Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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JUST A PUP (First Award Story), HELEN KING . . GYPSY BLOOD (First Award Poem), HOMER THOMAS. TURTLE ROCK (Second Award Story), WALTER CARROTHERS. THE GRAND DECEIVER (Third Award Story), ROSE CONDON.. THE CURSE OF THE LIAULANI (Fourth Award Story). MABELLE NISSON. DESERT LAW (Poem), GEORGE WINKLER.. ' BURIED TREASURE (Story), ADELAIDE HAWKINS TO LET (Poem), ALICE BLACKNEY .ZIZZZZZZZ YEN SHEE (Story), HOMER THOMAS ....ZZZZZZ TWILIGHT (Second Award Poem), EARL SCARBOROUGH SENIORS .. interviews ....ZZZZZZZZZZZ. CAMP BOWIE (Poem), TED WOOLSEY . FACULTY . . . CADETS . ATHLETICS . EDITORIAL .ZZZZ THE CLASS OF TWENTY (Poem), HOWARD HEINTZ. DRAMATICS .. 4 . . TO THE POPPY (Poem), ALICE BLACKNEY SENIOR NOTES . BITS OF VERSE . JUNIOR NOTES . SOPHOMORE SIZZLES . POETICAL TIDBITS .ZZZ.ZZZZ. FRESHMEN NOTES . EXCHANGES . alumni... zzzzzzzzzz. THE EMPTY CRADLE (Poem), ADELAIDE HAWKINS ACTIVITIES . A VISIT TO ANALY—1942 .ZZZ. “AS YOU LIKE IT” . . ORCHESTRA .ZZZ .. GROUCH KILLERS .ZZZ ZZZZZZZ. LATE ATHLETIC EVENTS CURLYCUE’S SWAN SONG .ZZZZ ZZZZ. ADVERTISING SECTION Page . 7 10 . 11 14 ..... 17 . 20 . 21 . 22 .... 23 . 25 . 26 . 27 ..... 31 .... 32 .... 33 .... 37 .... 48 .... 51 .... 52 .... 56 .... 57 . . 58 ... 59 .... 61 . 62 .... 63 .... 64 ... 65 .. 68 . . 69 ... 72 ... 74 ... 75 ... 76 . 81 ... 82 ... 85

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3)«5t a |htp BY HELEN KING, ' 21 (First Award) CLOUD of blue smoke hung over the room. The place was de- serted except for a few stragglers leaning heavily against the bar taking a last drink, and the poor dishevelled figure of a boy, his arms flung out over a littered table. “Its a d—n shame,” said one of the stragglers, “Just look at that poor kid; the slick old cuss Mohoon cleaned him out.” The rest of them turned their bleary eyes on him. Come on, said another, “Let’s help”—at this juncture the doors swung open and the nightwatchman entered, followed by the “Investi¬ gation Committee, made up of the three most “Prominent Citizens.” The bar tender turned to polishing his glasses and those who were hanging over the bar made in a hasty swaying line for the door. The Committee sent an uninterested glance over the place; this was their last saloon and they were tired. But a spark of interest returned to the “Most Prominent Citizens’ ” eyes when they fell upon the boy. “Too bad,” he surily said, “One of the most brilliant and promising lawyers in the county.” Then having a great sense of duty he turned to the nightwatchman and said: “See that he gets home all right.” And the Second Most Prominent Citizen, who always follow the lead of the “Most Prominent Citizen,” thrust a ten dollar bill into the boy s hand. While the “Third Most Prominent Citizen,” who was young and had a sense of humor, seeing a skinny little pup snivelling and shivering against the wall, seized it and put it into the boy’s hand saying, “Here, this will keep you straight.” So with much help on the watchman’s part and many pauses to rest, the boy finally was conducted to his shack. Throwing him m an unceremonious heap in the middle of his cot and dropping the pup beside him, the night- watchman stalked out slamming the door behind him. Not many hours later the early morning sun pouring thru’ the uncurtained windows, beat unmercifully on the face of the sleeping boy. Wakened by its glare he sat up in a dazed, uncertain way. The room was flooded with light showing up to its full extent its painful shabbiness and litter. Jerry gazed about it from the rusty stove, littered table covered with bottles and dirty dishes, to the corner where his soiled clothing lay in a heap, and there curled up on top was the pup. “Where in the devil did you come from?” demanded Jerry. The pup hearing a voice, scrambled to his feet, stretched his lean 7