Arvada High School - Redskin Yearbook (Arvada, CO)

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Lester Witt Pott Graduate HE beautiful Princess Amy was one day sitting in her Japanese garden, while her handmaiden F.li7abeth wove cherry blossoms into her hair. Ever and anon her eyes wandered toward the spot where her gardner, who was not only a wizard with land, hut was also known as a Witt or called “Witty” was carefully setting out a new shrub, known as the Tree of Happiness. And as she sat and watched, she heard approaching the garden, from outside the wall, the footsteps of strangers. And in a moment she heard voices, low and musical they were, and full of mystic beauty. And then there entered the court, two maidens alike in stature and raiment. “What seek ye here? she questioned. And in reply the one who bore the name of Helen upon the hem of her garment spake:— Oh good and noble Princess, we bring to you a flower so rare that kings have sought for it in vain. So rare that men have lived and died while seeking it. As yet it is but a bud. and if it be treasured well, it will impart to all who look upon it, it s secret. And how did you obtain it ?” begged the Princess. “It is said that only those possessed of rare beauty may guard it, replied the spokesman. “And it was given to my sister to keep.” “And may we see it?” At the words the beautiful damsel who thus far had held her peace drew from the sleeve of her gown a tiny box, from which a wonderfully sweet perfume was wafted. “It is—” began the Princess. The maiden opened the casket, revealing a rose of wondrous beauty. The blossom of Wisdom, for which these twelve years you have sought, she finished. And thos? of the palace looked, and were content. Helen Wick Lucille Boyd Elizabeth Cole Amy Otsuki 14

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Vaughn Edwards Irene Martelon IERE was once, of the mighty soverignty of Bishma, in the reign of the bold but evil Duryodhana, a very noble man, sworn brother to Duryodhana of the name of Padwa. Now the noble Padwa had five sons, three of whom were daughters. These five Pan-davans, so-called since their father was a Padwa. are the heroes of the tale. Now it so happened that the sons of Duryodhana were called the Kauravans were pledged to share the realm with their Pandavan cousins. But there were one hundred Kauravans and five Pandavans. So the wicked Kauravans deemed with confidence that the kingdom need never trouble to know that Pandavans had existed. The Kauravans would save the kingdom that trouble and see to it that the Pandavans non-existed. It was a great war, this battle between the rival descendants of the mighty king and ancient sage the Bishma. Of the Kauravans there numbered a hundred fold while pitted against them were the Pandavans. five strong, Yudhisshthira, eldest of Padwa, symbol of joy and perfect manhood, life in its flowering Kern, Bhima (Brown if translated) a kindly, loyal hearted giant of strength but deeply puzzling, intriguing one might say. The twins youngest of the tribe who could have resisted them f Nakula, most beautiful and manly of men, I ween i English for Irene), Sahadwa in whom the wisest and most steadfast qualities of Bishma we oft do Trace. And what were a hundred to Vaughn Arjuita, ) erfect warrior, master of every weapon, who from his chariot would fight a thousand foes at oner? Of course our heroes won and according to the ancient custom, all married the same beautiful lady. Princess Draupadi, who followed their wanderings, great and manifold as they traverse the world who heroes that they are, seek Death fearlessly and all live immortally thereafter. Arnold Brown 13

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Wm Robinton Wm Teller ,NCE in the kingdom of Never-None the grass grew very green. Said Robinson—“Ah, the effervescence of this land, it thrills the soul. When one is sad and lone at heart what more beautiful than to gaze at the rosy and silver sunset, wherein purple clouds do float in dreamy spaces. One never knows in this land of Never-None what the day may bring forth of delights not known, but delight forsooth it verily will be, in the land of Never-None. What more lovely than the crimson of the setting sun, the gold of far off horizons, the dreamy violet of the liquid dust, the plumes of waving palms silhoutted against the mobile, sun-bathed hills? Lovely the ves|»er songs of the plumaged birds, soft plash of falling waters while the incense of the opening moon flowers drifts silverh through the verdant foliage of encircling banyan! Ah, the world’s paradise found at last, this Eden of Never-None !” “He’d make a good realtor,” said Bill Teller. “Verily, verily,” sighed the oracle of Pierce’s cavern. Dorothy Pierce 15