Canon City High School - Nonac Regit Yearbook (Canon City, CO)

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M.. a , 6 fy ka! . .. -, ' .. I ff I- --. 4 Xl. V- .Q -wry-, pa, - A-, I , V-M . , , 1 N 'j -,,, f , ff I A' Senior Class Histor and Prophecy ' ,glggggg E who have not yet outgrown the childish joys of wander- fri ing gay and carefree through the golden halls and sun- kissed gardens oft fair castles in the air, hearken to a fanciful yet truthful tale of thirty-one brave youths and maidens, as they follow learningys rocky pathway up the Mount of 'Wisdom and onward to the City of Success. ' .Far in the heart of the towering Rockies, where winter blasts are not too cold nor summer suns too scorching, there stretches for many miles a beautiful and grassy plain. In one direction it extends toward the rolling foothills. among which flows a crystal river, overhung by cool, refreshing shade trees. In the opposite direction there rises a high, rugged mountain whose summit is crowned with soft and lleecy clouds. Near its base there was assembled one ideal autumn morning a company of three score youths and maidens fair. Some lounged sleepily upon the grass, gazing listlessly into the clear blue sky, some longingly studied the cool, green hillocks in the distance, while others with wonderment and awe looked upward at the cloud-capped summit of the towering mountain. just as the first rays of the morning sun burst full upon them, a figure, clad from head to foot in a Flowing robe of snowy white, slowly approached the group and halted in the midst of them, and as she spoke in clear and ringing accents, not once was there the faintest whisper or ff X li the slightest sound amongst the listening company. Lo, I am Opportunity,', she said. I come to show you where to find the path of learning that will lead you up yon Mount of Ihfisdom. The way is hard, for there to cross. The journey is a who sink down by the alluring butterfiies. Some some give up the climb in gence the precepts of their ever onward, upward, may are jagged rocks to scale and deep ravines dangerous one, and many are the travellers wayside, or are. led astray by bright, are captured by the highway robbers, and deep despair, but they who heed with dili- guides, and faithfully from day to day push at last attain the mountain top, where they will catch that glorious vision reserved for them alone. The way is not all toil and hardship, for there are shady nooks for rest, and there are bright-hued flowers along- the path which grow more sweet and more abundant as you reach the higher altitudes. So follow me, ye who would gain wisdom. strength, and courage. For a moment all were silent, then the youthful company arose and prepared to follow after Opportunity. Already she was hurrying away, not waiting or once looking back. Some of the youths ran eagerly ahead, while others'loitered lazily in the rear, but at last all reached the spot where Opportunity had halted. Here, in a shady glen, a crystal

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Y' as : . lu--N Ivv- U P V 'r ., :rg .,'. ,,,, ,W -' U ,f'- ' ff Q'ilE'? - E45 1-'5eqs432+1 TMC'-3::lfT'l'g'f i' T7 'Q' e ' X, ,nv g ,MV ,F yi-I I, ' -..a.f.. . :rift Y Mn . ,.:, T in JK .- I- ' -ff lim- i-vw' f '-' lf, Y -J k. A ,f 4, Q. Kant, Z1 spring bubbled from among the rocks, and nearby a path wound in and out among the trees, but soon was lost to sight amid the bushes on the mountainside. Near the white-robed hgure stood a number of persons whose tanned faces and rough apparel spoke of long experience in the mountains. She spoke again: I have brought you skillful guides who know the journey thor- oughly. They will shield you from its dangers and will show you all its beauties. Now I leave you to their friendly counsel, but in four years' time, when you have reached the mountain's summit, I will come to you again and tell you of new wonders to be sought. Then she turned and left them, and they started on their quest for wisdom. As the journey was a new experience for our youthful travel- lers, they often became discouraged and disheartened, but here and there the guides would bid them pause upon some mountain park for a happy frolic or a jolly holiday. Many, however, turned back toward the plain or went aside to other more inviting paths. The incessant chatter of one called Hazel, the frequent screams of Nina over imaginary snakes, and the horrified shrieks of Bernice as pretty millers tlitted gracefully about her head, kept the party at a pitch of high excitement, and made the days pass quickly. Cue beautiful spring morning the guides ordered their charges to stop in a cool valley, announcing that the first fourth of the journey was completed and that here they might enjoy a period of rest and frolic. Vlfhen the autumn days again drew near, the company prepared to continue their ascent. As Opportunity had promised, the bright-hued Flowers grew more abundant, but they found their way a little steeper than before. Some tried riding ponies through the dark ravines of Caesar, but the frowning guide pronounced dire penalties of death upon the animals, and soon the feeble beasts were all abandoned, sad and lone. Wlhen the path was rough and stony, a bright-eyed maid called Helen or a timid youth caller Alfred would lure their comrades on with sweet, enchanting music. Wfhen they became tired and discouraged, Max, the infant of the party, would amuse them by his foolish questions and his childish prattle. Ere long they reached the half-way house, and each rejoiced to think how far they now had journeyed. Again they stopped for a pe- riod of rest and pleasure, but when the First tints of autumn appeared. all were ready to push onward toward the cloud-capped summit. which still seemed a distant and almost impossible goal. Upward, ever up- ward they climbed, following the guides just ahead. An active little maid called Ruth one day espied a beautiful butterfly of the species popularity. Forgetting her quest she chased it far and wide over the mountainside, and it was many weeks before she could overtake her companions. A mighty boom resounding from the fertile valley of Pleasure once startled the crowd, and caused some delay in their ascent. Another time they stopped to do homage to the party just ahead of them, who had almost reached the summit, but by the appointed time they reached the shady glen in which they were to take the last rest be-