Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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Lois Osborn First Prize The sound of music died away softly in the distance; far down the street the long line of marching figures turned sharply to the right and disappeared. The Flag Day parade had passed on. Walt Bowen, with a sneer on his face, turned to his cousin. Bill Smith, who sat beside him on the porch. ‘‘Some parade!” he announced sarcastically. “Why, in New York we wouldn ' t walk to the corner to see anything like that.” For a moment Bill did not answer. He was just a bit tired of hearing about the way Walt did things in New York. He would have liked to ask Walt why he didn ' t stay in New York, if he liked it so well; but Walt was his guest, so Bill fought down the anger that rose in him. “It isn ' t whether a parade is big or small that courts,” he said, “It’s what it stands for.” “And what under the sun does a few policemen and a fire engine stand for?” demanded Walt. Bill felt his face growing red, but he kept hold of himself. “They mean that we people in Kadwag are patriotic enough to recognize Flag Day in the best way we know how, he answered staunchly. Mary, Bill’s younger sister, who had been sitting on the porch, glanced up resentfully. “Well, I guess we know how to serve our country as well as you (to,” she broke in suddenly. “And maybe that ' s more than you can say about New York.” 22

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Freshmen Class .. • ' ’ . V. . «■ » -;v ' a- l ■»- - AfZkJZ . 4) : ' ' FRESHMAN CLASS President—Charles Trezona. Vice-President—Billy Bixby. Secretan —Katherine McMannis. Treasurer—Sterling Everett. Yell Leadei —William Green. On a bright morning in September, this mob of inexperienced Fresh¬ men, entered the open portals of Analy, to be the object of much sport, under the hands of the upper-classmen. We stood this ceaseless tor¬ menting, as we looked forward to our turn at the wheel, in our Soph¬ omore year. We have taken part in all school activities, and all in all, we have done our best. In athletics a number of our boys have carried off honors. Fred Lummis did wonders on the 130 pound basketball team, that team which nearly surprised the county. Fred also starred on the near Northern State Championship Baseball team, running awa) with the batting honors of this team,, although he entered the team in the later part of the season. “Sarnie” Watahara also surprised the school by his work on the varsity ball team. If we have not lived up to expectations this year, we will try to be world beaters in our Sophomore year. 21

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' ‘What do you know about patriotism ? Walt demanded. “You ' re only a girl. Just then they were interrupted. There was a sound of singing, and Tony Picardi came up the path. Tony was an Italian gardner’s sen and he and Bill went to school together. Tony’s face was wreathed in smiles when he say the young folks. “That was some parade we had! he said jubilantly. Did you see the fire engines? It was Walt who answered. “1 saw one fire engine, he announced importantly. Where I came from we have hundreds of them. ‘‘Do you mean you have a hundred fire engines? asked Tonv doubtfully. ‘‘Yes, I mean we have a hundred, said Walt, and when we have a parade they all fall in line. “My father has a cousin in New York, said Tony finally. “But we don’t see him very often. He is a loafer and doesn’t like to work.” “That doesn’t matter; he’s only a Wop anyway. the city boy answered, not noticing the look of pain that crossed the Italian ' s face. “But what ' s the difference. You ' re only a Wop yourself. Tony flushed crimson. Mary started to sav something, but Bill stopped her. “Tonv is as much of an American as any of us, he sHd. “Pie belongs to the Boy Scouts and works harder than anyone. After all isn’t that the way to show you are a good citizen?” “But he isn ' t an American, said Walt defiantly. “I am, I tell you, Tony spoke earnestly. ‘‘The American flag is my flag and I would die for it. Walt only smiled. A ou can say what you want to, he declared, but the American llag is not your flag, and you ' re not an American citizen.” Suddenly the quiet of the afternoon was shattered by a whistle. It s a fire, Bill announced excitedly. “Let ' s listen and we can tell where it is.” Bill turned his eyes to his companions. Forty-three,” he said. “That means the fire is in our district.” Suddenly they were aware of a thin column of smoke rising over the trees in front of the house. In an instant the boys were on their feet, running in the direction of the smoks. When they came in sight of the fire, Bill and Tony stopped in their tracks. “It ' s the school, Tonv announced breathlessly, “Our school. Already a crowd was collecting, but the fire engines were nowhere 23