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

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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-

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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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A YARN FROM THE DINNER HOUR IN THE BOYS' BASEMENT F. L. HE11., '07 B. 1'11be darned if I ain't too lazy to go home for dinner, said Bob to Temp. as the two were passing from the last recitation room before the lunch hour. I'l1 tell you what let's do,', his companion said, Let's graft upon the boys down stairs. Good! replied Bob, HI guess the boys will give us a 'hand- out,' and we can tighten our belts a notch for the rest. Come on then, said Temp., We hadn't better be slow about it, or they will have eaten every thing up. NVith this they went down the basement stairs as only boys can, and began to make an earnest plea for food, offering divers excuses such as. 'Ma ain't home to-day,' 'My Wheel is broken and I want to study and won't have time to walk. In this way they were able to get a few pieces of bread and a piece of cake which they divided between them. Well,,' said Bob, I guess that by the time I get some candy in on top of that I won't starve. With this he turned and passing out of the basement door, started up town. A moment later Temp. also left the basement and called to his friend to come back and see what he had. As soon as Bob saw what his friend had, he ejaculated, Gosh! where did you get that pie? But Temp. spurned the question and said, I'll give you half. if you want it. 'tGo0d feller, rejoined his companion, I'll be your Dutch uncle some day. Temp. broke and gave his companion the larger half, who, by the way he disposed of it, showed that he had had some practice in pie eating before. I When he had bolted down the last mouthful he turned to his companion and said, Where did you get it, Gee! but it was good. Then noticing that Temp. was not eating his piece he said, Why don't you eat yours. Oh ! replied his friend, I picked it up beside the trash box where some one had thrown it.