Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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We have one who trifles with young men’s hearts, in the personage of Melita Meade. Her sister, Eleanor, is quite a contrast for she is a very studious little Freshie. Did you hear that seat squeak? Lonelva Stuart just sat down. Her favorite amusement is “goin’ walking with Pug.” That girl smiling is Mary Coleman. Her thoughts are far away from her studies. Howard Morrow, a Junior, is the victim. Hear those Dollars jingle? They are for sale at the enormously reduced price of ninety-eight cents. See Joe Andres if you are going to invest. See that hand-painted doll over there. It’s name is Florence. Do not touch it, ’twill fade. Those two tots, Edwin and Mason, are not lost. Their cradles are out in the hall. That bulge in Mason’s pocket is not an apple. It is his bottle. These and many others too numerous to relate comprise the main body of the Freshman Class. They have earned the name of being the greenest Freshies yet. To this class we give the following advice to aid them on their bright way through the remaining class of the High School: Yet here, Freshmen. Our advice to thee, And this same in thy memory seal. If thou hast one. Give thy superiors no lip, Nor on any important occasion be seen or heard. Those friends thou hast, though they be few, Grapple them to thy soul with lips unsealed ; Rut dull not thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged Junior. (Such as Morrow.) Beware of entrance to the Senior Row. But being in Bear it that the owners are adored by thee. Give each man thy eye. but few thy purse. (’Tis costly.) Take a Senior’s cussing but reserve thy answer. (’Tis prudent.) Friendly thy habits as a green-horn can be, But not expressed with familiarity. Meek, not loud. For the noise always proclaims the Freshie. And we, the Seniors, of best rank and station, Are most select as to our company. Neither a bachelor, nor a queener be. For a bachelor has brains. (Un-Freshmanlike) And as queeners you are still in infancy. This above all: to thy school be true. And it must follow, as Ernest does Martha, Thou canst not then be despised by any man. J. F., T3. 19

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J4 N September, 1912, there came trampling into the High ft School the largest class of Freshmen that the school had ever had enrolled before. After amusing themselves by gazing at their surround- ings, especially the Senior Class, in an awe-stricken manner for the greater part of the first two or three weeks, they finally, at the request of their teachers, settled down and by dint of a great deal of effort they, in a few cases, actually gave hints of being humanly intelligent. Many and amusing were the means that they used to prove themselves worthy of such an exalted position as Freshmen. Glancing down the various aisles we see the results of their efforts. Behold Davis. Pat his noble brow and note the slivers which your fingers pick up in the process. Hear the hollow reverberations set up by the emptiness of his cranium. See Harvey. Miss Harvey, the most lady-like boy in the entire school. Those dimples, most tantalizing. His only fault, he knows no evil. That girl with the affected air: that is Irene. A good student whose favorite pastime is teasing Harvey. Jack Miller, the President of the Class, comes next. Jack is a remnant of the Class of Fifteen. A small but evi- dent specimen. Here is Pauline Shaw. She is another very conspicuous member of the class. We know very few of her character- istics, for she, like her contemporary, Johnnie Robinson, has never, to our knowledge, closed her mouth and by so doing allowed any of her qualities to appear. 18

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