Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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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)

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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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 JUNIOR ET THE EYES of the dying eagle gaze on the rising sun. Ye-yes, look at us Seniors! Well, we came, we saw, we conquered; and today the numerals 1912 stand emblazon- ed on the history of good old Prescott High in golden letters whose radience Time can never dim. Mention the name Junior to a Freshman, and he will dodge behind the nearest telegraph pole. Ask a wise and learned Senior about what common center the entire Universe revolves and he will grow white and answer in a strained voice, “The Juniors. What need to speak of the six mole-skin clad warriors that represented us on the gridiron, or our over-whelming victory in the Track meet? What need to speak of our brilliant stars in the class-room, or our classy girls, Thespians and orators? We would by only too happy to see, in the future, some class come into the school that would equal, if not surpass, us. But, we realize, dear classes, that this is the unattainable. And now, we will draw upon our wisdom and give a word of advice to each and all of you. Freshmen—we bless you, dear children.—Let us attempt to convey to your infantine minds the one and only Short Cut to Graduation; catch a pony” and ride for dear life. Sophomores, you will soon be coming into a great respon- sibility; you are soon to take into your youthful and inexper- ienced hands the reins that guide the Junior class. You will find many a chuck-hole in the road, but by following closely the broad, plain tracks that we have left, you will avoid many a jolt and brutal knock. To the Seniors we have nothing to say. To the teachers we can only say be cheered bv the knowl- edge we will return to P. H. S. next year.