Elsinore Union High School - El Lago Yearbook (Wildomar, CA)

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The Elainnrnn l Efrahurn Far away in the hills there lived a strange Indian boy. I 'say strange, be- cause his people called him so. Often he wandered by himself far away- sometimes not returning to his tribe for days, possibly weeks. He did not hunt as the braves of his tribe did, and it was the cause of much wonderment among the wise men what he did. Perhaps he dreamed of great ambitions, who knows? But that is not my story. One day Trabuco again got the wan- dering fever, and he set out. He walk- ed until nightfall over hills and through canyons. It was not uncommon for him to lie under the heavens for his only roof, but he saw a light close by. He thought it might be some lone per- son's dwelling, and he decided to beg shelter. He found it to be a convent. A black-robed priest cordially invited him in, and gave him his supper. It being too early to retire, Trabuco started to explore the convent. He came to the chapel. A nun was the only person in the room. and she was praying. Trabuco entered Quietly and kneeled. Remaining thus for a few moments, the nun rose and faced him. Ah! it was a girl. just a young girl, and not a nun as he had supposed. Trabu-' co gasped, she was so beautiful! Her dark eyes were fixed on him in aston- ishment. Where--where did you come from? she asked coming slowly toward him. Trabuco pointed in some direction, but he was looking at this pale. dark- eyed person standing before him. i She was so unlike the stupid brown maidens of his tribe. 4 Someone entered the room and the girl shrank back, her eyes widening in fear. A priest, a scowling, fierce-look- ing fellow, came forward. Go! he said to Trabuco. The boy did as he was bid. He went to the room assigned by the priest who had given him his supper. Trabuco stood near the window gaz- ing absently toward a little lake far away. But it was not the calm blue waters he saw, but a pair of big dark eyes, frightened, sad eyes. - There was a knock at the door. Tra- buco shivered. The priest! he murmured. Slowly he opened the door. The powerful priest was not there frowning angrily at him, but the girl of the chapel. Come, she said. He followed, he knew not where. She led the way down several halls and out into a small garden, surrounded by a tall adobe wall. This, said the girl, indicating the garden, is my refuge. These are my flowers. I put them here. This is the one privilege Father Antonio has al- lowed me. But you-you must go! See that stone, remove it and go! Why must I go? Trabuco asked. Do not ask me, but go for your life. I beg you. Oh, please, do as I ask! she entreated. Trabuco, not knowing exactly why, did as she asked. He returned to his tribe. But noth- ing interested him. He remained at the camp, huddled beside the fire all day and night. At evening when the braves returned from their hunting grounds. and all was happy around him. Trabuco remained unconscious even of their very presence. But the wise men were puzzled. He should marry. 'they said. shaking their sage heads. or they sadly prophesied a woeful end for him. One morning Trabuco disappeared. He went back to the convent. He found the secret door to the garden and en- tered. He gave a low cry as he saw the girl bending over her flowers. You! she cried, Oh, you must go. you MUST. No, no, Trabuco answered. I came because I couldn't stay away. Let me die here. rather than leave you again! A dark shadow appeared at the en- trance to the garden. It was the scowl- ing priest, angrier than ever. He came forward and stood beside the shrinking girl. So you have disobeyed! You have

