Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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Pebitsieb bg tl)c J tubent |8 rbg rf italg Union $ftglt J ’cljaol tir t }£ Jffatljers attb JH tliers af all ttalg Jfctobettts ANALY UNION HIGH SCHOOL, SEBASTOPOL, CALIF. JUST A PUP (First Award Story), HELEN KING . . GYPSY BLOOD (First Award Poem), HOMER THOMAS. TURTLE ROCK (Second Award Story), WALTER CARROTHERS. THE GRAND DECEIVER (Third Award Story), ROSE CONDON.. THE CURSE OF THE LIAULANI (Fourth Award Story). MABELLE NISSON. DESERT LAW (Poem), GEORGE WINKLER.. ' BURIED TREASURE (Story), ADELAIDE HAWKINS TO LET (Poem), ALICE BLACKNEY .ZIZZZZZZZ YEN SHEE (Story), HOMER THOMAS ....ZZZZZZ TWILIGHT (Second Award Poem), EARL SCARBOROUGH SENIORS .. interviews ....ZZZZZZZZZZZ. CAMP BOWIE (Poem), TED WOOLSEY . FACULTY . . . CADETS . ATHLETICS . EDITORIAL .ZZZZ THE CLASS OF TWENTY (Poem), HOWARD HEINTZ. DRAMATICS .. 4 . . TO THE POPPY (Poem), ALICE BLACKNEY SENIOR NOTES . BITS OF VERSE . JUNIOR NOTES . SOPHOMORE SIZZLES . POETICAL TIDBITS .ZZZ.ZZZZ. FRESHMEN NOTES . EXCHANGES . alumni... zzzzzzzzzz. THE EMPTY CRADLE (Poem), ADELAIDE HAWKINS ACTIVITIES . A VISIT TO ANALY—1942 .ZZZ. “AS YOU LIKE IT” . . ORCHESTRA .ZZZ .. GROUCH KILLERS .ZZZ " ZZZZZZZ. LATE ATHLETIC EVENTS CURLYCUE’S SWAN SONG .ZZZZ ZZZZ. ADVERTISING SECTION Page . 7 10 . 11 14 ..... 17 . 20 . 21 . 22 .... 23 . 25 . 26 . 27 ..... 31 .... 32 .... 33 .... 37 .... 48 .... 51 .... 52 .... 56 .... 57 . . 58 ... 59 .... 61 . 62 .... 63 .... 64 ... 65 .. 68 . . 69 ... 72 ... 74 ... 75 ... 76 . 81 ... 82 ... 85 3)«5t a |htp BY HELEN KING, ' 21 (First Award) CLOUD of blue smoke hung over the room. The place was de- serted except for a few stragglers leaning heavily against the bar taking a last drink, and the poor dishevelled figure of a boy, his arms flung out over a littered table. “Its a d—n shame,” said one of the stragglers, “Just look at that poor kid; the slick old cuss Mohoon cleaned him out.” The rest of them turned their bleary eyes on him. Come on, said another, “Let’s help”—at this juncture the doors swung open and the nightwatchman entered, followed by the “Investi¬ gation Committee, made up of the three most “Prominent Citizens.” The bar tender turned to polishing his glasses and those who were hanging over the bar made in a hasty swaying line for the door. The Committee sent an uninterested glance over the place; this was their last saloon and they were tired. But a spark of interest returned to the “Most Prominent Citizens’ ” eyes when they fell upon the boy. “Too bad,” he surily said, “One of the most brilliant and promising lawyers in the county.” Then having a great sense of duty he turned to the nightwatchman and said: “See that he gets home all right.” And the Second Most Prominent Citizen, who always follow the lead of the “Most Prominent Citizen,” thrust a ten dollar bill into the boy s hand. While the “Third Most Prominent Citizen,” who was young and had a sense of humor, seeing a skinny little pup snivelling and shivering against the wall, seized it and put it into the boy’s hand saying, “Here, this will keep you straight.” So with much help on the watchman’s part and many pauses to rest, the boy finally was conducted to his shack. Throwing him m an unceremonious heap in the middle of his cot and dropping the pup beside him, the night- watchman stalked out slamming the door behind him. Not many hours later the early morning sun pouring thru’ the uncurtained windows, beat unmercifully on the face of the sleeping boy. Wakened by its glare he sat up in a dazed, uncertain way. The room was flooded with light showing up to its full extent its painful shabbiness and litter. Jerry gazed about it from the rusty stove, littered table covered with bottles and dirty dishes, to the corner where his soiled clothing lay in a heap, and there curled up on top was the pup. “Where in the devil did you come from?” demanded Jerry. The pup hearing a voice, scrambled to his feet, stretched his lean 7 body, and wagging his long rat tail he came over to the bed. I guess somebody thought you looked like you ought to belong to me,” he said with a grim laught. “But we’re going to show em. Throwing off his coat and rolling up his sleeves with an energy that caused the dog to eye him in amazement and then slink under the table, Jerry prepared a scanty breakfast and dividing it in equal portions he put one on the table and the other on the floor, saying: “You and me are going halves now, and if you stick by me you’ll be the first one that ever did.” The pup cocked one ear and looked hard at him with big brown eyes, as much as to say, “You can depend on me.” . Later on in the day he shut the pup in the cabin and slunk down to his office in the Court House, where he plunged into his ponderous law books with such a vim that he did not hear the scratching of the pup on the door, soon after he had closed it. So on leaving he almost fell over the pup huddled against the door. He scrambled to his feet and looked reproachfully at him, as tho’ he tho’t he’d treated H)s partner meanly. It touched Jerry to think he would wait so patiently, so after they came down together and the pup had his own special corner in the office. But day after day they received no trade and day after day Jerry grew thinner and shabbier while the pup grew bigger and glossier. For no matter how little Jerry had to eat he al¬ ways managed to find the pup something. Until the “Most Prominent Citizen,” with that grim sense of duty ever weighing on him, called a meeting of the “Investigation Committee,” where they decided to put Jerry up as a candidate for Town Clerk. That fall he was elected Town Clerk, and the next and the next and the next. For years he held that position. That is, he and the pup, for they were never sepa¬ rated. The pup had grown into a handsome dog, above the average in size and beauty. His coat was black and glossy and the ruff around his neck stood out startlingly white. Every year his picture apeared on the posters with the injunction, “Vote for the Pup’s Master.” If the water bills were due, or if it was registration time, a notice would appear in the paper saying, “The Pup says please pay your water bill,” or, “It’s time to Register.” Around on public lawns signs were posted, “Keep Off the Grass; Beware of the Pup! ” Thus they became known all over the county as “The Pup and His Master.” “The Most prominent Citizen” took on an “I told you so expression,” and the Second Most Prominent Citizen took on an “I told you so expres¬ sion. The Third Most Prominent Citizen, who was no longer young but still had a sense of humor said, “It’s all the pup’s work.” 8 But Jerry and the pup outlived the Most Prominent Citizen, and several more most Prominent Citizens. But never did they give up their job or fail to do their duty, although Jerry grew feeble and made many mistakes and the pup grew cross to all but Jerry. He never ran after or even noticed other dogs, except for one last unfortunate time. The Most Prominent Citizen at the time was a big man, very self important and with no sense of duty except to himself, but he did have a huge bull dog that was the terror of every one in town. One day on their usual way to town, the bull dog sprung at Jerry with a ferocious snarl. There was a flash of black and white, the dull thud of falling bodies, a quick sharp yelp and then silence. Like lightning the pup s teeth sank into the bull’s soft throat; deeper and deeper they went until the bull dog lay silent and rigid. Then rising, the pup gave himself a majestic shake and stalked to where Jerry stood. The latter laid a trembling hand on his head and looked appealingly at the Most Prominent Citizen, who did not seem able to grasp the situa¬ tion. He called to the bull dog, rolled him over with his foot and then as tho’ it had only just dawned on him what had happened, he turned to Jerry in a rage, “You!” he shouted, waving a fat red fist at him, “Your dog has killed mine, killed him, do you hear! You shoot your dog tonight or he’ll meet a worse death!” he screamed, his face turning purple. Then unable to say more because of the rage that choked him, he stamped into his office and slammed the door. Jerry stared after him and then at the pup who looked at him with his beautiful big brown eyes, then turned slowly and walked down the street, the pup following. The next day the town waited for the appearance of Jerry, and when he did not appear they were alarmed and sent a boy to his cabin. The door stood open and the cabin was empty but scrupuously clean. Once more the “Investigation Committee” met and sent out a small searching party. For four days and four nights they searched, but on the fifth night as one weary member was watching the bank of the Lagoon he fancied he saw the moon gleam on something white in the midst of a clump of bushes. Hurrying to the spot he parted the bushes, started, then he knelt and reverently removed his hat. There lay the pup, his black coat no longer glossy, his white ruff dirty and draggled, his beautiful eyes dazed. Beside him lay the rigid form Jerry; gaunt and thin from starvation, one hand resting on the pup’s faithful head. The moon seemed to show a half smile on the thin old lips. 9 By HOMER THOMAS (First Poem Award) Gypsy blood, gypsy blood, and all the world to roam, Gypsy blood, gypsy blood, the long road is our home, Oh, can’t you hear it calling, Love, a wild insistent urge. Thrilling with desire, dear, in a mad heart rendering surge? It’s wild blood, wild blood, it never can be tame. It’s wild blood, wild blood, in you it beats the same. Oh, let us heed desire, Love, to journey far and long, Thro’ many distant lands, dear, for the gypsy call is strong. Gypsy blood, it’s wild blood, it’s music to my ear, Gypsy blood, it’s wild blood, and you, the song, must hear; Together we will go. Love, we ne’er will be content. Until we see the world, dear, before our youth is spent. Gypsy blood, gypsy blood, the longing call is strong. And we are ready to answer. Love, and go the road that’s long. 10 turtle Back By WALTER CARROTHERS, ’20 (Second Award) The spring sun shone brightly down upon the little foothill valley or the Sierra Nevada mountains warming the hillsides and fresh green growth so soon to be dried by the scortching sun of the California summer. To the small band of Indians toiling up the mountain side its light was a welcome relief from the clouds and rains of the winter. As they ascended the trail worn deep by the feet of many ancestors, they laughed and talked, for was not the Great Father kind to them again to bring the sun for their use? , . PV S . was t j ' ! e d ?y to pl ace food and gifts for the Great Father and his Spirits at Turtle Rock, the place named by the Father for that purpose at the beginning of all things. For weeks now the tribe had been preparing for this day and now they were on their way to lay their riches before the Creator of All Things. Snake Eye alone was unhappy, not because he had nothing to give to receive the kindness ot the Great father, but because he coveted the gift that his tribesman. Little Beaver, was to leave at Turtle Rock this day. Many suns he had rooded over this and at last he knew he should have the prize for his own. As the long line of Indians neared the rock all laughter and talking ceased and all noise hushed because they now walked on the ground ot the Gods. One after another they placed their presents before the rock and departed, glad to be away from such awful ground. The last to place his present before the rock was Snake Eye, and when departing, he went up the mountain instead of down as the others had done. When he was out of sight in the blue brush, which covered the mountainside, he stopped and waited patiently for an hour to make sure they were all gone. At the end of this time he came from his place of hiding and cautiously neared the sacred rock. Several times he stoped, fear over¬ coming his want of the great string of wampum and the great medi¬ cine skm of his tribesman. The temptation was too great, however and he went on under the shadow of Turtle Rock until his greedy tingers touched his prize. Fear again gaining ascendency he turned to nee, the wampum and skin clutched in his hand. But as he turned, the ground beneath his feet gave way and with a piercing cry he tell down, down into the black abyss of the mountain, his body being 11 crushed and torn on the sharp rocks at the bottom. Slowly, steadily the heavy rock which formed the trap door swung back in place to obscure forever the fate of Snake Eye to the world. Wise medicine men; for such emergencies as these was the trap built. Though the tribe searched for days nothing was found of the missing Snake Eye. And medicine men tell no tales. Years passed. The Indians almost entirely disappeared and the white man came with his flocks and herds to settle the valley. Towns and cities sprang up in the great San Joaquin Valley below and all was hurry and activity where before there had been peace. Into one of these towns one day rode two dark visaged men, both splendidly mounted and heavily armed. Dismounting at the bank they walked in and quietly ordered the employees to hold up their hands. Frightened, they did as they were ordered to and while one of the high¬ waymen held them at bay the other entered the vaults and procured almost the total amount of the bank’s capital. As he came out bearing in his hands the sacks of money it was noticed that on his right hand there were but three fingers. At sight of this the cashier whispered shakily to his assistant who stood by him, “For God’s sake, don’t move, its Three Fingered Jack and Joaquin.” On hearing these words the white faces of the threatened men became more strained and anxious. Joaquin heard the cashier’s whisper, but could not distinguish the words. " Shut up,” he said, “One more yelp and you’ll be in hell.” By this time Jack had reached the doors of the bank. Still cov¬ ering the helpless inmates, Joaquin backed out the door. As the doors swung shut the cashier jumped for his gun, but paid for his folly with his life, a shot from Joaquin’s six-gun entering his heart. During the next few seconds all stood paralyzed with fear. This intermission was all the bandits needed to place the gold in the saddle bags. Swiftly Jack mounted and leading the pack horses at a dead run made off. Joaquin waited for a few seconds to cover his companion’s retreat. Hearing shots the sheriff rushed into the street to see two horses departing at top speed and another standing by the bank, a man be¬ side it. Drawing his revolver he took hasty aim at the flying target down the street, but swayed drunkenly and crumpled in a heap at the sound of a gun from near the bank. The populace rushed into the street to learn the meaning of the shots, but were driven to cover by a volly of shots from Joaquin, who then departed in the wake of his partner. Straight into the 12 foothills they rode on and on, the blooded horses they rode never tiring under them. Grimly they struck for the trail covering mile after mile by night fall. At eight o’clock they struck the old Indian trail when suddenly Joaquin’s horse stepped into a squirrel hole and snapped off the front foot at the fetlock. After a short council they decided, as soon as a likely place could be found, to cache the treasure. Proceeding slowly they came to a great boulder shaped after the fashion of a turtle. Dismounting they untied the saddle bags and threw them into the dust at their feet. With the impact of the heavy bags beneath the boulder a strange thing happened. Where a second before had been solid ground a dark hole appeared. With frightened curses the men van¬ ished, their gold with them. Down, down they fell until their bodies struck the rock beside the mouldy skeleton of the Indian. Again the trap door swung shut sealing the fate of lawbreakers for a second time. The sheriff’s posse found the horse that had broken its leg but the outlaws had disappeared. After searching for days the other two horses were found. The robbers had vanished as if by magic and after a week of weary searching the hunt was given up. Old Jim, as the white men called him, came the next spring on his yearly pilgrimage to Turtle Rock to see what the Gods had left him. Being the last of the medicine men, he knew the secrets of the place and entered a door guarded jealously by generations of medicine men at the bottom of the excavation constructed inside. To his great delight he saw two more skeletons where last year there had been only one. Also he saw two leather saddle bags appar¬ ently filled inside mingled with pieces of canvas which had once been money bags. For hours he gloated over the treasure, then going out he carefully closed the door behind him Jim being a wise Indian used only what little money he needed to buy provisions and tobacco. When he died the secret was buried with him for medicine men tell no tales. % t (Srmth planner By ROSE CONDON, ’23 (Third Award) 3 0HNNY WHITTIER, a student of the University of California, entered the street car at College Avenue feeling out of sorts with the whole world. But this mood soon changed and the sun was shining for him again, when he spied just across from him the most charm- ing young lady he had ever seen. “Gee, those tiny feet! and the nifty little hat she has on. Sure must be some pippin! Say but she has the nicest eyes I ve seen in a coon’s age.” Such were the thoughts of Johnny as he watched the young lady. “Wonder where she gets off? Guess 111 stay on and see, then follow and find out where she lives.” The car stoped at Durant Avenue. Still she stayed on. the car stopped at Russel and still she didn’t get off. “Gee,” thought Johnny, I’ve been carried two blocks out of my way now, but I should worry! . The young lady looked out of the window most of the time so Johnny could see no more of those wonderful eyes. But at last she turned to speak to the conductor and “Oh, Boy! he again looked into the depths of those hazel eyes. But when he smiled at her she glanced past him as if he were a piece of furniture. Growing very impatient, Johnny pulled out his watch and yawned visibly, “Gee I’ll be late for dinner now, but I should worry. Wow! we’re just about three blocks from the place where the car turns and starts back so she must get off within a few minutes. The conductor on his rounds through the car looked at them curiously, but neither paid any attention to him. When they came to Twelfth street he entered the car again and called lustily behind his hand, as if he was trying to hide a smile, “Well here’s where we turn around. Exerybody out!” The young lady took her bag and alighted. Once on the street she looked helplessly about her as if she were lost, for they were in the very heart of Oakland. Johnny followed close at her heels wondering what was going to happen next. He began to think maybe he was following a wild goose chase; maybe she was just on a shopping tour after all. Such was life. He was always chasing rainbows anyway. But as she seemed at a loss where to go next he stepped up to her, smiling very broadly, he tipped his hat saying, “May 1 be of any assist- 14 ance to you?” “Oh! could you show me the way to a good restaurant? I really don’t know where to go!’’ she answered smiling in return, for the boyishness of his ready grin and the farefree way in which he talked all seemed to inspire confidence as well as trust. “Surely,’’ replied Johnny, “I’m at your service,” and let the way to the Saddle Rock, feeling quite important. After he had found a table and both were seated he called the waiter with a very pompous air and ordered a very elaborate meal. Although he knew he would have to stay pretty much at home for the next week as his allowance wasn’t due for ten days. The girl has not said a word since they started for the restaurant, but sat with a queer smile on her lips during these proceedings. You, ah, don’t happen to live over here do you?” began Johnny, hesitatingly. “Being the