Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

Text from Pages 1 - 118 of the 1921 volume:

I THE I ! COCKS'CLARK! 1 ENGRAVING CD.I DESIGNERS AND PHOTO ENGRAVERS IN ONE OR MORE COLORS SPECIAL ATTENTION GIVEN MAGAZINE WORK BARCLAY BLOCK DENVER, COLORADO. nTTTTIFIIIIIIIIIilli� i' 1 All Photo-Engravings and Zinc Etchings in “The Hassay amper Were Furnished by The Cocks-Clark Engraving Company ' A i PHE WEEKLY COURIER BEST AND SUREST MEDIUM FOR LEGAL ADVERTISING THE COURIER JOB PRINTING DEPARTMENT UNEXCELLED BOOK AND BRIEF PRINTING 1'he “ Hassay unifier is a Product of the Courier Job Department PROMPT ATTENTION GIVEN ALL ORDERS PHON E 4« SOUTH MONTEZUMA STREET PRESCOTT, ARIZ. . .1- The Hassayam per ROCKS! You who ve stood through the es; you who have not ?n lowered, nor shaken, nor broken by the winds and the storms which have lashed and raged about you since time began, give to us of your patience and strength, that our ideals shall not be lowered by life, that we shall not be shaken by hate and selfishness, that we shall not be broken by sorrow. The Hassayamfier Page Six 7 he Hassa yam fier Page Seven The Hassayamfier Members of the Prescott School Board DR. J. IIARVEY BLAIN President of the Hoard Member Nine Years MR. M. B. 1IAZELTINE Secretary of the Board Member Thirteen Years DR. JOHN W. PLINN Clerk of the Board Member Five Years MR. FRANK C. Y II ISM AN Business Manager of the City Schools ‘age Eight The Hassayamper I oreword � IIE greatest study for mankind is man.” Tlie greatest activity for I mankind is that devoted to the betterment of man. The betterment of man, of society as a whole, is brought about through the improve- ment of the individuals and small groups of which society is composed. To work for the good of man is. therefore, not so much a long-range, star-gazing search for something great as it is the practice of every-day helpfulness through personal effort and by means of institutions organized to serve society. The High School—being devoted to the generous development of all the desirable qualities of character, to the strengthening of mind and body, the establishment of ideas, and the preparation of young people for successful entrance upon activities of adult life—forms, with the elementary school and the college, the chief reliance of society for present welfare and future progress. To do its part in carrying on such a great work the high school must be comprehensive in its activities and varied in its interests. It must always depend upon earnest work as its main reliance, but. not to ‘‘make Jack a dull boy,” it must also furnish recreation. Athletic games, social diversions and fun have their proper places. It has become a custom among high schools to provide a record of the outstanding events of tin year in a year-hook or annual. To bring out such a book stimulates endeavor and pride in achievement. Though it may some- times seem unduly taken up with .good times, it does not mean at all that serious work has been slighted or that too much time has been given to fun. Such seeming is due to the fact that school days are happy days; in retrospect are the happiest days. It is well that this is so. for success itself is commensu- rate with happiness. In school, and after school days are over, the finest success comes from devotion to work; and the most lasting happiness, from success in work and in service to others. It is entirely fitting, then, that the “Annual” should set forth the good times and the fun along with the many varied elements that make up the high school life. To the followers of the “Hassayamper” we say. “Be happy, he useful, he true. Let the sunshine of your smile drive away the clouds of discontent and sadness, and you will make the world better by your presence.” Nine The H assayaniper The Hassay am per The Faculty S. FI. MARTIN University of Nebraska, A. B. Superintendent of Schools Military Training, Trigonometry ANNE DOUGLASS University of Wisconsin, A. B. Vice-Principal Commercial Subjects NEAL D. MOORE Colorado State Teachers’ College, A. B. Principal Science, Economics JOHN II. NAPIER Mississippi Agricultural and Mechanical College, B. S. Science, Mathematics, Athletics ALICE LADD BITNER University of Wisconsin, A. B. English HERBERT G. ESPY Occidental College, A. B. English, Dramatics SUE O’LAUGHLIN Minnesota State Normal Bradley Institute Art, Penmanship DOROTHY LAWRENCE ANDRES Bucknell University, A. B. Spanish, Latin, Gymnasium MARJORIE HOPKINS Stanford University, A. B. History, Latin, Athletics E. L. BARNETT Kalamazoo State Normal Carnegie Institute of Technology Manual Training, Band THORNTON THOMAS. JR. Colorado College, A. B. Mathematics, Latin MRS. EDITH GATFIELD BAGLEY Oberlin Conservatory Teachers’ Certificate Music JOHN H. BARRY, JR. Tempe Normal School Military Training, Manual Training LEE LUPIIER Iowa State College, B. S. Home Economics ORPHA LORBEER Diploma from Pasadena Hospital Training School Pomona College, A. B. School Nurse DOROTHY WILL Colorado State Teachers’ College, A. B. Home Economics R. R. PATTERSON Telegraphy Page Eleven The Hassayamper Editor-in-Chief.'