Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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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.

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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

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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