Atascadero High School - Santa Lucia Yearbook (Atascadero, CA)

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SAN ANTONIO M lSSlON MILDRED BROVVNELL, '26 .lust out ot' San l.uis Obispo County, in tht- County of Montt-rt-y, is at roatl that looks vt-ry inviting antl as far as wt- t-oultl st-c tlown this road wt-rt- trt-t-s. tlowt-rs, grt-t-n grass antl lmnsht-s, nlountains. 'l'ht-y wt-re all tlrt-sst-tl in tht-ir nt-w spring t-olors. ln following this roatl t'o1' ahout tt-n niilt-s wt- passt-tl thvough at quaint littlt- villagt-. Most ot' tht- stort-s wt-l't- niatlt- of atlolmt- antl niutl, but nt-arly all tht- houst-s hatl ht-t-n 1't-niotlt-lt-tl. Still, tht-y tittt-tl in with tht- Otlltxl' sul'- ronntlings ot' tht- villagt-. This roatl tlu-n took us ovt-1' sonit- tiny hills antl tln'u tt bt-autiful little yallt-y. 'l'ht-n, going two tn- tln't-t- mort- niilt-s thru this vallt-y, wt- patsst-tl thru an opt-ning or gatt-way whit-h hatl ht-t-n niatlt- hy tht- mort- t-ivilizt-tl lntlians. Attt-1' wt- hatl passt-tl through tht- gatt- it st-t-int-tl as if we hatl t-ntt-rt-tl into a tlill't-rt-nt t'0llllll'j'.-ftlltll is, with tht- t-xt-t-ption of tht: moun- tains. 'l'ht-rt- was a largt- grovt- ot' gray, twistt-tl, olivt- tl't-t-s. hnntlrt-tls of yt-ars oltl, on ont- sitlt- of tht- 1-oatl. On tht- otht-1' sitlt- was a sniall, rootlt-ss, atlobte honst-. 'llllt'l't' was only ont- rotnn. Naturt- hatl ht-t-n gootl to this littlt- houst-, so tht- tii't-plat-t- was still in gootl t-ontlititmn. tht- oltl stont- l'urnitni't- was still plat-t-tl on tht- tlirt tlotn' .just as it' stunt- ont- hatl walkt-tl out antl lt-ft it the tlay ht-t'tn't-. 'llht-rt- was a ttnt-t-r, oltl, rusty, tirt-arni in a nit-ht- in tht- wall. No ont- t-vt-1' thinks ot' tlistnrl-ing this inystt-rions little houst-, so it. is still in gootl t-ontlition. t-onsitlt-ring how long it has stootl. ln tht- littlt- town not t'a1- t'1'on1 this houst-, tht-1't- is not a pt-rson that t-an tt-ll tht- history of tht- houst- antl why tl1t- root' is gont- oi' why it was lt-t't in sut-ll a t-ontlition. l+1vt-i'ytnit- was t-uvious to know wht-tht-1' ot' not anyont- woultl livt- in a house without a root. Aftt-V t'ully t-xploring this houst- wt- wt-nt on a littlt- liltl'lllt'l' antl tht- roatl took us arountl a tlt-t-p ht-ntl antl anotht-1' pit-ttn't- lay ht-t'ot't- us. 'llllt'l'0 was a lt-vt-l plain antl right in tht- t-t-ntt-V was a lai'gt- lmuiltling antl, going up towai-tls it, wt- tlist-ovt-rt-tl that it was tht- oltl San Antonio Mission. ln t'1'ont ol' tht- Mission wt-i't- two or tln't-t- rows ot' l-looniing pon1t-gi'anatt- t1't-t-s. Ou tht- lt-l't ot' tht- Mission was a t-ruinlvling oltl t-o1'ritltn- antl it lookt-tl antl st-t-nit-tl as it' it wt-1't- going to topplt- tlown at any niinntt-. At tht- t-ntl ot' tht- tforri- tltn' was a wt-ll-wol'n path. Following this wt- saw in l'ront ot' us at hugt-, rountl, tlonit--likt- sti'ut-tn1't- niatlt- ot' atloht-. At'tt-1' going halt' way arountl it wt- saw a largt- opt-ning. hut it was so tlark insitlt- that wt- t-oultl not st-0 niort- than a foot, oi' so in frtntt, ot' ns. ltut-kily wt- hatl a tlashlight. ltooking in, wt- saw a ft-w t-rutlt-ly niatlt- stt-ps in tht- tlirt. tloing tlown tht-i't- wt- camo into ont- largt- rotnn with niany passagt-ways lt-atling away from it. On t-at'h sitlt- ol' tht- passagt-ways wt-1't- t-t-lls whit-h hatl ht-t-n roughly antl t-Vutlcly lnatlt- hy ht-ing tlug out l.l'0lll tht- solitl t-arth. ln l'ront. of tho t-t-lls tcoultl still ht- st-t-n tht- pathsffhartl pat-kt-tl in tht- t-artht-n Hoot'-whit-h tht- oltl patlrt-S hatl pat-t-tl whilt- gnartling tht- t-aptivcs. At. tho right, of tht- Mission wt: saw tht- largt- rot-ks with the centers worn front grintling t-orn antl ot.ht-1' nit-als. 'l'ht-y wt-rc just as thc Indians