only passengers on the car we of course would notice each other, don’t you know? I stayed on to see where you got off.” The young lady laughed merrily, “Say, that’s pretty good! Do you know I stayed on to see where you got off?” After they had finished eating and Johnny had paid the waiter, the girl rose and they made their way out of the place. “Well,” began Johnny, “Where will we go next?” “Where you go is nothing to me, but for my part. I’m going home,” she answered and started for the car line. For a moment he hesitated then followed saying impulsively, “Nothing doing, where you go I go. Do you think I followed you way out here to lose you the first thing? I’m going to find out where you live so you might as well be pleasant about it.” So saying he hailed a taxicab and would have assisted her into it but she drew back saying, “No you must go your way and I will go mine, I absolutely can not go with you, so please don’t argue with me.” “But look here, you took dinner with me didn’t you? Isn’t it proper for me to take you home now? Really I think it isn’t fair of you, don’t you know?” The boyishness and sincerity of his words seemed to appeal to her for she stepped into the taxicab and they drove off. When Johnny turned to give his instructions to the driver he imagined he saw a faint grin on that personage’s face, but who knows? When they arrived at her home he discovered that it was a very nice one, indeed, in fact it was one of the best on the street. Stepping out of the cab, she held out her hand and said, “Thank you very much for your kindness,” and started up the steps. Johnny 15 followed, “Say listen here, aren’t you even going to tell me your name,” he began, “I don’t want to lose track of you now.” After hesitating a moment she drew a card out of her bag, handed it to him and without another word she turned and ran up the, steps. “Say!” he called after her, “May I call tomorrow at three? She nodded her consent and disappeared with a tantalizing smile on her lips. When he looked at the card Johnny was struck dumb for this was what he read: “Mrs. Amelia Brown, Dean of Women, University of California. Still holding the card in his hand he caught a car back to Berkeley feeling all the way like kicking himself for playing the part of a fool. He decided to forget the incident but somehow he couldn’t and his friends wondered what was wrong with him for he was seen almost every hour between periods hanging around the dean’s office or the ladies’ entrance to the college. When asked what the matter he told them very frankly to “shut up” and walked off in a huff. A week later was the Junior Prom and Johnny was there with banners flying. Just before the dancing began his chum. Bill De Russia, sought him out. “Say Whittier, old top, is your program filled? I’ve got the swellest dame this evening you ever saw. Say, but she is a queen!” “How’s chances to trade dances with you?” asked Johnny, “I’ve got the seventh and second vacant yet. Give me both of them with her, will you?” “Nothing doing, you can have the seventh but no more. I’ll introduce you later.” With these words Bill went off in search of his partner. Johnny was surely anxious when the seventh dance came to know who his partner was to be. Just before the music began he saw his chum coming toward him with a lady on his arm. He was so surprised at what he saw that he felt like rubbing his eyes for it was no other than the girl of his adventure. After introductions were over and they were on the floor Johnny blurted out, “Pardon my impudence, but how does it happen that you, the Dean of Women, are attending a college dance?” “Oh! laughted the girl, that’s one on you. I’m not a member of the board of trustees but one of the students here, I had seen you about the college and then when I saw you on the car I wondered where you lived so I followed. The card was one I had picked up on the floor of the dean’s office.” 16 (Eursr of the ilimtlmri By MABELLE NISSON, ’23 (Fourth Award) 7JT HE palm trees were rustling in the evening breeze and the warm sea water was softly lapping the feet of the shore. The sun was going down in all the glory of the purples, crimsons and golds of an Hawaiian sunset. This peaceful, brooding quiet was suddenly broken by an excited voice, followed by a howl of joy. “Come Waumi, come Artu, come! ” it said, “for a story teller has come at last to this for¬ saken village of ours.” And as the speaker called, he and a band of dirty, half naked boys tumbled and crowded pell mell around an equally dirty and ragged old man. The old storyteller was very fierce looking, and his beady eyes held the children charmed into a silence, as a snake charms his prey. But under it all was an air of sorrow, deep and sincere, and his eyes often took on a look of utter despair and doom. He was silent for a time, then he shook his head slowly, as if debating within himself as to whether he should speak or not. Then he began. “Harken,” he said in a voice that awed his beholders into silence, “listen, and I will tell you a story.” “In a distant, fardistant village dwelt long ago, many years ago, an old chief named Maru. He was very old, none of the grand- sires of the village knew whence or when he had come. There was a legend in the village that he had sprung from the depths of the earth, and would return to it. He was cruel to his friends and enemies alike. No one was safe near him. He had a beautiful daugh¬ ter, the princess Liaulani, whom all the village loved for her kindness. She was very kind even to her father, who although he loved her in his inner heart, treated her as badly as the lowest of his slaves. She loved a young man, Ouhti, who returned his love with much fervor. But her father would not consent to their union, for he had picked out one Atu to wed her. Liaulani loved her father and obeyed him, so despaired of ever being united to Ouliti. “One day as Liaulani was preparing for her wedding, two moons distant, rumors came with the messages that Nauna Loa was erupting and the village was in danger of being flooded with lava. Everything was stir and excitement. The people hurried to the Temple to consult the priests. They held consultation with the Fire Goddess, while the people waited in fear outside. They came with the message that all the people must sacrifice their riches to the terrible Fire Goddess. This they did, feverishly and hurriedly, even the old Maru brought out his 17 selfishly hoarded treasure. Then, as they turned to go, the priests stopped them with the words that the Goddess was not yet appeased, that only human sacrifice in addition would stop her anger. The people resignedly awaited their next fate, but the priests said that this was all. They asked the people to choose between sacrificing one young life, and the lives of the whole island. They resisted, but when the priests grew impatient they consented, bewailing their fate. Then the priests said that the youth would be chosen in an hour. The people sadly, once more started home. “All the while this was happening the wily old Maru had not been idle. Long had he cherished a desire to get rid of Ouliti, now he saw his chance. He seized a bag of treasures from a hiding place, where he had hid them from the Fire Goddess. He hid them in his robe, and with his long knife shining in his hand, he hurried forth to the Temple. The priests were surprised to see him, but they were even more sur¬ prised when he told him his fiendish plan. His evil eye gleamed like his knife when he told him of his bribe. The priests at first were hor¬ ror stricken, they said that the wrath of the gods would be called down upon them, but slowly they unbent until they at last agreed to the bribe and do as he bade them do. Then, after Maru gave them minute instructions, he sallied forth into the night. His face was so fiendish that a wanderer who saw him turned tail and rushed home- Y ' cird, gasping as he burst into his hut, that he had seen the old fiend himself. Meanwhile Maru glided homeward, little reckoning what was the purpore of this wciked scheme. “When the time came for the announcement the people slowly straggled back to the Temple, a hush falling over them as the priest came out to tell them. Then when the name was announced, the people who were not the victim’s kin fell to wild rejoicing for their luck, while the victim’s relatives went home to prepare the sacrifical garments. All so far had gone as Maru had planned, for Ouliti had been chosen as the victim. The priest and his daughter were to be pres¬ ent so the people wondered how she, the doomed man’s sweetheart would act. The ceremony of sacrifice was to be that evening, so they had not much time to prepare. But they worked their curiosity up to such a pitch that the whole village buzzed and hummed like a beehive. Their interest and expectation grew with time, and when the time came for the ceremony they were keyed up nearly to the breaking point. “They waited at the sacrificial until the chief took his seat. His daughter had not come. The people were more curious than ever. 18 Had she been not able to come, or maybe she had not heard of it, for she had not been to the announcement in the morning? They formed the idea that she did not know of it. The tom-toms soon began to beat and throb in unison, a wild rythm, and the head priests came forth in their gaudy sacrificial robes, chanting the wierd Death Song. The people, one by one, joined in until it rose and fell as a mighty, roaring wind. Then abruptly it broke off, and ceremonies began. One by one the other priests came in, until all but the victim were there. Then the tom-toms began their strange booming, and he walked in. Oluti strode as straight as a tall pine tree, looking neither to right nor left but proudly up. A hush fell upon the throng; it seemed so terrible to sacrifice one so young and beautiful. Then the priests took their long knives and stabbed him to the heart, throwing him upon the altar and calling for aid to the Fire Goddess. As the silenced throng watch¬ ed the ceremony, they heard a voice singing an old love song, coming nearer and nearer: “The moon is shining down on the sea, A maid is pining, ’neath a tall palm tree. For her brave, for her brave, But never more will she meet him, Never more will she greet him. Her brave, her brave ’ Then the song came to an abrupt end, for the old chief’s daughter, it was she who was singing, came upon the scent of the sacrificed to appease the wrath of the Fire Goddess, who he could not tell. She at once knew who it was, and leaping upon the platform where the chief sat, demanded in a strange, strained voice, “My father, have you done this?’’ The chief’s very composure seemed to drive her mad for she stretched her arms to heaven and shrieked, terrifingly, “You know that you are guilty. You acknowledge it in your every glance. Oh! to know that one I love should turn against me. I return his hate with hate tenfold. Gods! Look upon me! May this coward thing that stands before me and before you all, may he wander until this pen¬ ance be done for this deed, and until he is forgiven by me. Gods! Grant it!’’ Then she ran to the altar where Oulitis’ body still lay, red stained by his heart’s blood. She took the red, dripping knife from his side and pierced her bosom with it, gasping with her last breath, “Hear me, oh ye gods,’’ and fell upon his body. The old chief was unconsolable, he blamed everybody, especially Atu for bringing this thing upon him. As he was grieving there runners came with messages saying that the lava was bearing straight down upon the village. People once more packed their goods and 19 started to flee, but the old Maru forbade them to leave, so they re¬ mained in the village, now as still as nature before a thunder storm. The lava came quickly. It sounded like all the thunder in the universe let loose. The people ran before it, but it engulfed them. They prayed upon their knees to the Fire Goddess, and it flowed over them, mocking their last shrieks with sullen hisses. The old chief was the only one saved. “He has wandered many years, but now he may return home as his daughter has forgiven him. For do you not see that the sun streams more brightly through the trees? And hark! I hear the birds of Para¬ dise singing their sweetest songs. They sing only when some sinner is forgiven, and it is he.” The old story teller’s face was lit up by a smile of joy supreme, and the children wondered. Then their attention was attracted to another person, who was shouting and crying far down the street. When they turned their eyes once more to where the old man sat they were wonder stricken for where the old man sat was only a gap¬ ing crack that had not been there before. “He was the chief,” said an awe-stricken youngster, “He came from the earth, and he returns. The mystery was a mystery to them no longer, so they started after the man, who was now near them, for boys are very quickly turned from one amusement to another. The sun went down and the long western twilight rolled upon the drowsy world, and all was silence once more. Wqt pesert By GEORGE WINKLER, ’21 (Honorable Mention) In the land of the Western Desert, Where fortune seekers go. There is a law in that land of hope That every man must know. Three columns of smoke in the sky by day; By night three fires aglow; This is the law of the desert That every man must know. It’s the signal of help for the dying. From the men who answer the call; A wild life is the desert one. Where men die where they fall. 20 flmrieft %xm$nt£ By ADELAIDE HAWKINS, ’22 (Honorable Mention) on, stood on, jumped on, because it is just a rather nice, peaceful old stump. It was in the year eighteen seventy-five. It was a dark night, the full moon being hidden by a mass of clouds. A light wind softly wailed througs the forest near the little trading post town of Sebasto¬ pol. The woods thinned, stretching away in a plain to the town of Santa Rosa. A beat of horses’ hoofs steadily approaching could be heard. Along the rough road came the old mail coach. At is entered the edge of the wood it stopped. Suddenly, voices called sharply, a shot rang out. Then breaking into the stillness that followed came the sound of swiftly falling footsteps through the forest. A dark man in course clothes with hat pulled low emerged from the underbrush. In his hand he carried a bag apparently heavy. He paused, glanced quickly about then fell to his knees at the foot of a tree and began hastily to dig with his knife. He worked feverishly glancing nervously over his shoulder from time to time. He stooped to place the bag in the hole he had dug when a cry cut the air, a ter¬ rible cry of fear and pain. A shot, then that horrible cry again and presently hasty footsteps approached. When quite near they hesi¬ tated, then came on less surely. The man on his knees beneath the tree had remained as if frozen but now he sprang up and took cover in a clump of bushes. The underbrush parted and a girl with pale face and one hand pressed to her bosom where dark stains were showing through her jacket, stumbled blindly and fell with her face upturned across the partially buried bag beneath the tree. Yet when her sobs ceased, still footsteps beat through the forest and a coarse voice threatening and cursing called, “Bill, you thieving devil, bring back that swag.” The footsteps and angry voice passed and were lost in the distance. The moon broke out from the clouds and fell full on that pros¬ trate figure and the white upturned face with the closed eyes. Then out from his hiding came the man and shaking stooped to remove that silent figure. Yet even as he did so the dark eyes opened and gazed at him. What entered the soul of the man then ? A dark rage 21 distorted his face and quick as a flash he drew the knife and plunged it into the soft body which quivered and lay still but those gazing eyes did not close. Now again a horrible cry rent the air but it came from the man for the lips of the girl were pale and still yet the eyes gazed on. The man looked with terror at the sight then giving a mad scream fled through the woods. All was silence in the forest and after a while when long drawn wailing howls began nobody heard them and when gray shadows came stealing to that fatal tree there was not one to stop them. The man in Sebastopol waiting for his sister came to the conclusion that she had decided not to come and went tranquily on with his business. “Bill” lost his mind and memory and nature deftly covered all traces. At the corner of the baseball grounds is a stump, a very ordinary stump, bleached by the sun and beginning to decay, yet it was once part of a proud tree and its roots spreading mightily inclose a heap of buried treasure. ®o yet By ALICE BLACKNEY, 71 John Jacinto, a youthful chap. Donned his coat and put on a cap. He ran to her window and in the shade. He played a beautiful serenade. Johnny warbled all through the night, All the stars had taken flight. He threw down his fiddle in meek despair. For Mary came not to greet him there. Walking down to the gate ahead, Johnny once more turned his head. And looking back to the house of yore. He saw “To Let” upon the door. 22 Hen S ' hec By HOMER THOMAS (Not Entered in Contest) ?