Peoria High School - Crest Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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i What a wonderful place the ranch is for rest and relaxation. What a place to exercise on foot or horseback, and what a place to sleep nights. The bright sunshine and crisp air give the body- refreshment and energy. One can trek through yielding treacherous trails leading up into the mountains or down into the canyons. Such journeys fill one with great emotions and wonder. After such a trip one returns to the corral to leave his faithful horse and hurries to the lodge to mingle with acquaintances and tell the experiences of the day. Never too soon are lodgers called to dinner after such a glorious and wonderful day. After a night of peaceful sleep, dawn begins to break and the sun creeps up the horizon, filling this place with beauty. The eye can exercise itself as one gazes across the limitless spaces that stretch away to where horizon meets the earth. The view in the other direction is a glorious sight of mountains where so many exciting experiences were brought to members of the Dude Ranch. Soon the sands reflect the heat of the sun with such fervor that one wonders how the branching and crouching cacti thrive. The native animal life seems to be as happy as the visitors who have come a long way to enjoy the beauty and companionship of fellow-seekers of rest, beauty, and wonder. The school is like the ranch. One is lead by faithful teachers up the tortuous paths of emotions to where the mountain tops of imagination give beauty and glory to the world through art, litera- ture and music. One is also guided through the deep canyons of thought, or across the broad stretches of practical life. After such a trek, one mingles with acquaintances to enjoy the social benefits made possible by the experiences gained in the school. One may begin the practical art of living, and the enjoyment of the emotions, social balance, and the understand- ing that comes through thinking. Four

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J iM MR. Y. A. HEGHIN Three

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Come on all yuh tenderfoots who ' ve jest blown into town an ' er a ' goin ' to take the buckboards to CREST Ranch, for the hawses er r ' aren t ' start. Careful there pardner. Gitup, Paint, come-on, Snip. Well folks, yer agoin ' t ' get many an eyeful an ' alots agoin ' t ' happen t ' yuh. Yuh ' ll see big trampled rodeo fields, round-up halls, with all the trimmins appearin ' here an ' there when blow- outs are held, an ' when these dim an ' become memories, a million stars ' 11 twinkle silently in the dark -blue sky as yuh ride the trail home. Yuh ' ll et more flapjacks an ' bacon than yuh ' ll care t ' remem- ber, an ' ' 11 learn the temptin ' , savor ' smell of sour dough bread an ' biled-dried apples. Yuh ' ll ride, et, an ' dance at the doings with the rancheros, the foreman, and dude wranglers, guides an ' the chore boys. After ten months yuh ' ll hit the breeze on down the trail an ' yuh ' ll all have a feelin ' uh regret. Some ' ll return, others ' 11 wander afar, but all ' ll feel better equipped t ' face those long tough rides that ' ll come on other ranges. Look folks, there she is! Yes sir, that ' s CREST Ranch yuh see. Mighty purty place, I ' d say. And remember folks, yer stay here is fer fun. Have a good time! ! ! ! Five