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

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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!

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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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THE UNKNOWN WILBUR OLIVA, '27 There have been a great many books written about the fear of the Unknown. Edgar Allen Poe has written many stories about it. In some cases people have been known to die from fear when they really did not know what they were afraid of. Once a man who had been left in a dark- ened house alone died from heart failure at hearing the sound of some small animal dragging itself across the floor. Recently I had an experience which I will now attempt to relate,-an experience which will linger in my mind for some time to come. My home is situated a few miles from a small town in California. Sometimes, because of lack of transportation, I have been forced to walk from t.he village all the way home, which is not a very pleasant pastime at night, altho there is a good road most of the way. As our house is a little distance from the main road I have found it quicker to cut across the fields than to follow the road. On this particular night I had been to see a friend in town and had not gotten started home until after eleven. I soon left the lights of the village behind me as I hurried along, and almost before I knew it, I was alone with the howling wind and the black clouds, which were skudding across the sky. As I walked along I gradually became aware of a strange fear growing within me. I began to have creepy sensations a11d cold chills running up and down my back. My fear increased as l walked along and I soon caught myself looking back over my shoulder and several times I paused to listen. By the time I came to the place where I must leave the road to cut across the fields, my heart was pounding and I was continually looking back. I broke into a run which I soon stopped with the foolish fear that the noise of the wind rushing past my ears would drown out the noise of anything approaching me. I quickly crossed the fields and it was with great relief that I burst into my house. VVhen morning came, my fear of the night before was almost forgotten and it was not renewed again until I crossed the fields. I was sauntering down the path when I suddenly stopped with a gasp, for there, interrningling with mine, were the eight-inch tracks of a mountain lion. Ii I F E POLLY HARRIS, '27 A faint rose flushes in the east, Tips clouds with light, The world in dewy wonder wakes From spell of night, And day is bor11! Apollo reins his ramping steeds O'er Western hills, One downward plunge thru blood and fire, The whole sky thrills, And sun is set! So let us in the morning rise Buoyant with song, And may the night, which comes at last, Still find us strong. Oh, this is life!