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

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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

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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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T H E A R I E L Until they won the victor's laurel Wreath, Class-Spirit made them paint the Naught Four Pink On rocks, on trees, on everything in sight, And raise it on live wires high in air. Thius toiled the Naught Fours through their Freshman year Due rev'rence to the God of Wisdom paid, And noted of each class the properamien, The Soph'mores, insolent 0'erWeening pride, The Juniors' haughty stare, the Seniors' cold Indifference to all things but themselves. Meanwhile unconsciously the Freshies Wore ' An air of wrapt -amazement mixed with awe. But soon the Naught Four Sophomores became, And then no longer felt they any awe, But mocked the tender Freshmen, Juniors scorned' And on the mighty Seniors declared War. In this year, too, occurred a painful thing g Some Naught Four Classicals, affrighted by The jeers and scoffs of certain cynics base, Who hinted darkly Greek was' useless, stale, Left bare the altar of that goddess Wise And paid to other powers her homage due. With winged haste the second year .sped by, And now behold, the Naught Four Juniors proud And calm 5 to Freshies friends, to Seniors quite Indifferent. This year the class attained Great fame and glory in athletic fields And at the High School Picnic won first place. At last the Naught Four Seniors grave becameg Then felt they peers of e'en the gods themselves, And patronized their priests and priestesses, Wlien lo! with frightful mien appeared the dire Deportment in their midst, the thunderbolts Of wisdom in her hand. Her Gorgon shield Full in the faces of the other gods She shook, and bade them own her povv'r supreme They vanquished yielded, helpless looked they on Wliile fierce Deportment hurled with furious might Class-Spirit from the throne and sat herself 7