Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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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

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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

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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