Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

Text from Pages 1 - 114 of the 1917 volume:

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S. ’ I 7 God speed, that, whether you embark in the turmoil of the workaday world or drink at purer and higher sources of learning, the standard set by your predecessors must spur you all on to give the best that is in you. The thought also suggests itself, that the thirst for further learning or great achievement on Life’s battlefields, evinced by former grad- uates, was actuated not only by the intellectual capacity of the pupils and the self-sacrificing generosity of their parents, but in an even greater degree by the unusual quality and personality of the instructors. Therefore, your debt is three-fold; to yourselves, your parents and your teachers. If you determine to discharge this obligation by carving out an honorable and desirable niche in the world’s activities, you pay all. Now, you have the moral and mental equipment. Use it! s, Governor of Arizona. THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Page Eight THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER THE FACULTY Alice D. Adams University of Michigan, A.B. P.G., University of California History, Civics, German W. O. Hoogestraat Occidental College, A.B P.G., University of California Mathematics, Athletics Katharyn R. Moore DePauw University, A.M. English, Mathematics Alward M. Boss Thomas Normal, M.M. Manual Training Ruth M. Herdrich Indiana University, A.B. English, Physical Culture Warren D Baker University of Michigan, A.M. (Superintendent) Latin Mary W. Dillingham University of Michigan, A.M. Spanish, French, Latin Thos. G. Blue Indiana University, A.M. (Principal) Science, Mathematics Anne Douglas University of Wisconsin, A.B. Commercial Jessie M. Greer Illinois College Conservatory Music Grace V. Sommers South Dakota State College Domestic Science Page Nine THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER editof-u?-chie; Jack C«Kazeltine BUS INE88 -LIAM ACE P Frank P.Ryan ASSOCIATE EDITORS Kathryn K. Crawford Asst. Editor Fay L. Davidson Literature Charles v.iiorn Athletics Ruth L.? erwin Athletics Lary A.Cromwell Jokes ■SCI. BUSINESS MANAGER. Ralph K.Tnomas ARTISTS Inez Poe Gwendolyn Wakelinj OFFICIAL STENOGRAPHER Catherine Tiernan Page Ten THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER EDITORIAL Be a live wire! Be a booster! In this day and age when events of world consequence are daily occurrences, when more is happening in a week than normally occurs in a year, the world has no room for a man who is a back number, a dead beat. When men are striving night and day to gam their ends, the man who is lazy and diffident soon finds himself, not merely standing still, but sliding backward. The only way to keep up with the procession is to stay a step in advance; otherwise you’ll soon find yourself lagging behind. “‘In life, as in a football game, the principle to follow is: hit the line hard, don’t foul and don’t shirk, but hit the line hard. So boost, for the school, the town, the state, and most of all the United States—first, last and all the time. The people of Prescott are loyal and true to their school. 1 he business men are willing supporters of its every activity. It is their sup- port which makes this Annual possible. The advertisements of these loyal friends of P. H. S. are on the last pages of this Hassayamper. Patronize our advertisers. Without the co-operation of many willing workers, it would have been impossible to publish this volume of the Hassayamper. Everyone who helped us in our role of publishers we sincerely thank. We submit the Hassayamper to your approval. We hope you will like it, for we have done our best. I'ape Eleven f TME 1917 HASSAYAMPER METROPOLITAN 432 FOURTH AVENUE NEW YORK Office of Theodore Roosevelt March 13, 1917. My dear Mr. Hazeltine: Good luck to the Hassayamperl Any paper issued in the home of Bucky O'Neil, should preach straight- out Americanism, and rugged manliness. The man who is not a good American, has no business to live in America lutfi he cannot be a good American if he has any iaaerof allegiance to any other countryy and he cannot be a good Amerioan unless he is willing to fight for the honor of the flag. Sincerely yours, Mr. John C. Hazeltine, Editor, The Hassayamper Staff, Prescott, Ariz. Page Twelve THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Seniors Page Thirteen THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER CLASS OFFICERS Robert S. Flinn................................................President Kathryn K. Crawford.......................................Pice-President Catherine C. 1 iernan................................Secretary-Treasurer Class Colors Orange and Black. Class Flower Tiger Lily. Motto Only a Commencement. I’asre Fourteen THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Gentle of manner. Grave of face; Steadfast, loyal and true. In athletics and classroom She sets the pace— Annie L. Aiken, that’s you. Born November II, 1897, in Marfa, Texas. Basketball, ’14, ’15, ’16, ’17. Captain of Class Team '16, ’17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. In track and basketball he’s above par. As a “hiker” he’s hard to beat; In dramatics and classroom he’s some star; He’s a good old scout from marble dome to feet— Charles D. Born, that’s you. Born April 27, 1898 in Prescott, Arizona. Basketball ’16, ’17. Captain of School Team ’17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Senior Class Play ’15. Junior Class Play ’16. Spanish Play ’17. Class President ’14, ’16. Hassayamper Staff. This girl is a pearl of her race. True blue, good friend, too; fair of face. Has aspirations Toward the professions; Sets a steady pace— Grace D. Baldwin, that’s you. Born November 8, 1898, in Prescott, Arizona. Basketball ’16, ’17. Dramatics '14, '15. Spanish Play ’ I 7. Tape Fifteen THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Here’s to the girl that’s fair of face, Here’s to the girl that’s full of grace; Here’s to the girl that’s always in line For work, play, mischief—for any good time. By these lines know ye, all men. This girl is the toast of tongue and pen— Kathryn K Crawford, that’s you. Born June 8, 1899, in Riverside, California. Basketball ’15, ’16, ’17. Dramatics ’15. Junior Play ’16. Spanish Play ’I 7. Class Vice-President 'I 7. Hassayamper Staff. From California came a fell-ah Who seems to be very clev-ah; His ideas sparkle and flash With plenty of pep and dash— No doubt about it. � This impression he will give: “Better men than I mat) live. But I doubt it.” Fay L. Davidson, that’s you. Born December 27, 1898, in Red Lodge, Montana. Basketball ’17. Spanish Play T 7. Hassayamper Staff. That littlest lass. Near the top of the class. Is bright of hair and head. She’s chuck full of love And many things more; Of her, this is enough said— Mary Cromwell, that’s you. Born November 23, 1900, in Griggsville, Illinois. Dramatics '14. 15. Junior Class Play T6. Spanish Play ’17. Hassayamper Staff. Page Sixteen THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Athletic of build, with curly hair. Arms like a boy, and doesn’t care; Drives a car (?), rides a horse, or bike, Hunts, fishes, plays ball, and takes a hike. Oh! what joy, were I a boy— Blanche Foster, that’s you. Born October 22, 1898, in Urichsville, Ohio. Basketball ’16, '17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Junior Play ’16. Spanish Play ’17. From Old Ireland he gets his ne-tie, His ready wit from the same source came. His many girls are a string of pearls. His rosary— Robert S. Flinn, that’s you. Born July 19, 1897, in Wallace, Nova Scotia. Basketball ’16. Football 17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Junior Play ’16. Class President '17. She’s short and plump and dark; She’s sure to make her mark With a kindergarten; for her ready smile Can any little kiddie beguile— Ola G. Henry, that’s you. Born June 14, 1899, in Prescott, Arizona. Basketball ’16, '17. Dramatics ’14, '15. Junior Play '16. Spanish Play ’17. Vice-President ’15. Page Seventeen THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER A basketball guard is she. One worthy of the name; A real joy to see In any well-matched game. Oh! how we love the way Her jaw is set All thru the bitter fray. Its points she strives to get— Helen Hobbs, that’s you. Born April 27, 1898, in Prescott, Arizona. Basketball ’14, ’15, '16, '17. Captain School Team ’17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Unobtrusive in manner. Never wields the hammer; Is just the right sort For any kind of sport. ' Is trustworthy, loyal and true To the good old “Gold and Blue — George Gerson, that’s you. Born February 17, 1897, in Hoboken, New Jersey. Football ’17. Spanish Play ’17. Business Manager of Class Team ’17. “A man, a man, my kingdom for a man,” Is the slogan of this fair maid. Her brains beat ours to a frazzle, Her many “A’s” us simply dazzle. Really, she’d be a peach If she didn’t try to reach Any man, either gay or staid. A man, a man, my kingdom for a man”— Bertha Kayser, that’s you. Born February 20, 1900, in Hackberry, Arizona. Dramatics ’15. Spanish Play ’17 Page Eighteen THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER There’s a little maid from an eastern clime. Whose object in life is to have a good time. She has a designing way. And dimples that play Havoc with the masculine peace of mind— Helen Keffer, that’s you. Born September 3, 1898, in Urichsville, Ohio. He is big as to body and feet and hands. We think he is big as to brain. If he isn’t, he many a good place lands, And runs a bluff, just the same— Jack C. Hazeltine, that’s you. Born February 25, 1900, in Prescott, Arizona. Basketball ’16, ’17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Junior Play ’ I 6. Spanish Play ’ 1 7. Secretary-Treasurer ’ I 5. Editor-in-Chief 1917 Hassayamper. Little maid, little maid, why do you wiggle so? We admit you’re a shark With many an “A” mark. But we would like to know. With so many squirms How the knowledge germs Can take root in your head and grow?— Gertrude M. Kent, that’s you. Born May 10, 1899, in Jamestown, New York. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Spanish Play T7 Page Nineteen THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER On the basketball squad She’s a bright and shining star. That is not the only attribute we laud; In many things she’s far above par— Ruth L. Merwin, that’s you. Born June 25, 1898, in Nodaway, Iowa. Basketball ’14, ’15, '16, ’17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Junior Play ’16. Spanish Play '17. Hassayamper Staff. Listen to our song. It is not very long. Of a senior of ’17. He’s opposed to all work, All responsibility will shirk; His object in life is to dream— Arthur Morrow, that’s you. Born July 31, 1898, in Springfield, Illinois. Football ’17. Dramatics ’15. Upon her we can depend ’ I 7’s traditions to defend. Calm, studious and steady. You will find her ever ready To promote any enterprise That enhances P. H. S. in the world’s eyes— Rachel Redden, that’s you. Born May 14, 1898, in Prescott, Arizona. Basketball '16, ’17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Spanish Play ’ I 7. Page Twenty THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER In dramatics he’s on the “A” roll; In basketball he’s right there, too; In classroom he could the same “A’s” pull If there weren’t so much mischief to do— Frank P. Ryan, that’s you. Born November 13, 1898, in Butte, Montana. Football ’17. Basketball ’16. ’17. Dramatics '15. Junior Play ’16. Senior Play ’16. Spanish Play '17. Vice-President ’ I 6. Hassayamper Staff. What would we do Without our treasurer true Who keeps our money affairs straight? To get past her Proves a disaster. We might as well pay early as late— Catherine C. Tiernan, that’s you. Born May 22, 1898, in Prescott, Arizona. Dramatics 14, '15. Spanish Play '17. Secretary-Treasurer ’16, ’17. He is long on “pluchritude, Is given to many a mood; Modest, retiring, never shirks. Spends little time with “skirts. This much tho we must confess. He is very loyal to P. H. S.— Roy M. Striegel, that’s you. Born August 6, 1900, in Waterloo, Iowa. Basketball ’17. Junior Play ’16. Spanish Play ’ I 7. Page Twenty-one THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER He’ll argue, and he’ll argue Until in deep despair, St. Peter will pass him to heaven To argue with the angels there— Edwin Y. Theobald, that’s you. Born April 9, 1900, in Marietta, Ohio. Football '14, ’15, ’16’ 17. Basketball '16, ’17. Junior Play '16. Dramatics ’14, ’15. “A daughter of the gods Divinely tall, and most divinely fair.” Makes little fuss, but is right there In the things worth while.— Helena Voge, that’s you. Born June 30, 1899, in Prescott, Arizona. Dramatics ’14, ’15. , Ambition has marked him for her own And, when not in school. He’s pursuing Dame Fortune to her home And learning many a business rule— Ralph Thomas, that’s you. Born December 1 1, 1898, in Princeton, California. Football ’15, ’16, ’17. Dramatics ’14, ’15. Junior Play ’16. Hassayamper Staff. Page Twenty-two THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER CLASS HISTORY Many, many, many years ago, the world, what there then was of it, was startled by the audacity and bold effrontery of a grammar school class. That class was P. H. S. ’17, in its infancy. Think of it! We, bold youngsters that we were, dared to hold mas- querade balls, dances and moonlight picnics when most children of our age studied their geographies, and rode their dappled gray hobby-horses. When in the seventh grade, we adopted the most beautiful class colors ever beholden to mortal eyes. Those colors still lead us on to victory. Ah yes! then, too, was the time when, as usual, the eighth grade folk (last year’s graduates) followed our example and adopted their colors. How we remember those spirited football games we had. Yes, we won; we had the champion teams of the year. In our eighth grade year we had no competition, no class being willing to join with us in mortal combat; but, unlike the saving, “Competition is the life of trade” and also everything else, we, being full of spirit, still kept lively. When we found ourselves in the High School one frosty morning, unlike most freshmen, we were unabashed (See 1914 Annual). Taking our seats with the Seniors, we remained until Prof. Hart asked us to move to a more select location. Here we met Robert Flinn, Catherine Tiernan, Grace Baldwin, Kenyon Trengove and Leo Penn. Ruth Merwin and Vivian Baehr, remnants of the class of ’16, also joined us. Our first class meeting ended with Dewey Born as President, Kenyon Trengove Vice-President, Hester Davis (who left the next year) Secretary and Treasurer. After many an enjoy- able month not unfilled with Sophs’ persecutions, our first year ended. We were the last Freshmen class to enter the portals of the historic old building. Our Soph, year was begun in the Manual Arts building. Russell Timerhoff was our worthy president, O. Henry vice-president, and J. Criley Hazeltine secretary and treasurer. “Casey,” after a year’s leave of absence, was again noisily in our midst; also Roy Bell, Bertha Kayser and Frank Ryan, too (they came together). Cupid was busy this year among our dear classmates, and worked overtime on Leo and “Casey.” However, he did not neglect Helen and Roy. We showed the Juniors some real “class” with our numerous social entertainments. We displayed our originality by being the first class to place our banner on the new High School. Our Junior year opened with a rush and roar. It was the best Junior year that ever was since there was a Junior year. Then was the time that “Pat