Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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THE HASSAYAMPER W admit, grudgingly, that we are not the only class in the High School. As a matter of fact, there are others. But when one takes into consideration our phenomenal capabilities, our extraordinary intellectual attainments and especially our coruscant brilliancy, our superiority becomes so obvious as scarce to require further comment. Our scholastic perfection, acquired after long hours of study, appears especially remarkable in contrast with the stupidity and ignorance of the dolts who comprise the Freshman class. Those ubiquitous Freshmen! What a hebetudinous concatenation of vacuous puerility and asinine obtuseness! Now. to return to ourselves, the most interesting subject in High School ( Besides our aforementioned intellectual capabilities and capacities, we have social distinction: we are the unquestioned leaders of society (?). Recall our precedent-establishing cotillion! Was ever a terpsichorean exhibition more complete? Surely it will in the future remain the criterion of excellence. Yet why go into details concerning merits so generally recognized? Suffice it to say, in closing, that the eminence we occupy is so lofty and sublime that it will doubtless never be attained again. Generations to come, when they hear of us. will take off' their hats in awe. and say. with Shakespeare: This was a class.-- —R. F., 17. Page Twenty-Three

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THE HASSAYAMPER Well, my goodness gracious. It really is outrageous How these ignorant little bantams do rave. No apologies do they offer To those they know are loftier. When they giggle, laugh and talk and misbehave. They are very overbearing But we have made a clearing. Yet not a bit of good has there been done. For even now they raise a fuss. They even deign to sit by us. I S. the noblest creatures underneath the sun. Why, heavens! they approach us. Of nerve they have a surplus. And say they know our dance is sure to fail. Just think of them, mere babies Who ne'er bow to the ladies Ordering us to send their bids out thru the mail. Perhaps they will learn better, Let’s hope this little letter Will help the brazen freshies right along. For some day they’ll be here And with phrases quite severe Will tell the others what they do is wrong. 'age Twenty-Five