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

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'F' ' V' SAVED BY A HYPNOTIST Louis ROBINSON, '08 B. Will all the boys in the room please stand, announced Profes- sor Heart of the Prescott High School from the platform to the stud- ents assembled for the afternoon session on the Hrst Wednesday of the second semester. Now , said he, all those who were in no way connected with the 'imprisonment' of the Freshman boys in the furnace room this morning may be seated. This may seem a curi- ous sort of announcement to most people, but to some of us present it was a fearful surprise. Initiation of Freshman had been positively forbidden a day or two before. But we had paid little attention to the fact, and had stowed away the little Freshies in the furnace room. Now and then, as we were gaily singing our morning songs, their melodious cries for freedom came up through the air shaft. The one failing of the faculty was that they couldn't take a joke, and now as our innocent or dishonest companions began to take their seats comfortably, we who were left standing felt the weight of the situation. Our names were taken and we were invited to call on the principal in the office after school. Unless we could find some way in which to change our loving principal's mind, it was certain that the school would have to get along without about twenty of her most energetic students for awhile. No possible way of solving the question had been discovered by three-thirty and we all marched into the office to meet our doom. Now, began Professor Heart, when we were all seated, You boys have directly disobeyed those authorized to control you and not under any circumstances can we tolerate such actions. So you will be asked to discontinue- But a loud knock on the door interrupted him. He opened the door and there stood Kirk, the world's most famous hypnotist, disguised as a book agent. He began to talk about some new dictionary just out, all the while keeping a steady gaze on I-Ieart's eyes. After a few minutes he disappeared and the principal stood dazed and stupified in the door for a second or two Then turning to us with a laugh he said, Quite a joke you played on the Freshman this morning- That is all, I guess.

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MY FIRST DAY AT HIGH SCHOOL everybody met to talk over different things, or to sing, and that was where I ought to be. I rolled over, scrambled to my feet and groped about until I ran into a tin surface, which popped as I hit it with my elbow. I-Iey! fellows, let me out, I shouted at the top of my voice. From above came a muffled burst of laughter, then silence. Hey! fellows, let me Out, I say. This time the muffled sound of laughter came to my ears alittle more distinctly. My heart stopped for an instant, and, as I heaved one full- grown sigh, a couple of tears found their way down the sides of my hot cheeks. They surely made a horrible mistake when they nam- ed this place the cooler, I thot to myself. I wish I were home and daddy was here, I sobbed and giving up, sank down once more upon the cold gravel floor, and waited a long time in despair. In my misery I heard some beautiful music from afar. It was the good old, familiar Lead, Kindly Light, and next, Holy, Holy, Holy! This cheered me up a little and I was in much better spirits when somebody opened the door close by my side. He was a small, thin man and wore apair of blue, bibbed overalls, which looked very respectable besides those light-colored corduroys, so I passed him by without any further remark than a modest, thank you, and glided up the stairs only to be stopped by a gentleman who wore a vandyke, and who ushered me up three flights of stairs into the great Assembly Hall. Here I was greeted warmly with a burst of applause from the occupants of many hundred desks. I was shown a seat in front and sat down, feeling proud of being so heartily received as a member of the Santa Ana High School. Merry faces beamed upon me from every side and now I thot that if ever any body on earth had a right to wear those big trousers, it was Ig so I decided then to order at once, a pair, extra wide, from the tailor. K I i ! l w 1 l I I l w r I l l it .4

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Zn? THERE COMES A TIME ROBERT PERRY, '08 B. There comes a time in the life of every boy, when feminine charms thrill his sensitive heart, and fill his breast with a tender passion for every pretty girl he sees. That boy is but half a boy who has not felt the sweet impulse of puppy love. I remember one instance in my life, when a new family moved into our neighborhood. There were a large number of children in the family, but one little girl about my age, with brown hair and eyes, especially attracted me. But the harder I loved her, the more I was afraid of being noticed by her. One day, as I was feasting my eyes upon her through a knot- hole in the fence, my mother called to me from the kitchen: Take this over to those new folks, she said, holding out a large pan to me, and tell them we have just killed ahog, and thought perhaps they would like some fresh meat. I took the pan reluctantly, and started off. My face flushed, even as I entered their yard, and I wished I might hide my head under my coat. As I stood there waiting for the door to be opened, I ventured a timid glance in the direction of my loved one, who was sitting on the porch. Oh, the intense agony of that moment. I felt as though some one was wrenching at my heart, and I wished I might die. For there she sat, looking up at me, and making such a face as ne'er before carried so much bitterness to a mortal heart. At that moment I was dimly conscious that the door opened, I took a step forward, but alas, I stubbed my toe, and fell head- long into the hall, scattering the meat over the floor, and rolling the pan across the room. 'fHere's some meat ma sent you, I sob- bed, and witnout waiting to be thanked ded precipitously. 'K N i-