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

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Californids Gift E was an easterner, coming to California for the first time. He had heard much of this wonderful state and was ex- pecting great things. When he awoke one morning and knew he was in the land of bliss, a thrill came over him. He stole a glance at the promised land through the window of the Pullman smoker, but that car was filled with a crowd, jostling over the final hurried toilet, so he did not get a real, long, en- raptured look, until he was again seated with his traveling companion, a Californian. He knew that he was expected to rave over the country. The scene lay in the back yards of an ill-kept portion of Los Angeles. It was, indeed, quite a fall from the beautiful views he had seen on penny post-cards. The Californian made the first remark: Now those are eucalyptus trees. He thought, Rather scraggly trees, but they were the best things in sight, so he bugged out his eyes, swallowed his conscience and said, Truly remarkable trees! A wonderfully unique and beautiful leaf! Thus he was ushered into the Golden State. From then on he was sl1ow11 eucalyptus trees at every turn. He admired their size, their majesty, and everything about them except their bark. And still his acquaint-ance grew. He moved into a fur- nished house and found portieres of eucalyptus buds. The weather turned cool. He found that eucalyptus wood would warm him at the nominal cost of S11 per cord. He caught cold. Eucalyptus drops stopped the cough, and eucalyptus oil, used externally, relieved his sore throat and chest. He began to use eucalyptus hair restorer. He tried eucalyptus salve, eucalyptus liniment, and eucalyptus cream. Eucalyptus corn salve eased his weary feet. He washed his hands with eucalyptus soap, and cleansed' his white teeth with eucalyptus tooth powder. He cured all of his various minor ailments with reme- dies from the mighty eucalyptus. He thought he knew every bene- ficial use of the eucalyptus, but the climax was soon capped. It all happened at a Weenie bake. Gallant youths and fair maidens were seated around a tire of roaring eucalyptus branches. The weenies' had gone. The evening was damp. Some, having nothing else to do, feared a cold from the exposure. But a voice ex- calimed, No sir! You -won't take cold. This eucalyptus smoke will cure a cold! By a supreme effort our hero withstood the shock, but never again will he say he knows all of the uses of the eucalyptus. SELWIN SHARP, '13. Page Twenty-one

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'Ghz Taisy N the old days when the earth was inhabited by fairies and ruled over by the great God Zeus, two lovers met each day by the Spring of Eternal Youth. Their names were Mar- guerite and Petalus. One day as Apollo looked upon the earth he chanced to see the maiden standing by the river alone. He swiftly came to earth and took her to his palace above the clouds. A few minutes later Petalus came to the spring to see Marguerite, but she was gone. He searched for her everywhere, among the trees, along the banks of the stream, and at her home, but he could find her nowhere. Zeus watchedihim and finally came to earth to inquire the cause of his sorrow. When Petalus told him of how Marguerite had disappeared, and how lonely and sad he was, Zeus called the gods together and asked if anyone of them had seen the girl. All but Apollo denied having seen her. Then Zeus asked him where she was. Apollo, because he feared the great God, answered, She is in my palace. Zeus secured Marguerite ian-d took her to Petalus. He said to them, Since Marguerite has entered the heavens she cannot live on the earth as a mortal, but must become immortal. Therefore I will make you into a Hower. Marguerite will be the yellow circle standing for the center and sun of your life. You, Petalus, will be the white petals which surround and protect the center. Your flower will grow near the springs and take from them eternal life and your children will be many and will brighten the heart and life of man by their smiling, happy faces, lifted to him by the thousands in the fields. You will be called the Daisy. Thus was made our daisy, which is called Marguerite in the florist's gardens. GR.NCE PE-rERM,xN, '14, Page Twenty

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One mountain Tlfeigbt Uieacbeb T is no use, I cannot do any better, answered Leigh Kingston, and Lester Mancing left the studio, closing the door with a bang. He had spent all evening trying to encourage and cheer up Leigh, but had utterly failed. - I did my best last time. I put all my power, strength, and thought into my last picture. It is the last time I'll try, the top is too high: I can't reach it. I've climbed the hills, but the mountain is before me. Where did l ever hear that saying ?--Oh! my old class motto, 'We have climbed the hills, the mountains are before us.' Leigh sat by the window, l1is chin in his hands, his shoulders drooped, and his face filled with hopelessness, but as he uttered the last sentence to himself, his expression began to change somewhat. He continued looking through the window over the beautiful city of Paris, but his eyes took on a dreamy look, and around his mouth could be detected a very faint smile. By Jove! I must have been asleep, he exclaimed sometime later, jumping up from his chair. The room was dark except for fantastic lights leaping from the fireplace. He stirred the coals a little and began walking up and down the room, returning to his habit of talking aloud to himself. Such a strange dream as that was. Everything was so clear and plain. It seems as if I'd really seen the dear old building with its ivy-covered walls, its green lawns shaded by big spreading trees, and,-and-Irma was sitting under our tree, looking as sweet and girlish as ever. I suppose, everything is changed now, and she, too, yes, she has changed a great deal. Leigh frowned. His face became stern and his eyes hard. She has forgotten, why can't I? I willg I 'will work and forget. I'll think of fame and I'll show her proud father I'm worth something. He walked a moment in silence and then stopped and leaned on the mantle. Perhaps it was not her fault, I know he never cared about me, but then if she -and thus he mused, He drew a comfortable chair up to the firesicle and gazed Hxedly into the glowing embers. The bell of a neighboring cathedral was ringing for early 'mass when he finally stirred from his chair. Lester returned to Leigh's studio about noon the next day to take Page Twenty-two