.. . .............. X.XA HEALY Business iManaffer ............................................ELIZABETH ANGEL Assistants MILDRED BOWERS, VERA JACKSON. HELEN BLAIN, WELLS HEAP. EARL CARTER, GILBERT REES. JEROME NELSON PAUL DALKE. CLARENCE IRISH. ROLAND VAUGHAN. ALVIN THOMPSON, FANNIE JACOBY Artist........................................ WELDON HUMPHREY Class History.................................................HELEN BLAIN Seniors...............................CLARENCE IRISH, ANNA HEALY Dramatics......................................................ANNA GALLINGER Organizations.. ROSIE DREYER Literature.... .......ELIZABETH RANDALL. ANNA HEALY Society.........................................MOL LIE MERRITT Boys’ Athletics........ ........................ALVIN THOMPSON Girls’ Athletics VERA JACKSON Calendar. .. ELIZABETH RANDALL Jokes..........................................................ANNA IIEALY Alumni FANNIE JACOBY. ROLAND VAUGHAN. EMMA ANDRES Snaps..................................DOROTHY HILL. PAUL DALKE Stenographers............................EMMA ANDRES, FANNIE JACOBY ’ “ ■ Twelve The Hassay am t er Class Officers President.........................ANNA IIEALY Vice-President...............ALVIN THOMPSON Secretary and Treasurer...........HELEN PLAIN Class Advisor, MISS BITNER Class Colors GREEN AND GOLD To Us Here’s to the class of ’21, Here’s to the excellent things she’s done; Here’s to the class of high esteem, Here’s to the class that’s all it would seem. May she always continue her fair beginning. May she-� ever be losing, but always winning. And if we ARE losing—now and then, Be the best of good sports, and Begin Again. Page Thirteen ) K The Hassayamper ANNA IIEALY Born- -Goodwin, Arizona. 1902 With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come Class President ’19, ’21 Vice-President ’18, ’20 Glee Club ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 President of Glee Club ’20, ’21 Chorus ’18, '19; Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 Editor-iii-Chief of the Hassayamper WELLS HEAP Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1902 With hues of genius on his cheek. In finest tones the youth could speak.” Class President ’18, ’20 Vice-President ’19 Sergeant ’18, ’19; Second Lieutenant ’20; First Lieutenant ’21 Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 Badger Baseball ’19 Badger Football ’20; Captain ’20 Badger Basketball ’20, ’21; Captain ’21 ELIZABETH ANGEL Bom—Northfork, West Virginia. 1904 “She’s all our fancy painted her, She’s lovely, she’s divine.” Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team '20, ’21 Business Manager of the Hassayamper ALVIN THOMPSON Born—Lake City, Iowa. 1903 What more I have to say is short.” Class Treasurer ’20; Vice-President ’21 Sergeant ’20, ’21 Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, '20, ’21 Athletic Board ’20, ’21; President Athletic Association Badger Basketball ’20, ’21; Captain ’20 Badger Football ’20 Badger Baseball ’29, ’20, ’21 Track ’20, ’21 Page Fourteen MILDRED BOWERS Boni—Phoenix, Arizona. 1902 What thou art. we know not. What is most like thee.” Glee Club ’19; Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team ’ID Hassayamper Staff PAUL DALKE Born—Ann Arbor, Michigan. 1901 ’Tis true that he is not inclined. To fondness to the female kind.” I Second Lieutenant ’20, ’21 Senior Play ’20 Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 Hassayamper Staff VERA JACKSON Born—Cerrillos, New Mexico. 1903 Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know.0 Glee Club ’18, ’19, ’20; Chorus ’18, ’19 Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 P. H. S. Team ’19, ’20, ’21 Athletic Board ’20,’21 Hassayamper Staff EARL CARTER Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1901 ‘Behold the child, by nature's kindly law Pleased with a rattle, tickled by a straw.” Band ’19, ’20, ’21; Orchestra ’20, ’21 Corpcral ’19; Sergeant ’20, ’21 Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 Hassayamper Staff The Hassayamper Page Fifteen The Hassayamper ■■H MOLLIE MERRITT Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1903 Like a rose embowered in its own green leaves.” Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 P. H. S. Team ’21 Hassayamper Staff CLARENCE IRISH Bom—Oakland, California. 