Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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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

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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

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(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