Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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16 THE PORCUPINE ‘ THE: FOREST. I know of a place that is wondrous fair! O, its beauties can never be told! No kingly palace with it can compare, Though garnished with diamonds and gold. Its roof is a million of fluttering leaves; All set in a background of blue; Its soft, noiseless carpet a blanket of moss, Mosaiced in various hue; Its tall, stately columns define airy aisles, That end in a cozy retreat, From which the red ivy shyly looks out and smiles, And the wild rose and maiden-hair sweet! Bright-coated musicians fill the air with their song, While soft breezes blow o’er the land, And there steals through the forest a sigh, deep, and long, Like the breath of a pipe organ grand! O lovely retreat from the turmoil of life! How your beauty steals into the heart! How it sweeps down the cobwebs of malice and { strife, And pours balm on dark sorrow’s smart!

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THE PORCUPINE 15 corners of her mouth began to droop and one tear rolled slowly down her dimpled cheek. Her companion, catch- ing sight of it, felt an unpleasant sensation in his throat and a wave of affection,for.the girl suddenly sweeping over him, he took! a step toward. her; and an arm stole around her neck, while a humble voice said, “I guess we we were both right, Helen. You think your way and Vl think mine.” A sweet face was upturned at that moment and another humble Voice said, “I dess that will be all right, Albert.” For Albert was only eight years old and Helen only six. The quarrel had been slight, for it, had arisen when Albert had insisted that a mule was a mule, and Helen had just as stoutly declared ‘that it was a don- key. ; The sun wisely put aside its frown and cast its golden rays down upon two happy hearts. : in

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THE PORCUPINE 17 as , (Fee A SSS SSS N Now that the holidays are over and we are entering anew period of school life, our work seems all the more pleasant for our short separation from it. With school came the thoughts of the school papers and, judging from the number of exchanges accumulated during vaca- tion, the editors and business managers have not entirely forsaken their posts. Most of the papers reviewed this month are Thanksgiving numbers and the general ar- rangement of all impresses one with the thought that High School journalism is steadily advancing. The Adjutant, from Mt. Tamalpais Military Academy, appeared this month in a pretty blue binding. Its staff is small but unusually enterprising for the paper is one of the largest received and its literary department is exceptionally good. “The Memoirs of X. Y. Z.,” a story based on the late siege of Port Arthur, is cleverly told. The title page of the Imp.represents a Puritan, with a bible under his arm, a long, flowing cloak, and a broad hat shading a very serious, stern face. The picture is im- .