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had left them. In the rear of all the stones was a queer old graveyard. Some of the graves had trees or bushes for tombstones, others had shells and rocks, and still others, stakes and rocks. One tombstone was especially noticeable. It was a tall pole with carvings and Spanish names all over it but none of the names were legible. We then went into the Mission, expecting to see tier upon tier of seats and benches, a platform and other things which are usually found in such a, place. We expected to find many relics and antiques, but after stepping inside we changed our minds, for it was dark, dreary, damp, and cold, and bats were flying around, screeching wierdly. There were no benches, no platforms,-just an immense, empty room. There was no floor in it. Some of the rafters were starting to fall. The only things that reminded us of a Mission were the cross and the bell. There was a huge wooden cross at the further end of the room. The ball up in the little tower would not ring and was covered with moss and rust. In a hallway there were many names carved in the adobe, probably made by the tourists. They are now using this picturesque old Mission as the setting for a Spanish picture on the silverscreen. WORSE AND MORE OF IT MATTHEW L. TRIGGS, '26 What! Have my tonsils out tomorrow! Vifell, I should hope to smile. Whadda I want my tonsils out for? They're all right! Oh well, if it hasta be done I might as well get it over with. The fateful moment at last arrives. I am ordered to open my mouth and be resigned to my doom. The doctor jabs a needle about half way thru my throat and then takes what resembles a paint brush loaded with glue and gives my throat a coupla swipes with it. He prospects around a bit more until he strikes bone. Then he goes over to the other side and dittoes the proceeding. At last he gives me a coupla extra swipes with the glue brush and lets up for a minute. Are they both out now? I asks, simple like. t'What! only the local anesthetic? Well I'll be --! Then he proceeds to give me a few preliminary remarks as to how to go about it. The main idear seems to be not to grab his hand and to keep my mouth open. I don't see how I could close it, anyhow, if he puts in half the things he put in for the anesthetic. Well, at last we proceeds to business. He pokes around down in my lungs or somewhere thereabouts with sumthin' durned sharp, seemin' to greatly enjoy the operation. After about a minute of pulling my backbone to pieces, he gets all braced and gives a heave. Lord! I thot my head was off, to say the least! Well, that's one of'm, he says, and starts excavat- i11g again. This last one only hurt about twice as much as the first one, so I managed to get thru it. Well, anyhow, I'1n done with tonsils!!! THE SEA WILBUR OLIVA, '27 The sea waves swiftly rise and flash and leap, In swirling eddies round each pebble sweep. Their crests in far-flung battle line expand And crash upon the unsuspecting sand. Back, back they roll in wild, confused retreat, A moment restg again their charge repeat!