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

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Max: I said mavbe — ah what ' s the use? Look, here comes Ted. (Ted walks in slowlv, iiumming). Ted: Thank God. Max: For what? Ted : I ' ve got something that will rime with persongatisur- gatesel. Max: Yeah — I ' ll take two bits worth — rotten. (Green and Herriot enter). Green: Gimme a cigarette. Thanks — got a match. Red: Now all you gotta do is borry a place to blow the smoke. Green — Uh huh — never thought of that. Red: ' Lo, gang. How ' s tricks coming? (Delpha comes in closely followed by Katherine Shirley. There are various remarks from gang ). Delpha: Did you ever see such a mob? Katherine: Yes, once in a circus. (They mingle with the others, greetings are exchanged. All exit to dining room for banquet. All are seated but Sue Gist). Sue: The class will kindly come to order. Max: Order my eye, I came to eat. Sue : Will you never grow up. Max Hendricks ? Max: Nope I ' ll always want a bottle. Sue: Shut up. Max: Yes um. Sue: The purpose of this meeting is to tell our experiences since we leffN. A. N. S. Will you begin, Helen? Helen: Well, Bert and I taught school awhile; then Mr. Zieg- field heard of us ; we was in the Follies quite awhile, but we ' re both retired now. Delpha: Well, all I ' ve done is get married, and have a good time. Green : Well, I haven ' t done much, pretty near got married once, but the girl saw my shoes and broke the engage- ment. I am president of the Arizona Borrowing Society. Mildred H.: I went to a nursing school, graduated, and I ' ve been issuing pills ever since. Harry: I became interested in finance shortly after leaving school, I have been connected with several brokerage firms and a short time since established my own firm. Catherine Jones: I ' ve just been teaching school all the time. Red : I ' m the best engineer in seven states ; I ' ve only wrecked 22 cars and killed enough cows to run Armour ' s for a year. I repeat I ' m the best engineer in seven states. Ted: Interesting if true. Red. Now as for me, I ' ve kidded myself along with writing and the funny jiart is I ' ve kid- ded the public into buying two out of every hundred things I write. Max: Yeah — interesting if true. Well, take me now, I been punching cows and everything till I got married ; since then I been doing what Sue tells me to. Sue: Max, you are horrid. Why didn ' t you say that we have a lovely ranch and a car and everything? Max : Yes um.

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High School Senior Prophecy Being a Play in One Act Time: 1950 Place: Aiunini Hotel Lobby, Flagstaff Dramatae Personnae: The High School Class of 1925 Scene: The hotel lobby. A very dignified man is impatiently pacing back and forth across the lobby. Bell hop enters whistling, sees guest, stops whistling. Bell Hop: Paging Mr. Harry Wintermeyer. (Dignified guest stops pacing). Guest: Here, boy, I am Harry Wintermeyer. Bell Hop: Telephone call, sir. Wintermeyer: What the — (Walks over to telephone). Hel- lo — who? Harrison? No this is — oh, Harry, yes, yes, this is he. Oh, yes — no — Mrs. Whozit, I have not had the pleasure — you say you used to be Delpha Thompson — yes, surely I remember. Uh-huh the banquet is at seven — all right, goodbye. (Hangs up receiver, resumes pcaing. Door opens, Mildred Helfinstine walks in, sees Winter- meyer, stops and addresses him). Mildred: Do you happen to be Mr. Wintermeyer? Harry: The same. Madam. Mildred : Oh, I ' m so glad ! (Harry registers a disturbing feeling). Mildred: Why do you stare at me so? Harry: Indeed, and whom have I the honor of speaking to? Mildred : Why surely you have not forgotten me, I am Mil- dred Helfinstine. Harry: How stupid of me not to recognize you. (He ad- vances to meet her, they shake hands). (Three women enter). Mildred : Why look, Harry, there ' s Catherine Jones, and Bert and Helen. Harry: You don ' t say? Mildred : Here, girls, how are you ? Girls: Not so punk, where ' s the eats? (Couple enters, talking). Man: I ' ll tell you, Sue, tain ' t so. Sue: Why, Max, how could you? Max: I reckon them ' s the lost uns. Say ain ' t Harry gray? Sue: For goodness sake. Max, do act decently tonight. Max: Can ' t be did. Sue: Oh, heavens. Max : Oh, hell. Sue: How do you do, Mr. Wintermeyer? Harry: Why — oh it ' s Miss Gist — I am fine, thank you. Max: So help me if ya look like it. Harry: Pardon, sir.

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Katherine Shirley: Oh I have been doing a little bit of every- thing, mostiy teaching. I am at present professor of English at Harvard. Sue: I just want to say that the college faculty are consider- ing giving us a dance. Max : Don ' t get excited, gang, they ' ve been considering for twenty-five year s now, it don ' t mean nothing. Curtain —TED BUSH BY Will of Class of 1921 Flagstaff, Arizona, June 99, 1925 KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS, that we the high school class of 1925, being of minds sounder than sup- posed, and of bodies ranging from chunky ones to lanky ones, under no duress whatsoever, except a well developed sense of duty, do hereby make, polish, and declare these to be our awards in our last will and testament: To the combined faculty we extend our heartfelt grati- tude for the parts they have taken in making it possible for us to graduate, the possibilities of which we do not all of us yet understand. To Mr. Stevenson, we bequeath our total knowledge of history, with the hope that he will not suffer brain fever as a result of this mass of wisdom. To Mr. Helm, we bequeath all the novels, poetry, et cetera which we have read and made dutiful reports on. We espe- cially recommend to him a thorough perusal of Whitman ' s entire works, and we do ask that out of honor of our scholar- ship, he shall have some member of an unsuspecting class re- cite from memory Mark Twain ' s The Jumping Frog. To Mr. Deaver, we bequeath our interest in Flagstaff ' s scenery, and all the varmints and roots, be they in Flagstaff or in any other part of the world that may hereafter be dis- covered. To Mr. Ridgely, we extend our thanks and appreciation for the patience he has shown towards us; may it not have been in vain. We also recommend that a petition be circulated granting him permission to openly express his feelings on all occasions. To Miss Smith, we extend our earnest wishes that she may have a more intelligent class in the near future. To Mrs. Jessup, we bequeath our lost needles, odds and ends of thread, all pieces cut on the bias, the batter that should not bat, and the dough that would not do. To the rising class of seniors, we bequeath our ability to swear in seven languages, including the Scandinavian (to be used with the diplomacy and dignity of the seniors), also they