Anaheim Union High School - Colonist Yearbook (Anaheim, CA)

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and 6O1d 5'-f SOCIETY DINNER an invitation to a dinner party, which was to hotel. l worried the whole day over it, as it experience in society, and I was skeptical as to be. I filled in my spare moments reading all the could beg, buy, or steal, and practicing their the time passed. About eight o'clock, recover- myself seated at a table in the large dining-room remember was that I was trying to feel and look led to such things daily. I casually glanced around the e were millions of people present. lXfIy eyes must have orror I saw a string of silverware reaching about three 1 right and left. I guess they were supposed to be mine . to anyone else. .1 my dread of all the implements before me, when a vhich I will not attempt to describe. I put my hand out th which to eat this food. Miy hand was shaking andI .ie tool, or any tool as for as that goes. It really did not vhich one I ate with, but I knew that I must do as the rest in finding the right piece of silver, when the orchestra began to dance and leave the tempting cocktail. from the dance, I found that the waiter had removed the first it with a great, scrawly, red lobster on a rather small platter. I forks into it and, whether it was dead or alive, it greatly objec- its disapproval, it made a great leap of about fifteen inches into the to the table with a bang. The waiter, to make the scene less tragic, the red sea beast at once, much to my joy. However, my spirits sank to depths when I saw the waiter returning with the twin of the former. The was not quite so spirited as was his mate, so I managed pretty well. Finally the last course was served and consumed. As I glanced at the table, to my dismay I found that I had a knife left lying beside my plate. It took my last ounce of courage to get that knife out of sight. I succeeded in slipping it into my purse. VVhen I started down the hotel steps, the knife fell out of my purse and went clanging down on the hard tiling. That brought an end to my first experience in society and I am still greatly in lack of courage to venture forth again. -Lorene Ingram, '28 Twelve

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fue and l l For the first time in the history of the Anaheim been organized for the study and practical application The class was a direct result of a desire of lXIr. more about a subject that is so rapidly growing in knowledge throughout the school. At the first of the year there were five students Armbrust, Caroline Bode, Florence Trapp, George semesterys work consisted of taking, developing, and gave numerous lectures upon the work. Some textbook At the beginning of the second semester three new members son, Doris Wilson, and Kenneth Clapp. The whole course and practical photography appliance. Each student took individual camera and the class, as a whole, took various pictures cameras. With the large school camera, the pictures of the teams were smaller camera was used for buildings and campus scenes. The most era, however, is the movie camera, purchased by the class and paid for derived from the sale of individual student pictures. lVIany absorbing and, in most cases, successful experiments were conducted during the year, among which were the coloring and painting of scenes, the making of brom- oils, and some studies of still life. The photography group has taken two trips this year, one to Orange County Park and another to the Pan-American and International Photography Exhibit at Exposition Park. The former trip afforded a good opportuni- ty for the taking of scenes and some good snapshots. It was through the use of the movie camera that the individual pictures of stu- dents for this Annual were taken. This is the first time the classes were not taken 1 as groups and the idea has worked out wonderfully well. The class has also done a great deal of enlarging work, besides its developing and printing. Although the class was not as large as it might have been this year, the reason is obvious in that the i subject was a new one and the students weren't familiar with the practicality of it. Next year, however, a larger enrollment is expected and the course will have i taken on many new and alluring aspects. Eleven

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VN! Blue dnd. Gold 434 E be E ff-ss ' 27 uncertain. Q A 1 if wg ,iff L V lx PAWS UP T WAS well on in the evening when the sheriff returned to the prison. So exhausted was he from driving over miles of muddy roads, made almost impassible to travel by the early spring rains, that he scarcely waited to see his three prisoners locked in the cells before he retired for the night. Whether it was the courthouse clock booming off the hour of twelve or a nervous sense of responsibility regarding the three new inmates that caused the night-watchman to awake with a start from his forty winks is He sat patiently trying to recollect his thoughts, when he heard a faint sound, a weird cry, a scratching noise like that of steel grating against metal, or a file sawing the iron bars. It stopped and for a moment he thought he had been dreamingg but, being startled by someone's mounting the steps outside, he arose to open the doorg an excited deputy confronted him. The maid, it seems, frightened by the cry and soft footstep stealing past her win- dow, had awakened the sheriff, who, in turn, aroused his two deputies. The three ofiicers and the night-watchman met in the lobby of the jail. The sheriff realized the seriousness of the situation. He had three prisioners sentenced to the penitentiary, whom a gang of fellow thieves was willing to attempt anything to free. An investigation must be made, for at intervals that grinding, gritting sound could be heard. In a few minutes a system of searching was organized. A man was stationed at each corner of the block and was to work in towards the center until the intruder be surrounded. The little group stole silently from the jail. On their hands and knees they crept from their respective corners. Hiding behind. protruding pieces of wall, stealing cautiously around corners, inch by inch they covered their ground. A shout!-with hands on revolvers, intense with excitement, the 1nen rushed toward the noise. In a dark out-of-the-way cubby-hole they met. For an instant all stood, their guns raised. In the gleam of the flashlight posed the convict, a mammoth black cat, threatening to tear the garbage can to bits in an effort to secure his midnight lunch. -Virginia Long, '26 A LOVER I love to walk o'er grassy hills, Where streams have been and trees have grown, Where birds are quiet, winds ares till, --But not alone. I love to drive a speedy car, And go places, to me, unknown, I love to see things afarg --But not alone. I love to sit beneath the stars, Shining as they have always shown, And soulfully regard the moong -tBut not alone. -Horace Redden, '26 Thirteen