|TUN LI HOW was happy; yes, very happy, As he thot’ happily and serenely on the kindness of the Gods. For that was long ago when all good Chinese gentlemen worshipped the Gods of their fathers and fought with immense swords at no pro¬ vocation. merely to woo excitement in the staid like of the Son of the Sun’s court. And Fun was enjoying life immensely, for had he not just lopped off the head of Hung Hi and several other parts of several other men of high degree? At the great enameled door, a scant fifty paces away, was the idol of Ten Thousand Demons, and back of its hor¬ rible, writhing red devils was a secret room where Wang Loo, the fairest maid outside of the Celestial Paradise was hidden by order of her father, who was not other than the Son of the Sun. Fun loved Wang Loo with all the fervor of his high and haughty spirit, and now as he severed heads and arms and legs from the nobles, he sang in his heart that the work was well done. For, you probably have guessed, Wang Loo loved Fun, and, as love seldom finds a smooth course, their mutual love was angrily forbidden by the illustrious and all powerful Son of the Sun. But Fun was mighty and, he swore by all his ancestors his love should not be denied. Hence the affray in the castle yard. Steadily Fun advanced and as the last of the opposition was slit in twain, he rushed to the Idol of Ten Thousand Demons, touched the secret spring and the massive weight of the Idol swung lightly as a feather and Fun Li How entered the room where his beloved was to be waiting for him. But alas! Wang, the beautiful, was no where to be seen by his eager eyes. And then, to his swift horror, from the couch of Wang Loo rose the great shiny head of a python. With angry eyes and weird, sibilant hisses, and slow, unmeasured undulations of the great multi-colored body, it menaced Fun. Love has made heroes of the veriest cowards, and as Fun was no coward his love made him a hero never equaled since the davs of the Tze-Tiang, those indomitable super-men of the old legends of Llhassa. With a prayer to the spirits of all his ancestors, Fun anticipated the attack of the great engine of destruction from the jungles of Hung Lioa and threw himself against it. Swish went his sword and thud, 23 sounded the impact of steel and bone as the double edged sword cut deep into the body of the reptile. The blow was well dealt. Verily the Double Gods of the Heroes had guided that blow of might. Writh¬ ing, twitching in anguish, spouting blood like the Springs of So Fza spout water, the giant python went to enter into his coming incarna¬ tion. Fun Li How waited no longer. He dashed from room to room searching for his beloved ere the guards of the Son of the Sun could come to lead him to the torture rack. Well did Fun know what awaited him if captured. Only for a few minutes of ecstasy with Wang Loo and then they, themselves, would loosen their spirits from the wrath of the Son of the Sun. It would be glorious to depart from this world together. Fun scarcely noticed the beauty of the palace wherein he searched. All the gorgeous colors of the rainbow and the setting sun were woven into the wonderful tapestry that adorned the walls. Gold and preci¬ ous gems from all the world were set in the ceiling in wild profusion. But none of this did Fun Li How see. At last he found her in a tiny room, heavy with the scent of incense that burned on the Altar of Love. Beautiful, her eyes deep pools of love and longing, her dainty lips like the sweet red Hoang-Ni, that scarlet flower of love that blossoms only in the garden of the Son of the Sun, as her arms outstretched to him, was she, Wang Loo, his be¬ loved, waiting At last the moment of supreme triumph when their souls would be wedded eternally. But one step separated them. The overpower¬ ing scent of her hair struck him intoxicatingly; already could he sense the warmth of her nearness. Now to clasp her close. Now, now the moment— Fun Li How, the rat seller of the Street of Felicitation, grunted ever so much like a sleepy hog in its bed of mud; he rolled over sleepily and laid down the long thin pipe of Yen-Shee, the Black Smoke, and awoke from all his dreams of ecstacy, to enter once more his sordid trading. lEtorilxgfyt By EARL SCARBOROUGH, 73 (Second Award) Softly come from sky and sea Fair twilight; Drop thy mantle over me. Softly herald in the night— But thou art gone all too soon, And the gleamy stars show ’round the moon With frosty light. Oh make haste, Etheral Sprite, Ride the breeze! Come softly on the wings of night; With promise of mystery hold sway. On dreaming trees! O’er golden fields of poppies bright. Come to me! Fold their blossoms for the night. Whisper tales of sky and sea— And may their spirits, fair twilight, Essence in thy opiate flight. Send to me. 25 S’cniurs Homer Thomas, Pres. Student Body Don Walker, Azalea Manager Douglas Toffelmier, Pres. Seniors Estella Sinclair, School Historian Jean Scotford, Girls’ Representative Margaret Silk, Sec. Student Body Marguerite Bower Walter Carrothers Alice Kingwell Estella Kolen Hilda Anderson Georgina McMullin Warren Hillard Naomi Gillespie Ruth Rogers Tom Thomas, Treas. A. U. H. S. Don Scott Margery Harris Clara Lapham Westwood Case Glenn Winkler Gladys Havenstrite Lavilla Lawrance Paul Raulet Samuel Lehrberger Denman Barlow Howard Heintz SENIORS Homer Thomas, President Student Body Don Walker Douglas Toffelmier, Senior President Estella Sinclair Jean Scotford Margaret Silk SENIORS Warren Hillard Naomi Gillespie Ruth Rogers Tom Thomas Don Scott Margery Harris Marguerite Bower Alice Kingwell Hilda Anderson SENIORS Walter Carrothers Estella Kolen Georgina McMullin ft Westwood Case Glenn Winkler Gladys Havenstrite Samuel Lehrberger Paul Raulet Lavilla Lawrance Howard Heintz SENIORS Denman Barlow INTERVIEWS By DENMAN BARLOW and DOUGLAS TOFFELMIER WILL now endeavor to place in our annual a series of interviews among my several classmates on such subjects as might be of value to the reader. This day, which the editor in chief has bestowed upon me to pro¬ cure the necessary material with which to proceed with this article is one of hard study after the day of rest, but one which is also used to talk over the pleasant and unpleasant events of the past and coming week. This is Monday morning. As I approach the halls of learning my ears catch a gutteral sound issuing from the basement and who should it be emitted from but Sam Lehrberger. On questioning him as to why he should give vent to such yells he exclaimed that Hiram Johnson had succeeded in carry¬ ing the vote of Molino. This was enough. I sought a person of less vehement mood. And who should I meet but the one I had in¬ quired for. At the foot of the stairs, which had newly been oiled for sanitary purposes, a heap of clothes lay. Raising the heap to her feet Naomi Gillespie greeted me with a little smile of thanks. On helping her up the stairs I questioned her as to the cause of such a calamity. She blushingly refused to answer but on the second query, she said she had been intently pondering as to whom she would take to the Leap Year party Lester Wyatt or “Babe” Schilder. She had slipped and fallen. I earnestly replied that I thought Schilder the more manly. As we arrived at the head of the stairs I bid good-bye to Naomi and to my surprise I found Howard Heintz in the geometry room, giving intent consideration to a sack of cement. I asked why the friendly attitude to such a hard customer. He said he was trying to determine how many square inches there was in it, which I informed him could not be very well estimated unless he had a round square. He agreed it was a fine idea, and the only solution. This information rendered, I left Howard at his work. I had scarcely left the room of polygons and squares seeking my next interview when I caught the sound of a motor car. I had only to wait a few moments when from out of the north portal a gorgeous Hebrew Packard drew up. brightly painted .as spring works such ef¬ fects on all such insects. Out of this flivver rolled Tom Thomas. On giving Tom a word of salutation I asked him why he had chosen 27 such a mean yellow for his car’s color, he said that it was Henry’s idea, so he could sell them in bunches. My inquiry answered I left Tom and started for the study hall. As I placed my hat on the hook who should I find very earnestly dressing himself but Glenn Winkler. His vest was all open and his necktie was halfway around the back of his neck and his shoes were all covered with mud. I was surprised to see him in such a condition and asked him if he had not yet recovered from his fight with Jack Dempsey. He said yes, but he had got caught in the mud in front of the Marshall school and almost missed the car. He became very flustrated to be caught in such a plight and very quickly changed the subject. He tried to sell me some oil stocks, saying that all that remained to be done to the oil well was to bore down and strike oil. Being financially embarrased because today was Monday or rathei because yesterday was Sunday, I did not purchase any oil stock and passed on. I entered the study hall to find down in the far corner of the hall two of the weaker sex engaged in a heated argument. On drawing as near as safety would allow I could recognize them only as Mar¬ garet Silk and Hilda Anderson. After listening a few moments I found the gist of the argument to be hair nets. As it was not in my power to offer any suggestion as to the use or abuse of them, I called Sam to give them points enough to decide the argument, as he is well posted on such things as hair nets and high heels. I turned to find smiling Warren Hillard. The last time I had seen Hillard was the night of the boxing show when he was in the ring trying to break another fellow’s nose. I asked him why he was so mean to that poor fellow’s nose and he said the only reason he hit him was because he was the only man in the ring. I concluded from this that he would have hit Mr. Dempsey if the champion had been in the ring, but on afterthought I decided that he would have been less severe with Jack. Hillard says when he graduates he thinks he will be a prize fighter. Whang! ! ! I passed to rest, for from out of a clear sky it seemed as if the heaven had fallen, but from a muffled giggle from behind me I know no other than Lavilla Lawrance was in the neigh¬ borhood delivering one of her famous haymakers. I made up my mind to leave this vicinity immediately, and just about to leave the study hall when I passed Marguerite Bower sur¬ rounded by books and pamphlets. I asked her what might be on her mind. She blushingly raised her head from her work and was about to make a reply but hesitated. This proved interesting. To my sur- 28 prise all those books were not Old English ballads, but literature on how to keep a dentist happy after hours. I left Marguerite without intruding further and I added that it would most surely come in handy in the future. I did not have to go far, however, to find more material. As I stepped on somebody’s foot, which is my favorite pastime, I turned around to humbly excuse myself and was enamored by a girl of ex¬ quisite complexion whom I found to be Clara Lapham. I questioned Clara as to how a girl could have such complexion. She hesitatingly revealed the secret that she had recently finished the third edition published by the Woodbury Soap Co. of the Skin You Love to Touch series. She said this soap would improve the skin of an elephant. Was I late? No the assembly bell had rung, my only salvation. After a few moments of clamor we were called to order by Homer Thomas. He seemed about to burst with joy. He pulled down the house. After order was restored he told us how much pep we had to get out such a paper as only a few schools in the United States had accomplished such a thing. We immediately became very proud of ourselves, but away down in our selfish hearts we knew he had done all the work. After this speech the assembly dragged on as usual and I looked for somebody to talk to: — I turned to find Margery Harris talking to a young fellow with flaxen curls. All during the assembly I tried my best to rake up courage enough to interrupt that conversation and talk to Margery, but I could not for I knew that it was the most heart-throbbing, the most flattering and the sweetest conversation that had ever passed between persons in that school. The last speech was made by Mr. Hull who ended by saying that we could have an extra five minutes for noon hour. This was met with loud applause as the pupils left the hall to be the first one in line at the cafeteria counter. I succeeded in getting a place behind Paul Raulet, who promptly began a conversation about the good of Frats and secret societies. This was Greek to me so soon his little speech was ended. I felt a huge punch in the back which came from no other than giggling Jean Scotford. As per usual she had her arms full of books and somebody else s sweater on. She also had a bunch of drawings in one hand and a nursing book in the other. On examining the sweater I recognized it as Ruth Roger’s. As I expected, Ruth was just behind Jean in line and she had Jean’s sweater on so all was well. We talked about everything and said nothing, but out of it I learned 29 that both Jean and Ruth wanted to be nurses but neither one of them could stand the sight of blood. Leaving here with a plate of soup in one hand and a dish of macaroni in the other, I went to eat with the rest of the fellows. Here I met Wireless Case, the boy wonder along mechanical lines. He can do everything from play baseball to teach Mr. Warner how to communicate with Mars while taking a bath. He said the only reason you don’t get a shock out of a dead battery is because there is no electricity in it. Nevertheless, when we want a hard problem solved we always go to Westwood Case. After gorging myself to the fullest capacity I returned to the study hall and was greeted by a smile from Gladys Havenstrite, which is a smile that would light up the darkest of spirits. And on inquiring as to what she was doing I found that she was doing office work. She says she’s going to be a stenographer but right now she is employed with trying to subdue the pugnacious spirits of Cap Nolan. Not wishing to disturb Gladys further I left to find Stella Kolen taking a piano lesson from a young man who is very able to give piano lessons. At least Stella thinks so. On inquiring as to Stella’s politics I found that she was very much in favor of Hoover for presi¬ dent. This satisfied me very much and I thought that this interview had been very successful. I thought it would be a good idea to leave my interviews for a later date as I had a few things to do before going home, such as sewing the buttons on my shirt which Tom had pulled off during the noon hour. This idea lead me to the sewing room with my garment. 0! Eureka, here is where my last interview could be had. Over in the corner where Alice Kingwell, Estella Sinclair and Georgina McM ullin, perusing the Delineator trying to find a suitable pattern for a party dress to wear to the military ball. I decided the subject was purely of feminine character so did not intrude. I succeeded in getting buttons sewed on. It was after four o’clock now and I decided the best place to be by this time was home. Oh, no, I had not seen one of the most celebrated Seniors, Don Scott, who had recently acquired a job of handling eggs at the S. B. G. On arriving at the scene of action I was repulsed by a gas attack from said scene. So retired to the P. S. R. Ry. with a book full of knowledge and a head devoid of questions and called it a day’s work 30 Clamp Patoxb By “TED” WOOLSEY Out in the sticks of Texas, Far from the haunts of men. There’s a hole in the ground called Bowie, Where we lived like pigs in a pen. The silence boomed from the hill tops, Sand locked in a sea of mud, We saw the the sun go up and down And the cactus bloom and bud. In the hush of evening twilight, One could hear mosquitos sing. To the tearing thorns of bush and brake. Those beasts would add their sting. The air would darken with sand and storm. Followed by torrents of rain. Then the sun would heat the blasted earth. And fever up the brain. The horn toad yodeled at twilight. The wearisome day dragged by, A heck of a place for one to live. But an ideal place to die. We know why none of us liked it. It was always too cold or damp; And I wonder how the thunder. They chose it for a camp. AT EASE. 31 JVttaly Jfacuity 0. R. Hull.Principal H. I. Schnabel.General Science and Agriculture Major B. G. Nason.Military, Boxing, Manual Training R. E. Warner.Science, Physical Training Miss H. D. Hodgson .English, French Miss D. M. Cox.Economics, French, Spanish Miss K. Cox.Domestic Science, History Miss S. A. Clark.Dean of Girls Miss E. Albert .Commercial Mrs. R. D. Nason.Commercial Miss I. Van Etten.Sewing, English Miss L. Sheppa.Music, Art, English Miss M. D. Gaines.Mathematics Miss E. A. Moore.English, Dramatics, History 32 HE second year of the high school cadet organization in Analy Union High School has ended after nine months of success and a world of snappy pep. More was accomplished this past year than the year previous as the experience gained in 1918-19 was a strong factor in the work this year. The cadets have made a record that they should be justly proud of and they should endeavor to carry on the fine work in the years to come. The cadets were commanded this year by Major Commandant Byron C. Nason, formerly of the aviation service during the war. He has a long service in various military organizations beside having served as cadet instructor in other schools. Major Nason was the man needed to instill the snap and order that were lacking last year, and although hindered by other duties that demanded much of his time, he did all that the boys could wish to place the cadet organiza¬ tion on a sound military basis. The officers of the first company, who were commissioned last commencement, were Homer Thomas, cap¬ tain; Walter Carrothers, 1st lieutenant; Howard Heintz, 2nd lieu¬ tenant; Don Scott, 1st sergeant (non-commissioned). The officers of the second company, who were commissioned at the same time were, Don Walker, captain; Westwood Case, 1st lieutenant; Glenn Winkler, 2nd lieutenant; and Douglas Toffelmier, 1st sergeant. All during the year the boys were trying out for the cadet major’s position. This was part of the work of every cadet officer. The cadets were taken on several practice shoots last fall over by Santa Rosa and very creditable marks were made by many boys, Don Walker, Vern Woods, and Glenn Winkler making high marks most consistently. In the rifle practice work Theodore Woolsey deserves much praise as he utilized his experience in the army, during the late war, to aid the boys in learning the intricacies of the heavy rifles. Be¬ sides the rifle practice the cadets were taken on many practice skirmish drills, this branch of tactics being studied under Major Nason. The boys have made splendid progress in this work, due largely to Major Nason’s ability to impart the necessary knowledge and also to the help rendered by Samuel Lehrberger, who spent over twelve months 33 in the infantry, while our country was engaged in war. Lehrberger made himself popular by his actions on the field as he possessed a thorough knowledge of military tactics and presented his suggestions in a manner that had no trace of the condescension, so often apparent in the relations of an army man towards a high school cadet organi¬ zation. His aid this year has been valuable and he will be missed next year. After enough preliminary skirmish practice had been accomplished, the major announced that the two companies would be matched against each other in that kind of drill. This was done several times. Finally a day came when blank cartridges were issued to the boys, the officers were equipped with blank thirty-eight revolvers, over one hundred and fifty bombs and hand grenades were made and issued to the boys and the great sham battle in the hills, north of Analy, occured. Captain Walker was sent out to hold a heavily wooded hill. Cap¬ tain Thomas led his company out fifteen minutes later to attack the second company’s stronghold and win the hill if possible. A first rate battle took place with smoke and flashes of fire breaking from the brush on the hillside, the crack of rifle fire and the thunder of dynamite bombs being almost deafening. After two hours of hard work Captain Thomas’ men reached the hilltop, tired, hot, and with ranks sadly depleted. The battle was declared a draw. Several minor casualties occurred, but those hurt declared that it only added zest to the combat. All in all it was a great day. In March final promotions were made after hard tests in theory, ability to command, field tactics, and appearance. Captain Homer Thomas was promoted to the coveted position of battalion major, the first cadet major in the county, and the ranking cadet officer in this county. Samuel Lehrberger, in recognition of his ability and service in the army was commissioned battalion adjutant. The following is the list of the Analy battalion: Major, Homer Thomas. Adjutant, Samuel Lehrberger. Captain, Don Walker, 125 Co. Captain, Westwood Case, 126 Co. First Lieut., Glenn Winkler, 125 Co. First Lieut., Howard Heintz, 126 Co. Second Lieut., Denman Barlow, 125 Co. Second Lieut., Douglas Toffelmier, 126 Co. Non-Commissioned officers: First Sergeant, Harold Hotle, 125 Co. First Sergeant, Warren Hillard, 126 Co. 34 CADET BATTALION, 1920 Officers, Left to Right of Picture—Major Commanda nt B. G. Nason, Major H. Thomas, Adjutant S. Lehrberger, D. Walker, Captain W. Case, First Lieut. G. Winkler, First Lieut. H. Hemtz, Second Lieut. D. Toffelmier. Sergeants, Delbert Bruce, Wesley Meyer, Daniel Conaway, Fred Jansen, Elwyn Pye. Corporals, Wilbur Barlow, Paul Chase, Grant Hillis, Fred McMullin, Bertram Bishop, Tom Thomas. The cadets gave splendid service at the big boxing show, hand¬ ling the huge crowd, and preserving order as well as regular military men. They have made a record this year and have shown, in nearly every case, the right spirit to make their work count. They enlisted to the strength of 104 and kept their strength throughout the year. They have added a snap and tone to the school that no other organiza¬ tion has the power to do and the exercise involved in the cadet work has been of great value to every boy in both physical and mental ways. The cadets have been a success so far. Analy must not fail their traditions of the past. The spirit of Analy must not let the cadet organization fall in the future. All luck and a bright future to the cadets next year and success to the officers and Major Nason is our hearty wish. H. T., ANALY. 