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

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f , ' 1 ff' 1 ff f' M' I -f if r ?4ff2a'E?Nf s ff-W-,ffl l ma gg P X, iff f f 'Z if if - ' for you are worn antl weary ancl your feet are torn antl hleecling. I.et nie hathe your wountls and give you footlf' XYhen the King hacl resteml a little, Cfouseienee saitl to hint gently, how eanie you to leave the heautiful valley for this tlesolate plaee? The first rays of tlawn shone through the wintlow of the Cottage antl fell upon the young Kings face, showing it sacl and weary hut with a strange tritnnph in his eyes. Slowly he answerecl Conseienee in a Voiee whieh seeinetl to hint not his own, l have seen the falsity of my life: l have elitnheml the mountains of Dis- illusionnlentz l have left foreyer the liingclont of Sltatlowsf' tXntl so the lXlllg tlwelt with Lonsetenee in the l,antl of Reality antl in tune he won his way into the hearts ot lns people. while. on aeeount ot his tire- less et't'orts, the I,antl of Reality heeaine a plaee of heauty antl kintlness insteafl of a lmarren plain. The faces of the inhahitants showetl no less a ehange than the eountry, for the inarlcs of evil antl suffering whieh niarretl theni grew fainter anrl fainter as the years went hy anrl were replaeetl hy expressions of peaee antl gootl will towarcl all inanlcincl. llut one of the tirst things whieh showecl the ehange the people hatl experieneetl was the zeal with whieh they tore front their gartlens the ugly weetls of tfruelty antl tireecl antl plantetl in their steatl the heautiful tlow- ers of l.oye antl Charity whieh they wateretl with the tears of their Repentanee. AXI first the hlossoins hatl to he earefully proteetecl front the iey winmls of llatreml :tntl linyy. llut as time went hy, the tieree gales eante less anal less frequently antl the plants grew large and strong. 'l'o show their gratitutle for what their ntonareh hatl gone for thenl. the people tore tlown the niiserahle hut in whieh the King of eonseienee tlwelt antl over the spot where it hatl stootl, they ereetetl a ntagnitieent palaee of stainless ietarhle ahove the cloor of whieh was written: 'l'he Dwelling l'laee of Love. Nl. Downs lll l't'llIXS, 'l5. F t !'74W' lfourteen

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Q. f.y,'ffi':.f '.,' '-ffpgf. ,,.fgf4-gg ffiiwz,ffff,z,f ',xg,.fhZZ,! V i Miss NVinslow sank into her chair and with firmly pressed lips surveyed the hope- less case placed in her charge, out of whom she was to make an intelligent citizen. lt had been a trying day for the term was in its first quarter, and the new class hard to manage. Teacher's patience and courage were at a low ebb, when suddenly a little hand shot into the air. Teacher, can we say our pieces ? It was the brightest pupil, who had often saved a trying situation. Yes, dear, you may give one. He was a beautiful child, whose devotion to his teacher won him the title from the other teachers of Miss Winslow's little knight. As he recited his piece, her glance fell upon the slow pupil. He had forgotten himself, and was gazing at the brightest child. For the Hrst time, the boy's interest awoke, and teacher was startled to see the transformation. The next morning the little knightv was waiting at the steps. Teacher can I :lo sumfun' for you ? I think so. Come in and we will see. They, walked together through the halls of the fine building. Upon its walls were pictures of historic events while here and there a palm or huge basket of greenery was growing. They entered the second grade room and were greeted by a flood of sunlight. See here, would you like to sharpen these pencils ? The little knight was apparently lost in his task when he looked up and said, I don't see why Henry's mother and father send him to school-he can't learn anything. I suppose they are in hopes he will learn sometime, said the teacher. But he's awful good to us fellows, Miss VVinslow. He always gives me his turn in the swing and yesterday he gave me all his marbles. The nine o'clock bell rang, and the line marched in. The subject of time telling was reviewed. Still the problem was too much for Henry. Then a happy thought struck Miss Wiilslow. Calling Henry to her desk, she placed her watch before him. The beautiful little time-piece caught his fancy and seemed to arouse .he slow intellect. Now, Henry, tell me where the hands are when it is two o'clock. The big hand is there and the little hand there. ' Good! Now where are the hands when it is three o'clock ? -- Yes Four o'clock ?--rightf' 'fAnd six o'clock ?---Good! I'll let you take the watch to your seat and you may make a picture of it. lie very careful with it. With an expression of unusual joy, he carried the treasure to his seat and on spent a happy hour. Suddenly upon the quiet air the fire alarm sounded and each child ran to his usual place. In the hall the children from the other rooms were gathering. Sixteen