Arvada High School - Redskin Yearbook (Arvada, CO)

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Mabel Jones Edna Jump N the fifth day of the 9th month of the season of fall there assembled for a consultation a group of tribe councilors after a separation of three moons. Twas a great problem which presented itself before this group. Only the wisest of the wisest could solve and find a remedy for this most difficult problem —that of the curiosity of certain members of the tribe. Now this problem presented two questions to the council; first. What is curiosity? and, second. How may it be cured? Of course is was a simple matter to solve the first problem. Curiosity merely was that inborn desire to know what we wish to know before it is time to know what it is our pleasure to know. The Councilors, with the exception of one found no difficulty in defining that. But the second question. How may curiosity be cured? Now under this question it was decided that the offender should be compelled to tell the offended what he wished to know. But verily, I say unto you ’tis not always possible to do thusly”. Why, all the Saints and Sages who discussed Of two Worlds so wisely they are thrust I.ike foolish prophets forth; their Words, to Scorn Are scatter’d and their Mouths are stopped with Dust”. 6

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May me Ross A John Bachcr T was the moon of the lotus, melody quivered in the silver air. Cried Raja Ifil Bacher to Loree the Caliph, “Would that we two. high jjotentates though we be, might vibrate with tintinabulation!” Illustrating his vibrating idea, so to speak, by alternate rise and fall of the arm. “So be it,” said the Caliph solemnly. So, it came to pass in the blue of the moon, that the Caliph’s exclusive circle scattered. Out of regard for the royal family, they had politely withdrawn, one should say; for royalty had taken to vibrating with deafening zeal. Even the feminine high of the court caught the fancy with notable diligence. One fair lady became Madame Blanchay Guntri’ and supplied the delightful basso accompaniment for the Rajah’s rendering of the Checkel, a kind of Arabian bag-pipe. It so happened that the Maiden May Belle and the fair Mavme had often shared the same musical bench; so what more natural than that the lilting voice of the latter should melt with the flutey notes of the first named maiden’s reed. Their harmony wafts from the Garden of Allah, as the scented dew of the moon-lotus. But for the Caliph Ix rce naught was fitting but the golden harp. Blanche Gunther Mabel Russell 7