was lured away from us by a member of our rival, the Senior class. He returned, however, but his mind was affected. LaRoy Striegel also joined our happy band with his Humboldt friend. “Mickey” Enright. Helen Deming appeared on the scene, much to Ed s joy. It was fitting that our play and Prom should be the best ever presented in Prescott High School. Seniors! Ah our would-be rivals have again graduated; this time for good. No one dares dispute us and we end the year in glory, for we stand alone. Led by Bob Flinn, president, “Casey” Crawford, vice-president, and Catherine Tiernan, secretary and treasurer, we sweep gloriously onward like a comet, the trail of satellites reaching far into the distance. Also, like said comet, our journey has no end, and we have no goal in sight high enough. Lastly, again like the comet, we may return years later to the good old starting point. So P. FI. S., farewell! Pago Twenty-three THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER TO THE CLASS OF 1917 In every line of work, there naturally grows a medium standard of attainment. Just to reach this standard is bu; to be mediocre. The competing forces of society call for honest and sincere helpers who are not afraid of work. Responses come from all the schools— colleges, high schools, grammar schools, and schools of hard knocks and experience. Many meet the requirements and fit their respective niches. The number of conscientious workers is large. To be one of this group is to be one OF ten thousand; but to have the available stock of knowl- edge of one’s occupation, together with the ability to organize and plan the solution of the unsolved problems, whether it be the recovery of copper from two per cent ore, or the untangling of diplomatic relations with foreign countries, supplemented by the courage of one’s convictions, is to be one IN ten thousand. Your sincere friend and teacher, Thos. G. Blue. Page Twenty-four THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Page Twenty-five THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER | Juniors I OFFICERS Ed. Cain........................................................President George Hill...........................................Secretary-Treasurer Colors Blue and White Florence Barnes Robert Born Caroline Brinkmeyer Louis Bunte Frank Cain Ursula Carter Clara Chadwick Dorothy Cornell Avery Cowart Dorothy Crum Helen Dumphy Florence Emerson Meyer Emerson Mildred Fehlman Zebud Flinn Carrie French Florence Hill Margaret Hobbs Mary Jennings Walter Murphy Mary Ruth Payne Blanche Sheldon Leo Stack Mary Swartz Blanche Weil Lincoln Young Page Twenty-seven THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Page Twenty-eight THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER | So Ph omores OFFICERS Edward Sweeny................ Earl Esc her................. Marjorie Fehlman............. ..........President . . . .Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Colors Green and White Tecil Acker Jean Aitken Carlton Brannon George Briggeman Carey Cowart Laura Curtis Geraldine Delaney Lonnie Joe Durham Gerald Fitzgerald Gwinn Hebb Amelia Henry Helen Kuhne Olive Lawhead Dorothea Stuthman Grace Majors Victor McGrew Mary Miller John Morrison Dottie Richards Eva Roberts Leland Roper Ruth Roper Gladys Ruffner Raymond Sines Marsh Smith Helen Stevenson Margaret Story Arthur Thompson Vera Voge Pane Twenty-nine THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Page Thirty THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER waiter lang. . esta redden. . orville tucker OFFICERS ................................president ...........................vice-president ......................secretary-treasurer colors red and blue grace anderson helen born robert birch evelyn budd irene durham waiter earnhart leslie eckert alice ehle ethel farrell ben friedburg dorothy hill mary hobbs charles kearly frank knight mamie lindell viola lucas mildred marshall charles mccash marie yvonne morrison inez poe ralph ryan eva schmitt vesta schmitt frieda scheurman esther swartz bernard sweeny laura theobald kenneth walker gwendolyn wakeling anita weil waiter zimmerman clothilda abbot helen bishop mattie cooper barbara lambert george jones chord I'age Thirty-one THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER f The purpose of this schoolisfo develop self-supporting men and women of whom The world may sayA I am better foryeur having lived. Page Thirty-two THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER I’agc Thirty-three THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER “THE GIRL IN BLUE” “I am almost afraid to go, John,” said pretty Julia Harwick, as she folded up the invitation. “Why?” asked John, her husband. “Oh, they are such ‘big’ people; besides, 1 have nothing to wear.” “Pshaw! You have two evening dresses.” They are old rags, but I guess I can fix them.” The invitation under discussion was from the Chalmers, who were among the elite of society, and who lived in the famous old Castle L’Argentville. The next day, the Harwicks left early in the afternoon for the Chalmers and ar- rived there in time for tea. After tea, John and Mr. Chalmers went out in the garden to smoke. John glanced up and saw his wife at the window. She smiled and waved her hand. “Mrs. Chalmers must be showing your wife the children,” remarked Chalmers, casually. “That is the nursery window.” John looked up in the hope of seeing his wife again, but in her place he saw a beautiful girl. She was slender and of medium height. Her hair was brown and she wore it coiled simply about her head, and her blue eyes held a depth of wistfulness that was very appealing. She was simply dressed in blue. She seemed to look straight into his eyes, and he felt a warm glow suffuse his body. She gazed a moment, then turning, she slowly went into the window, still looking at him over her shoulder. A little later the men returned to the house, and John went upstairs. He was vaguely troubled. He loved his wife dearly, and the thrill he had felt as he looked into the girl’s eyes seemed to be unfaithful to Julia. Still he could not help looking eagerly about him as he went through the long corridor, hoping that he would catch another glimpse of the girl in blue. Julia was seated in a low rocker mending an evening dress as John came in. He crossed to a window and looked out; then he walked restlessly about the room. At last, he came to Julia’s side and stooped to kiss her. Even as he bent over her he saw the girl in blue. She stood half turned away, and her eyes still held a wistfulness and surrender as she gazed at him. He stared spell-bound at her a second; then pulling himself together he kissed his wife, and asked her about the evening. The next day, while returning from a long ramble over the estate with the owner, he saw the girl in blue going ahead of him up the long corridor. He hastened after her, but she disappeared behind some heavy draperies. A second later John pulled aside the curtains, which, he found, concealed a door that lead into the children’s quarters. The girl had disappeared, and John, resisting an impulse to follow, went upstairs. “Have the children here a governess?” he asked Julia as he came into their room. “Yes, they have. She is a very nice sweet girl, and the children are devoted to her.” A little later, John saw three pretty children descending the stairs accompanied by a plump, good-natured looking German girl. “Is that their nurse?” he asked Chalmers. “No, she is their governess and an excellent girl,” was the answer. “Then who is that slender, brown-haired girl in blue?” “The Girl in Blue!” exclaimed Chalmers. “Have you seen her?” “Yes, twice.” And John told him of the glimpse he had of her. Chalmers went to the side of the hall and pulled aside a heavy tapestry. There stood a life size portrait of the girl in blue. Page Thirty-four THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER “She was my great-aunt who was disappointed in love. She turned very bitter and died young. The folk about here believe that she appears to men happy in love and lures them away from their wives or sweethearts.” Then, dropping the tapestry over the picture, he added: “You and your wife are happily united. That accounts for her appearance to you.” The next morning on their way home, John remarked: “I’m glad to get away, Julia. That place is haunted.” “Silly! What makes you think so?” “Because I saw the ghost.” “Oh! Why didn't you tell me?” cried Julia. “I—I just didn’t like to,” answered John, and he changed the subject. Ethel Farrell, '20. THE PATRIOT Frank Rieman was of German descent. His father stood by the Fatherland, no matter if right or wrong. He was a wealthy man, and Frank was his only child, so he had constantly drilled German ideas and ideals into him, in spite of the fact that Frank thought more of America than he did of all Europe put together. Frank was a handsome young man, of about twenty-four years of age; tall but well proportioned, with dark hair and a determined face. He loved big, free America, where everyone was equal, and everyone was allowed to talk and act as he chose. When the war was started, his father was very bitter against the United States, while Frank remained loyal to America, but said nothing to make his father angry. The first draft did not include Frank, but when it became known that more men were needed at once, he decided to enlist. He knew what the result would be, but that evening he said: “Father, I am going to enlist.” “What?” roared his father, “Do you mean to say that you are going to fight agasnst your own country? “This is my country,” he answered. “We stand for Democracy, and I intend to do all I can for it.” “If you join the army I’ll—I’ll disinherit you,” stormed his father. At that Frank only smiled sadly, shook his head, put on his hat, and stepped out. Frank enlisted the next morning. His comrades looked on him with much dis- trust, principally on account of his father’s actions, but he did not appear to notice how they acted, and merely went on about his own business. He learned rapidly at the training camp, and was promoted to sergeant for his good discipline. After leaving the training camp, his regiment was ordered to a small town which was about twenty miles from the main camp of troops. He remembered that his father had a house there, and would likely be staying there at the time, and he resolved to “steer clear” of the place. One morning he was told by the colonel’s orderly to report at the latter’s tent at once. He instantly obeyed, and found a detachment of troops there. “Lead these men to the house where this man tells you to,” said the colonel, “and order the occupants to remove the German flag they are flying.” Frank saluted, placed himself at the head of the troops, and marched off, accom- panied by the man referred to by the colonel. The man pointed out a house, over which was a German flag, and Frank’s heart sank within him. It was his father’s. He could only obey orders now, so he led the men up to the door and knocked. His father came to the door. “Oh, it’s you, is it?” he sneered. Frank paid no attention to the remark. Paste Thirty-five THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER The colonel orders you to remove that flag,” he said stiffly, pointing at it. “Tell him I won’t do it,” was the answer. Haul down the flag,” he commanded one of his troopers. The man pulled it down and handed it to Frank. He folded it carefully, handed it to his father and said: “Here is your flag, sir,” and turning, he led the men back to camp. The next day it was reported that some of the enemy were headed in the direction of their camp. Everything was then made ready. The men were in the trenches around the camp, and the field guns were stationed so as to be of the greatest advantage. About noon the enemy appeared. There were fully three times as many of them as there were Americans, and their field guns were heavier, but the little regiment de- cided to fight the harder: but that did no good against such a large force. They fought desperately but the colonel saw that they must have some reinforcements. “Who will volunteer to take dispatches to the General?” he asked. For a minute no one answered. Then Frank, who happened to be near, said quietly: “I will. Colonel.” “Can you ride a motorcycle?” was the question. “A little.” was the answer. He was given the dispatches and he started off across the hills, intending to reach the road back of the enemy’s lines. They saw him right away and started firing at him, but he reached the road safely, and the men back in the trenches cheered him on. Then something hit the motorcycle which caused it to stop, and it would not start again. Frank left it there and ran into a barn nearby, and by the time the enemy’s cavalry had started after him, he was riding down the road on a horse that he had stolen from the barn. They fired at him but he kept going, and soon they gave up the chase. Flying along on the horse, Frank tried to collect his thoughts. He felt faint: there was a bullet wound in the flesh of one arm, and a burning sensation in his chest. He reeled in the saddle but did not fall. Then he saw a sign. It seemed blurred, but he managed to make it out, “I I miles to Trevlac.” “Eleven miles more—have to make it,” he muttered to himself. He felt weaker, and his arm and chest pained him, but he urged the horse on and held on desperately. He had to get there! The boys in camp would say that he did not want to get there; that he really was a German in heart as well as birth if he did not deliver the dispatches. Then came another sign, “Two Miles to Trevlac.” He would get there. He was almost there already. The pain in his chest was almost unbearable, but he did not have much farther to go. There it was in sight, just around a bend in the road. Thank Heaven! y ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ The general was in his tent. He was concerned about the Thirteenth regiment. “Too bad they didn’t have a wireless outfit,” he said to himself. Just then a dusty horse and rider stopped in front of his tent. The general ran out, and the rider almost fell from his horse to the ground. “Thirteenth Regiment, Arizona Volunteers,” he gasped, “Cut off—here are dis- patches.” at that he grew limp and sank to the ground in spite of the general’s efforts to keep him on his feet. The general bent over him and the boy opened his eyes and smiled. “Nathan Hale was right,” he managed to gasp. “Too—too bad we have only one life to give for our country.” And with his eyes fastened on the flag over the general’s tent, he died, dimly con- scious of the fact that he had given his life along with the many others, that the rest might be free. Gwinn Hebb, ’19. Page Thirty-six THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER THE NUGGET It was on the desert. The deep black shadows of night were just giving way to the softer grays and pinks of morning. Three figures moved out of the dawn and were soon distinguished as two men and a burro. The three slowly started on their way toward a low range of mountains which could be dimly seen in the distance. As the gray of dawn swiftly disappeared, the trio could be seen more distinctly. The two men wore the dress of a prospector. The third member of the party—the burro—was packed with the usual tools of the prospector. “We ought to be pretty near that claim of ours by now,” said the taller of the two men. “We are in that region, all right,” agreed the other. After a few minutes of silence, broken only by the jingle of the burro’s pack, the first speaker again addressed his companion. “Ain't those two of our stakes, Jim?” “I guess they are,” answered Jim. A minute or so later, the two were examining their claim. “Huh! don't look very promising. What did you stake it for) “I’ll admit it doesn’t look so good as it did.’’ “Just look at this rock, Bill,” said Jim, raising a pick and giving a small stone a vicious jab. “By golly!” he exclaimed, picking up the two pieces of the rock, “look at this, would you)” “A nugget,” yelled Bill. The two men hung around the claim about a week, but found no more goose eggs,” as Jim expressed it. Then one night a thunderbolt struck camp. For one morn- ing when Jim awoke, he found Bill missing and soon after discovered the nugget was also gone, together with the only full canteen of water. Jim at once started out toward Indian Ridge, thinking to make it in two days and find water, for he had taken the canteen from camp, containing a very small amount of water. At the end of the second day he was at the foot of the range, without water. The next morning, stumbling across a well-worn path, he followed it, dimly wondering where it led. About noon, he came to an Indian village. It was in a small ravine between two hills. He approached an old man and asked for water, at the same time wondering where these people got water in this place. But the old man told him to follow him. He led him down a path which ended at the mouth of a cave. Wonderingly, Jim followed the old man into the cave. At first he could hardly see, but soon his eyes became accustomed to the light. He was in a small, square room. In the center, a small spring merrily bubbled. The floor was huge slabs of quartz. The ceiling and sides of the cave were loaded with turquoise, barnets, berryls and many other precious stones. In the corners stood nuggets of all descriptions. Jim prolonged his drink in order to stare at this marvelous cave. At last, he turned to the Indian. “Where did you get all these things)” he asked. “Just found and brought here long ago,” he answered. Jim stayed in the camp a month, meanwhile trying his best to get landmarks, and fix the place in his mind. But one day he asked the old man if he could guide him to the nearest town. The next day Jim set out, and in a short time was in Needles. He immediately went to a friend and asked if Bill had come there. “Why, no,” answered Tom. “He skipped with my nugget, and I’m after him,” explained Jim, whereupon he told Tom the whole story. At the conclusion, Jim said: “Now, will you start out with me to find this camp)” “Sure; count on me,” Tom answered, and they began to make their preparations. But before they started Jim was taken sick, and was not up for six weeks. Just about 1‘age Thirty-seven THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER a week before he was well, Tom got word that his claim was turning up well, and they went to that. About five years later Jim again found himself in the region of Needles. Getting together an equipment, and finding a man willing to make a try with him, once more he was ready to start for Indian Cave, as Jim called it. In two days they arrived at the old claim, to which Bill and Jim had come five years before. There was that part of the pack which Jim had left; but the men did not stop here. They pushed onward. In two more days, they were at the foot of the mountains. Jim looked around for the solitary pine which had marked the path, but it was not to be seen. Still the place did not look as it had when he was there before. After much looking around, Jim did not know what to make of the place. At last they found the pine, laying on its side. Yes, something had happened, and they saw at last that an earthquake, or rather a landslide, had taken place. As it did no good to stay here, they started back. They had not been walking long when they came upon a skeleton. They stopped, and looked around to see if there was anything to identify him, but there was nothing. Just as they rose to go Jim uttered a cry and, stooping again, picked up two rocks which lay beside the skeleton. “My nugget! My nugget!” he cried, then he slowly looked at the skeleton. Dorothy Cornell, ’18. FROM UNCLE DUDLEY February 16, 1917. Students of Prescott High School, Prescott, Ariz. Dear Children: Take advice from your Unkle. In promulgating your esoteric cogitations, or articulating your superficial sentimen- talities, and amicable, philosophical observations, beware of platitudinous ponderosity. Let your conversational communication possess a clarified conciseness, a compact comprehensibleness, coalescent consistency, and concatenated cogency. Eschew all con- glomerations of flatulent garrulity, jejune babblement, and asinine affectations. Let your extemporaneous descantings and unpremeditated expatiations have intel- ligibility and veracious vivacity, without rhodemoutade or thrasonical bombastic sed- ulosity. Avoid all polysyllabic profundity, pompous prolixity, psittaceous vacuity, ventril- oquial verbosity, and vasiloquent vapidity. Shun double extendries, prurient jocosity, and pestiferous profanity, abscurent or apparent. In other words, talk plainly, briefly, naturally, sensibly, truthfully, purely. Keep from “slang”; don’t put on airs. Say what you mean; mean what you say, and don’t use big words. Yours in haste, Unkle Dudley, Lincoln Young, ’18. LOVE (BY ONE WHO KNOWS) Love is a peculiar epidemic disease which attacks everybody sooner or later, and is particularly violent and dangerous when it attacks fellows and girls between the ages of fifteen and nineteen. Its general effects are a certain abstraction and inattention to business, accompanied in extreme cases by loss of appetite and sleep. Pago Thirty-eight THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER It is said by those who have experienced it to be not unpleasant and indeed to be attended by pleasurable thrills and excitements when the beloved object is near. This feature renders the disease all the more dangerous because the patient makes no attempt to better his condition. The jibes and taunts of his schoolmates are excellent, but sel- dom prove effective, and the sufferer, quite unconscious of the dangers of his condition, goes steadily from bad to worse. Unlike measles, one attack does not render another less likely, and the second attack is generally worse than the first. So far the best efforts of scientists have been of no avail in discovering a cure, and, in my opinion, the best thing to do when an attack is felt, is to shoot yourself on the spot. So, fair lovers, take heed. Zebb Flinn, ’18. THE GUILTY MAN JOHN HEDDERLY MURDERED—PROMINENT MAN SHOT IN BACK—MURDERER UNKNOWN!” ran the blazing headlines of the paper in Floyd’s hands. “Um! Murderer unknown; looks like there might be a chance for me. He read the article, which went on to state that Judge Hedderly, prominent bar- rister, had been shot in the back by some unknown person or persons in his room during the night. The wound indicated that a revolver of small caliber had been used. The coroner’s inquest had developed nothing. The Judge’s private secretary had disap- peared, but no other clue could be found. 1 he judge, rather a secretive man, lived in three small rooms in the upper part of his great house and was seldom seen except by his youngest daughter. At the time of his death he was engaged in the writing of a great legal work and had buried himself in his rooms. The article in the paper seemed to Floyd the opportunity to prove his ability as a detective at last. Early that afternoon he gained admittance by his star of the Pinkerton agency, and was received by the younger daughter, a pretty, vivacious brunette. By adroit questioning he learned that she had been her fathers delight; but that Mrs. Hedderly and the older daughter had seldom visited the three rooms, spending most of their time socially. The older daughter, it seems, was never on good terms with her father, and quarreled with him frequently. Floyd asked to see the rooms. They were all small ones, the middle one being an office, the other two, bedrooms, occupied by the Judge and his secretary. There was a private, enclosed stairway from the rooms to an exit at the back of the house. A path led from here to the side street. The grounds were heavily shrubbed and exceedingly dark. The Judge had been shot while standing facing the mantel at the far side of the room. Books and papers were scattered everywhere. His desk had been thoroughly ransacked, but nothing was missing. Floyd questioned further. He asked if the Judge had any enemies. “No serious ones,” Grace told him, “except, well, perhaps—a man whom he sen- tenced for life and who swore that some day he would break jail and kill father, but we learned that after going to prison he reformed and became a model prisoner, so we could hardly suspect him.” His name?” asked Floyd. “Er-er—Tom Bennett, I believe.” Black Tom,” muttered Floyd aside. “Thank you, and may I speak with the other members of the family? As they descended and came around the corner, they heard these words: Page Thirty-nine THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Served him right. At last we are free, yes—” and as they entered the parlor Grace's sister and her companion started guiltily. Floyd affected not to notice it, but Grace was visibly surprised. She knew that Marion had little in common with her father, especially since he had prevented her marriage to Areld Huntely. Grace introduced Floyd and left him to talk to her sister. Areld started to go, but Floyd detained him. He asked the two a great many questions and mentally noted Areld’s agitation and slightly twisted answers, but could get nothing definite, and later sought Grace for the reason. She could give him none, but told him that they were probably as glad as she was sorry of the Judge’s death. Floyd finally left and made straight for Alexston Prison and Insane Asylum. There he confirmed the reports of the escape of Black Tom Bennett, and learned that a man had also escaped from the insane asylum. “Well,” said Detective Ackers of Central Station, to Grace, “we are still search- ing for Black 1 om and for your father’s secretary. We found out that a man heavily muffled came to your father’s stairway that night and that he left shortly after the time the murder was supposed to have been committed. Black Tom was traced to this city, but has not been found yet.” Just then, Marion and Areld passed in the hall, evidently in a hurry. Grace called them and they were forced to come at her insistent demands to meet Detective Ackers. He had missed them on his first visit and now took the opportunity to examine them carefully. Areld’s answers were as mixed as usual and Detective Ackers also noted his nervousness. When Ackers finished Grace told the crowd of a new discovery that had been made. A large sum of money had been stolen from the Judge’s rooms. He always kept a quantity on hand and some one with a knowledge of the Judge’s habits had taken the money and closed the secret door to the cabinet. The combination to the cab- inet was supposed to be known only to the members of the family and the secretary. So! Ackers looked at Areld; Areld was white, sitting with clenched hands. Now we have a motive for the secretary’s sudden departure and for the murder.” Ackers noted the sigh of relief from Areld. That closed the interview and Ackers went to send men to trail Areld. Please come at once to the Central Station,” Detective Acker’s voice came over the phone to Marion. Upon Marion’s arrival at the jail. Detective Ackers met her and sent for Areld. He came, looking haggard and dishevelled. “Areld!” cried Marion, “why—why—Areld!” “Caught!” and Areld hung his head. “No, no, no, he didn’t, he couldn’t!” cried Marion turning to the Detective. “Ump! Why can’t he tell us a straight story then? Listen here, we’ve trailed this bird for four days, day before yesterday he went out into the country eighty miles, dug a hole and buried something. Today he has acted like a madman, hasn’t been still a minute, has walked from one end of this town to the other. About noon he took his racer, drove sixty miles an hour to his burying ground, dug up his little box and came back here. We stuck to him till he got to his rooms and then nabbed him. We searched his room and found a small revolver, the size of the estimated size of the bullet hole in Judge Hedderly’s back, with a Maxim silencer and in his little tin box was the missing money. That explains where the money went to, why the shot was never heard and who the heavily cloaked man was. Guess you two couldn’t wait till the old man died for the money to marry on, could you? We also found the coat he wore, the neighbors identified it. Your lover is the murderer of Judge Hedderly!” They were interrupted by the opening of the door of Ackers’ private office, thru which a burly policeman led a small, cringing man. Page Forty THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Bacon!” gasped Areld. The little man looked at him and then at Marion. The policeman spoke, “Here is the secretary.” Ackers looked at him and then at Areld. Don’t think I’ll need him, rather imagine I’ve got the man I want right here,” Ackers indicated Areld with a careless toss of his head, “nevertheless, I 11 talk with him. Ackers looked the small man over. “Say don’t you know you did a pretty risky thing, running away like that? Now come thru. How did you get out? What s the big idea? You didn’t go out the private way; else you’d have been seen by the same couple that saw Huntely here? You didn’t go out the front way. The servant swore he was on all night. Come on! How’d you go out?” Bacon, visibly quaking, answered, “I climbed out the front window and down the porch column. “Uh!” Ackers dropt his feet to the floor, “say this does look bad.” “I, that is. er—er, well!” “Yes, you what?” roared Ackers. “I didn’t want the judge to know I was gone; I was afraid he’d fire me. I was on my way to ask him to take me back when your man took me up.” “On your way to ask him to take you back. Say, what do you mean? You can’t get away with that. Suppose you don’t know the Judge is dead? “Dead,” shrieked Bacon, “no, no not that far—why they said—” and he turned and rushed for the door. An attendant stopt his flight half way. “Now look here,” said the puzzled Ackers, “give a straight story or I’ll give you a dungeon.” Bacon was too terror stricken to speak. All efforts to make him do so were futile, and finally Ackers ordered him to be placed in a cell. He turned to Areld and said, “Looks like you had a confederate in this game of yours. That simplifies matters all right. Back to a cell for you till that little runt talks.” But, Ackers,” protested Areld and Marion. Now that’ll be all out of you,” and he waved Areld away before he could say anything more. Marion, alas, was forced to leave, her story untold. Davs were spent trying to make Bacon talk. Dungeons, third degrees and sweatings only left him in a more terrified state. He was finally locked up and left alone for a week. In the meantime Ackers became convinced of his guilt, or at least as an accomplice to the crime. It only needed proving. At the end of that that. Ackers tried once more to get him to talk. Bacon had quieted down, short rations had done their work and he tremblingly told Ackers that he had received an unsigned letter ('From Huntely? interrupted Ackers) promising him a large sum of money if he would be absent from the house at a certain time on the night of the murder. “I was engaged and the money was enough for me to marry on. The letter swore no harm would come to the Judge and— “Have you the letter?” demanded Ackers. “No, I burnt it.” “Ump!” grunted Ackers disgustedly, “so the only connection you had with the case was