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1904 Lola Ingman Stephen Connolly 1905 Jean McIntyre 1906 Glen Torbett 1907 Adeline M. Clark 1908 Altha Strickland Rose Ellis Earl Ellis 1909 Altha Merrifield Harry Pool 1910 Ruth Stewart 191.1 Harley Cline Jack Ray 1912 Irene Mayer Edna Burton 1913 Eliza Mills Cecil Burton Jennie Stewart Ethel Arenschield Lennie Morrell Clyde Crawford William Fetterly William Penprase 1914 Delbert Bohannan Louise Dickson Nona Fees Mabel Hudson Amos Gardner Gilbert McCoy Earl Miller Roy Williamson 1915 Sarah Burton Evelyn Walters Elsie Edgerton Clifford Burton Clyde Tout Zenophon Bouris The lilni 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 25 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 N U U H H 1 1916 Edwin Vaughan Sarah Eddy Henry Eddy Louis Burnham Murray Arenschield 1917 Eleta Smith Wallace Clark Ashel Penprase 1918 Jennie Perret Dessie Timmis George Hale HONOR R Ralph Vaughan .... Olo Vaughan ...... Edwin Vauqhan .. Hampton Watts .. William Fetterly .... OLL ...,............Aviation ........Aviation ......,,Aviation ,..............Infantry ,.......Made the Supreme Sacrifice John Calkins ................ Marine Corp Leslie Calkins ................ Marine Corp Murray Arenshield .,.......,..., Artillery Stanley Root .......... Merchant Marine Clyde Tout ............ Ruth Stewart ........l .,......Signal Corp .Red Cross Nurse Aefnes Ramsdale ...... Red Cross Nurse Gene McIntyre Wallace Clark Henry Eddy .... Louis Burnham Ashel Penprase .... Ralph Davis Paul Kline ..... Ray Wilkinson Roy Southard ...... Gilbert McCoy Eugene Small Chester Small ..... Clifford Burton .. Orrie Thompson Harley Kline ......... Delbert Bohannan Richard Morrel .... Clemens Spielman Amos Gardner ..... Carswell McIntyre-in Calvin Stewart .... ..,.....Red Cross Nurse .......Radio Service ................Signal Corp A. T. C. A. T. C. .............Army ..........Army ...........,....Army ...............Infantry .......Radio Service ....................Navy .......Navy ....... Navy ........... Navy ..............Infantry ................Artillery .....,........Infantry .Forest Brigade ..............Infantry ..............Artillery

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The Elninnrun followed in your sinful mother's foot- steps! She, who because she was ruled by her heart, disobeyed the will of Fa- ther Antonio, met death by her own do- ing! Now, you, too, shall meet the same death. Tomorrow evening you will be burned, here! Do you hear me, you sinful daughter? She turning away covered her face with her hands. Trabuco moved to- ward her. Stand back, young man! cried the priest. Tomorrow evening you will be- come a mountain. Through all the ages you will lie south of that lake yonder! Still. even now a white cloud hovers over the great figure of the sleeping giant, who was Trabuco, the Indian boy. It is exactly the same kind of a cloud as appeared when the girl was burned. If you look closely, very closely, you can sometimes see a pair of large dark eyes. They are not sad any more, for frowning Father Antonio has no power to keep her from Trabuco any longer. LA VERNE PEARSON-'20. illlnrning nn links Elainnrr The water lies so calm and still, The sun is shining o'er the hill, The lake appears as tho at rest. The mountain views its lofty crest Reflected in the glassy deep, And seems to smile at its rugged steep. And then from yonder tree is heard A titter from an awak'ning bird. Then out upon the breeze doth float A song of many a different note From other songsters now awake, Each bidding good morning to his mate. Then other noises catch the ear- The splashing of oars from a boat quite near, Or the echo of some tinkling bells Re-sounding from the herds in the distant dells. This beautiful picture with the morning's ray Assures the pleasure of a perfect day. And how thrilling to view it from the shore, In mornings on Lake Elsinore! CLARA SLOSSON. '19, p Easing QD11 the 611811 Goat is the future perfect tense of kid. There are two main varieties of goats. One kind is the native of the barnyard and i-s useful chiefly for dairy products and for eating old tin cans, shoes and stockings, old or new, and various other things found around the average home. The other is found chiefly in the fresh- man class and is useful to tease and tell jokes about. One of the chief differences between these kinds is the fact that the barn- yard goat amuses himself at the expense of others, while the freshman variety amuses others at its own expense. Also the barnyard goat after said amusement gleefully says: Mah-eh-eh-eh- , while the freshman goat dolefully says: Ma-a-a-a-ama-a-a. JOHN PETERS-'22.