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

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I' l took us to the casa where we stored away some nourishment. We left for Camp Verde at 5 o'clock with my dad in the front seat as regulator of the accelerator. When the speedometer approached the sixth or seventh order of tens, he would pull out his watch and inform us that it was only fifty-two miles to Camp Verde and we had three hours to get there. When we arrived in the metropolis we found Camp and Fillerup installed in the hotel, so we carried our valises thither and prepared for the fray. The girls took the floor first and ran into a fairly good team. Normal won by three points. We shot a few baskets while we were waiting for the whistle and had a good look at the husky young giants who wore the C. V. colors. They were extremely hardy looking individuals. After a scrimmage which was more like a football game than a basketball game, we gave our Rah Rahs and were no more seen in that land. The same quartet with the addition of Helen Raitt started back over the mountains to Prescott. I left the dash light off. The padre could only estimate the speed, and consequent- ly we cut our former time somewhat. We hit the village about two o'clock that morning and dropped Helen Raitt at her home. We then trailed home and found ourselves quite capable of eating a bite. We roused somewhere near eleven o'clock and spent the day riding over various highways and byways. We picked Ridgie Ross up about five and later went to the movies. Still later we invaded a chop suey joint of my ken, and Kedgie and I demonstrated to Chet and Jack the most approved way of stowing away the Chinese conglomeration with Chinese tools, namely, chop sticks. Jack expressed violent disapproval of the dish but Yee Hong didn't understand dormitory French and his sarcasm was lost on the celestial. ' Monday morning we picked Helen up and went to Jerome. The rest of the outfit had been there all day Sunday, were getting tired of the place and were accordingly amiable. As we drove down to the high school to practice at noon, Camp gazed down a three hundred foot drop to the hog back and offered a wager that no one ever got drunk in Jerome. In the afternoon Mr. Goss, a mining engineer, took us through the big hole. The girls were permitted to stand out- side and watch us enter the tunnel, which proceeding was not edifying to them. The mine was considerably like a small city underneath. The United Verde mine is one of the two largest copper prop- erties in the world. The cage carried seventy men on each of its two decks, the largest ever made. We went down to the nineteen-fifty foot level first, then to the 1000 and 500-foot levels. Mr. Goss explained the routine whereby the miners muck out enough copper to make Senator Clark the richest man west of the Mississippi, and we poor students paid due heed so that on the way back to Prescott we each picked out a place on the flat to start our hole and make our fortunes. We decided, however, after lifting the picks with which the small hole is started, to finish the quarter at school before One Hundred Sixty

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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

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starting our mines. After passing through various tunnels where so many men had been killed at such and such a time we recalled that it was our bounden duty to play a basketball game in the evening, so hit for the mouth of the tunnel. The girls had an easy time with the Jerome girls, but the boys gave us a hard run. Their center declined to hob-nob with our defense, parked out near the center of the ring and began to drop the ball through the basket. Lynn, Jack and Charlie returned the compliment from a shorter distance and we hit the score board one basket ahead of the miners at the final whistle. The following night we tackled the Prescott Badgers and ran into a real rough and tumble which caused us to marvel that Prescott had sent no gridiron representatives our way. The referee never called a held ball unless there were so many paws on it that no one seemed likely to get away with it. At the end of the first quarter the score stood three to three. After the interval the outfit went back to play football and forgot they were supposed to shoot baskets. The final result seemed to favor Prescott. Wednesday the girls went back to Flagstaff and the boys went to Phoenix in a car. We entered the city shortly after dark and trailed up to a hotel where the clerk agreed to bunk us if we kept out of sight. Our names and title were duly deposited on the register and we piled into a cage somewhat smaller than the one at the United Verde mine and went up a few levels. We got rid of our excess baggage and went down to a restaurant where we carefully placed a large steak with numerous accessories under our belts, and departed each to his own destination. We spent Thursday loafing and on Friday evening entered the arena with the Gila Academy Red Devils. These crimson gladiators seemed to have a mania for sticking the ball through the small black rings which adorned each end of the court, and knocked down 58 markers. Due to some misunderstanding between our guard, center and forwards, as to the proper method of relaying the ball to the basket, our ringers totaled a large trifle under 58. Ambition led us to tackle the consolation finals with Junior College. This second catastrophe was not so disastrous as to points but the casualties left us with four physically fit brothers and three cripples. The least battered of the cripples finished the game. The mode in which Fillerup grasped his nose in both hands, sat down upon the floor and took the count will serve as a precedent for any future aspirant. There was no doubt but that Charlie's proboscis was broke. It hurt, it wiggled, but six strong men seized him and pla.ced him on his feet. He wobbled off and our friend Chet Black of similar proportions, dissimilarly distributed. took his guard. After a short time Vick and Chet engaged in an argument as to who should throw the ball to the center. They both tug- ged manfully at the ball when each saw that his power of debate was wanting. and the battle waxed bloody and terrible to behold. Finally Vick proved to have the stronger set of One Hundred Sixty-One