the fact that you left the Judge alone and got married?” “Yes, yes,” wailed Bacon, becoming terror stricken again. “That’s all. I didn’t have a hand in the crime; I didn’t help; I didn’t know he meant to murder; I—I—” “Aw dry up,” said the unsympathetic Ackers, “what are you carrying on so for now?” “I’m not an accomplice,” cried Bacon. “Accomplice, no, all you are is crazy; both for disobeying the Judge’s orders and for getting married. Go on, beat it! Bacon went. Page Forty-one THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Well, guess that settles his case. Now for Huntley.” He sent for Marion and Areld again. When they came, he told them the case against the secretary had fizzled out and that Areld was guilty. ‘No, Marion screamed, “he is not. If any one is guilty it is I. It was Areld’s coat, but I wore it. It was I who took the money. Areld did not know about it till I asked him to bury the money. It was I—” So you did it and Huntley was the accomplice, eh? “No,” Marion cried again, “neither of us killed my father. He objected to our marriage and I thought if Areld got into his good graces he would consent. I planned to take the money, have Areld play detective and return it. I secured it in a moment of my father’s absence from his rooms. Areld and I were in a theater at the time of the murder.” “Well. I'll be—, that settles the case again. Guess I’ll have to find Black Tom after all,” and he turned and left them to find their own way out. Black Tom was now Ackers’ only clue and he ordered a hot hunt for him. He decided that it was he who had sent the letter to Bacon. Ackers felt his work would be over if he could find the escaped convict. The days dragged on. Bennett was not found. Meanwhile Floyd worked on his clues. Grace and he had become firm friends and they were together as much as possible. Finally in the little grape arbor, Floyd gently took her hand and asked the world-old question. Find the murderer of my father,” was her only reply. Floyd squared his shoulders and arose with a determined “I will.” Black Tom was located and a chase started. He evaded capture time and again. Ackers grew more convinced of his guilt each day. His movements in the city had been traced and they showed that he had secreted himself, written the letter to Bacon and had later gone to the house. Evidence was also obtained that he had bought a gun. Several weeks later Black Tom was found in Canada and brought back. A gun, a little larger caliber than Ackers thought necessary, was found on him. Up before Ackers he was surly and insisted that he had not committed the crime. In a third degree he admitted that he had gone to the Judge’s house on the night of the murder. That decided Ackers and he held Black Tom for the murder of John Hedderly. ¥ The court room was crowded. The fame of Black Tom as a criminal and of Judge Hedderly as a barrister had attracted a large audience. The trial was nearly over. There were but few witnesses left and all those were for the state. At last, the prosecuting attorney asked Black Tom himself to go on the stand. A little murmur ran thru the expectant crowd. Questions began to fly, but Black Tom refused to talk. All efforts to make him do so were of no avail. But when he descended a hurried conference was held between counsel and accused. His counsel recalled to him two small robberies he had committed to keep alive, of his movements on the fateful night; his approach to the house, his entrance and what he had found there on entering the room—the dead body of John Hed- derly. Some one had taken his revenge from his very hands. He then told of his de- parture and subsequent flight; his only crime being that of the robberies and trespassing. Everybody showed their disbelief plainly. His counsel made a brilliant plea and the opposing attorney closed the case for the state. The judge read his instructions to the jury and there was nothing left but the verdict. The jury filed out and the crowd was leaving when the court room decorum was sadly spoiled by Floyd’s rushing in calling, “Stop the trial of Black Tom. I have the real self-confessed murderer of John Hedderly.” The judge was the first to recover himself and he demanded explanations. They were quickly given and Floyd went to the door and brought in a man, pitifully old and Page Forty-two THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER grayhaired. His footsteps tottered and he muttered constantly. He seemed not to see any one, but went along wherever the two attendants at his sides led him. Order was finally restored and the attorney for the defense called Floyd to the stand. He read the confession of Miles Arlington, true murderer of Judge John Hedderly. ¥ That evening seated in the little arbor Floyd said, ‘ Well, you see, it was just like this, Grace. That paper stated the remarkably short time it took for the coroner’s examination. I knew that no thorough examination could be made in that amount of time. The coroner did not even probe for the bullet. 1 found later that he was in a hurry that day. I went to the undertaker’s and made an examination myself. THE HOLE IN YOUR FATHER’S BACK WAS NOT MADE BY A BULLET. BUT BY A PIECE OF STEEL. When I learned that Black Tom had escaped from the prison I also learned that a man had escaped from the insane asylum. A man who at times is as lucid as you or I. He broke out of the asylum with kitchen utensils, taking with him a long steel used for sharpening, similar to those that come with carving sets, except that it was much sharper. “I found Arlington, and on him was that steel covered with dried human blood. He killed your father on no pretext whatsoever in a maniacal fury and confessed in a lucid hour. The sight of the blood brought saneness long enough for him to realize his crime, but lapsed again and has been wandering over the country since, sometimes sane, sometimes crazy. Fay L. Davidson, ’ I 7. “INCIDENT AT A SUMMER HOTEL” PRIZE STORY According to all rules of the game, the heroine of my story should be called Betty, and should be tall, slender and dark. Also, the hero could be known under no other name than Jack and should bp tall and broad-shouldered with a crop of straw-colored hair. But I shall break all the conventions by calling them simply She and He. He first noticed her the day after his arrival at The Palms. She was playing tennis with a loquacious young man who kept up a rapid-fire conversation, and She seemed a trifle bored. He resolved then to find out more about her. She first noticed him a few days later when he was riding a surf board. He looked very big and strong, and when a huge wave completely submerged the board and its passenger. She gave a little start and cried, “Oh,” and gave a queer little laugh of relief as he came to the top sputtering and splashing. That night he met her at the Pavilion. He noticed how well She fox-trotted. He loathed a fox-trot, but decided that it wasn’t such a bad thing after all, and resolved to do it more. He also noted that She danced with that brainless wonder. Swam, twice in succession. He never did like Swain anyway. As the weeks rolled by, he became better acquainted with her. She dressed very well; in fact, he thought almost as well as Miss DeBaker, the young heiress. He also was very neat, and wore his clothes with ease. She thought he must be very wealthy. He thought the same thing of her; but they were both wrong. They spent many hours together. He was a wonder with a canoe, and she could carry on a wonderful conversation. By the second week they were having heart-to-heart talks. She seemed (to him) so unlike the other girls he had met—seemed to think so much more of things worth while. She considered it very foolish for two young fools to get engaged, only to break it on a moment’s notice. She once told him that if she ever became engaged it was for keeps, and if in case the proposed tie-up was not pulled off she would be single for good. Of course, his views of the matter were exactly the same as hers; but they were both wrong. I’a e Forty-three THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER One evening while on the return journey from the further side of the bay, be began thinking (something which he had never done to any great extent before). He had al- ways been the least bit jealous of the fellows at school who had been engaged once or twice. He thought that now was the chance for him. He had yet two years before he would get his degree at the University, and if she would be willing to wait as long as that, he might consider marrying her, after the said time had elapsed; and if she should break it and marry some one else, then all the better for him. After much mature thought, he finally resolved to pop the question the very first time the opportunity presented itself. During the intermission of a dance the next evening, they were walking along the pier, when he suggested that they should sit and watch the moon come up. (Old stuff.) As the moon came up like a ball of fire, they were able to make out the dim out- line of a canoe below them. Just as he was starting to spring the question, he was in- terrupted by a voice accompanied by a ukelele breaking out in snarling accents with “On the Beach at Waikiki.” Under his breath, he paid his compliments to the author of the song, the inventor of the ukelele, and the singer, too. For the sake of prolonging the innocence of our unsophisticated readers, I will draw a curtain over the scene for a few minutees. Suffice it to say that after the usual cere- monies accompanying an affair of this kind were completed, they made their way back to the pavilion. She had visions of a wonderful wedding—their wedding—with fifty bridesmaids and a tulle veil. He also tried to look into the future, but out of the haze he was only able to discern large, black, bleak waves beating against the rocks; but again they were both wrong. In due time, he went back to college, while she journeyed to her home town. At first, hardly a day passed that he did not hear from her, and vice versa. She managed to live through the winter without Him, and vice versa. Early in the spring, she met the villain of the story, whom we shall call “The Man.” The Man lost no time in coming to the point when he decided that he was really in love with her. She was naturally very much flattered to find that she attracted a man so much older than herself. She was proud of her man; proud that he knew so much; proud of his thoughtfulness and devotion; and she came to look upon the Boy in school as a young cub who needed to be taken care of. And strange as it may seem, her fine remarks about young fools getting engaged more than once, were all forgotten when The Man popped the same old question as the boy had done some months before. Her letter to the Boy was very tactful, and sought to break the news as gently as possibly. It came as something of a shock to him, and of course, he felt very badly. Still he decided on the whole not to commit suicide. He shed a few salt tears (as we all do at times) and consumed huge quantities of cheap whiskey (as some of us do at times). Of course, he made all sorts of foolish resolutions (as we all do), which he afterwards broke (as we all do, too). And now if you are hoping that he will shun the society of women and live a her- mit for the rest of his life, your hopes will be sadly shattered; for, years later, he mar- ried the prettiest and best girl in the world. Long before this, however, he came to realize that if she had not broken the en- gagement he would have done so himself. The only thing that peeved him was that he had not been the one to do it. Robert S. Flinn, '17. Papre Forty-four THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER TO THE FRESHMEN i. As you face this giddy High School, young friends, don’t even try to hide, Your sense of duty to your elders and just forget your pride. Bow down your heads in suppliant way, look studies in the face, And in this field of enterprise follow the Seniors’ pace. Be original in your acts, but never crow too loud. Put forward every goodly trait with which you are endowed; Though these be very few, fear not to have your say, And say it independently, but don t get gay. II. And if at education’s font you’ve liberally drank; (poetic license) Pray don’t imagine your the only turtle in the tank; Be a modest person content to be accepted at your worth. But not a self-important cuss who thinks he owns the earth. Don’t try to make the people think you’ve wit and sense to burn; That what you don’t already know, ’tis not worth while to learn. Remember that your heads are made of ivory or clay, To crumble into dust again, so don t get gay. Ola Henry, ’ 1 7. Page Forty-five THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER THE GIRL THEY LEFT BEHIND They sat in the diner at the close of day. In confiding state of mind. And talked in a confidential way Of their sweethearts they left behind. As the light shown down on the people below It revealed three faces of yore. Three gems of dear old P. H. S. Which we miss each year more and more. My girl, said Ed, “is a lovely queen. She’s a stunner from head to toes. Has the prettiest eyes that ever were seen And a smile that everywhere goes. 1 was in a letter I asked her hand. Her answer just came today. She says she will go to any land. If I am there to stay.” My love is worth her weight in gold,” Said Ralph, with a love drawn tear, ‘To think of that blessed night of old When she promised me, the dear. To love me faithful and true, till I Return from this campaign. And her letters tell me in every line That she’s mine forever, and only mine. And I, said Dewey, “have won a girl Who is wating for me at home. The sweetest, prettiest and dearest pearl That ever on this earth shone. And she wears my ring on her lovely hand. But tell me the names of your dear ones And I’ll tell you the name of mine.” Bertha Kayser! Bud Wieser! Then the brains of the trio began to whirl. They were all engaged to the same old girl. (With apologies to an unknown author) Mary Cromwell, ’17. Page Forty-six THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER TEACHERS Teachers are an unnecessary and unpleasant adjunct to high-school life. With- out them high school would be a continuous round of pleasure. As it is, whenever a student is beginning to enjoy himself in Assembly Hall, a teacher with a stern look and a box-car of authority lands on him with force and precision. The result is, that though in reality he wasn’t doing anything worse than hooking his neighbor with a cane, or uttering a war whoop, or perhaps even manufacturing missiles to throw at some near-sighted class-mate, he feels as bad as though he had been caught smoking on the roof or loafing in the “lab.” This thing ought not to be tolerated, and in the high schools of the future, no teacher with a tongue like a file and a vocabulary like the India edition of Webster’s dictionary will be permitted nearer than the city limits. Unfortunate students are often subjected to a terrible tongue lashing, which leaves them feeling as limp as Jack Johnson’s manager after the fight with Jess Willard. Teachers are not unlike the school clocks in being irregular in their moods. They (like the clocks) move when you least expect it. It would be much better if they would (like the clocks) turn around only once an hour. If they would also (like the clocks) die for a day or two it would be greatly appreciated. Yet even as a burnt match may be used as a toothpick, so also a teacher if not contributing to the pleasure of life may have some hidden value if we could only dis- cover. it. They say that, though God gave us our faces we can pick our teeth; perhaps some day we shall also pick our teachers. In that day the millenium will have arrived and High School will be the king of indoor sports. Zeb Flinn, ’18. “F-R-E-D, OH FRED!’’ When Mr. Blue is in distress Or pain attacks his head. He goes around and ’round A-calling, “F-r-e-d Oh Fred! They say when he is at home And it is time for bed. If he cannot find his nightgown he Will call out “F-r-e-d Oh Fred. Whatever trouble comes to him Or heats his mighty head Some satisfaction he can find In calling “F-r-e-d Oh Fred. And when at last his time has come. And he is almost dead. The final words upon his lips Will be just “F-r-e-d Oh Fred.’ —X. Y. Z. Page Forty-seven ■ THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Page Forty-eight THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER I’age Forty-nine r H E 1917 HASSAYAMPER Papre Fifty THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER THE SPANISH PLAY On March 9, 1917, the Senior Spanish Class presented the Spanish comedy, Zara- giieta. Altho the play was given in the native tongue of “Old Madrid,” the audience, including quite a number of our friends from across the border, enjoyed it immensely. It was a roaring comedy from start to finish and, altho the uninitiated were unable to understand the lines, the acting spoke for itself. M iss M. W. Dillingham cast and directed the production. Cast of Characters Don Indalecio, Wealthy Farmer of Salamanca........... Don Carlos, His Nephew............................... Don Saturio, Village Doctor.......................... Hermogenes Zaragueta, Madrid Money Lender............ Pio, Son of Blasa, eager to be a priest.............. Ambrosio, Village Hack Driver........................ Dona Dolores, Wife of Indalecio...................... Maruja ) j-j | Her Nieces, living with her............. Dona Blasa, Sister of the Village Priest............. Mercedes, Her Little Daughter........................ Gregoria ) Perica Maids....................................... Constina ) Romulda de Gomez ) 0 . Village bpmsters............... Manuela de Aguilar ) Tia Rita, an Old Woman of the Village................ . . .George Gerson ... .Charles Born . . .Jack Hazeltine ... Fay Davidson ......Roy Striegel ......Frank Ryan . . . . Ruth Merwin Mary King ( Mary Cromwell Kathryn Crawford . . . Gertrude Kent (Bertha Kayser Ola Henry Rachel Redden Catherine Tiernan Blanche Foster . . . Grace Baldwin Page Fifty-one THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Page Fifty-two THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER THE JUNIOR PLAY The ninth annual Junior Play was staged March 30, 1917. The plot of “Billy” was filled with interesting and comic situations, which were ably enacted by the various members of the cast. The play was a rousing success and compared favorably with the Junior Plays of former years. Miss Kathryn R. Moore arranged the cast, and Miss Ruth M. Herdrich directed the production. Dramatis Personae Beatrice Sloane, Billy’s Best Girl...................................Blanch Sheldon Mrs. Sloane, Billy’s Prospective Mother-in-Law......................Florence Barnes Stewardess...........................................................Dorothy Crum Sam Eustace, Billy’s Rival...........................................Meyer Emerson Steward..............................................................Walter Murphy John Hargrave, Billy’s Father........................................George Hill Sailor................................................................ Avery Cowart Ship Doctor..............................................................Louis Bunte Billy Hargrave, a Football Hero........................................Zebud Flinn Alice Hargrave, Billy’s Sister......................................Florence Emerson Mrs. Hargrave, Billy’s Mother........................................Dorothy Cornell Boatswain ................................................................Bob Born Captain .................................................................Eddie Cain Page Fifty three THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER 1’agi' KJfty-four I'Ofi o- T-ar't9J'F l ? a e----••• what! Co-r ?y Jori5r 5nooki ? Ookum Ol c ac J? sar T . H THE 1917 HASSAYAMPE TOpDeleoatea Sefectal ENTERTAINS Iff! iRCH WITH :D CROSS;, V P' ------------- I CHOLLY ANGELENO I i;ciKn(. worn with the dr e marked with J � «V. “with red • ross tie1 5 B 1 he the curl� of � • march It the hi m v parade next Kutut � n � it will l� e large i« , the book- were C| at the Her mg ntr y- workers were i, -t rs of those should re s hardly as not h — rill tight for Ms or ting now does not V un or wield Inc a ha ,nt to do our share r thorn the host of of eare. and all thf7c possible. 'i , P o'Tery proud of nty b . 7 -.,1 Uc and I would not w«h ,7 Scr • Kan mill V to llCht fOI V’ , , ate Convention Wade Hampton Chap the t; n r held resterdoy John W bapier pr n ten'ion of '•f I at � Oban .lan _ Tnrd and I™ AT DANCE PARTY BRIDGE CHICAGC In A l'sS 40 RrillNK WITHER enter 'sine,1 with s dnn -c Saturday honoi ,,f MUs Klise Sp-m-cr. t home c«t’i South Vatenela street The in� itp III, luded WatMd to her 1 v,|4 „. rr Kngrti Ball, itrer' Sunday. t'dei Kaeuz Dorothy Tin ex ||nK i Elsinore Ifo''(ttooiu Rl. s00r Slone |;iry III k.iii, ✓ , I rui, -s 1‘arket Otca Hlootu aoJ Mm.i . ftrtitn Messrs Olber Williams (HMicherrjr HUtv D aoe. l aul. ita, H-yrrv Miller tan Moses. Itavtimnl Mot I' I 1.1 li.l... • I. a a . a_ • flonor 6 Birtfidau Merle Thorpe. Kenneth « lark� . K Bloom. T5ICH. roaecolor-d tulip sweet pra« made 9 tables where yesterday Y •„n and her slater. Mr • the former's home. 3 1 b '' street, entertained with I In honor of Mrs K It Misses I.Iim daughter; Mrs Herbert 4 Beatri.-e Mar wj,0 js vtaidag bet lief . Others In sited to this ' faster parts were Mesdf Stoddard Je a. J. Kpenej Sam Hobbs. M F Ihmsen. Tta rmo.ul r.n H p Rl inn. It K 11. w ran. B. F Rltnn. It ----- -------. Cottle, Collier, Gibson. Knlph Palmer llosinl Jobasmi Ir fPIIKNSHN entertain� ! Tdrtlfdiir parly Ha turdas for. hard. J Reckard. Hllss J • •••;---- — .......R, Murphy., Herbert Grl j George 1 hranklin. Alexander Bloom c Blllcke. Sullivan. M AAA Ha must Storrow. WN1 New arrlvata st the Leighton Hotel in Johnson. Lemlnr. Fella 1 elude- Mr «nd Mrs W |. |.nwaon nii l H. Frank. Mls -a Ada Hmn ready to tight foC I .ut all tbo acme. I am. of rlnusly thoughtful � � er the pos said oue mother yesterday at yile she knitted rigorously on woolen socks. Illongbby Rodman I hers Her «on. Clifford. Who a. Is fry Inc for the avlailou in nlhrr boy. Willoughby R -1 who. l y the way. la Just re rsn a severe IIIdm of many ch h� a kepi him mid bis moth- peach or In the mountains until vs days, when they returned also auxlou to enlist Just as � la pronounced fit orge Griffith of Orchard are bv the way. Is giving a tea r afternoon for her stow. Mr , tors of Scranton. Pa., « bo la y home from n visit In Hono- two sons, both of whom are •ward to army IP-' The elder Princeton. I already prefiF a examination under the ,.fft it there was a large attendance ,rr dance In the Hotel Alexan- dro. the «,-ene being espeelslly • hen following Ih.- theater. Itlonal flattcera Joined he San Franciscan whd ace 1« Alexandria for some t ime � I Fay, aU«er of Cbnrle V . nsster of the Northern city, la a member of one bf the o f California and a favorite In came smart aet. Mho has only •turned from New York to she came from a long course uly In Munich. While here Ml� -i much entertained. . r Mrs C. Wiley Wells la gW- ner iM the Hotel Darby and '• hlriff'l.iy iwriy Haturilav for. fMMrtn or mm,,,., M„nl Mn, A Robinson. Josephine lb« yail •Uught.T '!. s Holen Fairfax ( v,wtn. K.n Diego Mrs A L Ovlatf. William . Marjorie Vall.J ---- .... - - - --- -- f . dwln. Kan Diego Mrs A L Oslaft at their home 111. All.anf nf ri.rriand Mrs a V Bright of i «e the «er,- 'he MNsi-s A.l son. ltelty Itlchardson. Seville herlne McHoffey. tJlortu Got� sebk 'j mu S.liatt. Pauline sod Hllrla fliOUtfuf Pasadena Messrs Fred llani mer? Jlavley {Smith V|n«r Got'schalk. 1. Gerald Stephenson. Hoh 'rank Ith-liirds. Jr . lOhn ndo Knriipn- and Alfredo I Cedi llrunner roses aO-! re n n| in decorating A A A the Pa. in,- Chapter. No. K H will l c enteriaload irtr Saturday at the Mi Mines Nellie Flatter ao-Y man a III be Joint brtst Mem Iff.', of with a sonic T Ulltnil esses ........ ......... Fernandez. Virginia If'ij land. Rena M 0� -| tt of Cleveland Mr I WUmer and Airs E F ' ha- - an l children of I A A £ Han Diego: Mr Culler D Corliss. Mr Mr and Mrs Charlf and Mrs. M II Chamberlain, of Detroit 'the Clarion Del Apartnt Mr and Mrs c R Cun be rami f San FranHseo Mr ' II Harper of Rant N � p� ri Vegcb. '‘at AAA I Mr and of GIt) ■I wlthj not on BETROTHAL 16 TOLDAT LUNCHEON M RS t.f c 1 t JlH Vir A A C Kdwio K Collins of KouVh BurlTugton avrnue euterinl« e.| a theater party yesterday 11 hoi� Mr and Mrs. Arthur Hart A A _J cium n ,n u- g.t� c •� touch.-ui March Mr and Mr A II B- !� -’ rllstorajroml ft innWI,lCe ittc heiroth'l ot her «h. h«v. lawn gtlTW d„.,K|,ter Mjk RcHl .i Mho b««H «' : at Lb Fuller Gobhn Apartment. wmiiQ Mr | ,( AJ scru. htl f Santa M«ntc ............ ----j The «eddinir w l � :tae place pril i 1 u i inolod«'l tin Mir ! Gertrude Wilson lla . -' Metcalf | Uur'h end Man Post tt� d Ollle Moore • Violet MatherV WHlianta. F' rn Vadmt K Blanch Swall. alstfr and Wig hitde-elect Mr Kaell •� flower� to carrv out � l� e K AAA MU Helen lltar of ICT Nf. . Wichita. Kaunas at ll « Fuller Golden Apartment, here, left for their home s.jnda- AAA Entertains Cfub to Okeme Anniversan I os A ntele |.«d3 She will be ther r brother. ft. Carter, who I bunt In re Last night Thomas Brow a cus� ea of :ht -very delightful dinner the Callforula CluK and he. •tth a large number of other� , hla guests to ‘•Katlnka. But ih l.ent 1 ver. there Is little • wing t„ poclety s awakening. w the war (loud Is acriou lit •e and everywhere women � re •ogageAent or postponing •niertalnlnc. In order to assist Irf preparwloiss work, either « Red Cross, the Navy League f the other branches he Angeleno who motored t •or ore F-aster were Mr. and ' ltvrue. Miss Beatrice Byrne, jeth Watson. Mr. W J Greda- • S It. Schaffner, Mrs L. Roh- 4� .Rose C. Montgouicfy. Mrs. ihani. Mr . A. U Hughes, Mr geob’ Mortenaon. Mr ami Mrs. . Miss Maud Kell . Mis� Janet lr. ami Mrs. J. B. Sett)Jr. Mr . AUic Mrs. Harry Carroll. Mr. WJIson. Mr. A God- I TUB. AND MR� HANFORD A street left M - nn Kllcndala avenue e liter la lo -d tns ,,rJinr)ll .w. 1 ElUndsle Club ls l e eniiiK a their o wrrk In honor of their fifteentb wedding � nnl Mr AD(1 Mre. Ro,, R llutcbas iversarr South Catalina lr w «-ntertaioe-J A A A „ .week en-l Mr and Mrs Mia Alice A cnllen. � 4T F.Idea ! |tiddl- of Halt «-at a d • - and Mis Pearl M Malafaej |Arthur Ro % Hut. a 1 yesterday afternoon wit h an Mster egg r . J. ! nirui-v Don d 11 Is cptrrtaln | yesterday aftrrnoon with an t ra :sf. J a ' r brother, Mt. Carter, who I t hunt In honor of re Last tdrfet Thomas Browa ctsa es of tbr Ht. James Church Twenty j|ls«e« Mitt«iff ,f ' ' fe .............. eight Children were present - —— r- '- — « ■ AAA Mr. and Mrs C. U fcclmundson. for- merly Hope street, who luive 1 for the past • wo montl lo return next week t visited Rnshtort. Minn., afld Ktireka. Mont A A t Mr R K Fell aiul Helen, wlm have bee whiter at 'he Crest A gone 10 Coronado. � h to 'pend a month A A t Miss B M McLaughll visiting her brother Mr at the Fulton Apartm Seventh street, for the leave for her home in P A A f Miss Louis Wilbur � t spent the week-end mother. Mr� A It . -Fuller-Golden Apartm A A I I. Ilomn ar f o Hot l and A A I l-Partu ,E Fron Ml««es Miriju.-ioy.s • � • llarel M ver� .f -'«•« ♦ alt m nvei V y . guest. Mi� � Haael Mead. ha e bemripcod- U Bdmundson for- s„t. M ,.r ...„,„ge at Uet- merly of 2 63 at Be� . I, moved to a house they h«v taken at 14f 7 Vgat Forty-eighth street AAA Come here From East for Famifu Reunion VJR. AND MBS OSCAR KROKSING 1 and Uttlo daughter arrived from Milwaukee yesterday afternoon • •' ' Nataf Dau6 of Two Observed at Dinner VT It AND MRS. WALTER J O'BRIEN 1 of 1657 'Vest Twenty fourth street entertained with a dinner Sunday to eele will be the' gii'-sts of Mr Kromnir � | brate the birthdays of Mrs J. L Kiigor father. Mr. Charles Kroealng. «.t the . and Mr William J mi.’ Fthe, llermoaa Apartment . «1 Blxd .«re t. Among thequests ware the Mlsaes Dl l until the arrival .,f other relstlTw from En . r and Esther Hill «.to with M . the Eaat. who plan u family reunion t Koanr will spendI the aammer at 11 heye. Among members o. the family . M. afr! Mr O Briep are residents of Ht. BoW 1« mm� . MIS� Bert'.ul l,.«U who ! ••• f. :lj� a T wai v street retur ro yesterdsy. Anting her siut r. .A’atte. for the 1 U walte a Sunday Sr of Sagu A A t 1 Mrs. L. r Collette homo at UM Albany after n two weeks' v� t Hot Springs . A A l Mr. and Mrs. Kenne tertained with a dinner at their home. 130« Glendale. The guests Mrs John W Powell Harry MacDougall. Mr W Powell and Mrs. . A A Fifty person were | night at a Imnquet girt Evans at her home. 3711 In honor of her hush brother. John Evans. It celebration of their i« auulversary Following program of music and A A • «- and .Mr- � • 1'a.jfe Fifty-five THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER SOCIETY Annual Junior Prom The most brilliant social event ever recorded in the annals of P. H. S. was the Junior Prom, given the ninth of June, 1916, to the graduating class. The gymnasium presented a scene of wondrous beauty with its artistic decorating in red and white. Dainty refreshments were served in the upper hall, where Senior colors were also carried out. Goodnight Dear ’ came near break o’ day, and so ended our never-to-be forgotten Prom. Stunt Party P. H. S. s society whirl opened the fifteenth of September with a gay stunt party given by the girls of the upper classes in honor of the freshmen girls. The stunts were clever and original, and took place with the auditorium shades drawn as a screen from masculine eyes. Each girl presented her freshie friend with an appropriate gift. Danc- ing and Mellin’s Food until an early hour, when we escorted our wee guests home. It is sincerely hoped that this Freshmen Initiation party, inaugurated by the Senior girls of ’ I 7 will become an annual custom of P. H. S. Winslow Party On Saturday evening, the twenty-first of October, the Winslow football team was entertained by the students of P. H. S. A most enjoyable evening was spent dancing to the strains of Pretty Baby, etc. That the Winslow boys enjoyed our hospitality was evidenced by the fact that they remained in Prescott until the following day. Dance for Tempe An informal dance was tendered the Tempe football team on Monday, Novem- ber 6. We closed the football season with a victory and celebrated with a jolly good time m honor of our opponents. Senior Jitney Jolt A large and enthusiastic crowd attended the “Jitney” Dance given by the Class of '17. The hall was prettily decorated and with the aid of “Ye Old Candie Shoppe” and “Ye Newe Punch Board” quite a sum for the class treasury was realized. The Jitney Struggle was a new innovation for P. H. S. and its reception showed it to be in favor. The Leap Year dances especially made a hit with the boys. La Esfinge Tertulia 1 he members of the Spanish Club entertained their friends the twenty-fourth of November with a truly Spanish party. Much merriment was caused by the clever Page Fifty-six THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER games played in Spanish. The refreshments were such as might be found in Senora Villa’s kitchen and it almost became necessary to call out the fire department so great were the