35 BOYS’ BASKETBALL Manager.George Winkler Captain Unlimited Team.Walter Carrothers Captain 130-pound Team.Carl Williamson BOYS’ TRACK Manager.Denman Barlow Assistant Manager.George Winkler BOYS’ BASEBALL Manager.Lewis Thomas Captain. ....Alfred Collins BOYS’ TENNIS Manager.Harold Hotle Captain.Albert Nolan GIRLS’ TENNIS Manager.Helen McMannis Captain.Jean Scotford JtakdiraU A T the beginning of training last fall Geo. Winkler was elected c v manager of the basketball team. Walter Carrothers was chosen captain of the unlimited team and Carl Williamson was elected to the same office of the 130-lb. team. When fall training started it was sure as fine a lot of athletes as ever reported to any athletic activity in Analy. Den. Barlow, the famous hero of the 1917-18 championship team was back again with all his pep and strength. It was thought for a while he would be unable to play because of a high blood pressure, but when the league games rolled around he was in perfect condition and ready to take his place in the center of the court. Walter Carrothers was the leading forward. He showed great work in ringing the basket and played a fast and clever game re- 37 gardless of whom he was against. The other forward was Fred Busher, a very capable man for the position, but on account of his having so much work to do at home and at school he was unable to train to his perfect form, although he did his best and what more can you ask of any man? The guarding staff on the team was the strongest part of the team. Wilbur Barlow and Don Scott held their positions and any one who saw them in action had no doubt but they were the only men for the job. But five men can’t make a basketball team, so now I must say a word about the utility men. Glenn Winkler was our second string center. He played a good game but did not take to basketball seri¬ ous enough to become a regular. K. Woodford, Bruce, Davidson and L. Proctor were the other men who held down the bench. They are all husky fellows and a lot of good work is expected of them next season. Now a word for the 130-lb. team. Like the unlimited team the 130-lb. team was put put of the pennant race by being defeated by the Santa Rosa midgets in a fast game. Carl Williamson, captain of the team was the leading man on which the team was built around. He played on every position on the team but his favorite spot was forward. “Frenchie” Raulet was the other forward, one of the veterans of the 1917-18 team. He is just as fast and clever as he ever was. Harold Hotle played forward in several games when Williamson was taking his post at another position. This was his first year in basketball and he is expected to be one of the leading stars next season. “Art Orchard held the position of center. This is also his first year in the game but with the experience he has had this season he will be able to do much better next year. The 130-lb. team had one of the best guarding staff that ever played on a high school team. Homer Thomas, another star of the team of two years ago, was again on the field to help make a winning team. The other guard, .‘Elgi” Jackson, a fast and furious little fellow showed the fans what a fellow can do if he is willing to work. The utility of the team were Vern Wood and Jack Milner. Enough said about basketball. 38 03 H o o S V i ? o fT fl r+ «-i- o ? s 70-r ci5 ' T coo c 2 - r J£g m o ° ?!: 2- P N d- m q p H 2 S? T3 o - o r 0 ° ST o H S-r fh o pg • TO p c S . ft 0Q fl Crt • o bottom Kow, Lett to Kight—L. Jackson, H. I nomas, C. Williamson, Captain; P. Raulet, H. Hotle. W H o o S V a PO p o 2 3 r3 3? n a Xo 7 OQ U) | 2To tn I no fu • s § “ o w ? 8-g x “ | • s O m g 3 I r£ P-kJ P m i«p o — o S: t ' O O’O rrom Lett to Kight—Arthur Urchard, Uenman barlow, Albert INolan, Uon bcott, tlarold tlotle. BOYS’ TENNIS TEAM From Left to Right—Arthur Orchard, Denman Barlow, Albert Nolan, Don Scott, Harold Hotle. %a]js f tennis A NALY this year has one of the finest tennis teams that has appear- ed on the court for many years. The fellows that represented Analy’s tennis team this year were: “Cap” Nolan, Arthur Orchard, Denman Barlow and Harold Hotle. In the first game of the spring we invaded the courts of Petaluma High School and the boys did remarkably well, but lost. The team was weak at this game because of the loss of “Cap” Nolan, the star player, who on account of his broken wrist was unable to play. ttt JVtraljr H OXING, the one sport that made John L. “Battling” Nelson, Jack C Dempsey, and scores of other world famous boxers and won for them fame and a sack of “kale” has of late become an inter¬ collegian sport. Intercollegian meets for fistiana supremacy are held since it first became a major sport in the United States army, and later in all the leading universities and colleges throughout the world. Even the co-eds discuss the fighters and their chances against so and so. It is to Analy Union High School that the credit of being the first high school in the State to introduce this wonderful sport in the secon¬ dary schools is due. On the eleventh day of November, 1919, the day of the Armistice, Analy was called upon to do her bit in celebr ating the great occasion of the ending of the World War, at Santa Rosa. It was decided to give a boxing show. The first boxing meet ever held by a high school, so in order to make it more interesting we decided to send a challenge to all the high schools in the county, but without avail, as none of the high schools had ever thought of it. As all the boys had their minds set upon it they decided to give a boxing show among themselves, so in the big tent on the high school grounds of Santa Rosa the Analy boxers made their first public appearance. The boys that were willing to help in celebrating on this great day were: Homer Thomas vs. Fred Busher; Glenn Winkler vs. Lawrence Proctor; Lewis Thomas vs. Albert Nolan. At these exhibition bouts there were no decisions. These boys did exceedingly well and it was the talk of the leading business men of Santa Rosa, who helped to put on this show, “that Analy was the 39 school that really showed the good old school spirit, there isn’t a school in the county that has the ‘pep,’ the ‘jazz’ that Analy has, it leads all other schools in activities and scholarship.” So fellows, let’s keep up the good work! Mr. Nason, a member of the faculty, formerly a United States Army officer, is really the man that we must credit of promoting this new school sport. It was he that first instructed us fellows in this manly art of self defense. It was through Mr. Nason’s hard work and capable management that we were able to put on successfully the big boxing show in the Apple Growers’ building. More appears about this show in other columns. flasdrall |N early February a baseball meeting was called for the purpose of reorganizing a baseball team for the season. Glenn Winkler, manager of last year’s team presided, and Lewis Thomas was elected to manage the team. The election of captain was put off on account of the uncertainty as to who would compose the first team. Over thirty-five boys signed up with Manager Thomas for baseball. There never has been so much interest taken in any athletic sport in the history of Analy Union High School. Finally the team was formed and Alfred Collins was elected cap¬ tain. The boys who successfully made the team were: A. Buletti, catcher; A. Collins and Winkler, pitchers; T. Worth, 1st base; Geo. Winkler, 2d base; Glenn Winkler and Collins, 3d base; Fred Jansen, left field; Carl Williamson, center field; Ted Woolsey and Toffelmier, right field; Raulet, Woods and Bruce, extras. The first game was played with Santa Rosa at Santa Rosa. It was at this game that we showed Santa Rosa what we could do. Santa Rosa was advertising the game by saying that Analy was never known to have won a game with their team. But when the last man was down it was a different story. Analy had won, the score being 5 to 4. It was one of the hardest fought games of the season. Both teams were playing wonderful ball, the score tied in the ninth inning with Analy at the bat, two out and Glenn Winkler on third base with Geo. Winkler at the bat with two strikes, and two balls. The Santa Rosa pitcher was winding up to deliver the final ball; he threw and George stood ready to drive the winning run. He swung and sure enough George had connected with the ball and ‘‘smashed the right one over,” 40 BASEBALL TEAM 1RACK TEAM TRACK TEAM as it went over the third baseman’s head and thus won the game for Analy. The first league game was played with Healdsburg, when on April 20th the Analy ball team journeyed to Sotoyome capital and beat their high school to a score of 3 to 2. Both teams played wonderful ball, Collins, Analy’s pitcher striking out 10 men and Hitchcock of Healdsburg, 12. [HO said Analy hasn’t a track team. Think twice before you say it. Just listen to this and then change your mind a little: At the Northern Division of the C. I. F. Field and Track Meet held at Stanford April 9, 1920, the Analy boys captured fourth place. This is the best Analy has ever done in so large a meet as this. Six athletes attended this meet and every one helped to make the twenty points that we received. Glenn Winkler was the largest point winner. He took second place in the javelin, fourth place in the discus, fourth place in the high hurdles. Delbert Bruce was next high in point winning. He did great work in the high jump tying for first place. Denman Barlow captured second place in the low hurdles in a fast race. Donald Osborn, a 120-pounder, took second place in the eight pound shot put. Collins, our new athlete, showed great form and took third place in the twelve pound shot put and fourth in the one hundred yard dash. Lawrence Proctor took fourth place in the broad jump. At the time of printing neither of the county meets had taken place but the fellows looked like winners. Wx$ Boxing •S ' linUr HE biggest show, also the most entertaining and unusual, in the history of Sebastopol, was given the night of April 15th, by the boys of Analy who have been studying boxing under the supervision of Major Byron G. Nason. The show was the first in many ways; the first all high school boxing show ever held in the State of California, the first boxing show to be held in Sebastopol in ten years, the first time the school has ever held an entertainment of any kind that over 1,500 people have attended, the first show where over $400 net profit was realized for the student body; and last, yet probably the most unique feature, was the first appearance of the world’s heavyweight 41 champion in the role of referee and participant in a high school boxing show. Analy accomplished the biggest success in its history that night. But to tell the whole story—the story of the progress in boxing in Analy is told elsewhere—and explain how a world’s champion boxer came to notice the little country high school boys. When the idea of a boxing show was first put forward it was realized that most people did not believe that high school boxing was worth going to see. Many believed that every bout would be faked and that there would be but little evidence of science in the game. Then, too, there were many people who had no other conception of the boxing game than a gory, savage battle where brute force and cruelty reigned supreme. These people must be convinced that the sport was one of the best in the athletic category. A stellar drawing card must be arranged to attract a large crowd. The editor of The Analyan, being a boxing fan, ran several news “stories” in the columns of the monthly paper. He also sent a copy, each month, to Warren W. Brown, sport editor of the San Francisco Call. Mr. Brown was a former Sebastopol boy and as a result he evinced a lively interest in the activities of the Analy boys in the boxing game. He upheld the contention of the boys that they were the first high school boys in this state to have boxing as a high school sport and boosted them repeatedly in the sport pages of the Call. Then as the date for the boxing show grew near, Homer Thomas, inspired with a wild fancy, wrote a letter to Mr. Brown asking him if he would attempt to secure some nationally famous boxing character to appear at the Analy boys show. It was an idea that was laughed at and the spirit of the Analy boys was ridiculed, but they sent the letter, nevertheless. Then came the letter from Mr. Brown saying that Jack Dempsey, world’s heavy weight champion boxer would come to Analy and do anything in his power to help the Analy boys. The news was almost too wonderful to be true and even until the last day many of the men about town refused to believe that he would appear. But the boys believed. The manager of the Apple Growers’ Union, Mr. E. C. Merritt, kindly loaned the boys the use of the huge Sebastopol packing house. Mr. Hess, the local lumber dealer, loaned the boys all the lumber necessary to construct the seats and Mr. F. Bill of the Sebastopol Berry Growers gave the boys the use of all the berry chests to make supports for the seats. Then the boys, under the supervision of Major Byron Nason, built the finest ring and seats ever seen in this vicinity. The boys were training hard and were in splendid condition for the 42 BOXERS bouts the day that Dempsey arrived in Sebastopol. The champion, accompanied by Warren W. Brown, Edgar “Scoop” Gleeson, and Joe Marron of the San Francisco Call, and Teddy Hayes, arrived in Santa Rosa at four o’clock and were met by a huge delegation of Analyans. He was brought to Sebastopol in W. J. Robinson’s automobile and to the school where he was introduced to the students. Seldom has a man ever received a more vociferous welcome or one so hearty and friendly. After Dempsey had made a little talk and had been photo¬ graphed with the school’s students, he was the guest of honor at a banquet held in the Gravenstein Cafe. Then came the big night and the boxing show, the night that was to put Analy on the map for all time as a live school. The huge pack¬ ing house was well filled, despite the worst storm of the winter, and many of the crowd of spectators were women and high school girls. Then the champion walked in and the building shook with cheers. Fifteen high school boxing bouts were staged and two wrestling matches, while the champion boxed one round with “Battling” Glenn Winkler, the Analy heavy champion, and three rounds with Teddy Haynes, his sparring partner. Dempsey also refereed several of the bouts. The show was a big hit with every person that attended. The orderly manner that the crowd preserved throughout the evening was due to the cadets, who acted as ushers and patrols. The first bout of the evening was between Analy’s little fellows, Lester Wyatt and Dovey Fellows. The following boys also boxed or wrestled in the show—James Ward, Berton Gericke, Carl Ross, Law- son Fenn, Jack Milner, Benjamin Benovitch, Warren Hillard, Fred Heintsen, Tom Thomas, Art Orchard, Louis Pitts, Will McHugh, Alfred Collins, Lynwood Ames, Douglas Toffelmier, Don Walker, Fred Busher, Rollo Winkler, Charles Rice, Orlo Winkler, Ralph Chatterdon, Tom Worth, Earl Carillo, Leston Heintz, Homer Thomas and Lewis Thomas. Albert Nolan was to have boxed in the show but a badly sprained wrist prevented his appearance. Harry Hutton was to have boxed Lewis Thomas but contracted tonsilitis and was forced to stay in bed for several days thus losing his chance to box. The show was a grand success financially, for over $1,250 was taken in, leaving nearly $400 clear profit for the student body after all the expenses were paid. It is certain now that a show will now be an annual event and that the future shows will be largely patronized by those who attended the Analy Boxing Show of 1920. The thanks of the entire school have been given to Jack Dempsey for his kindness in coming to Analy. 43 (Girls ' basketball VIRUS’ Basketball at Analy this year has not had the opportunity to be so prominent as in previous years. Girls’ basketball is no longer in the league, so very few interschool games were played. Many interclass games were played, however, and great interest and enthu¬ siasm was shown. The game played with Tomales, one of the first games of the season, was the only one in which we were defeated. In the interclass game in which the Seniors and Freshmen played the Juniors and Sophomores, the Seniors and Freshmen won. It was a very fast game, and some very good work was displayed. The line-up of the first team was as follows: Margaret McHugh and Fay Cranson, guards; Violet Hastings, Nellie Jensen, forwards; Hazel Cranson, Hilda Anderson, side centers; and Gladys Bruce touch centers. Substituting for our first team were Myrtle Hastings, Fay Cranson, Alta Williams and Thelma Hawes. We all realized that it was hard to obtain the “pep” and fighting spirit when there was no longer a pennant or pennants to strive for. The happy trips that we once took to meet our foes were a thing of the past; but do not think for a moment that we gave up that daily “run” to the gym, togged in our starched middies and suits ready for the eternal practice. But it was a happy period for it must be known that a girl loves to feel the blood rush through her veins and then plunge into that cold shower, at the end of the period, as well as our boy athletes of Analy. The captain of the team was Thelma Hawes, and their manager, Violet Hastings. The basketball season lasted until the middle of February and then the team of ’20 left the basketball idly in its place to take up the spring sports until the season comes again. In the interclass games which were played between the classes were very exciting games. The games which the Juniors and Fresh¬ men played the Sophomores and Seniors was the fastest interclass game played. The Sophomores and Seniors won. Wttis dermis URRAY for the Girls! Seldom in the history of any high school is found such a record for doing things in athletics, on the part of the girls, as is chronicled in the annuals of Analy Union High School, for the past years. Their consistent winning and their reputation for “pep” and school spirit has brought the blue and white girls’ athletic 44 GIRLS’ TENNIS TEAM Left to Right—Helen McMannis, Lois Cox, Jean Scotford, Lucile Boude, Margaret Silk. GIRLS’ TENNIS TEAM Left to Right—Helen McMannis, Lois Cox, Jean Scotford, Lucile Boude, Margaret Silk. teams, not only to the attention of our boys of Analy, but to all Cali¬ fornia. They had not that desire to sit back and watch the boys of the school win the pennants, break the records, or show the “pep”; but they did their share willingly this year, which has gained many laurels for Analy. Jean Scotford, our star player and captain, played 52 games when we met Petaluma at their own court. The team won 3 events, loosing one. The first singles were played by Jean Scotford and Margaret Silk substituting, which was the main event of the day. Lucile Boude also played singles but she met her Waterloo, and lost by a small margin. The winners of the doubles were Jean Scotford and Lucile Boude. “Mugs” Silk assisted “Cap” Nolan who, also, won the doubles from Petaluma, this bringing home the colors of three events. Many interclass tournaments were played, but the main game of the season was when the school tournament took place, in which every girl in school took part. Even Miss Clark, thanks to her winning and accommodating way, allowed those wild creatures, the “Freshies” to enter the courts. Clad in their clean starched middies, they stepped gingerly into their first battle. Lois Cox was the winner of this great tournament, but she had hard fight for the championship. Gladys Bruce, the “Soph,” put up a mighty hard scrap for the wonderful racket, that was presented the winner of the tournament by Mr. W. S. Borba, the ever true friend of Analy. Gladys worked hard for the Spalding $12.50 racket, which was awarded her for defeating every girl in Analy. Gladys and Lois played off the last set on November 24th, and Lois won the tourna¬ ment by one game only, the score being 4-5. The Sophomores work¬ ed hard not only for the racket, but for the honor that that class might lead the school. But the