Santa Ana High School - Ariel Yearbook (Santa Ana, CA)

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THE ARIEL the spring revived him, and he lay quiet, resting. But he turned his eyes to the face on the mountain and smiled as he gazed, so that the Indian gained courage to ask, Is it a new saint, padre P The padre smiled again as he answered, Yes, Pedro, a new saint. And he added softly, My Santa Ana. Then he died, and the Indian, grieving, buried him there near the spring, and, having marked the place with his wooden crucifix, prayed to the new saint and returned sadly to the Mission of San Diego. The padres are gone and their missions are falling in decay. In these southern valleys another people Hourishes, a people speaking another tongue and almost forgetting the Franciscan friars. But even in the new language some old names have survived, and Californians know as the mount San Antonio the beautiful snow-capped peak which overlooks the valley of Santa Ana. MARGARET GARDNER, ,O4. 5811 SHR!! mission' To praise the Favored One's name thou Wert made, I The Spaniard's faith in foreign land to keep, And harvest rich of native souls to reapg And well you served full many a decade. But an unseen Power has thy walls low laid g Thy barbarous children in thy ruins sleepy The loved ones left behind no longer weep, They also wander through the vale of shade. T hy shadow's left, and picturesque it lies Against the background of the hills so tall. Musicians sing, the artist paints the prize, The poet gazes, wonders 3 that is all. Majestic splendor, mystery yet sighs, In the dark recess of they ruined wall. A. C. 'This poem took first prize in contest.

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THE ARIEL membered the day 3 it was such a one as this. The grass was as green. the sky as blue and clear, and the sun shone as brightly as now, in this far land. And there had been flowers, too, dandelions like these, and bluebells. But what was he thinking of? That was all past, it was part of the secular life of old, sinful even to remember. At least so the priests had taught him, yet- why had God given man emotions if they were sinful? Then he crossed himself, murmuring a prayer for forgiveness, and turned his mind to meditate on affairs of the soul. But his thoughts soon re- turned to that day of long ago. . Yes, everything had been beautiful, yet he had felt a foreboding in his heart. 'He had tried to be gay. Was he not going to her, his Ana? VVhy should he be sad on this day? But, alas! his heart had told him true. 'He saw her, indeed, but it was a sad meeting. Forced by her father, she had married one of his friends, a rich old nobleman. She still loved her childhood companion, her Ricardo, she said, but now they must part forever. She had had no opportunity to say more, for they were alone but a few moments, and he had gone back to the city to plunge into the gay life of the capital and revel in its excesses. He had soon Wearied of pleasure, however, and had turned to political life, rising high in the government, and gaining power above that of some kings. Then one night came the news of her death, and a little later all Spain was wondering, for the gates of the cloister closed for- ever on Ricardo Hidalgo. After that he had come here in search of forgetfulness, and had always been among the foremost in making ex- plorations and attempting new enterprises, the most zealous and careless of life of all these zealous men. He was roused from his meditation by the sound of a little stream trickling over pebbles, and looking down he saw a spring of pure water, cool and grateful to the thirsty travelers. He stooped to drink, and rising, turned his face to the eastern mountains. Then Ana ! he cried, and stood erect gazing with reverent eyes. The Indian Pedro, following his look saw, as if carved on the ridge of the mountain by some giant hand, the profile of a woman, with straight, high forehead, delicate patrician nose and mouth, and a smooth, firm chin. To the padre, who had idealized the face of Ana during the years since he had seen her, the resemblance was striking and filled him with reverent awe. As he looked he suddenly reeled and would have fallen had not Pedro caught him in his arms and laid him on the ground. A draught of water from

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'r H E A R I E 1. 'Gbe Double lbictorgft O Agnes, I believe I know why Frances will not try for first team, said Alice Davis to her friend, Agnes Lewis. One day last week Frances and I were sitting in one of the alcoves of the cloak room studying our Latin, when Marie Brown and Daisy Dunne came in. They were so intent on talking that they did not notice us, and sat down so near that we could hear everything that they said. Marie and Daisy commenced talking about the coming basket-ball game with Monroe College. You know that Marie has always been jealous of Frances because she is a better player. Daisy said she thought Frances would get on first team again this year. and Marie said sar- castically, 'Oh, yes, I suppose she will, as everybody is partial to her be- cause she has money. There are other girls who can play just as well as Frances, but of course they stand no chance as long as she wants to play on first team.' Before long Daisy and Marie left, but it was very little studying that Frances and I did after that. I could see that Frances was very much hurt and I felt like telling Marie Brown what I thought of her. I believe- that is the reason why Frances will not even try for first team, as she is very sensitive and never pushes herself forward where she thinks she is not wanted. Agnes and Alice separated with more sober faces than usual, for they both thought a great deal of Frances, and resented anything that was said against her. It would mean a great loss to the team, even probable defeat if Frances did not play. I-Ier alleged reason was lack of time, and she sup- posed no one guessed her real reason. Marie Brown was given Frances' old place on the team as forward. Some doubt was felt as to the outcome of the game with Monroe College if Frances did not play. If the Glenwood High School girls were defeated it would mean the loss of the championship pennant, which they had held for two successive years, and if won this time it would be theirs permanently. This story :ook second prize in x sr