Phoenix Union High School - Phoenician Yearbook (Phoenix, AZ)

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DREAM COLORS In glaring light All harsh and bright The silent stretches seemed, But in the west A land of rest From desert drezu' redeemed. Orange and blue. Dream colors two, Painted that distant land XYith mighty sweep O'er mountain steep And sky up arched grand. From depths below Blue shadows How, The clark and daylight linking, The summits glow XVhile Stately, slow, The orange-red sun is sinking, The splendor fades To softest shades, The red-gold day is sleeping: XYith one lone star The mountains are Left in the blue night's keeping. -Geroid Robinson, 'l3. JJH go ,ff fi 'Q Q X 1 fx 'IR ATX! ff, NQf'Lli Nl Y Wx UM -1 'Qf 1 l I f 9 QD, Qygf MK f 'ff-1-1 ff'z 5- Q QQ lk' JW 'c f'X'v'x f ' 7 ,X ,nk 52 gif, f lifts' kg. wif fa X l mf K fx? XS. N f MW! al' fs ,ef N--as use A - Zmx ,aff-yfhk SLS: 1 T - V 4:1 l ff Mfif' sf' 'Tl' S 'ii ' xi , QSX ' -' :.,: Ie--P f ff TX ' H . 1 -.I -11225 411' ill, L-'aff Q X X ? W 'ff-', - ' :,- 4 -few 3' ' - ftxfix -ad P - g sm, f - . 1? ff fkzfts. 1- f'x2X. a.ffX. V 1, X df-fffzf ,, ', 4 N 1,41 1 , L5 4... P - ,. -,.ff,-ig' . -Wig! M ,gk '!l5,71.- N ' - 0 ' - , Y, 'Q - Q4 I , I e -' e ltllf 1 A zu . , .I .U Q' , gm 4 -P f e i . . QNX, il Q -A -.' f 2 ff ,E 'Z ,. - - , Wam.,1p,f' f f e if ' I f A s:,f.' 1'x fs V54 f ,bf X f Hifi! 'I 72 ,' Nh X 'llxiiyff Y ucv fly K t X X x

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'I i - e '77 ' f. W , -r ig, IN THE VALLEY OF THE HOANG-HO CSenior Prize Storyj d,Ql,ilQlAR In the East there dwells a race whose existence on Earth de- WZHW pends upon the thrift and industry of its own hands. This race, me shrouded in the mysteries of the Orient, lives under the haze of .QSQQ ancestral belief and thus its history repeats itself like an oft told story. It is because of this ancestral belief that the world is unable to solve the mysteries of the Chinese character and emotions. ln the valley of the Hoang-Ho, near the foot of the lofty Himalayas, Kyo Khan lived in a little grass hut with his motherless son, Tong. The hut, surrounded with chrysanthemums and lilies had been a lovely paradise in this wonderful valley until the death of Kyo Khan's wife, Famine then destroyed his fields and Paradise was lost. During the months of poverty and sorrow that followed, little Tong was withering away with an incurable disease. A disease that adds to the horror and mystery of the East. Kyo watched his dying son day and night with the silent sorrow of his race. To him the mountains had lost their verdure, the Golden River had lost its charm and his soul was torn by the injustice of his God. VVhat had he done to deserve such sorrow? He did not doubt the sanctity of his God-that, too, was in the uncertainty of his race-but in the hour of his despair he had allowed a missionary to enter his hut and cast blessings and prayers upon his son in the name of a new God-only to have the child die in his arms. Kyo Khan's life was indeed empty. His soul no longer felt the revel'- ence of a God. Vtfrecked in mind by his overwhelming sorrow, he had perjured his soul by seeking aid from another God and had had his hopes shattered and his beliefs cast upon an unknown gea- Sitting upon his little Wllaff all the river, Kyo gazed dreamily far into the depths of the muddy waters-seeing nothing and hearing nothing. His long pointed boat with sail cross barred like the wings of 3 bat, floated idly upon the smooth surface of the water and rocked gently in the quiet air of evening. Kyo's life was but an atom out of the four hundred million of his race, so why should he live on in his sorrowful Solitude? AS the sinking sun cast its shadows over the silent Himalayas and the river wended its way toward the crimson West, Kyo Khan raised his arms toward his God in the heavens and sank into the Golden Rivery The water rippled in circles toward the bank, and all was quiet in the Valley of the Hoang-Ho. WWTF -Janes HIGLEY, '13,

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THE STORY OF A CHERRY PIE Uunior Prize Storyj ,QfQi,QlQ1HEN Two boys are turned loose in a kitchen with an ldca that TT' . . . H - 1 - ' ' '. cooking is easier than oral expressionf their disallusionment Is fs, Ls. . M2 Q4..Ly. interesting. dSlJQ.'2i Sam had a cold and was forced to stay home from church. WLWQAF Jim remained to doctor him. .lim's people lived back Eastl' and frequently sent him some delicacy. The last gift was a can of cherries. This gave him the idea of making a pie to surprise the folks. The two would-be chefs made their way to the scene of their labors in the culinary art, and discussed how it should be accomplished. Both had different opinions, but they 'nnally agreed that the cook-book should be consulted. Sam perched himself on a high stool and read: Three cups of flour, one of lard, a teaspoon of salt, and a little waterf' The Hour and lard were measured and placed in a monster basin. The ingredients looked lonely, so jim multiplied the recipe. Then he made the attack with a large spoon. The spoon bent double, Jim gave a deep sigh and plunged in up to his elbows. The dough had a fondness for his arms, but for itself, it seemed to hold a base suspicion. To over- come this dislike, water was added, then more Hour was necessary, and so it went until finally the material was evenly balanced, and jim sat down with a sigh: Oh, Sam! why didn't we think of something easy such as colonizing the North Pole, or dissecting an atom?', Shucks, said Sam, 'tYou didn't go at it right, I'll show you how. 'Where is the rolling pin?', A search was made, but the illusive pastry masher had vanished. Hap- pily they ran across a vinegar bottle, and with an enthusiasm that was short-lived, Sam went to work. The dough stuck impartially to the table and the bottle with a result that it was neatly divided in half. Heroically he struggled with these heavy odds that would have turned the brow of Hercules to an ashen hue. The next difficulty to surmount was the simple act of placing the dough in the pie-tin. Iim's attempt to gracefully entwine it around the bottle was a decided failure. Meanwhile Sam cleaned the fire-shovel for the next attack. They overturned the table and with a dexterous twist and forward shove, Sam pried off the crust. It fell into the pan with a heavy thud, and with light hearts the boys put in the cherries and a half dozen cups of sugar to soak up the juice, but it still remained watery. jim shook his head doubtfullyg 'tThat does not look right, but still mother always boils water off of potatoes when she bakes them. It WHS HOW UCCCSSZITY tO P12106 the top crust in its traditional place, but to cooks who had overcome superhuman difficulties, this was merely a matter of ten minutes. The pie was now ready for the oven, VVhile it was cooking they turned their attention to cleaning the kitchen. The ceiling was frescoed with the dough and the walls were decorated with a similar design. Th red and white could not be rivaled. It was found I1 garden hose to remove these decorations. 6 1nOsaic work on the floor done in ecessary to use the At dinner the family were surprised in more ways than one It iq said the proof is in the eating, if so, the i V the chickens enjoyed it immensely. p e was a great success for -NEIL COOK, 'l4.