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

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As this class departs from llic old familiar halls, its one hojiu is that it may never be forgotten. In conclusion, I wish to state that this is a true and authentic history of the noble and glorious class of ' i8 B. Dee Chase, ' i8 P . ' Jor you anb 5tt« He is fighting, for liberty, over the sea, Somewhere in P ranee today ; He is fighting to banish Autocracy — To make the world safe for Democracy — He is fighting for you — for me. He is fighting the fight that hi fathers fnught, Somewhere in P ' rancc today ; He is holding the Hag they valiantly wrought. Protecting that freedom so dearly bought — He is fighting for you — for me. And, if, while he ' s fighting for us. he goes west, Somewhere in France today. There ' s a knowledge he sleeps in untroubled rest ; By his sacrifice we ' re abundantly blest — He has died for you — for me. Katherine Beswick, ' i8. Page Ttwenty-seven

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The time had again come for the Forensic Contest. ( )in of the whole class, Katherine lleswick proved to be the most skilled essayist. ' ery ably did she preserve the In iKir of the yellow and white 1) winning a place in the big con- test. This ]iracticall ' marked the hiilliant clise of the Jnnior year. On Septtniber 25. hjiJ. back came this famous class to complete the last lai) cf the relax. l ' re;-linien dreams had conie true; they now bore the honorable name of Seniors. The - did their best in making the most of their last ilays in their dear old S. A. H. S. L ' nder the leadership of Ral]ih Cole and Paul Jones, they carefully performed all Senior duties. Out of love for poor, suffering l ' reshmen. the first and foremost of these duties was to organize the Rig Brother and the I ' ig Sister movements. Many times were the timiil hearts of the meek and modest Freshmen comforted by the helpful aih ' ice and kindly sympatli - of their liig llrothers and Sisters. M this time, the hearts of those who had bravely withstood the storms for three long years and had worn out much shoe leather on the trail between Polv High and Clunes. were thrown into a transpeirt of delight by the erection of a first-class Assembly Idall. One morning the High School was awakened from its lethargy by a band of Red Cross nurses, alias Senior girls. As these could not exist without jiatients. tlu ' boys came dressed as .Sammies. A pictiu ' e of those historic girls is still preserved in the archives of Sam Stein ' s window. In addition, the students were given a most fascinating Senior program, which was acknow letlged by all as the best class program ever given. The proceeds were turned over to the Red Cross, again showing that this was a patriotic class. In February shortly after the new freshies had arrived, it was felt that this mid-}ear class needed an introduction. The Senior class willingly levied a jitney tax on each of its members and accmiiulated enough monev to finance a Hello Day. Xothing has yet Ijeen said of the two princi])les that this class has alwavs ii]ihel(l. I ' irst. it has ever frowned on queening in the halK. a that causes weak knees and callouses on the shoulder blades, due to the much leaning against the walls. Second, this class ha.S ever refrained from chewing gum, on the gromids, because, as stated by Miss Webber, it is mistreating the gum to chew it so much. Though the class of ' 18 B cannot boast of being the largest class in the his- tory of the school, nor of any special honors bestowed upon it. yet it will always be remembered for its sincere faithfulness to the class and to the Red and White. Piiyo Twenty-six

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Our 0 5 In tl)e I3rencl) 5 Take oii vour hats, t;-(iocl citizt ' iis all! Here comes Old Glory floating by. Guarding our boys who have answered the call And are going out to the trenches to die. ( ut in the trenches, near Xo Man ' s Lantl, Crouching in mud, half-frozen, and weary From fighting, heartsick at the slaughter of man. They watch thro ' nights that are dismal and dreary. Out in the trenches near Xo Man ' s Land! There ' s where our boys ami young men must go; Where man ' s heart is wrenchetl by war ' s cruel hand. And even God ' s heart is touched with woe. Down in the trendies midst ice antl snow. .Sleeping, and waking to a living hell : Their pain and suffering we can never know ; For half will never come back to tell. It seems as long as the tyrants live, Our bovs must go to the trenches to die : And we. for our bit. cmr b(iys must give. That ever Old Glory may float on high. So here ' s to our boys in No Man ' s Land ! Fighting for freedom with all their might : Striving to keep ofT autocracy ' s hand : Dving today for the cause of right. Then oft with your hats, good ])atriiits, all. . nfl salute Old Glory as she goes liy; For . merica true has answered the call, . nd her bovs are sjoinu ' to the trenclu to die. Gladys Pe.vl, ' i8. Pase Twvnty-right