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

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I 1,1 Aki!! .y ,1 f XY- K. ..,. ARIEI-Q. Lester started to speak but stopped,-he didn't know what to sayg it was so lifelike and beautiful, but most of all the sentiment aroused his emotions and beneath it he saw into Leigh's life, his secret. if :sc bk wk is wi: On the eighteenth day of the exhibition, Leiglfs strain had begun to tell on him so that he decided not to tax his physical and mental strength by going. He told Lester to go and when it was over to come and tell him all. The places were announced in the evening about eight o'clock, but Lester was not able to get away till nearly ten. He arrived at Leigh's studio and walked in, but as Leigh was not there he crossed the room and sat down by the window. In a few moments Leigh entered, and, although the room was not very light, Lester saw he looked years younger 3' he also saw the sparkle in his eyes. Leigh did not see Lester and he began to hum as he drew off his gloves. Wl1y, Leigh lu exclaimed Lester, standing up quickly, Have you heard F Oh, I didn't notice you,', Leigh replied. Heard what? About your picture, of course. Wllere have you been P asked Lester. Oh, yes, I forgot. Tell me, did I reach the top? Leigh asked, drawing a chair near Lester. No, Lester answered and sank into his chair again. So the 'Unforgotten Memory' didn't win at the exhibition? Leigh said calmly, showing no dis-appointment in his voice. Wl1y man li' exclaimed Lester, leaning forward, I thought you cared so much. 'Y Listen, Lester, Leigh answered, softly moving nearer. It didn't bring me to the top of Mt. Fame, but it did bring me to the top of Mt. Happiness. He then handed Lester a crushed note. Lester opened it and read:- Dear Leigh, I have not forgotten, either. Irma. NIILDRED SH.xr.LuNiilsRt:14:n,, '13. Page Twenty-four

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ARIELL I ,rp ,L -exe .4 him away from his work awhile. He opened the door and stopped, for there sat Leigh at his easel painting. Why! I expected to find you-oh-I thought you weren't going to paint any more. A Good morning, Lester. You see I've changed my mind. I'm painting this for the December Exhibition. And, Lester, 1,111 going too put my whole heart into it. H could not suppress a sigh for he knew his heart was already there. I'll be very busy now and don't wish to be disturbed, so-, you understand, Lester. Lester was too much rejoiced to say anything except, Yes, all right. I hope you have luck. Good-bye, and he left the room. Lester could not keep such good news, and soon all of Leigh's friends knew he was again trying for first place. Leigh worked every minutelof the day and spent part of the nights thinking. He attended no social functions, he neglected his exercises, and scarcely slept or took time toyeat. His friends began to worry and fear he was over-working himself, but Lester, who was sure of Leigh's success, allowed no one to go near him. The rest of Qctober went by and November slipped away. It was the middle of December, four days before the exhibition when Lester receivd a note from Leigh asking him to come to the studio. Come in, called Leigh before Lester could knock, for he knew it was he by the bounds up the stairs. A You've-F Lester started to ask. Yes,,' interrupted Leigh, I've finished my picture and wished you to see it. First, I want to thank you for the kindness you did me by not coming till I sent for you. He crossed the room and turned to the admiring eyes of his friend, the picture on the easel, Unforgotten Memory. It was the picture of his dream on canvas: a red brick school house with ivy twining lovingly over its walls, green rolling lawns over whi-ch the spreading trees cast inviting shadows: the shadows were long, as it was the sunset hour, and everything had a rosy glow. Under one tree sat a young girl, her head slightly raised, for she was looking at a young man who was carelessly leaning against the tree. Her eyes seemed to be twinkling and her face was lit. with a merry laugh. His lips were slightly parted in a smile while his eyes expressed only one thing as he looked at her. Page Twenty-three

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Ebe Ulcverteo Resolution N old man sat gazing absent-mindedly o-ut of the car window as the train drew into tl1e suburbs of Milwaukee. He did not seem to notice when the train stopped at the beautiful grounds of the Milwaukee-Downer Girls' College. He had come a hundred miles from hi-s farm in Minnesota and while on the train had scarcely spoken. This was probably because of the purpose of his coming. Old Silas Farland was proud, and he was dead set against his son, John, an official of a Chicago bank, marrying a member of Chi- cago's Four Hundred. John had written home announcing his en- gagement to a young women in high society, and Silas, considering such a union a disgrace to the family name, was now on his way to the city to dissuade john from his rash and thoughless course. At the college a large party of girls boarded the train. The latter being quite well filled, the girls had to make use of the half-vacant seats. One of them seated herself beside Silas who, because of his taciturnity, had been riding alone. She asked him several questions and, finding her very entertaining, Silas' soon was engaged in an inter- ested conversation. He learned a great deal about the college from the girl, and when they left the train, he said, Good day. with consid- erable respect for the kind young lady who had lifted his spirits from the gloomy mood in which he had spent most of the journey. He stepped off the train in Milwaukee at twelve-thirty, and, wish- ing to catch the two o'clock boat for Chicago, ate a hurried lunch. Then rising from the table too abruptly he struck the waiter's arm, splashing a tray of soup over his own coat. The waiter apologized, and when Silas explained that he had an extra coat with him, offered him a room to change in. This Sil-as accepted and soon was unbuckling his suitcase. When he lifted the lid, he stepped back in surprise. Gee Wl1itaker! ejaculated Silas, as he beheld a complete miss's costume, a sewing outfit, a white sweater andua Milwaukee-Downer pennant. Gosh, he said disgustedly, I've got that college girl's suitcase. As he snapped it shut, he exclaimed admiringly, My, but she's neat. If John would only marry some one like her. Page Twenty- tive