guests’ desires for water. However, everyone enjoyed the hot refreshments as well as the hot time. Sophomore Masquerade A masquerade dance given by the Sophomore class was one of the social successes of the year. Costumes of all descriptions were there from Cupid to Cowpuncher and even Old Nick himself. Fun waxed fast and furious and many were the surprises when the unmasking occurred. I. O. B. O. Hop December 26, 1916. Who will ever forget the date? The second annual ball given by the mystic I. O. B. O.’s at the Monday Club was, as all their affairs, a de- lightful success. A color scheme in red and white was carried out, and the dainty pro- grams only added to the curiosity of our “gent’emen friends.” The evening closed with a candle-lighted banquet at the “Owl,” where many toasts were drunk to the I. O. B. O.’s. Alumni Ball By far the most enjoyable affair of the year was the Alumni Ball given to the High School students, Christmas week. A gay crowd in holiday spirits filled the auditor- ium and old-time acquaintances met once more. Delightful punch was served through- out the evening, and old and young indulged in “tripping the light fantastic toe.” P. H. S. Carnival, January 27 Snake charmer, cannibals, fat lady, living skeleton and the Wild Man from Borneo. They were all there. Where? Why, at the mammoth High School Carnival, the twenty-seventh of January. There was a baby show with cooing (?), dimpling young- sters; a minstrel show with much noise, and “Uncle Tom’s Cabin with the flirtatious chorus beauties. The band from Pumpkin Center furnished “raggy music for the bene- fit of those who cared to dance. A popular girl contest aroused much interest as did also the “Personal Use” booth. All present, especially the students, greatly enjoyed “swatting” the faculty babies. A cabaret (all the high kickers were there, too) called forth much applause. The people of Prescott supported this Carnival with their cus- tomary loyalty and the P. H. S. Athletic Association was once more freed from debt. U. of A. Dance After the basketball game with the University of Arizona, the team was given a dance by the Prescott boys at the Monday Club. The dance was both impromptu and informal, but a decided success. I‘atfe Fifty-seven THE 1917 HASSAYAMFER Freshie Frivolities The Freshmen made their debut and proved themselves royal entertainers on the sixteenth of February, when they had as their guests the High School students at an in- formal dance. 1 he music was exceptionally good and every one had a jolly time. Many hearts were lost or stolen, but, after a few admonishments concerning the decorations were delivered by the Hon. Thomas G. Blue, the hearts were returned. Senior Banquet Celebrating our numerous victories, and the awarding of the beautiful trophy cups, the Senior Class held a banquet in the Manual Arts building, which was, as the boys said, a real feed. Clever little basketballs marked the places, and dainty favors were in the class colors of orange and black. Speeches and many toasts were enjoyed, after which an informal reception was held in the kitchen. The Seniors had as their guests, Mr. and Mrs. Baker, Miss Somers, Miss Herdrich, Miss Adams, Mr. Blue and “Hoogie.” Fifty-eight THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER K« Fifty-nine P YifTSTirrfrli THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER LA ESFINGE This year marked the beginning of a new student activity, the Spanish Club, con- sisting of all members of the Senior Spanish Class. The purpose of this organization was to lend new interest to the Spanish work and also to have a good time. We met the first of the school year and elected Bertha Kayser, president; Roy Strigel, vice pres- ident, and Mary Cromwell, secretary and treasurer. The most important event since our organization was our Spanish Play. That we proved excellent (?) actors, as well as distinguished linguists (a mouthful!) may be found by inquiring of any of the fortunate (?) audience. THE MOGULS Mo. to—efficiency—Efficiency—EFFICIENCY. Colors—Black, Scarlet and Steel Gray. About six years ago, a Commercial English Class was instituted in Prescott High School. The class was little known, tho long remembered, until the present one came together last September, when thru the efforts of the new teacher the class was organ- ized into the Moguls. T he name was chosen because the Mogul engine represents very largely the idea of the organization: To start slowly; to be sure you’re right; then go ahead with every effort possible, and so it has gone ahead. Thru its efforts, interest in debating was aroused in the High School; debates being held nearly every Friday, and some very practical good gained from the work. A short time was allowed every day for the work of the organization, and there was always plenty to do. Near the end of the first semester Miss Moore was forced to return to her home, and the various members, appreciating the good that had been done us, were of one mind, and a loving cup was presented to her shortly before her departure. At the beginning of the second semester new officers were elected as the consti- tution provides, consisting of George Hill, president; Louis Bunte, vice-president; Mary Ruth Payne, secretary and treasurer. i. O. B. O. (Senior Girls) Ola Henry...................................................President Blanche Foster.........................................Vice-President CATHERINE flERNAN............................Secretary and Treasurer Flower Daffodil Colors Red and White Yes, here we are again this year, the I. O. B. O.’s, but with more members than ever before. The only reason for our organization is the pursuit of pleasure. We are the social butterflies and keep up the social activities of P. H. S. Altho we do not will our social accomplishments and worthy (?) club to any of the lower classmen. 1’age Sixty THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER we hope that they will follow in our footsteps and organize a club of their own, in future generations. Let us also hope they will have “Originality” for their slogan as we have done. Our Leap Year party was THE event of this year. This festivity will long be remembered by those who attended, as well as all the other parties, picnics and meetings. Who are we, and what are our chief duties in this noble club? You will soon fee! There’s Annie to keep our name and fame in sports, as she is the star basketball player of P. H. S. Then Bertha—yes, Bertha, she is the flirt and she needs no les- sons in this, for she surely knows how to do it. Next comes Blanche, the chief chauf- feur, along with Helen Keffer, the mastei mechanic. How could we travel along the road to happiness without them! “Casey” (“Hurray for the Irish”), is the chief little funmaker of the tribe. Next in line comes Catherine T., our business (?) manager and tax collector. There is Grace, so pretty and neat, not mentioning how popular; Gertrude following close at her heels to see that no man’s heart she steals. Helena so steadfast and demure, never says a word, to be sure. Helen Hobbs beauty has almost taken her from our ranks, so now we have Rachel to loosen her heart strings from anv unworthy one. Ruth is our spokesman-lady, and well she can speak. Then there is Mary, altho her head is light there is lots in it. And last, but not least (in size), there’s Ola, who keeps the whole shooting match in order. So here’s to the I. O. B. O.’s One and all, May they always aim high And never fall. THE GIRLS' GLEE CLUB Prescott High School has not lacked music since the Girls’ Glee Club came into existence. We are a happy crowd of thirty-five popular members, led by Kathryn Crawford as president. Following in her footprints are Laura Curtis, vice-president; Annie Aiken, secretary and treasurer, and the other thirty-two no less important people. Although we do not live up to our motto while singing, being usually flat and never natural, we are a happy, hopeful, high-standing, hilarious bundle of sweetness. THE ALUMNI ASSOCIATION Albert (“Bumps ) Crawford.............................President Mason L. Paine.........................................Vice-President Nellie Marshal....................................Secretary-Treasurer We are proud of our Alumni. A large majority of Prescott High School s grad- uates have sought higher education. Several years ago the Alumni Association was organized. It s purpose is to bring the Alumni in closer relations with their Alma Mater. It is to be sincerely hoped that in future years the graduates will keep in close touch with the school and its ac- tivities. I'age Sixty-one THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER WhEnYoU AhDlWEGErYoUNG, MaQGIEt A TH C5 Grodc? axk 3b- - Ba 11 Tc?o m • • eyero a-tfempf d ?5critx? +hy Jce ne — wordy a� U%S • M A On 4h o e IrrgMh Or-ad e F,cnic Page Sixty two THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER OUR ALUMNI Class of 1905 Occupation Location Alice Adams, University of Michigan..........Teacher.....................Prescott, Ariz. Mamie Davis (Brown)......................................................Prescott, Ariz. MINNIE Davis (Long)...........................Physician...............Los Angeles, Cal. Annie Meyers (Creekmur)...............................................San Diego. Cal. Class of 906 Raymond Belcher, Stanford....................Clerk of Bd. of Superv. . .Prescott, Ariz. NEIL Clark, Northwestern University..........Attorney.................Prescott, Ariz. Harold Elliott, University of Michigan. . .A. C. Copper Co.............Clifton, Ariz. Harriet Garnet ..................................................................... ELEANOR Sloan, Vassar..................................................Phoenix, Ariz. Class of 1907 Orange McNeil.............................................................Boulder, Colo. Grace Shank .................................................................... ORPHA HaisLEY (Green)............................................San Antonio, Tex. Ruby Loy (Jonquin)........................................................Phoenix, Ariz. Class of 1908 Philip Beach.................... Jimmie Daggs .................... Dorothy Drake, Wellesley........ Louise Draper (Curtain)......... Mary Frank Gardner, Wellesley Edith Gatfield, Oberlin......... Warren Meyers.................... Lemare Wilder .................. Palo Alto, Cal. Teacher.....................Prescott, Ariz. .....................San Bernardino, Cal. Teacher.....................Prescott, Ariz. P.G. Oberlin.................Oberlin, Ohio ...........................Clarkdale, Ariz. Class of 1909 Christopher Davis, Stanford.............................. Charles Foster........................................... Gail Gardner, Dartmouth....................Cattleman. . . David Ling, University of S. California....Attorney...... RlCHARD Merritt, University of Arizona. . .Civil Engineer Lucile Morrison (Taylor), Tempe Norm’l................... Davis Ross.................................Journalist.... Class of 1910 Jean Eads ............................................... Roy Elliott, University of Michigan...................... No Information. . Palo Alto. Cal. Philippine Islands . . Prescott, Ariz. . . .Clifton, Ariz. . . Prescott, Ariz. . . . Pineville, Mo. . . Phoenix, Ariz. Ann Arbor, Mich. Tagc Sixty-three THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Class of 1910—Continued Occupation Location Perry Ling, University of S. California. . . . .Attorney Herbert Aylworth, University of Ariz. . Electrical Engineer. Stanley Payne Scientific Parmer. . . Bruce Piper, Stanford Civil Engineer Prescott, Ariz. Mildred Sprague, Los Angeles Normal. . . . I eacher . . Los Angeles, Cal. Mae Zeigler . . Los Angeles, Cal. Florence Herndon (Russell) Class of 1911 Douglas Aitken .Civil Service Rowena Deming . Teacher Harold F. Elliott .Civil Service .... Palo Alto, Cal. RUTH HaISLEY, I empe Normal . Los Angeles, Cal. Carrie Heisler (Tipton) . . Ocean Park, Cal. Frances Hertzler Irene Hesla (Eisner) . Los Angeles, Cal. Susie Mahoney (Crose) Prescott, Ariz. Glae Paul, Stanford University Thomas Ross, Annapolis Midshipman EwiNG Iribby, University S. California. . . . . Los Angeles, Cal. Blanche Wallingford (Bitticks) . Tyrone, New Mcx. Ernestine Lund, Tempe Normal .Teacher Class of 1912 Ralph Bell .Scientific Farmer. . .Camp Verde, Ariz. Henry Brinkmeyer, Stanford University. . .Civil Engineer Gladys Hathaway, University S. California P. G. Los A. Normal. Los Angeles, Cal. Fern Harbison (Reid) .Camp Verde, Ariz. William Jacobson, Univ. of California. . WlLHELMINA King, University of California. . Teacher Marvin Piper . Cattleman Marguerite Stephens (Laing) T. Norm’l Lorion Reif .With A. T. S. F . . Los Angeles, Cal. Class of 1913 Donald Burmister .Cattle Raiser . Near Needles, Cal. Albert Crawford, University of Arizona. Mariam Doudna .Nurse Columbia Hosp. Washington D. C. James Farley .Assistant Clerk of Court. .Prescott, Ariz. Grace Gillespie, Terre Haute Normal. . . .Teacher Near Prescott, Ariz. Harold Howard William Lloyd, Harvard . .Cambridge, Mass. George Merritt . With “B-B” Co No Information. • Page Sixty-four THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Class of 1913—Continued Charles McLane........................ Peter McNulty, Santa Clara University Roy Richards, Stanford University..... Ina RlEBELING, Miss Barnard’s School. . . Mabel Stephens, Tempe Normal.......... Andy Troutz........................... Edward Zeigler, University of Arizona. Occupation Location With Journal Miner.....Prescott, Ariz. .........................Santa Clara, Cal. ..........................Palo Alto, Cal. Private Kindergartner.........Tucson, Ariz. Teacher..............Near Prescott, Ariz. .............................Phoenix, Ariz. ............................Tucson, Ariz. Class of 1914 Kenneth AlTKEN, Holman Bus. College. Andrew Baldwin...................... Clarence Burmister.................. Marcella Brinkmeyer, Univ. of Calif. . Alma Cousins........................ Grace Cousins....................... Homer Clark, University of New Mexico. MlLEY Deming, University of Arizona. . . . Olive Haisley....................... Dav id Levy, Stanford University.... Ernest Love, Stanford University.... Marguerite Levy, Oberlin............ Nellie Marshall, Lamson’s Bus. College Howard Morrow, University of New Mex Annie Wallingford, Univ. of California ........................Los Angeles, Cal. With J. V. Baldwin .. Los Angeles, Cal. Cattle Raiser..........Near Needles, Cal. ...........................Berkeley, Cal. Nurse......................Detroit, Mich. With Yavapai Magazine. .Prescott, Ariz. ........................Albuquerque, N. M. ...........................Tucson, Ariz. .Teacher Calisthenics. .San Antonio, Tex. ...........................Palo Alto, Cal. ...........................Palo Alto, Cal. Private Kindergartner........Tucson, Ariz. Stenographer.....................Prescott, Ariz. ........................Albuquerque, N. M ...........................Berkeley, Cal. Class of 1915 Donald Bell................... Paul Ketcherside.............. Thomas Marks.................. Oliver Nelson................. Anna Lou Richards............. Mary Richards................. Class of 1916 Hazel Allan................... Joe Andres.................... Lila Campbell, 1 empe Normal Harvey Carter................. Mary Farley, 1 empe Normal. . . Jennie Healey, Flagstaff Normal Mary King..................... Helen Lamb (George)........... No Information. Apiarist.............Camp Verde, Ariz. With Espee R. R....................Yuma, Ariz. .....................San Francisco, Cal. U. S. Private......................Naco, Ariz. Bookkeeper.....................Prescott, Ariz. Stenographer...................Prescott, Ariz. .....................Near Prescott, Ariz. Bank Clerk......................Prescott, Ariz. .............................Tempe, Ariz. (At Home).......................Prescott, Ariz. .............................Tempe, Ariz. .........................Flagstaff, Ariz. Ass’t Kindergartner.......Prescott, Ariz. ...........................Winslow, Ariz. fage Sixty-five T HR 1917 HASSAYAMPER Class of 1916—Continued Millie Marks........................ Margaret McGrew, Flagstaff Normal Melita Meade (Merritt).............. Eleanor Meade, University of Arizona Thelma Milnes, ..................... Mason Paine, University of Arizona. . Minnie Piper, University of California. Charles Reberger.................... Helen RiEBELING, Tempe Normal. . . JOHN Robinson, Stanford University.. Edwin Sines, University of Arizona. . . . James Smith......................... Lee Thompson, University of Kansas. . Muriel Tucker (McKinley)............ Lonelva Stewart..................... Maud Woodard........................ Kong Yee, University of Arizona..... Occupation Location ...........................Prescott, Ariz. ..........................Flagstaff, Ariz. ...........................Prescott, Ariz. .............................Tucson, Ariz. Attending School.......Los Angeles, Cal. ..........................Tucson, Ariz. ..........................Berkeley, Cal. Albert Hatz’s Mch. Shop. Prescott, Ariz. ..............................Tempe, Ariz. ..........................Palo Alto, Cal. .............................Tucson, Ariz. S. F. P. P. R. R......Prescott, Ariz. ....................Near Prescott, Ariz. ...........................Prescott, Ariz. P. G. Long Bch. H. S.Long Beach, Cal. ..............................Tucson, Ariz. Pase-Sixty-six THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER boys’ INTER-CLASS CUP NORTHERN ARIZONA GIRLS’ GIRLS’ CHAMPIONSHIP INTER-CLASS mm x thletics I’age Sixty-seven THE 1917 H A S S A Y A M P E R WE ARE DEEPLY INDEBTED TO “DOC” H. L SCHORNICK FOR HIS ACTIVE INTEREST IN PRESCOTT HIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS Page Sixty-eigl t THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER IliStitiStitiSyuSti Football THE ! 9 I 7 H A S S A Y A M P E R rage Seventy THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER FOOTBALL THE SQUAD Ed. Cain, Captain..............L. E. Ed. Sweeney.....................R. E. Frank Cain.....................F. B. Frank Ryan......................R. G. Vic McGrew.....................R E. Meyer Emerson....................R. T. John McKee.....................L. FI. John Morrison......................Q. B. Fay Davidson...................L. G. George Gerson......................R. T. Ray Sines......................L. T. Ed. Theobald.......................Q. B. Art. Morrow....................L. G. Robert Flinn.......................Q. B. Carlton Brannen...................C. Ralph Thomas...................R. H. Clyde Deming...................F. B. Fred McKinley...................R- H. W. O. Hoogestraat...........Coach THE TEAM Although the team this year was very much lighter and made up of nearly all new material, they played as well as any team of their weight could be expected to play. The teams that defeated Prescott were all heavier and more experienced and we feel that we played the game regardless of the score. After the first game with Winslow, the team improved a hundred per cent. Our team this year averaged I 34 pounds. P. H. S. vs. WINSLOW Friday afternoon, October 13, 1916, the P. H. S. football team left for 3Vin- slow and Flagstag. On the way up, Ed. Cain was elected Captain. We played Win- slow Saturday afternoon and were defeated 34 to 0 by a more experienced and heavier team. Winslow had a better team this year than ever before. P. H. S. vs. FLAGSTAFF On the following Monday we met Flagstaff and put up a better fight, but were again defeated, 32 to 3. This score was very good considering that Flagstaff beat Winslow and that our team had played a hard game two days before. P. H. S. vs. WINSLOW Saturday morning, October 21, we met Winslow on our field and put up a real fight, and a fine exhibition of football. Winslow had to fight harder for their points which were not so many as before. The score at the end of the game was I 2 to 0 in favor of Winslow. P. H. S. vs. TEMPE NORMAL The best game of the season was played with Tempe on our field Monday after- noon, November 3. Both teams were evenly matched; Prescott had the science and Tempe had the weight. It was the closest and best game played here in several years. This was the last game for the season and ended with a victory for P. H. S. I he score was, Prescott 3, Tempe 0. Page Seventy-one THE 1917 H A S S A Y A M P E R Football Letter Men Brannen E. Cam F. Cain Davidson Deming Emerson Flinn Gerson McKinley Sines Sweeney l ago Seventy-two THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Basketball Pago Seventy-three THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER BOYS’ BASKETBALL THE SQUAD “Dude” Born, Captain... Ray. Sines Ed. Sweeney “Pat Ryan Jack Morrison Jack Hazeltine Ed. Theobald Carlton Brannen “Vic” McGrew W. O. Hoogestraat The basketball season this year was the most comprehensive of any in the history of P. H. S. Five games were played with outside teams, which was more than all previous games put together. Although it was not what might be termed a complete success, it nevertheless rejected honor on our school for we were always good sports. Our team played real basketball and the team work was too deep for our oppon- ents. We claim the distinction of having the cleanest team in the state. We feel that we played basketball and really deserved the points we made, even though they were less than those made by the team which used unnecessary roughness against our skill and clean playing. Our inability to score a high percentage of free goals lost at least one game for us. It is difficult to tell the good points of each individual player for they were all good and it takes five players to play the game. However, we were fortunate in having Sines, a six-foot center, who was, as a Williams rooter described him, “a tremendous obstacle” to our opponents. It was a sure goal when Sweeney got the ball. Morrison, although this was his first experi- ence in basketball, was everywhere at the same time. Ryan, a last year s forward, like limburger, improved with age and shone as a guard. Hazeltine made one of the best safety guards ever seen on a Prescott court. Theobald was always there with the team work. McGrew seemed to control his long shots by wireless. Born, the captain, al- though playing guard, was as good an all-around man as might be found in seven states. The Games P. H. S. vs. WINSLOW We met the Winslow High School Team on our court January 13th. We were defeated, but the score of 31 to 29 will testify that it was a good game. There were eighteen fouls called on our opponents to three called on us. A little better luck on free throws would have given us the game. P. H. S. vs. UNIVERSITY OF ARIZONA On their way to New Mexico, the University of Arizona Team stopped at Pres- cott for a little practice. The Prescott people took great pleasure in watching them play circles around us. 1 hey were all big fellows and certainly knew the game. It was a great temptation for our players to stand still and watch the U. of A. boys throw Page Seventy-five THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER those long shots through the basket without touching the ring. They were the best sports and cleanest players we have ever met. The score at the end of forty minutes of hard playing for the Hizh School Team was 68 to 36 in favor of the University. P. H. S. vs. WILLIAMS On February 9, the basketball team went north to clean up (?) on Williams and Winslow, playing Williams February 9 and Winslow February 10. At Williams we changed our mind and let them do the cleaning. We were not onto their low ceiling and small court. Score, Williams 31, Prescott 26. P. H. S. vs. WINSLOW At Winslow we played the fastest and best game Winslow has ever seen, accord- ing to reports made by Winslow rooters. Score, Winslow 33, Prescott 28. P. H. S. vs. WILLIAMS On X' ashington s birthday, Williams played their return game on our court. It seems that Pate controls our victories as we ended both football and basketball seasons with a victory. This was our last basketball game and we simply played circles around our opponents. We ended the game with a score of 36 to 12 in our favor. Basketball Letter Men Born ’17 Hazeltine Morrison Ryan ’17 Theobald Sweeney Sines Page Seventy-six THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Girls’ Basketball I’asre Seventy-seven THE 1917 H ASSA TAMPER GIRLS’ BASKETBALL THE SQUAD Helen Hobbs, Captain.......................................Guard Ruth Merwin................................................Guard Annie Aiken..............................................Forward Inez Poe.................................................Forward Helen Kuhne...............................................Center Laura Curtis.........................................Back-Center Ruth Roper...........................................Sub. Center THE TEAM Our team this year was one of which any High School might well be proud. Proud of the record it made, and proud of the cleanness and good sportsmanship of the individ- ual players. Helen Hobbs (Captain) and Ruth Merwin, star guards, were able de- fenders of the Blue and Gold in their positions. Helen Kuhne, Laura Curtis and Ruth Roper made center what it should be. Inez Poe, although in her first year, was an excellent forward, and Annie Aiken, our old stand-by, the best forward in Arizona, with her cool-headed playing scored a large percentage of Prescott’s points. P. H. S. vs. FLAGSTAFF Our first game was played at Flagstaff on October 23, 1916. Our girls were in good condition, but on arriving at Flagstaff it was found that their court was in very poor shape. The altitude, being so much higher than Prescott’s, lessened our en- durance, but we managed to show Flagstaff, in spite of this, that not only could we play real basketball, but that we were good sports in the face of defeat. As they boasted of having the best team in the United States, we were not at all discouraged by the score of 22 to 13 in their favor. P. H. S. vs. FLAGSTAFF I he second game was played on our court, November II, 1916. The Flagstaff girls were in fine trim and it was a fight from start to finish. The saying, Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad,” was well exemplified in this game, for against such strong opposition the Flagstaff girls, and also the coach lost their tempers, and this hastened the inevitable end. Our team won by a score of 16 to 15, thereby entitling it to the State Championship. Seventy-nine THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Letter-Winning Girls Annie Aiken............................................. '16, '17 Laura Curtis............................................ ’16, ’17 Helen Hobbs............................................. '16, ’17 Ruth Merwin............................................. ’16, ’17 Inez Poe................................................. ‘17 Ruth Roper............................................... ’17 Page Eighty THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER MUMiMiMlS Inter-Class Basketball n:l! 3MMHS 1‘Mjrt Eighty-one THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER l age Kighty two THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER INTERCLASS BASKETBALL THE WINNING TEAMS Senior Girls Annie Aiken, Captain...........Forward Blanche Foster.................Forward Ruth Merwin.....................Center Ola Henry....................R. Center Helen Hobbs......................Guard Casey Crawford, Bus. Mgr.. . .Guard Rachel Redden.....................Sub. Grace Baldwin.....................Sub. Senior Boys Pat” Ryan.......................Forward “Crappy” Theobald................Forward “Dude” Born, Captain..............Center Jack Hazeltine.....................Guard “Mr.” Davidson.....................Guard “Doc” Striegel......................Sub. Shorty Gerson.......Business Manager Last year the faculty instituted the interclass games. Two cups were purchased by the School Athletic Association, one for the girls and one for the boys. As a result, a lively contest followed, the Senior boys and the Junior girls winning the cups. 1 his year we had another lively contest. That of the girls was mainly between the Senior and Sophomore classes for the reason that the Freshmen team was too small to accomplish much. However, they were willing workers and doubtless will prove valuable to the school team in the future. The Juniors did not have a team this year, owing to lack of energy. It is a well known fact that the Sophomores’ bigness of head and feet were to be considered, and it was only by skill and superior basketball playing that the Senior girls won the silver cup for the second time without losing their accus- tomed dignity and unequaled good sportsmanship. I he boys’ contest, like the girls’, was between the Sophomores and the Seniors. I he Juniors had the material, but did not seem to care enough about development and were only seen on the court when they were in a game. The Freshmen team was made up of small inexperienced players, who, although they lost every game, took their medi- cine like sports and showed good spirit. The real games were between the Sophomores and Seniors as might be expected, since the Varsity Squad which went on the trip north was made up of four Sophomores and four Seniors. In the final game, the Seniors’ four years of hard work, experience, team work and cool heads easily won the game. I'Hife Kightv-three THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER TRACK After years of lethargy, track in Prescott has revived. Although now on a lim- ited scale, it is the beginning of what will probably be in the near future one of P. H. S.’s leading athletic activities. Interclass Track Meet April 7, 1917, an inter-class meet was held. The meet was practically between the Juniors and the Sophomores, the Seniors entered for the sake of the class reputa- tion. The Freshmen showed good form, and it is certain that they will be heard from again next year. Although none of the results broke any of the World’s records, there is plenty of good material and, with more practice, we will probably have a team worthy of the name. RESULTS OF THE MEET 1 00-Yard Dash—F. Cain, E. Cain, E. Sweeney. Time, I 0 3-5 seconds. %-Mile Run—Davidson, C. Cowart, Briggeman. Time, 4:18. Shotput—F. Bowers, R. Sines, E. Sweeney. Distance, 33 feet, 7 inches. High Hurdles-—F. Cain, Ed. Sweeney, K. Walker. Time, 20 4-5 seconds. Pole Vault—McCash, Leo Stack, G. Hill. Height, 7 feet, 8 inches. 440-Yard Run—F. Cain, C. Cowert, J. Morrison. Time, 68 4-5 seconds. Discus—F. Bowers, E. Sweeney, G. Gerson. Distance, 80 feet. Half-Mile—Davidson, Briggeman, Stack. Time, 2 minutes, 44 seconds. Low Hurdler—E. Cain, E. Sweeney, R. Ryan. Time, 34 2-5 seconds. Broad Jump)—Ed. Cain, R. Sines, G. Hill. Distance, 15 feet, 5 inches. 220-Yard Dash—R. Sines, F. Cain, Ed. Cain, lime, 28 2-5 seconds. High Jump—R. Sines, G. Hill, C. Cowart. 4 feet, 5 inches. Relay—Junior Class Team (Hill, Ed. Cam, Born, F. Cain). TOTAL POINTS Seniors........................................................... II Juniors........................................................... 56 Sophomores........................................................ 39 Freshmen........................................................... 