Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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Suddenly a stone slipped, the knight stumbled; he fell down—down into the dark chasm below. With a start, Virginia awoke. Thus endeth the dream of the poor person who was deluded into taking England. The Dawn The soft wind whispers gently through the trees; A waiting hush lies over all the world; And in the blue sky up above one sees The whitening stars with all their glory furl’d. A fragrance drifts up from the wakening flowers More sweet than perfume rich of Orient strand; The murmuring brook glides through its leafy bowers; The sunbeams glint the rock that skyward towers; And lo ! the new day is at hand. —A. D. L., ’ 13 . 21

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rode recklessly along unmindful of Gayley’s warnings and, before he realized it, he had been knocked from his horse. Sir Gayley rushed to the rescue and spoke quickly. “You have a hard fight before you. Sir Meter and Sir Harmony, with all their attending servants of Hard and Soft Consonants, are arrayed against you.” As the knight arose it seemed as though an army had advanced to meet him. A feeling of despair seized him. But when Sir Gayley cried, “Remember the Queen !” he drew his sword and sprang for¬ ward. It was a hard fight, for when he had killed both Meter and Harmony, their avenging troops surrounded him. hen he had killed a Hard consonant, a Soft consonant would take its place, and when a Soft consonant fell there sprang up a Hard one. At last when all were overcome, he fell exhausted on the field of battle. Gayley bore him away, dressed his wounds and brought him back to life. On the morrow , “ a sadder but wiser man, he wended his way farther along the Path of English toward the road to Knowledge. The next pass was guarded by a small man in blue armor who wore huge spectacles. He, Gayley said, was Sir Halleck. 1 his was the longest of his battles. Several times it seemed as though Halleck would surely overwhelm him, but each time the nameless knight lose with renewed fury. One sword was broken, but Gayley substi¬ tuted another. With this second he at length threw Halleck to the ground pierced through the heart. Though the knight was weary, Gayley allowed only a short rest, for the way was growing darker and more dangerous every minute. 1 he path became narrower. Presently thev were forced to walk one ahead of the other and to cling tightly to the cliff for fear of falling down, down, down to the depths below. Suddenly, without warning, as if he had come from nowhere, a monstrous black thing blockaded the way. With a great effort the knight raised his head. Before him stood a mighty giant, twice the size of any ordinary mortal. He was clothed in black armor and wielded a massive sword. His eyes glowed red as fiery coals; but that which attracted the knight and held him spellbound were the letters which were written across his breast—letters which stared at him like flaming torches— P O E M The nameless knight started, “his hair stood on end, his voice stuck in his throat.” The giant lifted his sword. The knight saw now it was useless to oppose him. “Surrender !” the giant shouted. The sound echoed and re-echoed as thunder rolls through the clouds. 20

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Stripes (A True Story) By HARRIET MADDOCKS Fourth Prize XT was autumn and the California woods were brilliant with green, ■ “ yellow and red leaves. The nuts were ripe and Stripes, a lively squirrel, was busy gathering his winter store. He barked and chat¬ tered in his work and at last the nuts looked so tempting that he sat down at the foot of a tree and began to eat one. Suddenly a noise from behind him attracted his attention and, looking around, he saw a large cat watching him intently. He dropped the nut and while he was thinking which way to turn, he felt something seize him by the neck and he was dragged rapidly over rough ground, he knew not where. At last they stopped and the next thing he knew a lady was bending over him, talking to the cat: “You must not hurt squir¬ rels, Eutopia, you naughty cat. Aren’t you ashamed? I hen Mrs. Ashley picked him up and carried him inside, and put him in a bas¬ ket lined with cotton. Stripes lay there too frightened to stir. The days passed slowly at first, but gradually he grew more ac¬ customed to his surroundings and was no longer afraid when Mrs. Ashley came to feed him nuts. At last he grew bolder, and as the cat did not offer to harm him, they had good times playing about in the house. He sat up at the table now where the rest of the family ate, and drank his cream and cracked and ate his nuts. The days grew shorter and colder and instinct taught Stripes that he should make a warm nest and hide a supply of nuts; so he whisked about and gathered up all the pieces of paper and cotton he could find and tore them into fine scraps and put them in a bureau drawer. He saved part of the nuts that were given him, and one day as Mrs. Ashley sat by the fire reading he climbed up op her shoulder and hid them in her hair. One cold night he crept out of the door without anyone knowing it, and when he wished to go back inside the heavy door was closed, so he was forced to stay out all night. He craunched down in one corner of the porch, but it was so cold he could not sleep. The next morning the end of his tail was frozen and in a few days it dropped 22