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

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'IN Uiomancc of 'Ilocms T was very lonely at Locksley Hall. Pauline had gone to visit an uncle. Daniel Wheeler lived by The Lakeside, and her brother, John Underhill, was left alone in The Great Housev with only Danny Deever, the gardener, and Maud, the Gardener's Daughter. Three of the maids, Annabel Lee, Lucy Gray,', and Barbara Frietchief' had gone with Pauline, The other servants were dismissed for the summer. Why it was that John Underhill preferred to spend Hours of Idleness' in The Garden of Locksley Hall in Dreaming -or writing Odes, when he might have spent the Midsummer on The Sea or in Castles in Spain, was beyond the knowledge of Bill and Joe, his bosom friends. Yet, if they had gone to The Hill-top near Locksley Hall that first day of Summer, they might have seen a beautiful Strange Lady walk up The River Path with her arms full of Sweet-Fern and MfayHowers. She was the reason why John remained in The Deserted Village long after his friends had said Farewell and had gone to seek Pleasure,' in other lands. She was Evelyn Hope, The Only Daughter of Lord Randall, and had grown weary of traveling and had come to the woods for Silence and Rest Now it was Knee Deep in June, and still she was the Strange Lady to John, and Locksley Hall seemed lonelier than ever after The Dream of An Early Paradise. At last, one day The Meeting came. John, on An Excursion with his Pets, The Twa Dogs, came to The Palace of Art, or so it seemed to him. Under The Oak, with canvas 'and pencil, sat Evelyn drawing Descriptive Sketches. The sunlight streamed thru' the foliage upon her Golden Tresses and he thought of The Dream. The Days Departed and now The Two Voices might be heard among The Pines and The Sycamoresn as they went for An Evening Walk by The Brook or went for a ride in The One-Hoss Shay. At last the Autumn came and The Last Leaf and The Last Blossom withered. The Winter Roses bloolned and faded. The Fountain froze, and The First Snow Fall came, and now the Twilight Hours were spent By the Fireside. Page Thirteen

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Page Twelve Song of the :Brook On and on to the river, - Gliding and falling with grace, Now rushing to waken the niinnows, Now Howing with calm, slow pace, The little brooklet, Howing along, Sings this happy, rippling song, On and on to the river. On and on through the meadows, Calling the birds from their nests, Under the dew laden grasses, Bending in glittering crests, The little brooklet's onward flow I Sings in accents sweet and low, On and on to the river. On and on through the woodland, 'Neath tall oaks and aspen trees, Waving their leafy banners In the gentle breeze, The little brooklet 'Among wild flowers, Sings o'er this song through passing hours,- On and on to the river. On and on to the river! This song is heard no more. For the brook 'ripples on with its Over a rocky Hoor. And the brooklet cries to the city, 'fLook, people! Look at ine! I'm traveling on with the river, Down to the great, wide sea. partner jizwiirr. Hickox, 'I7B

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V' RE Y V mf 1 , X K f. A I L Xe But all Holidays must end. It was time for Evelyn to join her father at St. John's, Cambridge -and yet The Farewell was never spoken. The Promise was given one Rainy Day, when he said, My Love, you know What I Have Come For. The Bells rang and the Bridal Ballad was sung. The Strange Lady became The Bride of the man who was no longer lonely at Locksley Hall. GENEVIIQVE WOERNER, '13. Ebe math of Spring The winds, once icy cold, Are soft as eyes that adore, ' And the clear peet peter of the meadow lark is sweeter Than ever it seemed before. The Sun calls his nymphs about him, To await the coming of Breeze, Then down Hoats each fairy, by kisses to carry New life to the buds and the leaves. The orange blooms laden the air With ,perfumes of dizzy sweet, The vines and the flowers, twine themselves into bowers, Where the wee bird-lovers meet, For the Maid of Spring has returned, Old Winter to tease away, just a smile aimed to banish, lo winter did vanish And now Spring most gayly holds sway. EL1z,xn12'r11 MERICIOLD, '13, Page 'Fourteen