loyal Juniors, (remember I’m a Junior) carried home the racket. Mr. Borba attended one of our athletic assemblies, and presented the racket to the winner, and to Gladys, the second, he presented two tennis balls for her good work and wonderful spirit until the final defeat. The interclass tournament was played between the Junior and Seniors in the last part of November, and was won by the Seniors. ,Analjr (lids’ fratk HE second big event for the girls was the interclass track meet the first of its kind ever held in Analy. The Freshmen had the best of it as far as numbers were but the Seniors certainly put in some bright and shining stars. The high jump proved to be one of the 45 most popular events of the meet and much pep was added to this com¬ petition by the fact that our music teacher, Miss Sheppa, who holds the state record for high jump, came out in " gym togs and showed the girls just what they could do if they tried. The meet included all the usual track events, the 50 yard dash, 100 yard dash, high jump, 100 yard relay, hurdle dash running, hop, step, and jump, baseball and basketball throws, goal shooting and discus throw. When train¬ ing first started just after the Christmas holidays there was much puff¬ ing, blowing and letting off of steam generally by the would be sprinters, but with slow and steady practice we finally got into the swing of the thing, and did a little real running. The girls undertook the entire management of the meet, and car¬ ried things off in a most orderly manner, under the supervision of their manager, Alyce Williams. Jean came in strong on the megaphone work and Margaret Silk shot the gun. Miss Clark, our instructor, and “Willie,” the manager, standing by watching the girls “go,” so what more could you ask for? Inez Card lead the Freshies. She won the high jump in the meet by a large score. Martha Bussman and Marna Kynaston weie the main “broad jumpers.” Alice Fellers, Gladys Bruce, Mugs Silk and many of the girls of each class entered the different dashes. We intend to have a Spring Track Meet every year and on a larger scale as the girls get in better shape. It is one of the finest sports a girl can indulge in if properly supervised, and there is certainly a lot of satisfaction in knowing you can run fast if you have to. Jffolk Panting Another sport that the girls adopted this last term, was folk danc¬ ing. Some of our girls did not care to participate in the basketball, track or tennis for this reason, mainly, dancing began. Miss Clark, our Dean of the Girls, reserved a day a week to adopt to the Folk Dancing. The class was quite large and some very clever work was done. The instruction was given by Miss Clark and Miss Albert of the faculty, who are very clever along that line. The greatest event put on along this line, was our pageant which look place after the girls’ track meet. Some wonderful skill and abil¬ ity was shone on the lawn of our campus that day. It was a marvelous day for our pageant and it was a great success, which displayed the results of the many hours put on “Folk Dancing.” Some individual dances were given by many of the girls of the class. One was given by Florence Schultz, Alyce Williams, and some other girls in the class. 46 Dances by groups were given and the girls showed some very clever work. It has been a very interesting “sport” for some of the girls who do not care, or are not able to stand the hard training it takes to e nter into the other sports. The audience was large that attended our pageant, and our instruc¬ tor intends to continue this sport in Analy in years to come. EDITORIAL Jkzalm taff Homer Thomas .... George Winkler .... Jean Scotford. Lewis Thomas . Alyce Williams. Anna Strider . Fred Busher . Ralph Chatterdon . Lucille Boude . Ruth Rogers . Denman Barlow .... Harold Hotle . Carl Williamson .... John Caniff . Don Walker . Douglas Toffelmier .Editor .Associate Editor .Art Editor .Sport Editor .Girls’ Sport Editor .Activities Editor .Josh Editor .Dramatics Editor .Alumni Editor .Exchange Editor .Senior Representative .Junior Representative .Sophomore Representative ...Freshman Representative .Business Manager ...Assistant Manager The Azalea this year is endeavoring to place a new construction upon the Analy Year Book. We desire to make a book for the school, for each and all of the four classes, for all the students. Previous to this year’s issue the Azalea has been primarily for the Seniors. The rest of the school has been considered incidental. The Seniors realized that the entire school was necessary to make us the success we have attained and that the entire school should share and share alike. It may be dangerous but we believe it to be worth while. “All for one and one for all.” one NCE more The Azalea is ready to be given to the students and pat¬ rons of Analy Union High School. The Azalea marks the end of of the most successful years in the history of the school and the 48 f w7 Athletic Editor J . ' ' Alumni Editor Jl. Xj£jL Wi (h scc-fil. dirt ' s Athletic Editor lA, V • Art Editor Assistant Alanager Editcr-m-chiet Associate Editor Business Manager Exchange Editor Josh Editor Q ■ w-w . 5 Activity Editor only wish of the editor and staff is that it be worthy, in the estimation of its readers, to rank as an achievement equal to those other events that have occurred this year. The Azalea is now on a firm footing and is at last receiving the support of the people of the community. It has rightfully earned a niche in the hearts of all interested in the welfare and advancement of the school for The Azalea holds a place in the records of Analy that never can be displaced. The ten years of Analy’s growth have all been recorded for the guidance of the future students of this school and if this Azalea serves the purpose for which it was created, that of renewing interest in Analy, and of being a store house of memory for the future, we are satisfied. EN years have passed since Analy opened its doors to receive the youth of this district and be an institution where knowledge might be acquired for the battle of life. The ten years have marked a wonderful growth and have been a constant record of high achieve¬ ment. Then the building, in which we still study and spend four years of our lives, was large and fine enough. Not over seventy-five or one hundred students were enrolled. Now we have an enrollment of over two hundred and forty students with every prospect of having over three hundred before two more years pass. Since the school first opened a fine manual training shop has been built. The shop now ranks as one of the best in all the country high schools of the state and every boy will agree that it is one of the best advantages of Analy. The students of Analy, by their own efforts, from the raising of money to the actual manual construction built a gymnasium in which to have their games and social affairs. This has been another improvement that we could never have gone with out. Then, last summer, the peo¬ ple of the district voted bonds to build a new auditorium for the town and the school. Well enough. But the bond election came too late. The money voted has proved inadequate to meet the rapid soaring of prices of all building material and it now appears that it will be years before the auditorium is ever built. Now this Azalea wishes to be the first to venture a prophecy. Analy will be so large within a short span of five years that a new school building will be necessary. This is a fact easily discerned to those who have seen conditions in Analy this year. We may as well be prepared to face the issue squarely. It will mean a new bond elec¬ tion and an increase in taxes, but the boys and girls of this district are well worth the cost. We could write reams about this matter, yet we are satisfied if we merely plant the seed that will sprout and mature 49 into new schools in the years to come. We will be ready then to take up the gauntlet and enter in the fight. So we are satisfied at present to make the prophecy. In the short span of five years Analy will need a new, modern school building. Be prepared to give it to her. WELL MEANING MORTALS HERE is an abundance of well meaning mortals in this world, in this state and in this town that do so very much tp hinder all progressive works. They are the ones that in the superlative goodness of their souls can not believe that a bunch of healthy school children should have the usual school parties. They are the ones that see an at¬ tempt to corrupt the morals of the students when an attempt is made to teach them citizenship. “They are teaching them to be radicals. They are making our children to doubt religion. How awful!’’ they cry in holy horror when it is taught that the common citizens must be on the watch for corrup¬ tion in our governments. Let the teacher of biology explain the pre¬ cepts of Darwin and a few old fashioned people declare that the teacher is a heathen. Let the school children take a lively interest in municipal affairs and they are labeled as too precocious. Let them un¬ dertake to promote some big venture and they are laughed at and discouraged. It is sad but very, very true. The school, in this community at least, is one of the livest organiza¬ tions and is doing more fine advertising than any other local body. Analy has done more to give Sebastopol a name of being alive than any other one organization. Let those who have vision and a sense of perspective take up the arms of defense against those well meaning mortals that can not see but that school is a place to send children to keep them quiet and out of the parents’ way for the day. Let the old idea that the school is a prison where only reading and writing and arithmatic are taught be done away with. Analy needs encourage¬ ment and help. Be an Analy booster. Analy will continue to boost Sebastopol. 50 IEire Class of Ctoertt|r By HOWARD HEINTZ, ’20 We mounted the stair of the Analy lair. And tried to see our fate. Beyond the door we smelled the spoor. We knew we were not too late. For many weeks we looked like freaks. And we were cause for fun. We took it all but oh, that stall. We gave them too, some run. We’ll never forget those days you bet. When we were Freshies young. Thru the upper men by strength of ken. In the water barrel we were flung. As Sophs we merged, we couldn’t be urged To say that we didn’t know. For in those days with our youngster ways. We knew what, we had to know. Then came the day when we wouldn’t say nay. And were rated Juniors fine; With stately grace we set the pace. We had no cause to pine. With a shining light that comes with the fight. As Seniors we are passing. The knowledge devoured our fame being towered; We go without your asking. With a lightsome smile that’s always in style. We’ll step into the world; We’ll toil and sweat and laugh and fret, But always in the swirl. So end us here, but have no fear. That we shall die in vain. Though we are gone for e’er so long. We’ll know no mortal pain. My time is short for this great sport. And so I’ll too be gone; But mark my word you mortal bird. We’ll sing the sweetest song. 51 ' YjT HE annual Analy operetta was given as usual this year on the evening of December 18th, 1919, at Lincoln Hall. It was “The Feast of the Little Lanterns,” by Paul Bliss. Directed by Miss Sheppa, accompanied by the orchestra, staged by the Girls’ Glee, and costumed by Miss Van Etten’s sewing class, the production could not help being the success it was. Following is the story of the operetta: The ancestral estate of Prince Chan is held in trust until the night of the “Feast of the Little Lanterns,” when it shall be given over to any two surviving children. Princess Chan, having lost her brother and sister when they were all children at play in the mountain summer home of the Prince, is in great sorrow at the thought of losing her home which, however, is saved for her. The first act opens with the celebration of the Feast of the Little Lanterns, various legends being woven into the text of the songs. The Governess, who would regulate affairs of children in China, and the little maid who adores her mistress cause some amusement and enter¬ tainment. Then the surprise for the princess is introduced in the person of the little Japanese juggler girl, who pleases them mightily until summoned to the palace. The chorus departs and the curtain falls with the sorrowing Princess alone in the garden. In the second act the Princess is discovered still alone and lament¬ ing. The chorus comes back with Wee Ling caught in mischief; after which the little juggler girl rushes in with the announcement that the Emperor has information that the sister of the Princess Chan is alive and near, and orders that every place be searched. In searching the garden for her, the little maid finds a locket which the juggler maid claims as her’s, in which is found the half of a coin which exactly matches the one worn by the Princess. They recognize each other as sisters, and are overjoyed that the home shall continue to be theirs. 52 The Feast of the Little Lanterns is progressing with great gaity as the curtain falls. PROGRAM Act 1 1. Overture 2. Chorus, Pretty Little Lantern—Solo.Florence Shultes 3. Solo— On a Day Long Ago”.Princess Chan 4. Solo—“There Ought to Be a Law in China”.Ow Long 5. Solo Ghost Song . Wee Ling 6. Solo and Chorus Juggler Song.Mai Kee 7. Solo, a Chinese Love Song.Mai Kee 8. Juggler Maidens’ Farewell.Juggler Maids 9. Chorus, Slow, Slow Act 2 1. Solo, 0 Beautiful.Princess Chan 2. Chorus, ‘‘We Have Caught Wee Ling” 3. Solo, “The Beautiful Peacock”.Wee Ling 4. Solo, “Up Her Sleeve”.Ow Long 5. Solo, “See My Hands Are Empty”.Mai Kee 6. Chorus, “Let Every place Be Searched” 7. Duet, Ah With Joy”.Princess Chan 8. Chorus, “0 Great Red Dragon”.Mai Kee 9. Chinese Dance. .Miss Elsa Albert 10. Finale Jimtal N April 14, 1920 the members of the class in music methods gave a recital for their parents and friends. Under the leadership of Miss Sheppa an attractive program of a score or more songs, solo and chorus and several piano members were presented. Following is the program: I— Piano Solo, La Czarine.Ganne Violet Hastings II— Two Tuscan Folk Songs.Caracolli 1. A Streamlet Full of Flowers 2. Nearest and Dearest The Class III—Three Songs.Carrie Jacobs Bond 1. Just Awearayin’ For You 2. Still Unexpressed 3. I love You Truly Hilda Anderson 53 IV— Two Songs 1. Rockin’ in De Wind.Neidlinger 2. From the Land of the Sky Blue Water.Cadman Ruth Gray V— Piano Solo, Canzone Amoroso.Nevin Lois Marshall VI— Two Songs 1. Today.Carrie Jacobs Bond 2. The Owl.John Barnes Wells Corrine Layton VII— Two Songs 1. To You .Oley Speaks 2. Lindy . Neidlinger Sylvia Sheffer VIII— Two Songs 1. The Gondola.Henry Smart 2. Santa Lucia .Italian The Class IX— Venetian Boat Song.Mendelssohn Sweet Miss Mary. Neidlinger Marjory Anderson X— The Four Leaf Clover Sylvia .Oley Speaks Marna Kynaston XI— Two Songs 1. Bendemeer’s Stream .Gatty 2. Twilight.Katherine Glenn Mildred Shelley XII— Two Songs 1. Where My Caravan Has Rested 2. In a Garden.Park Loraine Marshall XIII— Over the Steppe.Gretchaninoff Corals .Bryson Treharne Miss Sheppa iEmstrel I|otu jiN N the twenty-fourth of January, nineteen hundred and twenty the Analy Boys’ Glee Club presented the first big old fashioned negro minstrel show ever given by Analy. Under the capable and earnest direction of Miss Louise Sheppa, director of music at Analy, 54 the show was a stupendous success both financially and dramatically. It was written by Fred Busher and Ralph Chatterdon in conjunc¬ tion with Miss Sheppa. The show was staged in the Auditorium with the stage temporarily extended out in front about four feet, this mak¬ ing quite a fair sized stage. The first act opens on a scene in a park with twelve dusky min¬ strels seated on benches in a semi-circle, in the center of which is seated the interlocutor, Fred Busher, arrayed in evening clothes. Af¬ ter some ten or fifteen minutes of good clean, snappy joking, sev¬ eral songs and a little eccentric dancing by Brer Mose, the Sunflower Chorus, which has been very cleverly concealed upon the stage, bobs up and sings a song much to the astonishment of the other dusky brethren. The scene closes as they exit singing, after deciding to visit their old plantation. The second act opens as the brethren now more in number, walk in on old Mammy, who receives each one with a big smacking kiss. On the middle of the darkened stage is a camp fire around which the negroes seat themselves, and sing several old “camp meetin’ ” songs and listen to a sermon by Brer Mose, a solo by Joshuay, a recitation by Topsy and watch a cake walk by the Sunflower Chorus of pick- aninies. Act three opens with Bones and Joshuay discovered singing, after which the rest enter singing the Levee Song and follow with “Massa’s in De Cold Ground” and exit leaving Fred Busher singing “Old Black Joe.” The program follows: MINSTREL SHOW—A. U. H. S.—BOY’S GLEE CLUB Assisted by A. U. H. S. Orchestra Overture by Orchestra Part I—Scene, a Park 1 • Song . Dixie 2. Dance. Brer Mose 3. Sunflower Chorus 4. Song.Old Folks at Home 5. Solo—Old Virginia, I Love You.Nicodemus 6. Song.Carry Me Back to Old Virginny Part II—Scene, a Darky Cabin 1. Lullaby . Joshuay 2. Song .Alexander’s Band is Back in Dixie Land 3. Cake Walk .A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight 4. Sermon . Brer Mose 55 5. 6 . 7. 8 . 9. 10 . 1 . 2 . 3. 4. Song ... Recitation—Mary’s Little Lamb Song. Song . Song . Song . .0 Dem Golden Slippers ..Topsy Good News in de Kingdom .Our Lord Heal de Sick .Go Down, Moses .Uncle Ned Part III—Scene, a Cotton Field Duet—Get Away From dis Cornfield.Bones and Joshuay Song .Levee Song Song .Massa’s in de Cold, Cold Ground Solo .Old Black Joe CAST OF Interlocutor .Fred Busher Josephus.Wilbur Barlow Mr. Johnsing....Walter Carrothers Brer Mose .Ralph Chatterdon Sam .Denman Barlow Rastus .Edwin McManus Elijah .Fred McMullen Elisha.Paul Chase Bones .Westwood Case Snowball .Rollo Winkler PLAYERS Nicodemus .Don Walker Joshuay .Daniel Conaway Sambo .Lawson Fenn Dinah .Kenneth Woodward Uncle .Delbert Bruce Topsy .Wesley Silk Sunflower Chorus—Benepe, Silk, Fisher, Wyatt, Wilson, Meyer, Jensen, Fellows. Old Black Joe.Fred Busher TO THE POPPY California’s fairest flower Thou art, and ever will be. You turn the fields from green to gold, The little children love thee. Clouds that float above the sky. Oft’ pause in pathless marching. To greet the sweet smile of your bloom, Where butterflies are darting. When night comes you gently nod. In slumber you sweetly fold; The moon shines down with gentle ray On California’s gold. —By Alice Blackney, ’21. 