Arvada High School - Redskin Yearbook (Arvada, CO)

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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

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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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lr Of V oj T so happened that the chieftain of the ripening trilx? of Brahmin, the right mighty Berryman, reviewed his Nomad tribesmen. Quickly the Bugler Bacher gave the signal on his saxophone and the tribe marched in solemn procession to the tune of the Graves’ “What’ll 1 do” trumpet interpretation. First arrived the royal guard, heroes of the turf, of the caravan’s trackless track who excel in every combat. Lawrence West, known to every tribe in the League as their greatest warrior. Smith makes such warrior twain. The two Bills finish the quartet and the redoubtable Hale, wizard of words, completes it. lA»ree, fearless runner of the tribe, will go anywhere so long as it is Som’ers, while G« odlctt, who can masquerade to astonish the natives, brings in the data. I'nderwood, Burgett, and Howe, the Grand Triumvirate, it is whispered arr propounding electricity’s third charge. Caravan’s chaperones are Moon and Brown, they alone can withstand the charms of ever damsel, no reference made to every othrr one. The old order changeth and ladies are last. But situations reversed, finds Drier wisest of the wise men—her colleagues Jump and the indomitable Minges and Nelson. As intimates of Cicero, .Tones and Reran fittingly follow. Virginia and Lucille trip by with Irene ami Margaret, who dance the light aesthetic. Altogether they safe-guard too deep pro( ound-ing on electrical effects. In athletics, to wit, Jennie champions the new order by her own indisputable example. Mavme, Alys and Elizabeth, indcsj ensiblc Three, can give a solo, take the platform, and make for the field to uphold by word, deed, or racquet the honor of the tribe. The musicians of the said tribe answer the trumj ets blare, the Princess Helen who beguiles the while with a fiddle. Miss Gunther of the tribe’s senior pageant, Elizabeth in the sixteen chosen best. Ruby with her mallets, Mable, who jingles keys to a nicety, as even Violet, with her j»ortable typewriter. Solemnly the saxophone trumpets for the Treasure Chest of Prestige passeth, a West to the North of it, a West to the South of it, with Lois Edwards and Dorothy Pierce staunch body guards. Now up prances Amy Otsuki, keej er of the key to the royal chest, her mounted |H»lice guard, to tell the long and the short of it are Isabelle Evans and Mable Tracy. Miss Ehrenkrook, ever a president and the confidential secretary, Elizabeth Robinson, are famed of the Oriental Jags. Now comes the tribes’ fine arts, orator Berniece Tiller, Berniece Wick holder of the Arabian dictionary, the Book of Arabian Diction, and Frances Walker who paints the Picture Rocks of the desert. Lester who was born a manager, as is the way of a wit. ends the procession. Stay—who comes? Vaughn, guilty of instigating irrepressible m i r t h wherever he goes, has been condemned on this awe-inspiring occasion, to ride the Donkey’s ears, which he does with agility —and backwardness. 16