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

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WHILE A GREAT CITY SLEEPS ll alone, unprotected, stands a little shivering child. He falls upon his knees beside it and hungrily draws it to him. The baby puts its arms around his neck and snuggles up close, cooing softly, murmuring innocent prattle. It is safe now. It has found a protector: but the man, suddenly realizing for what he had come there, loosens his hold, the baby clutches him tighter, pressing its sweet little face to his. Here is some one who trusts him im- plicitly. Here is some one who needs himg and murmuring a prayer to his Saviour, he passionately clasps the child and turns toward the city. Q In old days angels came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white- winged angels now, yet men are led away from threatening des- struction. A hand is placed in theirs, which leads them forth gently into a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward, and the hand may be a little child's. ' -Leslie Roberts l nan When you're foolin' in the library An' havin' lots of fun, A-laughin' an' a-gibberin' As if your time had come- You'd better watch your corners An' keep kinder lookin' out, 'Er the teacher in charge 'll get you- Ef you you don't watch out. am.

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WHILE A GREAT CITY SLEEPS A, L HE storm has calmed. A pure, white mantle le vi covers the whole world, and all is still. The fi?-3 night is dark, but the lights, gleaming from the 'Y 'J . . . Q-he Q-gf windows and dusky street lamps, shining on the 2 ' GX snow, give it all an air of unreality. The calm, X' with the mantle of purity and chastity, softens the bitterness of the blizzard before. A young man slowly makes his way from the entrance of a brown stone front and more slowly staggers down the street. In the rays of a :flickering light his face is wan and creased with lines made deepby suffering. He seems dazed, with no idea what to do. He wanders on and on, heeding not his direction. though seemingly led by an invisible hand. The streets grow narrower, the houses dingier, the lights dimmer. He passes them all-on out into the darkness beyond. He stumbles over the tracks of the freight yard, blindly groping his way between the cars. At last he reaches the bridge and the night seems darker. A light snow has begun to fall. As his feet touch the wood, something within him stirs. But even as realization comes to him, an added shadow of bitterness passes over his face and a deep sigh escapes his lips, as though his heart were rent within. He cannot go back. He cannot stand the disgrace. No one trusts him. No one believes in him. He is so weary. But now he can end it all. Why are things as they are? Is there no God in heaven to save the weak? And he had been Weak. He was not guilty. He had been taken advantage of in a moment of weakness. But at last, at last- and almost joyfully he pushes back his damp hair and laughs! He is becoming wild. Is it with madness or with joy? And he rushes to the edge. There he stands poised. His eyes turn toward heaven. He Wavers-a cry break- ing the stillness echoes through his brain. He staggers back and listens. Low Weeping beside him makes him turn, and there,

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PATSY J Q NCLE James had just arrived from his home in the Q wlwufm M country. After everybody had attempted the '71 impossible task of trying to ask and receive 5f answers for about twenty questions, in as many 'f fx ' 'fvlfsi seconds, I gave a second thought to the dog that ggf' - N-5 lay quietly under his chair and said curiously. Where did you get that handsome bull-dog, Uncle Jim? Why, he answered, I bought her at Eureka when she was a pup. I'll venture to say that dog has as long a pedigree as King Edward. She is supposed' to have all the best bull-dog stock in the world centered in her, but all that I care about her is, that she is as faithful as any living being. Talk about sticking closer than a brother! Well, that lisn't in it. Now don't take offense at that comparison, John, he said, lov- ingly, to my father. You are the exception that proves the rule. I'don't take offense, said father, smilingly. What you say is undoubtedly true. But how did you make her so faithful? I remember a letter which you wrote to me, about a year ago, stating that you had one of the most vicious bull-dogs that you ever saw. I don't suppose that is the one you wrote of, is it? Yes, answered Uncle James, this is the same bull-dog with a modified nature. She belonged to the children of Judge Town- send. As children will, they teased her until she was spoiled and finally bit one of them severely. The Judge would have nothing more to do with her and I bought her for a song. I soon repent- ed my action, however, as the little brute killed my thorough-bred calf the first day, bit the hired man the second, and when I at- tempted to punish her, almost bit me. Patsy's disposition grew steadily worse and she was a menace to everything and everybody. One morning I went out to the barn and there in a manager saw Patsy guarding a handsome pup. As I reached down to get the pup, Patsy snapped viciously at me. You cannot imagine my anger. I had resorted to every means in my power to gain her love, but all in vain. I resolved to kill her, and sat