Arvada High School - Redskin Yearbook (Arvada, CO)

Page 20 text:

18

Page 19 text:

(Dj G r t ?kI$b V r (j Go JBe nHE Rajah sighed and stirred among his silken cushions. Now that the time had approached for the opening of his treasure chest, he felt a bit concerned, fearing that his gifts would not be fully appreciated by his unworthy subjects. But he was growing old and knew well that soon he would leave this land on a lone pilgrimage to the Land of Eternity. But he conquered his fears and summoning a slave to him, he said, Go, slave, and bring up from the secret vault, my treasure chest. Let not the Stones of Hesitation cause delay in thy return, lest the wrath of Allah, the Most High, descend upon my unworthy servant.” Straightway the servant sped away and soon returned bearing in his arms a casket of hand-wrought gold. He salaamed, saying, Most worthy master, the chest lies before thee. Then spake the Rajah: “Go, then, and bring to me all those in- significant persons who dwell in these realms below this ('astle of Commencement. Bid them come at once, for the day has come for the distribution of the prizes of the treasure chest. Hasten, slave, and let the delivering of your message be swift, even as the flight of the swallow.” Even so shall it be, master,” and salaaming again, he departed. Soon came throngs of people to the Castle of Commencement. They entered the Throne-room of the Rajah and, kneeling low, said, “Master, thy will has been done.” The Rajah then commanded that the chest be opened. When this was done, he rose and in his commanding voice said to the assembled multitude: “My people, the sands of the desert hold many secrets, even many treasures, but none so precious and valuable as the treasure stored by the class of ’25. Many things of wondrous worth are here interred and now the time comes when 1 must bequeath these valuable possessions to those most suited to receive them. To the tribe of Juniors assembled, he said I bequeath the histrionic financial and intellectual ability of the class of ’25. Come forth, Shiek Ver-nan, and receive this jewel for thy people. The Sheik stepped forward and received the blazing insignia. Then, spake on the Rajah, this small vial, containing the essence of that vital liquid Catchup is destined, yea, destined by the stars which shine above lighting the I'allace of Allah, for one of your number, one Marion Sweet Sir, so that he may attain the high standards set by the Senior Class. Come forward, ye lowly one. Bring the reluctant one hither, Slave! Now,” said the Rajah, his voice growing ominous, this hit of parchment which in some other incarnation represented Andrew Hale’s membership in the Ananias Club, I bequeath to him who needs it most—one (Jerald Mauck. Then this precious gem of Wit we leave to Marv Kiminett. Let her remember that this was formerly the prized jewel in tiie crown of Edna Jump. And this, ah, this contains the natural marcel which once adorned the locks of Lillian Reran and which we now present to Clyde Stevenson.” Behold!” continued the Serene Master, holding in his hand a bit of strong manila hemp, “I bequeath Mable Jones’ Roepnack to Ruth Jordan. And to Clarence Smith, I leave this charm, an elusive one to be sure, but one to which Vaughn Edwards attributes his stupendous success as a stage 1 “'1'hy past is written in the desert sand Thy future in thy hand” lover. Hither, worm, and take thy justly given charm. Ah, Vincent, here is that which is intended for you, come and receive that gift which will enable you to exert an influence over the fair damsels in thy tribe even as great as that of Floyd Moon. This, oh fair Angeline, is a package tied fast, containing the speed of Robert Graves—but remember, this is good only when used on that unconquerable instrument which Memsahib Ham-bly guards behind the glass doors of the Commercial Cavern. Now to anyone who has the requisite nerve to use it Dorothy Purse leaves her gun for expelling hydrogen and oxygen. If there be any such among you let him come forward.” ‘'Ah” cried the Rajah, “above all I see the head of Clifford Smith. Let him come to me, for it is written that he alone shall receive this weapon, for he has attained unknown heights. To all the fair damsels of the tribe of Junior, this tiny urn inscribed with cryptic letters, is given for they shall be Keepers of J. U. G. Nothing more remains in the chest of ’2S for the Juniors, bur for those of the tribe of Sophomore there are gifts. This one, intended for Celia Reed, contains the tangled tresses of Elizabeth Cole, for it is written that to him who uses well that which he hath, much more shall be added even until he shall have more that) he needeth. So sayeth Allah. ITiis, Leonard Smith's attachment for the school, we leave to Fred Stone and this small package containing the perfect attendance of Loree Somers is left for Raymond Stockham. This small box which contains that attribute truth, which when crushed to earth will rise again, William Robinson gives, with brotherly love, to young Richard. John Bacher bequeathes his gift of being able to write his own excuses to Orville Carlisle. Elizabeth Dreier leaves her scholaristic record to be divided between the Waddell twins. “Now, said the Rajah, the chest is emptied and my duty has been fulfilled. Slave, bid the tribes depart. It is my will. When the crowd had gone and the slave returned the Rajah sighed wearily for he felt his life had been long and full of many hardships. He said to the slave, Place the cover on the ca'ket and bear it away. And even as the slave obeyed, a terrible storm arose and as the elements battled one with the other, the Rajah, sinking lower in his silken cushions, smiled inscrutably for he knew his life would soon be over. The battle of the winds and storm raged more fiercely and reached its heights in a crash which rocked the land. Darkness prevailed the earth. Silence ruled supreme. Innumerable sands crept thru the hour glass. When at last the storm abated, the terror stricken slave entered the room of the Rajah, the faint rays of light which penetrated the priceless tapestries which adorned the room gave evidence that the soul of the Rajah had at last set off on its lone pilgrimage to the Land of Eternity. Time was, but shall be no more, when this faithful servant of the Most High Allah may protect and guide his people on their perilous journey to Commencement. Farewell most noble soul! Farewell, ye class of '25. May the peace of Allah abide with you. 7 C. II.

Page 21 text:

C h Jon{o j, came to pass that there dwelt in the land f the Juniorians a tribe who wished to do wondrous things. I-ong nights and weary lays did they spend endeavoring to do deeds worthy of recognition. Always, however, the act committed seemed to them to be ordinary and not worthy of mention. Small groups would entertain the various tribes of the district, or several of their number would lead the tribe in battle. Many of the choicest examples of manhood had given their lives that their Clan might be renowned. Many and many were the times that the wisest or strongest or most beautiful in all the land of the Orient had been selected from them. Yet never had any one act seemed to them to be worthy of such a tribe of true believers. Now within each one of the Juniorians there burned a tiny spark of genius, which was known as the Flame of Life. Each Junior was permitted by the Spirits of Light to use the Flame but once and then he must give up (Dajj °J 19 his life. Life was so precious, and the Flame held so sacred that it was held sacreligious to speak lightly of it. Now, one day the Spirits of Evil spread their robes of Blackness over the land, and every effort to pierce the veil was of no avail. From nearby tribes came the wails of children and the agonized prayers of the men and women who wrere helpless and without Light. In the camp of the Juniorians, consternation reigned for some time. Suddenly their leader drew from his breast the tiny torch of Life. Without one word each tribesman unhesitatingly gave his Flame. The heavens above and the earth below were lighted as never before. When the Evil Spirits had withdrawn into the innermost recesses of the Earth, the Spirits of Light appeared in the camp of the Sleeping Juniorians and said: “For three moons shalt thou sleep, oh worthy Juniorians. At the end of that time wilt thou return to Life, to be known henceforth as Seniorians or those who have accomplished great deeds.” 19