Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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% 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

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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.

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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