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

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THE ARIEL Then, in the pauses between the attacks Uponqthe enemy's lines, We vanquished the junior's football team And enjoyed many glorious times. During the fights of this first campaign, We were led by a leader so true, That never a day in the field we lost, And we went through the thickest, toog She cautioned of swamps and forests dark, Where our thoughts might bog or stray, And she cheered us on in those fierce attacks, To the enemy's great dismay. She was always with us in pleasure or woe, In her thoughts we had always room, And deep in the heart of every mate U. E. F. will be carved till doom. But her aid was too great, our success too marked For commencing the next campaign, She was sent to command a weak brigade- We had won too much glory and fame. . With a mere figure-head to sign passports We plunged again into strife, Determined to let no illiterate hedge Obstruct our free path in life. The march was often rough and steep, And the enemy pressed us hard, Many a comrade was struck from our ranks, And many were deeply scarred. Bombs of aversion hurled in our midst Maimed some of our men for life, Stabbed with the steel of discontent Some quit the noble strife, And the poisoned arrows of idleness Dispatched by a lurking foe, Struck some of our loitering comrades, i Occasionally laying them low. Despite the foe and the rugged Way,

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HISTORY OF 'ost ,ZR ,., N the vale of Santa Ana, an In the fall of 1904, The Board of Education K t N Planned a new campaign of war. Then loud blew the brazen bugles, ' And their standards waved on high For the forces of old Ignorance Must yield once more or die. In the High School's grand battalion, 'Round the cardinal and white, Poured then in the lusty legions Quite blood-thirsty for the iight. There were seniors staunch and sturdy, Who had seen three years, or four, And the juniors dark and husky, They were not behind them far, But the sophmores' smiles and sunshine, One year's practice on their flutes, Yet we made up for their weakness, We the rough and raw recruits. When the muster roll was taken, And the official count came in, We were over eighty soldiers, Eager action should begin. Mounting wild steeds of Algebra, We scoured the Arabian plains, Uniting the science of reasoning With the keenness of our brains. With botany, history, and classic myths, We strove to.set memory free, That we might know the things that are, And recall what used to be.

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HISTORY OF '08 A few have stood the test, And of the eighty that began with us, We are not quite forty left. We are the ones who defied the snares Of Ignorance and his bandg . We stormed his forts and prisons dark- Made his allies bite the sandg For we pried with the bar of Latin The slabs laid down by time, And released the voice of Cicero, And saw Cwsar in his primeg We unearthed much ancient knowledge, And unraveled the modern lore, And when there was nothing else to do We have even created more. Now there is only the final rush Until our goal we will gain, From whence spread out the ways of life O'er that high and fertile plaing And when we are roaming far from here, At times our thought 'll return To the heroic acts of the Nineteen-eights, In the four years we strove to learn. As for- the legions who follow us Up the rough slopes to Fame, We will leave our record of thirty-eight, For some other to put to shame. --Louis Robinson L...l -xgf ,..- t f lfrxsf fig? is 'N