Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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Miss Gladfelter had placed one of them at the front and the other at the back of the room ? These were great times but still better were to come. In the Sophmore year the Senior Class Meetings, which have since become such notable events in the Hign School, were started and Ted Ross, our president at that time, was given his first lesson in tact and brilliancy for one certainly needed and needs it yet to run a Senior Class Meeting. Why? We are all high spirited and headstrong and each of us is al- ways wanting his way or none at all. After a few weeks, or was it monti.s, of wrangling we decided on our class colors and a few weeks later at the Sophmore dance we had the hall beautifully decorated with brown and gold crysanthemums. Everyone acknowledged we had surpassed all former endeavors in decorating the hall. During this year and at the very close we lost two members that had been with us since kindergarten. Ted Ross and Johnston Horn. Annie Morris and William Conklin, both of whom had joined the class a short time pre- vious, also left us and our class was left rather small in num- bers but just as large in enthusiasm. The Junior year was just as eventful, if not more so, than the other years. We lost two of our leading members, William Xorris and Edith V ren but in their places we received Frances Hertzler and Rowena Deming. This year saw much evidence of class rivalry and spirit. The Seniors started proceedings by painting their numerals around the premises. Not to be outdone we did the same but were wise enough to use paint that would come off and consequently when we were called up over it we had a much easier time than the Seniors. We also had a slumber party this year. We had all gone to Edith Wrens for the evening and were having a good time when along came some school boys who besieged us till the ‘'wee- small hours of the morning finally getting froze out and leav- ing us to ourselves. And now we are about to finish our Senior year. The vear has been uneventful on the whole but yet we have each and everyone enjoyed this year as much as any. To me it has passed so quickly that it all seems too recent to be history, but at any rate it seems that events of this year have been indelibly stamped on our minds and that although we may, in time, forget the other years, we will never be able, quite, to forget the happenings of our Senior year in the Prescott High. And all these happenings tend to do one thing—bring us to the conclusion: Classes come and classes go. Like summer sun and winter snow, But to me the best class under heaven Is our own class of Nineteen 'leven. RUTH HAISLEY, Yi.

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 building' because the new grammar school was being built and there was not enough room for us in the old building. We had lots of fun there, especially when we played those famous games of “Fox and Geese and Run Sheep Run,” etc., around the woodshed which stood where the janitor’s house is now. Tn this grade we had the good luck to secure a new member to this memorable class and Ernestine Lund joined our happy family. The fifth and sixth grades—and Miss Beidelman—came next. Who of oits can ever forget the snap of her black eyes when she became angry, or the paddle that she used so freely. That reminds me of the little episode in which Thomas and Douglas were concerned. They thought it would be a real act of benevolence to destroy the teacher’s paddle and conse- quently set to work one evening and whittled it to pieces. The next day they were put to work in manual training making another and fearing that it would be used on them they stuffed their trousers full of cotton thinking they would make the punishment lighter. However this plan was not successful, for the next day they were taken by surprise and soundlv thrashed. Tn the seventh grade Miss Langdon was quite a contrast to our former teacher. e thought she was the dearest teacher we had ever had. One time when she was thrown from a horse and had to stay away from school for a while, we had a substitute and the way we behaved was “something terrible.’’ Don't you remember, classmates, bow naughty we were? But we were now doomed to another blow for here we were joined by Blanche allingford who so far surpassed us in all respects we were nearly ashamed. Tn the eighth grade we considered ourselves quite smart and looked forward to the time when we should enter High School and set an example hard to beat. But our hopes fell for an evil spirit in the shape of Ewing Tribby entered our class and we thought it was useless to think of ever obtaining more than the average. But such was not the case as time has shown, although he readily branded himself a “tender-foot” bv nronouncing “Apache” “A-pash-a.” High School came next and my how smart we thought ourselves when we went to school the first day as green Freshmen. But we were soon made to understand our place and stood in awe of the great Seniors. There were about thirty of us from the eight grade and several more joined us in the High School. Of those that joined us in High onlv Susie and Glac are left. We have always been noted for mischief but we sure beat all former records in our Freshman year. bo will ever forget the Ancient History class or the assembly room under Miss Gladfelter. Who does not remem- ber the tying of each other's hair to the backs of the desks and benches in the small recitation room? Do von remember the telegraph instruments William Norris and C.iae Paul had when

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Standing' M ARGI’ERIT E STEVENS. KENNETH BEATSON. ANDREW TROUTZ. MARVIN PIPER, HENRY BRINK MEYER LOR ION RIEF. WILLIAM JACOBSON. RALPH BELL. EVA FRENCH. Sitting: ROY RICHARDS, WILLMENA KING, FERN HAIiBESON. GLADYS HATHAWAY, CHESTER CRAWPORI). (From left to ight)