56 emor Class HE Senior class of 1920 started off last year in high school by electing Douglas Toffelmier president and Jean Scotford sec¬ retary and treasurer, and Denman Barlow, athletic representative. Early in the year they procured their rings and pins and also picked out the kind of invitations they wished. They immediately got all the offices, either by election or by ex¬ amination, that Seniors could possibly hold. They also started with the idea that everything they did would be the biggest that could be done. Soon some of the Seniors conceived the idea of putting out a monthly paper. It was not long after that this paper came out under the editorship of Homer Thomas, Douglas Toffelmier, assistant editor and Don Walker, manager. At first the paper was to be a four page paper. However, it never appeared in that form but started with six pages and after three editions became a ten page paper containing cartoons, editorials, etc., which made it the biggest high school paper in the state, a thing which every senior is proud of. It is needless to say that seniors hold all important offices in the cadets, ranking from major to sergeant. But Seniors can’t work all the time and never play. Along about the middle of March all the Seniors came to school dressed like kids. Some in overalls, some in short pants, and all the girls wore their hair down their backs, garbed in bungalow aprons. At noon they en¬ joyed a great ice cream feed, accompanied with sandwiches and cake. The day was a day of great fun for the Seniors and will long be re¬ membered. Soon it became time to make money and this is where the Seniors showed their ability as business men and show producers. It was Seniors who thought of the boxing show and it was Seniors who put it across. Homer Thomas, through a friendship gained by an exchange of the Analyan, procured the presence of Jack Dempsey at the boxing show, which of course greatly increased the possibility of the show as money maker. Although the weather was very disagreeable the show netted about $450 besides much equipment and lumber which can be used to a great advantage around the school. Being a studious class, the Class of 1920 decided to leave all their social times or stunts until all lessons were out of the way. With this thought in mind they have planned the last week of school, which is a vacation week for the Seniors, to be their week of activity. It would 57 be very unwise for me to say what is going to happen at that time for that is not for lower classmen to know yet. And now besides their many other achievements they present this Azalea for your inspection and judgment as to its worth. It has been edited by a Senior; paid for by its own merit and stands as the em¬ blem of the Class of 1920. You will see them at their commencement exercises twenty-six strong and every one of them will have had something to do with the success of the school this year. They wish to extend their very hearty thanks to all those who helped them in their very successful year and wish the lower classmen the best of luck for the rest of their school life. D. TOFFELMIER, ’20. BITS OF VERSE “MAIDENS” Oh, where are the bashful maidens of old. With their dresses of gingham and lace. Whose glances were sweet, not haughty and cold And they had Nature’s glow on their face? They were content to sit at home, To sew and knit by t he fire; Of dances and parties, of course they had some. But were properly chaperoned by the sire. The maidens now are haughty and bold, All satin and silk are their dresses; What they care for in life is the glitter and gold. And keeping the wave in their tresses. No more do they spend their time sitting at home But with faces all paint and powder. They enjoy the pleasures of life as they come. And each year they dress louder and louder. —Marguerite Bower, ’20. 58 JJmtwr fortes HE Class of ’21 entered Analy this year with the largest Junior class in the history of the school. It has taken an active part in all student body affairs, and in athletics it is unexcelled. In the class elections of the first semester Harold Hotel was elected president and Floyd Wyatt secretary. The class was called upon to give an entertainment for the rest of the school and with the able help of our class adviser, Miss Hodgson, we put on a stunt entitled, “The Jaunty Juniors,” which made a hit with everyone. As there was no fall track the first athletic activity was tennis. The Junior boys who made the team were Albert Nolan, Arthur Orch¬ ard and Harold Hotle. In the girls’ team were Lois Cox, Helen Mc- Mannis and Lucile Boude. In the unlimited basketball team the Juniors were represented by George Winkler, Wilbur Barlow, Lawrence Proctor, Fred Busher and Kenneth Woodford. In the 130-lb. by Lester Woodford, Harold Hotle and Arthur Orchard. At the spring election George Winkler was elected president, and Helen McMannis, secretary. The characters for the Shekesperian play were chosen and over half of the cast were Juniors with many in the most important parts. In the Cadets we have Harold Hotle, top sergeant, Fred Jensen and Elvyn Pye quartermaster sergeants, Wilbur Barlow, Daniel Cona¬ way, Lawrence Proctor and Delbert Bruce, 2nd sergeants. In track the Juniors again showed their ability by winning first place in the interclass meet. The Juniors in Analy’s track team are Lawrence Proctor, Delbert Bruce, Charles Rice, Ansil Buletti and Allan Ross. Although boxing is the youngest sport taken up at Analy, we have already the champion 120-pounder, Daniel Conaway and also Albert Nolan, Orlo Winkler and Lawrence Proctor holding up their share. On the diamond we have George Winkler, Fred Jensen, Delbert Bruce and Fred Busher. This year the Junior class started a new custom in Analy by giving a formal Junior-Senior dance. Most every school has something of this kind and we hope to see it continued as an annual event in Analy ’3 social world. So taking everything into consideration the Junior class can be considered the leading class of Analy. 59 HAROLD HOTLE, ’21. JUNIOR CLASS LIST Pye, Nellie McMannis, Helen Roberts, Myrtle McMullen, Fred Sheffer, Sylvia Nolan, Albert Shelley, Mildred Smith, Marie Orchard, Arthur Proctor, Lawrence Pye, Elvyn Strider, Anna Rice, Charles Williams, Alta Ross, Allan Williams, Alyce Silk, Wesley Wilcox, Gertrude Winkler, Orlo Woodworth, Mildred Winkler, George, C Anderson, Margery Woodford, Kenneth Blackney, Alice Woodford, Lester Boude, Lucile Barlow, Wilbur Case, Ruth Berven, Phillip Cox, Lois Bruce, Delbert Grey, Ruth Buletti, Ansel Hastings, Myrtle Busher, Fred Hastings, Violet Chase, Paul Hawkins, Adelaide Conaway, Daniel Irwin, Minnie Cooper, Donald King, Helen Havenstrite, Homer Kingwell, Evelyne Heinsen, Fred Layton, Corine Hotle, Harold Lunceford, Agnes Hutten, Harry Marshall, Lois Jenssen, Fred McHugh, Margaret Lehrberger, Robin A JUNIOR PLAINT Vacation days Have come once more. All the school rejoices. Out upon the summer air, Ring merry children’s voices. But we again Will hear the bell; We’ll then be gaily marching. Back to dear old Analy, And once more be rejoicing. —Alice Blackney, ’21. 60 JUNIOR CLASS SOPHOMORE CLASS J apljmttare §§xzzles 7tT HE Sophomore class started out the fall term full of “pep.” More so than when they came into the school as “Freshies” the fall term before. Ralph Chatterdon was elected president, and Marvin Strout, secretary. Basketball was the main event and we were represented on the 130-lb. team by Carl Williamson, Vern Wood, and Ellsworth Jackson. On the unlimited we were represented by Horace Davidson. Then the spring term opened with twice as much “pep” as the fall term. This time Florence Shultz was elected president, and Grace Meeker secretary. Baseball, tennis, track and boxing were then taken up in the spring. The Sophomores were well represented in baseball, boxing and track, but will have to say the upper classmen won out in tennis. At the track meet at Stanford, Alfred Collins placed in two events and Donald Osborn won 2nd place in the shot. In baseball the Sophomores are among the leading ones and are represented by Lewis Thomas, manager; Tom Worth, Alfred Collins, Carl Williamson, Vern Wood and Ted Woolsey. In boxing our class was represented by Alfred Collins, Rollo Wink¬ ler, Ralph Chatterdon, Tom Worth, Leland Malm, Dovey Fellows, Carl Ross, and Dwight Williams, who were all in the big event put on when Jack Dempsey were here. Besides all the boys’ athletics, the girls are well represented also. Many of the Sophomore girls were in the girls’ track meet. The Sophomore class is well represented in the Shakesperian plays. Lucile Hallet, as Celia, was given one of the leading parts. She was chosen in preference to a Junior or Senior girl which looks well for the Sophomore class. Alfred Collins was given the part of Charles, the wrestler, Ralph Chatterdon the part as Adam, Florence Shultz the part as Audrey, and Lewis Thomas the part as Silvius. The Sophomore class is one of the “pepiest” classes ever in Analy. 61 Jtoetixml lEiMiits THE AZALEA This classy little book of ours. Is named from one of the sweetest flowers. In the soft, green meadows it grows unbidden Under the trees and willows hidden, To greet some lonely wanderer straying And brighten his life while staying. This old Analy book of ours. Is thus named from this beautiful flower; We hold it proudly high. And that is the reason why. All are eager to read it. Thus showing old Analy’s spirit. Gladys Bruce, ’22. YE UPPER CLASSMEN By Myrtle Roberts Who is it looks down on the race Of Sophs and Juniors without grace. And at the Freshmen makes a face? —The Senior. Who is it has a swelled up head, Yet acts as silly as John Med— While on ice cream he is fed? —The Senior. But— Who in the contest wins first place. Who after Honor Cards does chase. And keeps on with a winning pace? —The Juniors. But from such matters let us flee, Though this year the winners are we, Next year remember we will be: —Seniors. 62 FRESHMEN CLASS At the beginning of the school year about seventy-five Freshmen enrolled as students of Analy. These Freshmen, like all other Freshmen at first, were green, but the green did not prove a fast color, for after the usual duckings every particle of it was washed out and they were soon taking an enthusiastic part in the school activities. When the first class election was held, Edwin McMannis was elected president, Stella Gray, vice-president and Marie Brown, sec¬ retary and treasurer. When the fall basketball season opened the Freshmen organized a basketball team with Hubert McCormick as captain. The Freshmen boys were also represented on the school one-hundred-thirty pound team by Jack Milner. The Freshmen girls proved themselves good athletes. They were well represented in the girls’ basketball team. When the school reopened, after the spring vacation, the Fresh¬ men were on the grounds, full of pep, ready for anything in the line of study or play that was for their own good or the honor of Analy. Track, tennis, and baseball were the main activities in the spring. In the interclass field meet the Freshmen took fourth place and made 31 points. The boys that won places are Carrillo, Wyatt, Hilliard, Meyers, Heintz and Caniff. In Analy’s baseball team the Freshmen were represented by Bruce Toffelmier. In the orchestra, which was one of the sensations of the year there were four Freshmen boys, Bruce Toffelmier, Lawson Fenn, Edwin McMannis and Howard McCauley, with which the orchastra could hardly have done without. Elections of officers for the spring semester resulted in Bruce Toffelmier being chosen for president; Elaine Showalter, vice-presi¬ dent ; and Hubert McCormick as secretary and treasurer. On the nineteenth of December the Freshmen gave a return recep¬ tion to the upper classmen. A very enjoyable evening was spent by all present. Much credit is due to Miss Dorothy Cox for her untiring effort in directing the decoration of the hall. A jazz orchestra furnish¬ ed splended music and punch was served during the intervals of the dance. 63 J. H. C. The exchange department of the Azalea always welcomes annuals from other high schools, each giving us a vivid personal glimpse into contemporary high school life. We see ourselves from a new angle when we receive a just criticism or a bit of sincere praise. We are glad to acknowledge the following exchanges and only regret the list is not longer. “Farm Rodeo,” University Farm. You have a well arranged book. It shows what is done at a University. Jour jokes are very good. “Green and White,” Inglewood. Your book shows it is self-sup¬ porting as there are no advertisements. You have several new ideas which go to make your book a very good one. In fact this is the best book which we have received. “The Alpha,” Oroville. Your exchange department is large which greatly helps your book. I like the idea of “What Others Think of Us.” “Tokay,” Lodi. You have an excellently bound bood. The amount of poems is too large for the size of your book. Why not have more snaps? “Enterprise,” Petaluma. “Ye Morning Squawk” is very good. Pictures would add to your book. Your jokes are fine. “Ye Sotoyoman.” Snaps would add to your book. Your art could also be improved. Your classmate section is a very clever and original idea. “Red and White,” Tomales. From the number in your school your book speaks loudly of school spirit. Your josh department is splendid. 64 . . .. ,« — YHen I vv-os Principal " Ca.p’tured in the net Stud ous So ' President .Mable Hotle Vice-President .Louise Barlow Treasurer .Harry Vier The alumni section of this year marks a new departure in prece¬ dent. It is necessary, in time, that the innovation would be made and therefore the staff believes that this is an opportune time to make it. The change is simply this: That the alumni section be made shorter, that there be only six years of graduates printed. This due to the fact that the list is now growing so large that it becomes cumbersome and heavy to handle. In doing this we do not want any of the former students of Analy to feel that we are forgetting them or slighting them. We do not. In fact, the names of Analy’s former great stu¬ dents are revered and honored. But the idea is not a new one in the metropolitan schools and the alumni should feel that the school is now growing so rapidly that an entire alumni department is now too large. We realize that we are in the way of much criticism and unfavorable comment, yet we believe that our stand is right. We leave our de¬ cision to be judged by you. IN MEMORIUM Joseph Wilbur Purrington Class of 1916 Rose Lowary Class of 1912 65 CLASS OF 1919 Harold Baker, ranching, near Sebastopol; Grace Bower, at home, Sebastopol; Don Carrothers, attending U. C., Berkeley; Hazel Church¬ man, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Alice Chinnock, attending Union Pacific College, St. Helena; William Edgerton, Canadian Army, Tor¬ onto, Canada; Ruth Fellers, at home, Sebastopol; Estella Hawes, at¬ tending Sweets Business College, Santa Rosa; Elizabeth Harris, attend¬ ing San Francisco Normal; George Heintz, at home, near Sebastopol; Minnie Kaiser, working, Santa Rosa; Dorothy Kent, attending Junior College, Santa Rosa; Lois Lampkin, (Mrs. S. White), Sebastopol; Delores Leach, (Mrs. G. Olsen), Oakland; Dovey Murphy, attending Sweets Business College, Santa Rosa; Charles Meyer, attending Stan¬ ford, Palo Alto; Lois Moran, attending Sweets Business College, Santa Rosa; Kneeland Mello, at home, Sebastopol; Zelda Pitkin, at home, near Graton; Madalyn Post, at home, near Sebastopol; Lorene Pride, at home, near Sebastopol; Gertrude Searby, attending Mills Col¬ lege; Marjorie Sheffer, at home, near Sebastopol; Dorothy Stillings, at home, Sebastopol; Ray Wadsworth, at home, Santa Rosa; Clif¬ ford Woodford, attending U. C., Berkeley. CLASS OF 1918 Fred Anderson, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Jerome Ames, working, at Vallejo; Harry Borba, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Roland Carrothers, attending U. C., Berkeley; Harvey Chinnock, at¬ tending Pacific Union College, St. Helena; Lorin Cranson, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Lawrence Dayton, attending school, Los Angeles; Earl Erickson, working, San Francisco; Ella Harbine, attending U. C., Berkeley; George Johnson, attending U. C., Berkeley; Eleanor Jewell, (Mrs. Cuthbert Malm), Sebastopol; Genevieve Lowary, working, Se¬ bastopol ; Elsie Moore, attending Junior College, Santa Rosa; Clarence Mackensie, at home, Sebastopol; Elizabeth McMullen, teaching near Healdsburg; Lyle Mobley, working, Stockton; Helen Morford, (Mrs. John D. Ganser), Sebastopol; Albert Martin, ranching, Sebastopol; Wilma Overholtzer, Porterville, Tulare county; Ruth Phair, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Fern Powell, attending Mills College; Louis Pur¬ ser, attending Dental College, San Francisco; Edith Ramsey, Tuscon, Arizona; Alfred Stillings, working, Sebastopol; Eleanor Stillings, at¬ tending U. C., nursing course; Dorothy Tully, attending San Jose Normal; Gretchen Tabor, working, Sebastopol; Lee Walker, working, San Francisco; Lulu Wightman, attending San Jose Normal. 66 CLASS OF 1917 Willard Akers, bookkeeping, San Francisco; Gladys Barnes, teaching, Sebastopol; Eva Berry, stenographer, San Francisco; Marian Blunden, graduated, S. F. Normal, Dec. 25, 1919; Ernest Botts, Col¬ lege of the Pacific, San Jose; Neva Carrothers, stenographer, San Francisco; Reuben Hansen, electrical engineering, San Francisco; Edna Harbine, attending school in Berkeley; Nola Hazleton, attending Union Pacific College, St. Helena; Mabel Hotle, attending school, San Francisco; Leland Howell, in business, Sebastopol; Ruth Humason, at home, Winters Springs, Lake county; Dorothy King, teaching, Merritt district; Ruth Leach, stenographer, San Francisco; Julia McVean, at home, Santa Rosa; Robert Miller, real estate business, Stockton; Viola Miller, (Mrs. T. C. Keister), Stockton; Cecil Pearce, attending Stan¬ ford, Palo Alto; Claire Pefferle, at home. Freestone; Hazel Sanford, at home, Sebastopol; Helen Searby, attending U. C. Nursing Course; Max Stenike, attending Stanford; Rowena Strout, teaching. Ocean View, Bodega; Emma Thole, attending U. C. Hospital Course; Harry Vier, bookkeeping, S. A. G. U., Sebastopol. CLASS OF 1916 Louise Barlow, at home, near Graton; Eugene Carillo, Navy, sta¬ tioned Hawaii; Jessie Chinnock, Seven Day Adventist School, Sebasto¬ pol; Mary Fellers, working, Sebastopol Times Office; Fay Hawkins, teaching, Mendocino county; John Heintz, working, Mare Island, Val¬ lejo; William Irwin, working, Santa Rosa; Merritt Jewell, real estate business, Sebastopol; Alfred Leland, working, Conway Springs, Kan¬ sas; Ruth Lyons, at home, near Graton; Cuthbert Malm, dentist, Se¬ bastopol; Owen McManus, working San Francisco; James McMena- min, attending Stanford; Wilbur Purrington, (deceased); Thomas Rauch; received honorable discharge from U. S. Army; Florence Ryan, attending college in the East; Elsie Sanborn, working, stenog¬ rapher, Santa Rosa; Robert Searby, attending U. C., Berkeley; Lenore Smith, teaching, Green Valley; Joe Silviera, attending Stanford, Palo Alto; Harlan Varner, insurance office, Oakland; Raymond Wilson, Army, New York; Marjory Shatto, attending U. C.; Sarah McMenamin, bookkeeper, Sebastopol National Bank. CLASS OF 1915 Leland Barlow, ranching, near Graton; Jessie Batchelor, working, San Francisco; Albert Batten, ranching, near Sebastopol; Lawrence Carrillo, ranchin g, near Graton; Walter Cole, dentist, Richmond; Una Dodenhoff, (Mrs. E. Westphall), near Hessel; Elizabeth Hicks, teach- 67 ing. Vine Hill; Mildred Hillard, (Mrs. F. Fellers), Sebastopol; Ward Howard, (deceased) ; Vemon Kent, working, sub-station, Los An¬ geles; Martha Lowary, teaching, San Francisco; Anna Lunceford, nursing. City and County Hospital, San Francisco; Harriet Maddocks, secretary work, Santa Rosa; Rayma Murphy, teaching. Sweets Busi¬ ness College, Santa Rosa; Florence Pefferle, teaching, Bodega; Fran¬ cis Purrington, teaching, Oak Grove; Charles Rogers, automobile busi¬ ness, San Francisco; Lucile Scott, (Mrs. R. Sheppard), teaching, Santa Maria; Vincent Speers, Camp Lewis, Washington; Emilie Williamson, attending Bible Institute, Los Angeles; Eva Williamson, attending U. C., Berkeley. CLASS OF 1914 Carmen Blessing, attending U. C., Berkeley; Bertran Bower, ranching, Graton; Ivy Burroughs, (Mrs. N. Wogan), Sebastopol; Dor¬ othy Maddocks, (Mrs. Taplin), Oakland; Margaret Patterson, clerical work, Portland, Oregon; Edna Ristau, (Mrs. R. Johnson), Santa Rosa; Lawrence Ristau, ranching, near Modesto; Sylver Strout, stenographer, Sebastopol; Minnie Wedge, at home, Sebastopol. JEtnpig (Brafrle By ADELAIDE HAWKINS, ' ll Softly the angels descended. They kissed the little face. With fair arms outward bended. Singing, “We bid you come.” Smiling the baby greeted The angels flying ’round. And raising his arms, entreated Dear ones, “I long to go.” Moving golden wings lightly. They lifted him in their arms. And bore him with love so gracious To that land of fairest charms. Pale the morn was dawning; The golden light of day Illumined the little cradle, But its soul had gone away. 68 Jkttmtus The girls of Analy decided to give themselves a party on February 26th. It was a costume party and every imaginable type was repre¬ sented. Jean Scotford, the girls representative, assisted by Hilda An¬ derson, the Yell Leader, acted as Mistress of Ceremonies. The evening’s events opened with the Faculty Stunt. Miss Hodg¬ son, Miss Alberts, Miss Van Etten, and Miss Gains dressed as sailors danced the Sailors Hornpipe. They were drilled by Miss Sheppa, uniformed as General Pershing, and were reviewed by Miss Moore, and Mrs. Nason, as President of the United States and Secretary of State, respectively. The Senior Stunt was divided into four parts, in which there ap¬ peared before us excited doctors fighting over their helpless victim, who proved not only to have one cancer, (can, sir) but tumor (two more) as well; astonishingly grotesque figures, who through the magic of Dr. Silk’s science, became suddenly very lean instead of very fat, and vica versa; and Juliet dying a tragic death by stabbing herself through the corset; this was followed by a group of disreputable hoboes who disguised several of our most prominent Senior girls. The Junior Stunt, which was awarded the prize by the judges, was written by Miss Hodgson, the class advisor, and portrayed a day in Analy life. Many of the Senior boys hidden in the back of the room, were surprised to see themselves as others see them. Miss Violet Hastings was Analy Anne, the new girl, whose favor all the boys were trying to win. The “famous heroes” of the school tried in vain to win her, but triumphing over Don Walker’s poetry, Homer Thomas’ lurid write-up, Douglas Toffelmier’s ravishing music, Den¬ man Barlow’s unfailing Buick, was Sam Lehrberger’s idealism, and it was he who won Analy Anne. The Sophomores gave a moving picture of Lochinvar and Miss Florence Schultz danced a Hawaiian dance. The Freshmen presented a review of mechanical dolls. There was a French doll that sang French songs, a German doll that sang Ger¬ man songs, a loppyrag doll and a comfortable negro mammy, to say nothing of a dozen other varieties and many old friends from nursery- land that were there. The mothers and sisters and lady friends of the girls were the in¬ vited guests, while a number of the boys who hid themselves in the library, in the back of the study hall, were the uninvited guests. After the Jinx was over dancing was indulged in and the girls found their uninvited guests very welcome. 