los Sepulcros” The Prisoner of Sinai . The Ebony Box . The Death Wind—Hell Delane . The Wind of Night .. Memorial. Graduates . Class History . Service . Interviews . The Poem of the Rube . First Aid . Juniors . What We Gave to Kaiser Bill and Gott Sophomores . Freshmen . Athletics . What Shall It Be? . Exchanges . Editorials . School Activities . Cadets . Alumni . Bingville Bugle . Joshes . Page .... 9 ...13 ....17 ....20 ...25 .. .26 ...32 ...39 ...42 ...44 ...49 ...50 ...55 ...56 ...59 ...63 .67 ...79 ...80 ...83 ...85 ..88 .92 .96 .99

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The Chains of “Los Sepulcros” By HOMER THOMAS (First Award) O LD Joe Castaneda rolled a thin cigarette, using a corn husk in place of the familiar brown papers, for Joe, let it be understood, was a Californiano of the old stock, and as such observed many of the customs of the days of the great rancherias. Joe was old; many years had passed since he was a little, brown boy on the great Rancheria de Blucher; many were the changes in the country around the present town of Sebastopol. And Joe knew all the legends and stories of every spot in So¬ noma county; and there are many and of many kinds. For had not Joe lived here all his life, and had not his father and his father’s father lived not fifteen miles from Sebastopol before the Gringo stole all the land! Joe and I were the best of friends. All of the friends of Joe’s youth had died long years before and, with my knowledge of his own beloved Spanish, found a place in his lonely, old heart. And so Joe told me many things as we sat on one of the knolls gazing at the sleeping St. Helena. As Joe lit his cigarette he started to talk. This is what he told me in his Spanish idiom and I tell it to you in En glish: “Long ago when my father was a little boy there came from the south a white man to our valley and with him came the Black Veil of Trouble to hover over the hills and valleys of Blucher. “The white man was welcomed as we welcomed all in those days. The rancheria was his, and he was entertained royally by my father’s father. But this Gringo, the first in our valley, was very strange. Always did he dig and search for trinkets and bits of work done by the Indios. ‘Corios’ did he call them, and always, as I say, did he search. The vaqueros gave him of their help and soon he had many wonderful and beautiful things, and all for friendship did the vaqueros give them to him. Rings, bracelets, head straps, knives and arrow tips of flint were given him. But he asked for more. Ay, Dios mio! You are not knowing what that impious one asked ! It was for a burial chain of the jefes of the Indios! 9