7 The prize for the winning class in this Meet is a beautiful Trophy Cup, presented by the Bashford-Burmister Co. Page Kighty-four THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER UNIVERSITY WEEK For several years the University of Arizona has held meets on its campus at Tucson during Spring Vacation. Contestants enter from all parts of the state in both Athletic and Educational contests. Before this Prescott has not entered, but this year, although it was our first attempt, we made a creditable showing against experienced opponents and won first in the Physics experiment contest. We did not enter anyone in Athletics, but our hopes are high for next year, as we have some good material. LIST OF CONTESTANTS Charles Born.......................................Physics Ruth Merwin, Mary Cromwell.........................English Dorothy Crum, George Hill......Bookkeeping and Stenography Page Kighty-ttve THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER AUTOGRAPHS Page Eighty-six THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER JOKES LAUGH AND THE WORLD LAUGHS WITH YOU. KNOCK AND YOU KNOCK ALONE; IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE JOKES YOU FIND HERE, GET SOME CHESTNUTS OF YOUR OWN. Mr. Blue (after first chemistry test) : “Quite a few of you got the wrong symbol for water, you put O-H. But maybe that’s the way you felt.” Florence E. (in Span. I) : “Pague tres pesos por un caballo” (translating) I paid three dollars for a man.” Miss Herdrich (in English IV) : “What does argumentation show? Ed Theobald: “Brains.” M iss Douglas: “Fay, your answers arc about as clear as mud. Fay: “Well, that covers the ground, doesn’t it?” George Gerson: “Mr. Blue, I hate to leave school: I’m indebted to you for all I know.” Mr. Blue: “I hate to see you leave, George, but don’t mention the other—it’s a mere trifle. PHYSICAL DECLINE? We lost our Hart and now are Blue. Bob Born: “They say that Saturn has eight moons. Zeb: “Gee! some great place for hammocks. Hoogie (looking at clock in geometry room, which has stopped) : “O hum—ten minutes to six. That gives ten minutes more to sleep, er—um—er, oh—that is, take the next proposition. Mr. Blue (in chemistry) : “Lincoln, hold this test tube, but don’t inhale the sulphur fumes. Lincoln: “Why?” Mr. Blue: “Because they kill microbes. Page. Kitfhty-seven THE 1917 HASSAYAMPER Walter Zimmerman (coming up to Mary Cromwell at a dance) : May I sit down beside you? Mary C.: “Yes, you’re too green to burn.” Miss Herderich (to Sophs) : “How many of you have ever been in a pie-eating contest?” Earl: I have. Miss H.: “How did you come out?” Earl: “With a dirty face.” Mr. Hoogestraat (in Algebra) : “And now we get x = 0. Bud Sweeney: “Gee! all that work for nothing.” Bertha: “Ah—men.” Bachelor: “Alas.” Miss Adams (on Senior picnic) : “Now, Bob, get the Dutch Cleanser and wash the coffee pot.” Bob: “All right, Theobald, come right along.” Miss Moore: I know a man who is forty years old, and still writes poetry to his wife. Mr. Blue (busily) : “Must be a traveling man and doesn’t know her.” Mr. Hoogestraat (explaining geometry) : Now watch this board and I will run through it for you.” Gladys R.: “I never heard of such a thing, that girl borrowed my powder puff. Mary: “Oh, well, lots of girls do that.” Gladys (angrily): “I don’t care, I don’t think it right; she used it to clean her white shoes with.” 1'hey rang for an ambulance and cleaned up the padded cell the other day when they found Pat Ryan looking up Spanish words in an English-French dictionary. Ruth Merwin (after having her engagement announced in the Gazette) : “Oh, well, it s nearly the truth—the only thing is, he hasn’t asked me yet. Miss Dillingham (to Spanish Play cast) : “Now Thursday we’ll have a dress rehearsal. Please everybody come with all your clothes. • AT BASKETBALL GAME Mr. Baker: “What’s the score? Sweeney: “Four to 4.” Mr. Baker: “Hum! which side’s ahead? Bertha’s skirts are certainly witty.” How’s that?” “Well, Shakespeare said, ‘Brevity is the soul of wit.’ Huge Eighty eight ! Advertisements I Page Eighty-nine ‘ Nothing Succeeds Like Success” AND A SUCCESSFUL APPEARANCE IS THE INITIAL STEP IN ITS ACHIEVEMENT. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO IN- SPECT OUR SPRING STYLES FOR YOUNG MEN. Oscar W. Bruchman THE CASH CLOTHIER HEAD BLOCK PRESCOTT. ARIZONA Ed Theobald: “Faith in oneself will remove mountains of difficulty.” J. I. Gardner Dealer in GENERAI. MERCHANDISE DRY GOODS. ETC. Sole Agent for Queen Quality Shoes Patre Ninety R. N. VYN'E H. J. SMITH G. O. VYNE Vyne Bros. Electric Co. ELECTRICAL CONTRACT )KS EVERYTH I NO ELECTRICA L Lamps, Motors, Fixtures, Wiring Supi)lies, Auto Electric Supplies Telephone -100 Reif Building. Opp. Postoffice Prescott, Arizona M. F. KUHNE F. KUHNE Kuhne Brothers Plumbing and Heating Contractors SATISFACTION GUARANTEEI GIVE US A TRIAL Office Phone Black 77 Residence Phone Blue 233 HEINE BUILDING Pttjrr Ninety-one Forward! March!! We cordially and sincerely extend to each and every stu- dent of Prescott High School our best wishes for health and happiness, also success and promotion in every phase of the world’s duties and work you may select for the future. Most sincerely, THE BASHFORD-BURMISTER CO. Dealers in Everything Prescott, Arizona. June, 1917 A man is known by the company that keeps him. The Owl Drug and Candy Company I UK REX ALL STORK Drugs and Toilet Articles Kodak Supplies and Developing Ice Cream, Candies, and All Kinds of Fancy Pastry Made Daily HOME COOKED LUNCHES OPEN EVERY NIGHT Telephones—Drug Department 217 Candy Department 114 Page Ninety-two K K K THE DELICIOUS NEW CONFECTION Krisp Kandy Korn MADE BY F. A. MAY, Prescott, Arizona K K K Little drops of learning. Little grains of spunk, Help the mighty Senior Pass without a flunk. Annie Campbell Jones Public Stenographer Telephone 158 Bashford Building Scholey Scholey Cigars Pipes and High tirade Tobacco PC )OL AND BILLIARDS The Juniors had a little lass Whose nose was white as snow. And everywhere that Clara went Her powder puff d:d go. Sweeping Compounds, Liquid Soap. Auto Soap. Disinfectants, Janitors’ and School Supplies, Floor Brushes, Floor Oils. Dusters, Toilet Papers. Onliwon Paper Towels PACIFIC CH KM I CAL CO. 1421 X. MAIN STREET LOS ANGELES, CAL. U. S. A. Richards Brothers Dealers in UROCERIES, FRUITS, PRODUCE, HAY, CRAIN Estimates Furnished for Mine Boarding Houses Phone 59 Office Phone 62 Lawler Block, North Cortez Street Roy StriegeJ (translating Span. IV): The young lady was suffering from infec- tion of the heart. Phone 374 Opposite Postoffice QUALITY KANDY KITCHEN R. H. BICKFORD, Prop. When you buy our products you help build up home industry. The manufacturing costs are spent at home Miss Herdrich: And just then I heard the smell of that bacon burning. Miss Adams: “Quit quibbling, Earl; who was King Henry VIII? Answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Prescott Transfer Co. Y. A. CLINE. Prop. Agents for American Block Coal Phone 25 Office in Bashford Building Rage Ninety-four Robert E. Morrison LAWYER Bank of Arizona Building Prescott, Arizona Clark Clark LAWYERS Bank of Arizona Building Prescott, Arizona J. William Waara, C. E. U. S. MINERAL SURVEYOR CITY SURVEYOR Bank of Arizona Building Prescott, Arizona O’Sullivan Morgan ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW Bank of Arizona Building Prescott. Arizona Anderson, Coleman Nilsson ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW Prescott State Bank Bldg. Prescott, Arizona Norris Norris ATTORNEYS Prescott State Bank Bldg. Prescott, Arizona l'age Ninety-five Mr. Hoogestraat (during football practice) : “You are all a bunch of dunces; you don t know anything; you don’t want a coach to train you, what you want is an elephant— a jackass. Now, Mr. Wester, see if you can do anything with them.” Miss Moore (to Carey) : “Now, get this into your head and you’ll have the whole thing in a nutshell.” “Courteous we are, and well will we serve thee.” The Bank of Arizona PRESCOTT, ARIZONA The Oldest Batik in Arizona Capital Paid in, $50,000 Surplus, $150,000 Undivided Profits, $35,000 □ E. W. WELLS. President M. B. HAZELTIN'E, Vice-President C. A. PETER, Cashier F. A. HATHAWAY, Asst. Cashier General Banking Business Transacted Safety Deposit Boxes Ray Sines (at Harvey House in Ash Fork. Bouillon is being served in cups): “Waiter, will you please bring us some cream and sugar for our tea.” Just then the waiter fainted and the lights turned green. There was a young chemistry tough. While mixing some confounded stuff. Touched a match to the vial. And after a while We found his front teeth and a cuff. Page Ninety-six OUR PROUDEST DISTINCTION That for twenty-five years we have skillfully and without error occupied the responsible position of DRUGGISTS TO YOUR PARENTS With confidence we look forward to “re-election” by their sons and daughters. BR1SELY DRUG CO., Inc. 4% 4? DO YOUR BANKING With Commercial Trust and Savings Bank —MASONIC TEM PLE— 4« ELKS’ THEATRE The Home of First-Class Pictures—Seven Reels of Select Pictures, Changing Nightly Prices. 15 and 25 Cents—Children. 10 Cents Special Prices for Special Attractions Only Two Shows Nightly, 7:35 and 9:00 GOOD ORCHESTRA COMFORTABLE SEATS Page Ninety-seven STUDEBAKER MAXWELL YAVAPAI GARAGE C. G. RIEBELING. Agent GOODYEAR TIRES ACCESSORIES O. A. HESLA FOR DEPENDABLE JEWELRY STEIN-BLOCH SUITS HAN AN SON SHOES DOUGLAS SHOES STETSON HATS ED. BLOCK, Cash Clothier Quite matchless are her sweet blue iii. She talks with utmost eee. And when I tell her she is yyy. She says I am a ttt. But when her pencil I would uuu. Her little hand I ccc. And from her cheeks the blushes oo oo oo. Her anger to a-ppp. The Northwestern Mutual Life Insurance Company 11. A. DAVIDSON, District Manager Phone 438 I’nge Ninety-eight Little Savings Count Up BOYS AND GIRLS A little money saved systematically has saved many a dark day for thrifty folks and it will do the same for you. The habit grows and a tidy sum accumulates before you know it. Your money earns money as you save here. This bank will pay you V interest, compounded twice a year. All you need to start is $1.00. Yavapai County Savings Bank PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS Exclusive Millinery AGNES B. 'YODD PRESCOTT, ARIZ. Brinkmeyefs Hotel Henry Brinkmeyer, Prop. Centrally Located, Near Plaza MONTEZUMA STREET Good, comfortable rooms ; table is nicely supplied and prices reasonable □ Bakery attached to Hotel PIE. BREAD AND CAKE Delivered to all parts of the city free I'age Ninety-nine ANNUAL MEAN TEMPERATURE 54 7-10 Head Hotel European Plan Eighty Rooms Newly Built and Newly Furnished Steam Heat, Hot and Cold Water in Every Room Twenty Rooms with Private Bath Sample Rooms in Connection Special Rates by the Week or Month Prescott Postoffice in the Hotel Building ALTITUDE 5346 FEET Jack (in Span. IV) : “She was her nephew. Miss Dillingham: “Oh, no, senor, he was her niece.” IF IT COMES FROM Biles-Lockhart’s IT MUST BE GOOD Page One Hundred Prescott Lumber Company O. G. GRIFFIN, Manager WHOLESALE AND RETAIL Courteous Treatment. Fair Prices. Prompt Delivery The University of Arizona College of Letters, Arts and Sciences Including Departments of Law, Education and Music College of Mines and Engineering College of Agriculture □ Fall Term Opens September 14, 1917 □ For Catalog, Book of Views, or Any Specific Information, Address THE PRESIDENT University of Arizona. Tucson. Arizona OUT OF TOWN ANY PLACE TRIPS A SPECIALTY AT ANY TIME RELIABLE AUTO LIVERY TIMER HOFF’S DRUG STORE Phone 188 R. A. Twamley, Prescott. Ariz. Page One Hundred One Heil’s Drug Store Ours is the Prescription Store of Prescott PURI TY—CA R E— I) IS PATCH “The Prescription Store” Opposite Masonic Temple Phone 130 BURST THE BUBBLE” You can help by patronizing our advertisers. O K Store M. REDDEN, Prop. FANCY AND STAPLE GROCERS Hardware, Cooking Utensils, Notions, Fresh Fruits and Vegetables, Tobacco and Cigars Miss Greer (comparing the adjective “sick”) : “Sick, worse, dead.” GARRETT’S BARBER SHOP THE HOME OF THE SCHOOL BOYS Brevity is the Soul of Wit” Model Grocery Store FIRST-CLASS GOODS QUICK SERVICE J. Blumberg, Prop. Phone 28h The White Barber Shop HEAD BLOCK J. K. Sweeney, Prop. A woman frequently knows what she wants, but cannot make up her mind what it is. Page One Hundred Two 1 Geo. C. Ruffner PLAZA STABLES—UP-TO-DATE LIVERY Bus and Baggage W agons To and From All Trains Ambulance Service Phone 11 PLAZA ANNEX GARAGE Absolutely Fireproof. Steam Heat Agents for FIRESTONE TIRES Prescott, Arizona Phone 385 Miss Dillingham (in Span. IV) : Give me the Spanish word for ‘fountain Sefior Ryan. Pat: “El squirto.” Prescott State Bank PRESCOTT, ARIZONA IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIillltllllllllUirillllllMlllllllilllllllllllllHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIilUllllllllllllllllllllMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIMIIIIIIIIIItllllllUIIIIIIIIIIIM Capital.................................................................................................................$ 100,000.00 Surplus and undivided profits............................................................................................................... 200,000.00 Deposits ................................................................................................................................. 2,000,000.00 iiiimHiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiitmiiiiHHHitiiiiiHimMiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiMmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiitiuHiiiiiimiiimiiiiiiiimiMtimiiiiiiMiniimmuiiiniiiiiimnHiMii Strictly a Commercial Bank Your Patronage Solicited R. X. FREDERICKS, President L. C. DERRICK, Cashier Page One Hundred Three We Have a Most Complete Stock of BUILDING MATERIAL Lumber, Lime, Cement, Iron Roofing, Paints and Oils, Glass, Builders' Hardware, Etc. Head Lumber Co. Your trade is appreciated Prescott. Arizona Adam: Say, Eve, was that my suit you threw into the salad?” Mine and Mill Machinery FARM IMPLEMENTS GENERAL SUPPLIES CD Arizona Mine Supply Co. PRESCOTT. ARIZONA While it takes two to make a bargain, only one gets it. Prescott Sanitary Laundry PRODUCES CLASSY SHIRT AND COLLAR WORK FOR STUDENTS Page One Hundred Four Reasons Why You Should Attend Yavapai Business College BECAUSE: It is the only school in the West teaching the world-famed Spen- cerian System of Shorthand—the fastest, the simplest and most legible system of Shorthand in the world. You can graduate from our Shorthand Department with one-twentieth the study required of the old line systems. Piano Touch Typewriting is taught in just twelve lessons. It is the only business college in Arizona equipped with the Electric Dictaphone. It is the only school west of the Mississippi River where you can learn Le Belmont’s Rapid Calculation—the fastest system for hand- ling figures ever known. We conduct a Commercial Teacher’s Normal. Yavapai Business College has a National Reputation. YAVAPAI BUSINESS COLLEGE Prescott—“The Mile High City”—Arizona “THE SCHOOL THAT'S KNOWN EVERYWHERE” Nussbaumer-Myers For Goodyear Shoe Repairing and Men’s and Boys’ Shoes Phone 47 208 W. Gurley F. C. ILG Tailoring CLEANING AND DYEING PROMPTLY DONE Your Annual Our Specialty Engraved, Printed, Bound under one roof—one management Brock-Haffner Press Denver, Colo. Pape One Hundred Five xjs’ pojpuitH 0,,() .i- £:£sMita vV ■ ' '-5 Sfc . ■'• _. . £ ■ .. St � % •£ Sc .Z m. ■ -■' '-■' � „ .f. - ' n -3 d ? ' 'W'r-- - , £3 - • A - ‘ :. 2?® •[- tfC c - r . i i ::V= «SgfcjS- - V • ’■ £fe st e : fcrA -Vv e ? ■ y g .«•' T £ • '«. r i JoC BENS -'S ; Zz yE : safr