Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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In steep cliff and wooded slope, In mighty ridges it arose; But we were spurred on with hope To conquer these newer foes. Although the way seemed longer, As the time went fleeting past; We found that we were stronger Each passing day than the last. Pure and clear, the mountain air Affected us as old wine, Crushed from lucious grapes so rare, Grown on fruitful treasured vine. Now with the summit so near. Since all our dangers were past, We set forward with a cheer, And so reached our goal at last. Tonight our ways are parting, Tonight our sadness is rife; Tomorrow we are starting On the long journey of life. This goal has not been in vain, Although before us we see New summits in endless chain, Reaching to infinity.

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Shrubs there were and orchids rare, O’ertopped by majestic pines; And the sky, serene and fair, Was hidden by clinging vines. Dangers now, before unknown, Pit-falls hid by leafy screen; Paths by poison plants o’ergrown, Made the group of graver mien. But the guides were watchful and wise, And always so clear and bright; We saw through their stronger eyes Visions hidden from our sight. Soon the sun in clearer rays Illumed the path that led Beyond the forest’s maze Up to the cliff’s rocky head. Far above us the heavens blue, Now in benediction smiled; Flowers gay near pathway grew, From the valley blew breezes mild. At our feet, the woods so grim, Now seemed green and fair to view; F ar away the valley dim Lay bathed in limpid dew. Waiting not to backward gaze, Still with eager feet we pressed From the foothills’ rocky ways Towards the mountain’s snowy crest.

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Class tfistory t Blanche Moran In che fall of the year 1907, a great event took place in the city of Sebastopol. A passerby might have seen the class of June, 1911, a small group of frightened, agitated Freshmen, gatherd at the depot to await the car which was to take them to the great hall of learning, the Santa Rosa High. To the observer this might not have appeared an important event, but to us the day marked the first turning of the way on the road of life. With sinking hearts we went through the terrible ordeal of registration, and realized for the first time the awful, overwhelming disgrace of being “only a freshman.” Rev¬ erently we gazed at haughty Seniors, and as we meekly did their bidding, we consoled ourselves with the thought that some day we, as Seniors, would trample, even as we had been trampled upon. As these trying days passed swiftly by, a great pleasure was given the class when we greeted a new member and made him welcome, for in him we beheld our genial ex¬ president of the student body. With the end of our Freshmen days, we ended our school life in Santa Rosa, and with some regret, but more of gladness, we heard that the new year would see the birth of the Analy Union High. Thus we began our second year as Sophomores in the Sebastopol grammar school, for our new building was not yet completed. This year, perhaps the most critical of all times in our history, we count as a success of which we might be proud. Against decided disadvantages, faculty and students worked with one idea, to set a high standard for this new school of ours and to maintain it that sue-