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

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Xa Cuesta A (Errrtbh A mnltmT (Excerpt from the Coconino Sun, reported by Krazy Ki i) Mitvalskv stood his ground bravely as the battling thousands lore down the gate of the Sahara Desert and let the Red Sea in. His Palm Beach suit was hung with icicles, and perspiration lan in rivelets down his face. The Northern Lights were playing beautifully over the Gulf Stream and Palm Beach (or maybt ix was Rex Beach) as Mit picked up the 1000-lb. shot and threw it over the Lawrence River onto the green grass of the Canadian side. The snow flew up in the clouds as the shot fell. Just then Mr. Deaver drove up in his new Ford Straight 8 with Miss Perkins by his side. Mit, in his fur coat, climbed out of the sticky Iowa mud and onto the running-board. Mr. Deaver pulled the window down while Mit blew the dust from his broad-brimmed Stetson hat. A herd of cattle, belonging to Tex Patton, flew over just then : and Mit, in football suit, tore after them, tackling them and bringing them back to earth. As Mit, in his dinner jacket, ascended the steps of the Main Building for his eight o ' clock class, the steps were covered with a thin coating of cold, glittering, brittle, boiling hot ice. As Mit removed his sweat-shirt. Coach Jessuppe came in a lovely spring frock of rose taffeta with lace and silver ribbon trimming. The hot summer wind laden with snow from the Painted Desert blew through the auditorium disturbing the symetrical design of Mr. Bellwood ' s hair which lay upon the table. With a cry of rage, Mit pounced upon the bars and yelled, Who will hike by stage with me to Phoenix alone? Harry Hansberger answered he would ; and donning his track suit and a pair of ear muffs, he set forth upon liis perilous journey, Mit loaning him an axe for use in case the burning building should collapse on him. When the diving suit was finally arranged to Harry ' s liking, he stepped over the side of the boat and descended into the basement to his regular typing lessons. After a wait of two hours diving, during which tim.e air was

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— .1 . J ,, II J isi Cues ta I have set the styles for all America and Eiuodc foi ' tlie last twenty- five years and will c( ntimie to do so foi- fifty more. My voice is heard a great deal alxuit the campus ext illiiijr the virtues of a Dramatic club. TUliK WAV— Heing horn haiidsonie instead of talented was, 1 admit, a great drawback ; but I gradually overcame my misfortune. I be- came the athletic star of Soutliern Arizona, and then I invaded Flagstaff. I carried everything before me like a whirlwind, and coiuiuered all. I am now the accepted artist of N. A. T. C, and Susan (list ' s rejected suitor. ! always take great care that my footl)all suit fits me well and is securely fastened to my fleet, gri)und-si)urning foi ' m. IlKLEN WRKJUT— My personal appearance has always been the same as my charactei- and speech. I am tall and dignified, and my speech and actions are cute and clever. I am especially talented along the vamping lines. (See Mr. Bud Clark, U. of A.). Andy Devine was too much for me, however; so I willed him to the girls of N. A. T. C. Maybe they can make a man of him. JERRY McCORMICK— Life has been unkind to me. I was always a misunderstood sort of girl until I met Bob, and then I was so misunderstood that I married him. Time will tell! My enormous size and loud voice have always made me a conspicuous figure on the campus. I know 1 am always dowdy looking in appearance but some things can not be helped. Finis Quad erat demonsto The End That ' s All q c; i i6.

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jL: , jCa, Cuesta)] iepiilarly piiiii|)t ' fi to Harry thi()ii ;h the fire liose, Mit became worriod and ascended below to discover why Ilany did not return. Just as his feet touched tlie ocean bed, wlio should come from the Manual Tiaininj;- lioom but ' iolet Raudebaugh leading a gentle old cow l)y a daisy chain. Mit asked who it was, and Violet an swered it was Kay who had become Bossy. Just then Mr. Jessuppe rang the whistle, and Mit darted to the front lawn for fire ) ractice with his fur-lined pajamas and crocheted bath tub to rescue the pen holder from Dr. Cotton ' s desk. Everything was saved by the dashing firemen who were attired in i)aby blue rompers and hiking boots, exceiit the mirror in Mrs. Smith ' s office. So ended the adventure. WHO ' S WHO Andy Devine — pesquacho. Hoddy Stevens — plenty. Soppo Collins — Bald headed old Geronimo Tex Patten — I can ' t he ' p it. Charlie Edmondson — Check. Swede Lynch — All right, Si. Coach Jessuppe — On a line. King — I ' ve been asked to announce — Percy Brittian — Aw, Swede!