Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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bright stars. She kissed her mother and said, 4 ‘Mother, I have seen a fairy.” “A what?” ejaculated mother. “Yes,” said Isabel, and brightly added, “Mother, dear, I didn’t know before that fairies were little kindnesses we do to others.” Then Isabel asked as a last thought to see if she were correct, “When we do kindnesses and are happy, they are the fairies we see. isn’t it that way, mother?” Mother did not answer for a minute, but only nodded her head. Then she very quickly stooped and gathered Isabel in her arms and whispered: “Now, dearie, are you happy that you know what fairies PAGE: 21

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questions,as to how one might see fairies. “Well,” said mother, “on your next birthday I will tell you how to see fairies.” “But,” said Isabel peevishly, “mother its, its, why its two and one- half months ’til my birthday.” The weeks flew by, as weeks always do to little follks, and even to big follks. It seemed hard to wait the last two weeks which came be¬ fore the eventful birthday with its presents and party. The fairies almost always had something very beautiful for Isabel on her birthday. But fairies are very self-conscious creatures, and they dislike to be seen. Very, very often we seen them, but we do not always recognize them, and so it was with Isabel. At last the morning of the birthday arrived. It was an unusual birthday because Isabel was to find out how to see fairies, the fairies she longed to find. A day of presents, good things to eat and most of all, the wonderful party. It was a shame that it only came once a year. All things have an end and birthdays are no exception. After all was over it came upon Isabel that it was this day, the very day that she was to find fairies. Her mother was sitting at the table and Isabel burst into the room. “Mother, let me find a fairy.” “Surely,” said mother smiling, “I had almost forgotten about it,” Mother stopped her work and they went into the drawing room. After mother had found a comfortable chair, and Isabel was seated on. a hassock at her feet, mother began the old story that she had told to Isabel a long time ago. She finished, and noticing that Isabel was wrapped thought, she sat back in her chair and waited for Isabel to speak. But Isabel was evidently very much disappointed, for she arose and left the room. Mother sat very still, staring at the door bv which Isabel had retreated. Mother was hurt a little because Isabel did not appreciate her kind ef¬ forts to help her see fairies. Mother did not follow her. She knew that Isabel must soon learn to find fairies for herself. Isabel went to her room and sulked. By and by she began to turn the story over in her mind. Very suddenly she realized that she had hurt her mother’s feel¬ ings. She straightened the spread and brushed her curls for dinner and went down stairs, still turning the story over in her mind. A guilty conscience was more than Isabel could bear and as she hesitated to go into the dining room she became aware that no one was in the room. The table was not set. and Isabel quielv set the table. Tt was done and she slipped into the kitchen with her eyes like two very PAGE 20

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(ll}t Mountain Sk ' pbmVss By ROBERTA BLUNDEN, ’24 (FIRST AWARD) From far in the valley to high in the hills, Rode Jasper of Winkle, beyond rocks and rills. And there, ’neatli the skyline, a bonny maid sat, With a thistledown veil and a daffodil hat. Her hair it was shining like tresses of gold, Her face like the morning of beauty untold. But, alas! were her garments all tattered and torn, And ne’er were a maiden more sad and forlorn. 1 prithee, sweet maid,” did Jasper inquire, “Oh where are thy flocks, and where thy good sire?” “Alas!” cried the maiden, “my flocks they have run, My father has leit me, his days they are done. ‘I’ve wandered and searched beneath thorn-tree and brier, To gather my flocks for my poor aged sire. But they’ve wandered afar and left me alone, ‘Without any kin, and without any home.” 1 ben Jasper of Winkle, with love all aflame, Bethought him to offer his heart and his hame. Come hither, my sweetheart, and come hame with me, For thou art the fairest I ever did see.” She blushed and she smiled and she gave him her hand, b or well was she pleased to be queen of his land. Then straightway he mounted her on his white steed, Vnd walked all beside her adown to the mead. PAGE 22