69 FRENCH CLUB ACTIVITIES A French Club was organized by the first and second year French classes under the direction of the two teachers, Miss D. Cox and Miss Hodgson. The club met once a month and French songs were sung and French conversation carried on as much as possible. One evening the French Comedy, “La Surprise D’lsidore” was enacted. The char¬ acters were: Paul Raulet as Isidore, Wilbur Barlow as Monsieur le Docteur, Lavilla Lawrence the Doctor’s wife, Estella Sinclair the Doc¬ tor’s mother-in-law and Anna Strider as Jean the servant. Refresh¬ ments were served and dancing concluded the evening’s fun. Those who entertained in turn were: Miss Dorothy Cox, Miss Helen Hodgson, Helen McMannis, Anna Strider, Florence Schultz, Marie Smith, and Lavilla Lawrence. JUNIOR STUNT At the first of the year plans were made to have each class enter¬ tain the school one evening assembly. But on account of so many other activities the plan was dropped after the Juniors gave their stunt night. First on the programme was a short skit in which Lawrence Proc¬ tor broke into a girls’ club from which boys were ’ arr ‘d. The joke was turned on him when the girls locked the door and exacted a pen¬ alty before they would let him out to play in an important football game. The girls were Lucile Boude, Alyce Williams, Anna Strider, and Helen McMannis. A short programme of songs and recitations followed. Outside lectures have been rather lacking this year, but we have had, besides the weekly business assemblys a few good ass rnblys. On Roosevelt’s birthday an assembly was held and a programme appro¬ priate to the occasion was given. Lincoln’s Birthday fell on the same day that school closed for the two weeks’ “flu” vacation, a rally and assembly to commorate his birthday was held. The orchestra played several well chosen selec¬ tions, Miss Sheppa sang “Land of Mine,’’ Louise Reyes recited, “My Captain, Oh My Captain,’’ Ralph Chatterdon read the “Second In¬ augural Address,’’ and Lewis Thomas read Lincoln’s “Gettysburg Ad¬ dress.’’ On February 2nd the world’s champion typist visited Analy. It is very seldom that such a small school gets a privilege like that. His demonstration was enjoyed by everyone. And it was especially help¬ ful to those studying typing. On April 1st, an “April Fool’’ assembly was changed into a very 70 entertaining hour by Mr. Manlove. Mr. Manlove is traveling with the Lyceum, and having an empty date that evening had come to make arrangements to give an entertainment that night. Mr. Manlove is an impersonater and he spent an hour giving us a few good selections as a foretaste of the evening’s performance. DANCES The first dance of the season was the Freshmen Reception, given each year by the upper classmen to the Freshmen. It differed this year from the one given the last two years, by being an informal affair instead of a “Kid’s Party.’’ This was followed by the Freshmen returning the honors. They showed a great deal of enthusiasm and originality, and, under the direction of their advisor. Miss D. Cox. The party was a fine success. About the holiday times the girls decided, as Leap Year came only once in each student’s high school life, to give a Leap Year dance. Finally, when the plans were all made, each girl invited her special boy friend. The dance was an informal one and the boys all voted it one of the most pepful dances ever held at Analy. Nearly every school but Analy holds an Annual Junior, Senior Ball, so the J umors decided to institute the custom and give the Seniors a ball. On April 3rd, a formal party was held. The gymnasium was prettily decorated with Japanese lanterns and greenery. Only the Juniors, Seniors and Alumni were allowed to come. The evening was spent in dancing and light refreshments were served. 71 JK Uisit to Analo— 1942 I took a day off, just to visit my friends. The kids of old Analy, now young women and men. It seems ages ago since we all went to school, Tho’ I haven’t time for them all. I’ll mention a few. At the taxi cab station, now whom should I meet? But dignified “Rudie” so dollish and sweet. And “Den” has changed his mind like one of the former. He’s a chemistry teacher just like Mr. Warner. I wanted to see Jean, so my footsteps I turned, But calling up 79-R the news that I learned. Was quite shocking indeed, altho’ it might have been worse. For our “Giggling” Jean is a professional nurse. And one of her patients, quite patient no doubt, Was Tommy Thomas, who had taken a spill while about. To win the world’s record for speed in his flivver. And was badly laid up with displacement of liver. I saw Lane Wilson, that cute little “Hopeful,” Was our second real “Hoover” soliciting food by the boat-ful. That was run by Naomi, the owner, and “Dean.” I ran across Marguerite (?) with cook books galore. And just what was her reason, and what were they for ? But Lois Marshall, who at the Hippodrome played Her pipe organ, last Sunday, was also bridesmaid. And I hear how Dovey Fellows had attained his success; He’s been traveling some time with the Sells Floto, I guess; And Lewie Thomas has also reached the great goal. For a living, out of doughnuts he is eating the hole. And what do you think of “Madame” Lorraine? She has made her “debut” and just look at her fame; She’s the most yonderful soloist the world ever knew; Now kindly look what the Analyans can do. 72 I saw good old George Winkler, his chaps and his gun, And he said down in Texas, he sure made the “Mon,” At the last cattle round-up his steers took the prize, His dreams have come true, we all realize. And remember Billie Meyer, how he, when a Freshman, Won the school record for beating upper classmen; Well, now our little “Billie” is a counselman, Clever, He led his class then, and now he’s smarter than ever. And I ran across Alta, remember her failing. For running (?) a Flivver, what color I’m not sayin; She is also a nurse, just what kind you might guess. But I promised I wouldn’t tell, you must find out the rest. And I say “Babe Schilder, that algebra shark, He’s the big man at the circus, (Gee! what a remark) But of course if you don’t delieve it, for I was surprised. When I walked into the tent, he was taming the flies. I called on Rose Condon, the prize winner of stories; She is a journalist, and like we has not worries. For she is now Madame Condon, the greatest novelist known, And her ability at Analy, to the world she has shown. While traveling in Europe I saw the Benepe lad; He’s the bugilist of our nation, the best to be had; And accompanying this artist is Bruce, the great violinist. He’s becoming a marvel, and the rest aren’t in it. 73 m ikt After a lapse of two years the custom of presenting to the patrons of Analy Union High School a play by Shakespeare was revived this this year by the dramatics class, taught and coached by Miss Eulalia A. Moore of the faculty. This year’s production was “As You Like It.’’ and was staged the night of May 21 st on the open air campus stage. Headed by Lucille Boude and Don Walker in the roles of Rosiland and Orlando, respectively, the cast excelled in every department of dram¬ atics. Every member distinguished himself or herself by the charac¬ terization of the part and the entire audience, numbering 1,150, was loud in their praise of the acting. In fact for the first time in the history of Analy’s attempts at Shakesperean art a final curtain call was given. Space does not permit that the story be given in detail but mention must be made of the superb acting of Lucille Boude in the stellar rol e. Beyond a doubt she is the very best Shakesperean hero¬ ine ever produced in Analy. The play more than payed for itself, a neat sum of $90 being realized after all expenses were paid. This is the highest net profit of any previous play. Don Walker, manager of the play deserves special mention for his work in financing the production and securing the beautiful costumes. George Winkler made the stage the most beautiful creation in Analy’s history and certainly merits the splendid comment his efforts drew from those who attended. Major B. G. Nason built the best seats that have ever been erected at one of the plays, capable of holding the huge crowd that attended easily. The cast of “As You Like It.: ’’ Rosiland . Orlando . Celia . Oliver . Duke Senior ... Duke Fredrick Audrey . Touchstone .... Phebe . Sylvius . Charles . L’Beau . Hymen . .Lucile Boude .Don Walker .Lucile Hallet ...Denman Barlow .Glenn Winkler .Lester Woodford ...Hilda Anderson .Fred Busher .Florence Shultes .Lewis Thomas ..Alfred Collins .Paul Raulet Ethelyn Blackney 74 Cast for “As You Like It Rosalind and Orlando “As You Like It” Celia and Oliver “As You Like It” ORCHESTRA mm Jacques .Harold Hotle Corin .Donald Cooper Jacques Du Bois .Wilbur Barlow Amiens .Daniel Conaway Dennis .Paul Chase William .Kenneth Woodford Adam .Ralph Chatterdon Lords—Tom Worth, Westwood Case, Wesley Meyers, Samuel Lehr- berger. Trumpeter .Theodore Woolsey ©rrlfestra For the first time in the history of Analy an orchestra has been organized and supported by the school. The orchestra was formed by Miss Louise Sheppa and soon proved its value by livening up assem¬ blies and playing at the various entertainments, such as the operetta, the minstrel show and the plays. For years it has been the hope of the students that Analy would some day be able to boast of an orches¬ tra worthy of the name and this year we are proud to be the first to have an orchestra page and picture. The credit for the orchestra must go to Miss Sheppa, who had to work at a disadvantage as the impression of the students was not strong for the organization of the orchestra. But determination and ability triumphed and within two months after taking up the leader¬ ship of the school’s musicians she was able to make a live assembly. Douglas Toffelmier, pianoist for the Analy orchestra, also deserves praise for he aided Miss Sheppa in enlisting players and in keeping the idea of an orchestra always before the students. Then too, we must not forget the kind assistance given us by the school trustees, who bought a fine set of drums and traps. Without their help it would have been difficult indeed to have made such a wonderful success. In the future Analy hopes to own a complete orchestral set of instru¬ ments and to keep the orchestra up to full strength. It is such activi¬ ties as the orchestra that helps a school make a name for itself, even as much as athletics. We are glad we have the orchestra and glad to congratulate the members for their splendid work this year. 75 c $. GROUCH KILLERS. 1 TATTLE TALES ON SENIORS Through untiring effort, Altho’ a great bore I’ve collected these tales From the Seniors. “OLD BONE WINK” Mr. Glenn Winkler is of a linear disposition, (all lean and lank). However, when he uncurls his bony finn he makes quite a pitcher, and he shakes a “mean hoof” when climbing over hurdles. He is of strong character with great will power. He is known also as “Bat¬ tling” Winkler. CHARMING MARG. HARRIS Marg. is a beautiful young lass with wonderful terra-cotta hair. She is brilliant. Ay! Enchantingly charming, but, one great misfortune belongs to her. Marg. is very solitary. She loves to spend her time all around Woods. FIGHTING MAJOR THOMAS The Major is a delightful creature. Very intellectual; he speaks only when he has something to say. Very dignified; he enjoys the best of society only when by himself. Very courageous; he never runs except when he has a reason. Very loving; he loves his “Alyce” dearly. HILDA IOLA ANDERSON A beautiful young “dickens.” Her beautiful sparkling eyes from under a mass of dark brown hair on a smiling round head on a plump little frame make surely a beautiful sight. HONORABLE DOUGLAS He’s a “powerful card,” a huge joke all of his own making. For a taste: In talking about printing, Doug says, “Printing is usually done by hand, but I’ve seen a foot-print.” Enough for Mister Douglas. 76 t.Carrvthers Lora ne. “JOYOUS JEAN” A strong, manly, maiden, full of life and enthusiasm. She plays with all and all play with her. Nursing is her game, and Ray Wads¬ worth is her patient. Oh, yes, he’s very patient, he’s been waiting for a long time. LITTLE DEN BARLOW A tower of strength, a pillar of rock, and a fellow full of jazz through and through. He’s very meek already, but still he keeps on trying to get Meeker (Grace). Den—Oh, Ma, what does college bred mean? Ma—(Looking over Den’s high school expense) Oh, merely a big loaf, Denman. MARG. SILK This young maiden is a charm for any man’s eyes. It would not surprise any of us if she should be captured before she is out of Analy very long. She wants to become a nurse and no doubt she’ll make a sweet one. HEINTZ This fellow must follow in his predecessors’ footsteps, for he is one of the “57.” He is the Howard Paul variety. MISS BOWER Very sedate, artful, and dreamy. When we look at her a peculiar smell of Orange Blossoms and ferns greet our senses. She seems to al¬ ways be dreaming of these two things. As her name implies she is constantly dreaming of that Orange Blossom Bower under which she hopes to be united. WALT A cute little fellow. A little over four feet in length. She should be real happy for his size, but he seems always to be worrying. I discovered the reason the other day. He happens to know a certain girl that lives in a certain town away from Walt’s town. Now, Walt things an awful lot of this certain girl, therefore he’s always worrying for fear someone else may think as much of her as he. He wants to become a lawyer. RUDIE RODGERS My, but she’s a dear (deer), at least “Spud” thinks so. He’s had a long, hard weary chase, but he thinks he’s on her tracks now. We’ll all hope for the best anyhow. Yes, Rudie will make a fine housewife; she’s been taking up nursing too. 77 DON SCOTTIE Scottie is one of those mysteries. I’ve tried my best to fathom him, but he sure am deep. He’s been a noted juggler for the past few months. He handles the precious egg with great skill. Inquisitive Anna: Oh, Scottie, how do you tell bad eggs ? Scottie: I have never told any, but if I did have anything to tell a bad egg, I’d break it gently. NAOMI GILLESPIE “Laugh and grow fat.” A true, true saying. Sweet little Naomi is constantly laughing. She is going to start into business for herself soon. She is planning on opening an institution for the reduction of stout women. BILLY She’s a girl, but nevertheless she’s a real Billy. Full of life and fun and “smart as a whip.” FRENCHY Paul might be rightly called the class humorist. His large brown sparkling eyes and his happy smile defy gloom (even during the final ex’s). He is full of jest and jollity. This is one. Miss Moore: Who can tell me what a groud hog is ? Frenchy: If you please, Miss Moore, it’s a sausage. CLARA LAPHAM (Exciting) Clara: Who’s that box of chocolates from? Glayds Havenstrite: I don’t know. There is no card with it. Clara: I’ll bet Warren (Hillard) sent them, he’s so forgetful. Gladys: Yes, but Warren wouldn’t only forget to send a card, he’s the kind of a guy that would forget to send the chocolates. SAMUEL At, Ha! This is the young bird with the long ears. Oh well, he’s long all over. He’s even long winded. When he once starts to talk he never stops till he has convinced himself that he is all right. He makes a fine soldier and will make a fine girl happy if you’ll only give him a chance Girls. TOM THOMAS Poor little Tommie is a bashful young chap. He has a cute little green bear-cat, but he doesn’t let the girls ride in it. When he sees one he “hits it” for the high “Alta” tudes. WARREN HILLARD He’s a long, lanky, lean, and smiling specimen—the brains of the Class of ’20 and oh! girls, you ought to see that peroxide hair. 78 GLADYS HAVENSTRITE She’s petite (in height) and crazy about clothes. If you don’t be¬ lieve it maybe this will convince you. The Senior girls were discussing the spring fashions: Hilda: Have you seen Margaret’s new hat? Naomi: No, but Gladys has an awfully cute “Cap.” ALICE KINGWELL Miss Kingwell is the dramatic genius of the Senior class. Her best work is rendered along the highly emotional line. She certainly showed her ability that night at the Jinx when she took the part of Romeo. WESTWOOD CASE Case is a live wire, physics shark, cadet captain, n’everything. He thinks he’s a second Edison. STELLA KOLEN She is one of the many “vamps” of this class which is now leaving these halls of learning. You should have seen her at the Junior- Senior dance. ESTELLA SINCLAIR She is our eminent historian. She doesn’t say very much but just look at her record; it looks like a row of telephone poles. We hope that some of the exceedingly bright Juniors will profit by her example and change their barrel hoops to “Stella’s” kind. georgina McMullen Little Miss Georgina is also a bright and shining light in the illus- trous Class of ’20. She can do shorthand by ear, and as for typing she does that in her sleep. And Oh! boy, look at that Marselle wave she has acquired. Jlsn’t Jit " fete? We hope that all incoming classes do not show in such a marked degree the characteristics that are most prominent in the majority of classes that have passed through Analy. We sincerely hope that the next batch of Freshmen will not be so loud in declaring against the old water barrel out back of the School. The barrel has done a great deal of work in its life and should receive honor as one of the few barrels that still have any thing about them attractive. This barrel has an irresistible attraction for the Freshies when they first land in this school and sooner or later all the boys of the baby class make its intimate acquaintance. Thereafter they profess a strong dislike for its rotund depths. Then, too, we hope that the rest of 79 Analy’s freshmen classes are not so sentimental. Nearly all of the Freshmen class this year became violently in love with the teachers. We know of one young, pink