Northern Arizona State Teachers College - La Cuesta Yearbook (Flagstaff, AZ)

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king was killed and the giant that was given to the dwarfs was killed. There was a legend saying that when one giant killed another there would be trouble so the queen stopped the war and prepared for the funeral. She compelled every dwarf and giant to go it. They had all except the giant's head that had been killed covered when a voice spoke. The giants will be forced to depend on the dwarfs for food. The dwarfs must support the giants, and thus it shall remain un- til the mountains shall sink into the sea. The giants shuddered and they were changed into pine trees. The dwarfs became rocks and earth. Q 1 Y, -'F '9 'kip-'!M9 h?J'0?0 J k'i'j'?'5 CQ ' L IYllQ NLE'T By FRANCES SHARPE Beautiful, beautiful moonlighted night, Why is thy beauty so mystic, so still? Why does all restlessness cease as thy calm Sinks into our hearts and yet sets them ahrill? Tell me, oh moon, does serenity dwell Ever with nightfall, or has she a home, Vacant within us that calls her at dusk Lest man grow bitter and ceaseless roam? Could I but carry the peace through the day, Wearied, yet tranquil, as mellow thy beam, Sends out its soft light to brighten the way Making life's outlook seem glad and serene. So would I lighten life's pathway for some, So may I carry God's peace in my heart, So may I carry the lantern of truth, Shed light around me, bid darkness depart. One Hundred Fifty S Y --A

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W! M E AT! TQ THE TR PHGSS3 By LEROY SMITH ' 4 ' SHALL inflict a few facts of our late journey V southward. As some more learned scribe has I said: The voyage was fraught with peril and fggll xg disaster, and it is to these above mentioned catastrophies that I would refer the gentle read- er because they were, for the most part, of a freakish variety not akin to any others that the small god of fate has hurled into my path. If the reader be of a soft disposition and unaccustomed to hair-breadth escapes where the hair in question is that which makes the rumored baldness of the frog's pate unauthentic, let me assure him or her that this manuscript is not wholly given to the blood-curdling and ghastly, that many historical facts and some geography may be derived from its careful study. Modesty forbids the enumeration of its many other excellent qualities, but after thoughtful perusal of this en- lightening prelude, no one should hesitate to delve into the contents of this chronicle and obtain the knowledge herein contained. Our journey started on a bright, shining Saturday morning. Besides five fellow casaba sharks, the car carried Bill Hollar, who was driving, and C. V. Ridgely. With all due respect to the state's Paige automobile, the essence of fact must be observed. About eight miles from Williams, we heard a terrible racket, like unto a boiler factory. We dismounted and, after an expert diagnosis had been for- mulated by Bill and Vick, the more ignorant travelers knew that the source of the trouble lay in a chronic internal dis- order halfway between the liver and the crankshaft. Bill drove the car into Williams where we waited for the other cars. Mr. Drake came through in about an hour and upon learning the cause of our grieved countenances, handed Jack one of those lovely green notes upon which the secretary of the treasury promises to pay a certain number of shekels to the bearer. He bought each of us a paste board which per- suaded a sour-looking conductor not to throw us off the train. We munched some of Fred Harvey's grub and started for Prescott. Hank and Vick left us at Drake and took the cattle train for Clarkdale. Jack, Chet and I cocked our feet upon the platform rail of the observation, luxuriously gazed upon the sagebrush and other scenic wonders of the vicinity and scared away the lady and gentlemen cows that came up to browse upon the green plush of the unoccupied seats. My parental relatives met me at the depot, in Prescott, and One Hundred Fifty-Nine T