Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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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

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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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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