cheeked babe that had to take to beat¬ ing the bass drum to let us all know his agitation. Then we come to the Sophs. They have a certain pride in acting foolish. They are worse than the Freshmen for you can forgive the babes, but the Sophs are too bad to ever expect grace. They are the lords of the water barrel and boast of it in loudly brazen tones. They are terrible flirts and spend half of their time making eyes at the Seniors. They are addicted to clothes of a flashy and varicolored hue. They part their hair in the middle and talk out loud in the study hall Yes, they are miserable creatures. The Juniors are not so bad. They only drop their “R’s” and use words, like this, “Omniyorousness, semi-lapidified, yttriferous, in- gemination, embolismatical, intercalation, and discombobulated.” They spend all their time sitting together, a la Busher-Hastings. They say that when they reach the status of Seniors that they will not hold themselves aloof and be dignified and stuck up, neither will they try to grow mustaches as was tried by that estimable and worthy Senior, Sam Lehrberger. Now for the Seniors. They believe that the Analy sun, moon and stars revolve around them. They believe that they can give kindly, elderly advice to little Freshmen. They expect to be revered and held up as examples of all that Analy students should be. They all try to grow mustaches, that is the boys try, but they never succeed. That idea started when Charles Meyer was in school. He was in Analy some few years ago. At least Lois Marshall thinks so. He started to grow a little fuzz over his lip and one of the girls thought it was mil¬ dew, you know how it looks on old leather? Well, that was the way his would-be mustachios appeared to the careful observer, the casual observer could not even see it. So the fad came to Analy and now all the boys are trying it. Homer Thomas was trying it all year but no one knew it. He only confided it to us the day before he graduat¬ ed. Maybe it got chewed off as fast as it sprouted or maybe he didn’t use enough of the hair grower that Mr. Warner uses on his head, any¬ way it never became visible. Then they all become terribly interested in the Junior class, along about time when the spring weather gets hot and they want a picnic. They all say that their class pictures are no good and then if anybody agrees with them they get peeved. Oh, it’s a great thing these class pecularities, but we suppose they will all be the same. 80 Due to the fact that the Azalea had to be sent to press so early in the spring and that most of the important athletic events came after the copy for the Azalea was in the hands of the printer, we are giving a brief summary of the athletic events that occurred after going to press. In baseball the Analy team played a winning season in the C. I. F. League, success¬ fully playing all the teams in the county without a defeat. They played the champion¬ ship game of the North Coast Section against Tamalpais the first week in May and were only defeated after a 12 inning battle by a 6 to 5 score. Collins and Glenn Winkler were the Analy pitchers. Only one member of this year’s team leaves school this year, Glenn Winkler, so Analy should win the pennant next year. Analy won the S. N. S. S. League game and first baseball pennant, by a score of 13 to 3, at Calistoga, Saturday, May 29. Collins and Glenn Winkler pitched for Analy. In track, Analy won a second place pennant at Petaluma in the C. I. F. League track and field meet, only being beaten by Ukiah. The score was Ukiah 37, Analy 31. Denman Barlow and Glenn Winkler each scored 9 points. Saturday, May 22, Analy traveled to Healdsburg to compete in the S. N. S. League track and field meet and won the meet and the first place pennant by just six points to spare. The final score of the meet was: Analy, 39; Vallejo, 33; Healdsburg, 26 ; Rio Vista, 21; Santa Rosa, 19; Petaluma, 17; St. Helena, 9 . 220, Collins 3d; 120 h. hurdle, Winkler 4th; mile, Puce 2d; 880, Rice 4th; 220 1. hurdle, D. Barlow 2d; W. Barlow 4th; relay, Analy 3d—Collins, Thomas, Buletti, Williams. Javelin, Proctor 2nd; Winkler 3d; shot, Collins 1st; D. Barlow 3d; high jump, Bruce 2d; Williamson 3d; discus , Winkler 1st; D. Barlow 4th; broad jump, Proctor 2d. Thursday night, May 27th, the boys of the baseball, track, and other athletic teams were the guests of the student body at a big banquet held in the dining room of the school. One of the finest “feeds” ever given to any Analy team was served. It is to be hoped that in the future an annual banquet will be served to the boys who have made any team during the year. The same day in assembly Denman Barlow, Ansil Buletti and Carl Williamson were presented with the Analy All-Star Sweater in recognition of their ability in athletics. An athlete must win an A in three sports before he can receive one of these sweaters. These boys are the first to be given sweaters. 81 CURLYCUE’S SWAN SONG Dear Analy Students:— I guess that you thought that you had seen the last of me when the last issue of the Analy an was given to you. You are wrong. You can’t keep a good man down nor stop murder from outing. Yes, I am writing to you and am going to let you in on a little bunch of cute secrets. You know that the Class of ’20 is ready to graduate— in fact by the time you get this letter they will have passed into the great beyond as far as I am concerned—and all ready I am beginning to hear the same old line of bunk that I have heard for ten years. You re¬ member how that Class of ’16 talked. They said that there never would be such a fine, jazzy class ts they were, and I can distinctly call to mind that “Jimmie” Mc- Menimin once declared that the battle be¬ tween him and the mighty Leo Sullivan would never be equaled. Now, look what a few short years have done. Leo Sulli¬ van couldn’t get along over in the Santa Rosa wilds without some excitement and fighting so he got married. That beats any that “Jimmie” was ever able to start. Then they said that the school treasury would never be so strong again. H’m. Just like old skyscraper, Ernest Botts, was won’t to say. Botts thought that he had broken the record by asking for dues every assem¬ bly. Now days they call an assembly and say they don’t want any more dues. Then we can remember Harry Borba. He was running the Analy Student. He became peeved at Mr. Van and handed over the job to Miss Churchman. Nowadays they fight to see who is going t o be boss, but they don’t ever have any chance to resign. Ask Don Walker. Then some time ago, the Class of ’18, with much flourish and ado gracefully breathed their last sighs, as far as having to do anymore physics or algebra are con¬ cerned, and left the front stage to the won¬ drous Class of ’19. They were sadly missed. The Class of ’19, headed by the illustrous and hardworking Stanford “man,” Charles Meyer, and that talented musician and heartbreaker, Clifford Woodford, made quite a splurge in the high school sea. In fact they became so high and mighty that they were brave to ask the Juniors (of last year) for a party. And horrors, they were refused. Poor Wadsworth, he was mos frantic and made the awfulest faces. Now here is the Class of ’20. They are making just as much fuss as the rest of the most memorable of Analy. Don Walker is running circles trying to compose a suit¬ able lyrice for the occasion. Doug. Toffel- mier came running to his editor, Homer Thomas, crying, “Hey, shall I tell them that Analy is the best and greatest school in the Nation? Even greater and with more pep than Fremont? Shall I tell them that Analy will do greater things than ever before if only we all get behind?” “Sure thing, tell ’um anything, just so it makes good ‘copy.’ Razz it to ’um. We got to keep ’um going and feed them all the taffy they’ll eat. Tell’um that when Dempsey comes we’ll make more money than ever before. Sure, Mike, hand it to ’um and keep the good work going.” When it comes to playing dignified, look at Rudie Rogers, and Jean Scotford. Why, they got so solemn that it took three fun¬ erals and “Cudie” Malm’s wedding to make them laugh. Yea bo, it is a grand and won¬ derful feeling that takes possession of the Seniors when they are nearly graduated. Then Hilda Anderson began to cast longing eyes at the ranks of the Juniors and to say nice kind little tidbits to Senor Proc¬ tor. But the best of all is the way that Mar¬ guerite Bower began to shine up that third finger of her left hand. Now we don ' t want to descend to sentimentality, nor yet 82 • to mushiness, but it must be that is one of the worst signs of senioritis, this shine on the left hand. But then Warren Hil- larrd began to talk vaguely of being cham¬ pion and to walk about and swing his arms madly about. That is no true sign of the grandiferous Senior. He should be calm and walk in the paths of peace. The poor thing, he felt so bad. We are sympathizing with him, and offer him our commiseration. It’s Homer. How will he ever leave his Alyce. He has begun to practice singing. At least we have been hearing him sing, “Alice, Where Art Thou?” So doleful does his voice sound that we are tempted to buy him an all day sucker and fill his mouth with that. Of course we don’t mean to insinuate that his Alyce is not as sweet as an all day sucker, neither do we mean to insinuate that she is a sucker, for we are a good friend of Homer. You must be getting darn anxious for me to abscond and quit this line of bunk, but the editor needs some space filled and as I promised him at the first of the year that I would shoot him a column once in a while. I must do it. I didn’t dare write the individual brag¬ gadocio of the class for after I wrote that article about their disgraceful ice cream bust they nearly masticated me and hung me up to dry. Thus, caution rules me. But I do say that they are the most stuckup bunch in the history of the school. They think that the school is going to the dogs when they leave and they think that the student body will fall to pieces. They are not fair to the Juniors and it’s not right but it will be the same story next year when “Hod” Hotle and George Wink¬ ler lead their bunch of young hopefuls to the fore and run the school. Well, goodbye folks, and thanks for your respectful attention. I know you feel like a nut for reading my stuff but I feel like a nut for writing something for you to read so it’s even. Until we meet again or un¬ til the Senior class is not stuck up. CURLYCUE. 83 iiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiii KODAKS JIND SUPPLIES Films Developed and Printed Every Day Enlargements a Specialty) Fine Stationery Toys Framed Pictures Your Pictures Neatly Framed at Moderate Prices Bathing Suits Jl Full Line of Wool, Silk an d Cotton Bathing Suits, Bath Slippers, Caps and Swimming Wings Baseball, Tennis and Track Goods W. S. BORBA, The Stationer SEBASTOPOL, CAL. Illilliillllillllilllllil Sebastopol Apple Growers Union PACKING HOUSES AT Sebastopol : Graton : Forestville : Stony Point Barlou) : Molino : Santa Rosa Healdshurg The Best Fruit From the Best Orchards Lucile Boude—Do you know a good cure for Mr. Warner’s bald head? Grace Meeker—No, tell it away. Lucile—Well, tell him to paint a rabbit on his bald spot, some¬ one might mistake it for a hare (hair). The Home of the Gravenstein Apple Berry Growers DISTRIBUTORS OF HIGH CLASS Strawberries, Raspberries, Mammoth and Lawton Blackberries, and the Famous Loganberry F. B. BILL, Manager Sebastopol, Sonoma Co., California . . . Illllllllllllllllllllllllll. ' llifn GEORGE PEASE The prescription Store Sebastopol, California ' (The Oiralvcnstein jtrutel attit (fefe JOHN A. POZZI, Prop. Rooms by day, week or month :: Banquets Served Phone 106 Sebastopol The josh editor wishes to thank all contributors to his depart¬ ment. He received such a bountiful supply of jokes that it ac¬ tually took up a few moments of his time to read them. 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Mr. Warner: “Hear that, my dear?” Miss Clark: “Yes, and 1 don’t blame the poor bird for shivering.” HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS GET YOUR Supplies and Sporting Goods JIT Books :: Stationery School Supplies SEBASTOPOL, CALIFORNIA The FirSt National Bank (Member Federal Reserve System) The Sebastopol Savings Bank (Strictly Savings ) Both Banks Under Same Management IllllllilllllllllillllllllllllllllillllllW There s REAL Service at HALL’S SERVICE STATION and Everything Needed for the Auto and Motor Comer Santa Rosa and Petaluma Avenues SEBASTOPOL, CAL Any young man who would like a good, true, wealthy, young wife, apply by mail to No. 632, 50th avenue, Chicago, ill. Buy Your Clothing and Shoes OF B. D. UNDERMAN Exclusive Mens Store llllilllllllllllllllllillllllllltlllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllll F. 3 . McFARLANE GROCER SOLICITS YOUR PATRONAGE C. J. McBRIDE CO. HARDWARE SHE’S NEVER LIVED ON A FARM Miss Sheppa: No, No; that’s not a good definition of a hen to say that it is a fowl that lays eggs. All fowls lay eggs, don’t they? Brilliant Student: Miss Sheppa, how about a rooster? The Sebastopol National Bank Member Federal Reserve Bank Under Supervision of the United States Government Invites Your Account DIRECTORS Henry Hess Robert Cunningham Jl. B . Swain 4 7 . F. Cochran Joe Valentine Thos. Silk H- B. Fuller illlllllllltilllllillllllllllllll flillllllllllllllllllllllltllllllillllllllllllll!illl| Phone 52 Open Sundays 10-2 FRED HARTSOOK Photographer “POPULAR PRICES " 523 4th Street Santa Rosa Illlllllll Electric Supplies and Appliances The Paint and Eledtric Store QUALITY SERVICE Paint, Wall Paper, Glass R. C. SHORT 129 N. MAIN ST. PHONE 110 For Good and Courteous Treatment Come to A. S. PHILLIPS THE BARBER High School Work, Especially Solicited Agent for Santa Rosa Pioneer Laundry Baths at A n y Time Sebastopol, Cal . . .. Miss Moore—“As one grows older one enjoys life more. You think ten is too young, and fifteen is too young and perhaps there are some who think- I am too young.” Someone—“Oh! No, No, No.” HARRINGTON PARKER GENERAL BLACKSMITHING AND HORSESHOEING Automobile Springs and Forging of All Kinds Shop on Santa Rosa Avenue Sebastopol, California HENRY HESS, Manager Phone 80 Hess Lumber Co. DEALERS IN Lumber and General Building Material, Shingles, Shakes, Posts, Pickets, and Lath, Lime, Cement, Brick, Building Paper, Terra Cotta, Sewer Pipe, Paper Roofing, Tanks SEBASTOPOL CALIFORNIA jj iiiiiiiiniiuitiiiiiuiiiiiniiiitiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiu ilil!i!IUII!l!ll!!!ll VI M TRUCKS a - 1 - 2 - 3 and 5 Tons SHELD ON REAR ENDS Put Vim in Your Business and Watch It Grow McCAUGHEY BROS., Inc. Distributers Sonoma Co. SEBASTOPOL GARAGE Can you tell me why a jane will take many kinds of paint to be certain her complexion’s not away: She’ll be neater than a pin, and she’ll manicure each fin. But the rearward of her neck— Oh Me, Oh, My— THE LADY WHO DROPS IN here for a dish of our delicious ice cream will go away relieved of her fatigue, refreshed in body and delighted in mind. As a refresh¬ ment after or during shopping, as a dainty delicacy flavored just as she likes, our ice cream is without a peer. Stop in the next time you are in this neighbor¬ hood. J. W. RULE SEBASTOPOL, CAL. lllitlllllillllllillllllllllllllHIlilllllllllllllillllllllllllillllllllllllllllltllllllllllillllllllHii Illillllllllllllllllllfllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lillllUUII DR. BLACKSHAW SEBASTOPOL. CAL. Wm. Rogers Co. Choice Groceries and Merchandise MOLINO : CALIFORNIA SILK-SON COMPANY DEALERS IN GENERAL MERCHANDISE FORESTVILLE, CALIFORNIA FORESTVILLE BRANCH THE ANALY SAVINGS BANK OF SEBASTOPOL. CAL. COMMERCIAL : SAVINGS Dr. W. E. Bixby Office Hours: 1:30 to 4:30 P. M Except Sunday Sebastopol National Bank Building Phone, Sebastopol 41 Illltllllil Phone 27-M 115 Bodega Ave. SEBASTOPOL PAINT STORE NAUMANN SON, Props. Wall Paper , Paints and Window Glass Painting and Paper Hanging Contractors Sebastopol, California Nothing Too Dirty Nothing Too Delicate Jle |luxe Sc Works French Dry and Steam Cleaning Worlds S. R. RAPALYEA, Prop. Best Equipped Plant in Town Main St., U. S. Hotel Building, Sebastopol J. P. Me DO NELL REAL ESTATE SEBASTOPOL CALIFORNIA ®ljr far 1920 Was Printed in the Office of % |Jrintsliap f. e. McDonald High Class Work, at the Right Price SANTA ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE Announcement-Fall of 1920 Y OU SHOULD start toward SUCCESS, Monday, September 6th, without fail. On that Day the Fall Term of the Santa Rosa Business College opens for Business. On that Day Opportunity will reach out her hand to you. On that Day the road to success will be pointed out to you. On that Day you will have the opportunity to commence your preparation for a successful career as a high grade stenog¬ rapher, a well paid bookkeeper, and perhaps manager and proprietor of a business of your own. These fields offer the best opportunities for desirable advance¬ ment to the average young man or woman of today. The preparation is not difficult. Your only care should be to attend a school which produces the best results and which has the prestige of a splendid reputa¬ tion. That school is Sweet’s Santa Rosa Business College If you want work that will lead to a thorough knowledge of business- If you want to be a man among the business men of your community- If you wish financial and social success, come to the Sill ROSA BUSINESS COLLEGE J. S. SWEET, A. M, PRESIDENT Illllllllll GLASSES Properly Fitted For Failing Vision See W. L. GOLDBERG OPTOMETRIST Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. IF All these jokes don’t suit you, SOME of them must. Service : Quality and Satisfaction at Stump ' s Cash Grocery Phone 6-J for Prompt Delivery j " “ — | J. F. TRIGGS | | Repairs Everything j Oxy-acetelene Welding of Brass, Steel and Cast Iron | Grinding of all kinds - Saw Filing - Key Fitting Your patronage especially solicited | | SEBASTOPOL, CAL I I ..-.| | J. C. LYNN j Automobile Springs and Forging 1 of All Kinds | horseshoeing and general blacksmithing I j Shop on McKinley St, Back of Postoffice, Sebastopol I |. TS rnmnoAml . I I a co ” ,r “ dlct ' o " to the law oTgravftkt ' ion? ' 5 b " ad y °“ mad ' “ 1 WanS— " wTl " ° : Mr ' , Wamer ’ how ' ! that ? " i f-lil —— | Harrington’s Restaurant I I 130 Main Sired, Sebastopol |------- -- | R. S. CRAWFORD | The Grocer I SEBASTOPOL, CAL .... | w. F. FORE | Tobacconist I Residence Phone 78-J " ' ' " " “ ' “ " ' ' ' " ' ' " " ' " " " mmmiiimnmimmmmim,.ran. . .m» . . , . Office Phone 75-] w. L. BENEPE GENERAL DRAY AGE AND EXPRESS iiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiimiiimiiiiiiiii.i.■... Sebastopol, California Illlllflllliiillfllllllllilllllllllllllllli Artistic and Useful Gifts For June Brides have given much time and thought to assembling the Wedding Gift articles which we are now making a special display of. A view of this collection will help you solve the gift problem with highest satisfaction to yourself and the bride. Come and see it today. WEEKS HARDWARE CO. THE 71 r fAfCJf£ST£R STORE llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll ii!ifiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii;iiiii High Class Printing at the Right Price ff ( 1 S l OJJ f. e. McDonald Santa Rosa j4venue Sebastopol, California GUS, The Barber Massaging a Specialty SANTA ROSA AVE., SEBASTOPOL Miss Van Etten and Dorothy Cox, discussing shoes: Miss V. E.— Dorothy, do they tell the size of shoes by the width?” Dorothy—“Why, no, by length of course. I always buy mine to fit two feet.” GOOD THINGS TO EAT AT THE ROYAL BAKERY SEBASTOPOL, CALIFORNIA iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiimiii 1 . 3. SCOTT All Kinds of Repairing Everything for the Horseman W. H. BAITEY Dealer in Harness, Saddles, Whips, Robes, Blankets and Bridles SEBASTOPOL. CAL. Bridgeford Planing Mill GENERAL MILL WORK Phone 122-W Sebastopol, Cal. llllllllllllllillllllllllllllllijjlllllllllllililililillliilliillllllllilllllllllllllllll

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