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

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THE ARIEL to limb and life would occur, for then the strife was fierce and the rivalry keen. Dr. Morton expected to see a general slaughter and he had come with his satchel as a duty he owed to his son. Without much doubt he was the only man among the thousands present who expected no pleas-- ure from the contest. The whistle blew and the ball sailed in the air straightto the Stan- ford fullback. As though shot from a catapult, down the field he came in the wake of his team mates' interference. Clash! Tear! Thump! And he was down, a dozen men sprawled about him. Dr. Morton was on his feet watching .with keen scrutiny for the form of his son stretched out. as he believed it would be, on the ground. His heart was still and a great anguish tore at his breast. Will he never get up F But Andy was safe. The signal for play was given and again the two teams smashed into each other with terrific force. Again and again. The ball was punted and caught by one of California's backfield who was thrown be- fore he had time to move by the Stanford tackle, Freshman Morton. Oh, my son, my son,', gasped the father. VVhat's the matter with Morton ? yelled the bleachers. He's all right l V But is he all right ? came anxiously from the father. Andy rose from the encounter and waited. One hand rested on his hip, the other raised his nose-guard from his face to allow freer breath- ing. All eyes were on him though he seemed not to know it. The atti- tude was picturesque and the movement suggestive of the strength of manhood. There were admiring words said by Blue and Gold sup- porters, and the father for the moment forgot his severe anxiety, and when there burst from the Stanford bleachers, Andy, Andy, Good boy, Andy li' which was answered from the California cohorts with, We like you, Morton ! there was a swell of pride beneath Dr. Morton's profes- sional vest. His son and flesh and blood was the idol in the eyes of thou- sands. The game went on and the field seemed less like a bull-ring than he had thought it ever could. He saw no gore, no stretchers. - He fathomed unconsciously the value of nose-guards, headgears and shoulder-pads. But still there was an anxiety. Neither side had scored the first half and much of the second was past. The tiers of fevered partisans held their breath as every signal rang from the lips of the quarter, and breathed freer with relief or dis- l I

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THE ARIEL The father bought every morning three San Francisco papers and each morning the sporting items were read. The doctor had made up his mind that as soon as his son was injured he would take train for Palo Alto. He knew that it was coming, a mere matter of time. He only hoped that the injury would not be very serious-the lesson would be fully as effective. But he did not read of Andy's maiming. Instead, after two weeks, came frequent mention of a fight that was on for a vacancy in the varsity line between an old second team man named Miller and Freshman Mor- ton. There was one dispatch in the Examiner that the doctor clipped out and put away in his desk, and, it must be said, it was done in spite of himself with a slight feeling of fatherly pride. It read: Morton is making a heroic fight for the tackle position and receives unstinted praise from the coaches. He goes into every play with the aggressiveness of a tiger. His broad shoulders plough through the opposing team like a bull tearing through a greenhouse. VVhile lacking thegtechnical knowledge of the game that his rival possesses, he has a dash and abandon that has seldom been seen on the gridiron. In strength the freshman is unsur- passed on the field. The father did not know that the campus corres- pondents were writing at the rate of twenty-five cents to the column inch and was a little deceived when he read some of the things that were printed. But there was a contest on, though from the first even those on the side lines could predict the outcome. Andy had the fight in him. The coaches were pleased when they saw him up against it, for then he played his best game. That is what we need this year, said Coach Dare. Two days before the game the papers announced that the fresh- man had won out. The game was on. Thousands of people waved the Cardinal and other thousands waved the Blue and Gold. On one side of the field the rooting sections of the rival colleges yelled and sang. The band played, but what is the use of trying to describe the action and the excitement of a Big Game. For those who have seen no description is adequateg for those who have not seen--they would not understand. Then the two teams rushed on the Held, the California fellows first, in their new jerseys, followed a few minutes later by the Cardinal players. Across from the Stanford section was a dejected doctor as lonesome as though called to a funeral. As many another layman, Andy's father thought that the Big Game was the game in which the greatest havoc

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THE AR'IEL The Naught Fours chose which gods they willed to serve Some followed in the course Historical, if The Classical lured others with its charm, While some to scientific lore inclined. O'er each a priest or priestess, teacher, guide, And friend, stood ready to initiate I The Freshies to the sacred myst'ries of The Gods of learning, worshipped at High School With sacrifices of pens, papers, books, And recitations, tests, exams., for pray'rs,' Full deeply were the tender Freshies awed, ' And diligently labored to obtain The favor of the gods, most grim, within Assembly Hall, her sanctuary dread, Sat fierce Deportment frowning, to whom are So many piercing eyes that spy each move, As many list'ning ears attend each sound, As many hands put blue marks on the book, At first sight small she seems because of time, But toward the quarter's end she towers huge, And startling figures show on report cards. This dreadful goddess Naught Fours learned toifear, To heed the frown, the glare, the pencil's rap. A kinder spirit, too, they came to know, Class-Spirit, strong and true, undaunted, gay, A laughter-loving goddess she, of mirth most fond, Who ruled with justice or in work, or fun. Her the N aught Fours soon learned to love, and decked Through all the years with willing hands her shrine, The favor of the goddess thus they gained, Who ever present watched oier them and with Her mighty spear dismayed all foes who came, For her the Naught Fours laid the cheering spread Within her sacred class room, free from care, For her they woke with loud class-yell and song The echoes of the sky, and in her name They rose at three o'clock a. m. that they . Might at the High School Picnic first arrive. Her plaudits nerved them to athletic feats