Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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eOJCORlHL- 1I|JI1 1tMJS KAV Rlicv navi 'fe J X THE PUBLICATION of this first Prescott High School annual we realize we have not made such a wonderful success but such was not our intention. We wished simply to put out a book that would stir up enough enthusiasm in the school to warrant the publication of a similar book in the following years. We also realize that we could have done better but we tried to do our best with the available means and resources and this book is the result of our endeavors. We do not like to complain but we really feel that we have not had the school support we should have had. It seemed that the school took a decidedly opposite stand and refused to help us, giving as an excuse, we were to get the honor so we could do the work. We did not expect this spirit and it has been one of the decided draw-backs to the publication of this annual for, with but a few exceptions, the material for this annual is the result of Senior minds and work. But enough of this complaining, we are glad that we have had the chance to publish this book and only hope that in the coming years subsequent Seniors will take up the work and gradually work up the annual to a standard as high as that, if not higher, than any other High School.

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TO OUR Unitisi' THIS VOLUME IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED

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The Editor sat in his easiess chair And his brow was furrowed deep with care On desk, chairs and tables, scattered about. Lay material for the “annual soon to come out. And as he scanned each manuscript page “Such rubbish,” he groaned in despair and rage. “Senseless twaddle —“trash —“worse and worse Were his comments— Of all the blank verse This is the blankest. Such witless wit, Such pointless jokes. No one will be hit, And this prose is the prosiest ever— Not even good English and not at all clever— I wonder if there is an item that could, In justice and reason, be really called good, The annual must and SHALL make a hit If I work day and night; and with never a bit Of support from our brilliant class of ’i i Who would scrap outside the gates of Heaven. The brain and pen of Horace Greeley Is needed to make this venture a “really And truly” success. And to fail--------” (The horrible thought made the Editor pale) I'll be gray—or bald—before 1 am through Even now I may be. (Then forth he drew His pocket companion—tried and true) And as he gazed at his own reflection His face lost its look of care and dejection In its place came wonder and glad surprise. “How beautiful” he impulsively cries, For the locks above his brow had risen In martial array and graceful precision— “ I he pompador of my dreams come true And still it stands like sentry true. Pledged to see the annual through.”