Farmington High School - Naniskad Yearbook (Farmington, NM)

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Our next call was Murle Smoak. ' , Who is speaking please? she asked in a rich drawl. I told her and asked her about herself. I'm delighted to hear from you away over here in Paris. I am in grand opera over here, you know. I am to sing in London next month, and then I am to sail for America. You must come and see me. When in response to our next call Virginia McCully answered, I could not understand what she was saying. There seemed to be a great commotion at the other end of the line. Finally, however, I heard her and told her who I was. Pm terribly sorry you couldn't hear me plainly at first, Clyde, she said. The children started to iight as soon as I answered the telephone. I have been Mrs. in- stead of Miss ever since graduation, you know. How many children have you, Virginia? I asked. Seven, was the reply. Our next call was answered promptly. This is the Mayor's office, said the voice. I said I should like to speak to the Mayor. After a few minutes of waiting, another voice, the Mayor's, spoke. This is the Mayor, he said. A Hello, Mayor, I answered facetiously. You used to be plain Murray Palmer when I knew you. Our next call was Joe Duncan, but a feminine voice answered. May I speak to Mr. Duncan, please, I asked. This is Mrs. Duncan, she replied. You may say what you have to say to me. I don't allow him to talk over the telephone. Poor Joe! I rang off immediately. Next I called Oneita Woods. A boistrous voice answer- ed. Yes, I think she'll be in. Presently she was heard. She said she and her cousin Nina were running a dairy farm in Oregon. Next came Alta Wood. She related her history thus: I taught school for nine months just after graduation, and found the work too hard on my nerves, so I took po- sition as chief cook and bottle washer for the San Juan Dairy, Aztec, New Mexico, Charles Utton, Prop. Then Esther Townsend answered. She said that she was as busy as a cranberry merchant. She had been nominated for Govemor of the State of Arkansas. Opal Humble proved to be a land lady. Can you im- agine such a thing? Dot Booram was a stenographer of Henry Ford. Said she was getting big pay. And that Henry furnished one of his latest models for her to run around in. It was some time before Ruth Brown answered, and then her voice sounded like it was on the other side of the world. And indeed it was, she being a missionary to the Hottentots of India. Then I happened to think of Marjory, our class presi- dent. She said she was a society woman in Washington, D. C., and didn't have much time for such conversation. Let me see, who have I forgotten? Oh yes, Ted Ams- den. To my amazement, Ted was in Farmington. He said he had at last reached the heighth of his ambition, and was ditch boss of the old Independent Ditch. CLYDE UTTON, '22. Page Eleven

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Class Prophecy It was in 1932. My old class mate William Bratschi, who had become known to fame as the greatest electrical genius of the age , was showing me through the laboratory of the electrical manufacturing company of which he was the president. Here is my pet , he said as we entered a small room partitioned off from the main laboratory. It is the Bratschi Wireless Telephone. I got the final patents on it last year. What can you do with the wireless telephone now that your improvements have been added? I asked. Well, he replied, The main difficulty with the wire- less telephone has been that of not being able to call up any particular person to whom you desired to talk. An- other thing, even if you did get your party, there was no privacy for the conversation. Anybody within the radius of the sending telephone could listen in at will. The improvements I have developed overcome both of those troubles. With a Bratschi Wireless Telephone it is possible to call up anybody you want who has a wireless telephone-and that means everybody in these daysg be- sides, no other party can listen in on a conversation con- ducted. That is the story in a few words. I looked at him in admiration. Ten years before I had sat with him on the commencement platform. 'Now he was being hailed as the second Edison. Just ten years ago, I murmured absently. What did you say ? he asked. I was thinking that ten years ago we graduated from high school--and what a famous man you are now. You can flatter as well as ever can't you, he retort- ed, smiling. When I see what you have done, Bill, I can not help wondering what the rest of our classmates are doing in the world. Would you really like to know? he asked. Well let's call them all up, he suggested. Why, they are scattered all over the country, I re- minded him. I know they are, but the wireless telephone will get them even if they are scattered all over the world. So taking me to the table which held the apparatus he had me sit down and fit the receiver to my ear. He told me that in talking over the wireless telephone I should speak naturally into the cup-shaped transmitter which hung suspended in front of me. Whom shall we call first? he asked. Let's try to get Harold Palmer. None of us have seen him since graduation. Bill pressed two buttons and pulled a lever. I waited for about five minutes. Suddenly Bud's deep bass voice boomed in my ear. This is Palmer, he said, Who is calling? Hello Bud, I replied. This is Clyde Utton. Where are you and what are you doing? t'Well, well, Clyde, he answered, this is surely a sur- prise. Your voice is surely a good sound for sore ears. I 'n down here in South America running a rubber planta- tion. Great work, but the climate's fierce until you get used to it. I'm pretty well acclimated now, though. We chatted for a while and then rung off after Bud had exacted a promise from Bill and me that we would call him up regularly and give him all the latest news about the class. Page Ten

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Class Will Knowing full well that we the Senior Class of 1922 are fast approaching the end we have agreed to dispose of our various possessions collective and individual by this our last will and testament. lst-To the Juniors, Sophomores and the Freshmen we bequeath our shining example, knowing full well that nev- er again will such a talented and illustrious class pass from the portals of Farmington high school. Let our successors hitch their wagon to a star. We will be the star. 2nd-To the Class of '23 we bequeath the privilege and pleasure of having a Senior meeting in the olfice ev- ery recess for the purpose of disagreeing upon the various subjects which will inevitably confront them. 3rd-We bequeath our Physics books to the next years class fif said books are still in existence and owners can be forced to part from reminders of their laborj for most of the answers to the questions and problems are con- tained therein and would save them an enormous amount of work. 4th-To our books, which have been the chief cause of our troubles we bequeath our heartiest denunciations. We have conquered at last but sigh with the ancient scribe: Of making many books there is no end, and much study is weariness to the iiesh . 5th-To Iris Irvin, who is industry personified, we be- queath Ted Amsden's aversion to studious labor, knowing that she will never survive the Senior year at the rate she's going now. 6th-William Bratschi bequeaths his dignity to Beaula Sharp which will be very becoming to her when she at- tains the rank of a Senior. 7th-Virginia McCully and Murle Smoak bequeath the total of their frivolity to Ralph Swayze because they will have to lay such aside after they have departed from Farmington High School. ESTHER TOWNSEND. Class Poem 'Tis eventide! The earth is still, And in the flaming western skies The red disc of the sun descends Until its gorgeous splendor dies. Sunset! Sunset of happy days! Sunset of life's most cherished years, Held jealously within our hearts And hallowed by our smiles and tears! Divided paths before us stretch, Strange, winding paths untried and new. Life's problems now we all must faceg Life's tasks will soon be ours to do. The great adventure looms ahead And bids us hasten on our way. The challenge of great deeds to do Is ours to meet without delay. Yet, on the threshold we would pause To breathe a heartfelt, parting prayer To F. H. S., our dear old school, Before we leave her loving care. To F. H. S., for this we pray: That in the years which are to be, The Class of Nineteen Twenty-two May bring all honor home to thee. Page Twelve