1902 'Sagacious and turbulent of wit.” Class Basketball Team ’21 Hassayamper Staff ELIZABETH RANDALL Bom—Mesa, Arizona. 1904 ‘‘Appetite comes with eating.” Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Hassayamper Staff ROLAND VAUGHAN Bom—Norfolk, Virginia. 1903 “Still climbing after knowledge infinite.” Orchestra ’20, ’21; Band ’21 Corporal ’19; Sergeant ’20; Top Sergeant ’21 Hassayamper Staff Page Sixteen The Hassayamper DOROTHY IIILL Bom—Prescott, Arizona. 1901 “She’d undertake to prove by force, of argument, a man’s no horse.” Mile Hi; Debating Team ’21 Class Basketball Team ’21 Hassayamper Staff HELEN BLAIN Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1903 “She is pretty to walk with, and witty to talk with.” Class Secretary ’21 Glee Club ’21; Glee Club Secretary ’21 Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team ’18, ’19, ’20, ’21 Hassayamper Staff GILBERT REES Born—Los Angeles, California. 1901 “And with loud word proclaims his enmity of toil.” Band ’20; Orchestra ’20 Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team '20, ’21 Badger Basketball ’20 Football Squad '20; Track ’20 Hassayamper Staff FANNIE JACOBY Bom—Prescott, Arizona. 1903 “Like a poet hidden, in the light of thought. Glee Club ’20; Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Hassayamper Staff Page Seventeen The Hassayamper EMMA ANDRES Bom—Prescott, Arizona. 1902 “She is indeed honest, and of an open free nature.' Glee Club ’20; Mile Hi .Junior Vaudeville Hassayamper Staff GLENN BENSON Born—San Antonio, Texas. 1901 Call it mischief, but when it has prospered it will l e virtue.” Class Basketball Team ’21 ROSIE DREVER Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1902 Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness.” Mile Hi Hassayamper Staff ANNA GALLINGER Bom—Fabius, New York. 1901 For she is just the quiet kind. Who nature never varies.” Glee Club ’20, ’21; Mile Hi Hassayamper Staff • r iiiAV Page Eighteen JEROME NELSON Born—Minneapolis, Minnesota. 1902 I strove with none for none was worth my strife.” Football Squad ’20 Hassayamper Staff MAXINE DAVIS Born—Grafton, Ohio. 1904 “Lady, thou art the crudest She alive.” Class Secretary ’20; Treasurer ’21 Mile Hi Junior Vaudeville Class Basketball Team T8, ’19, ’20, ’21 Athletic Board ’21 P. H. S. Team ’20, ’21 The Hassayamper MARY STANLEY Born—Augusta, Georgia. 1904 “Oh. welcome guest, though unexpected here.’ JACK MILLS “While we live, let us live.' Junior Vaudeville Senior Play ’20 Class Basketball Team ’20 Badger Football ’20 Bom—Springfield, Missouri. 1901 Pa£t Nineteen The H assay am per The Future Trai Is of ’21 There was a strange old Mariner Who held me with his eye— “I have strange power of speech.” he said, “Thy future I’ll descry.” “I fear thee. Ancient Mariner, I fear thy skinny claw.”- “Pear not, fear not, thou foolish one. Thy future has no flaw.” Emma, you in the future will he An expert in stenography. Your husband a leading merchant will be And you’ll aid him with your effi- ciency. Shakespeare once said, “What’s in a name?” I dare to quote him now. Oh, Angel, you’re not quite that good. Although you’re dear, I vow. Glen will Yernon-Castle his steps Down life as a model lover, And in the end you will find him On a movie magazine eover. Helen has married a dentist, I sec. Whom she aids on the floor under- neath By running a caramel-taffy stand To pull out his patient’s teeth. You’ll spend all the years of your life In chasing the latest styles, But, Mildred, you’ll find in the end What we like are your lovely smiles. ’Tis frontier days some ten years hence, And Earl is back to spring A great surprise on all his friends— He’s Utah’s cattle king. In the next world war Paul Dalke I see Commanding a battleship gray, Receiving a wireless—then dodging the sabs. Tt’s all in the day’s work and play. Dear Max, you are the sweetest type Of girl that name can grace, And all your ways, through all your days Are smoother for your winning face. Tn Rosie Dreyer I perceive A flaming radical With Red and Bolsheviki flags And ending tragical. Anna Gallinger spends her life Doing good in the New York slums. A famous doctor will make her his wife And to her good fortune comes. Miss Ilealy will run a famous school For poor misguided boys Who tease young ladies all day long— Disturb all with their noise. Wells may rule the world’s finance And rake the shekels in, But forfeits all left in his pants For his wife she raleth him. Page Twenty The Hassayamper Oh, Dorothy, you’ll surely be A noted suffragette, And if ycu keep on talking hard You’ll be in Congress yet. One reads in the paper of Irish re- volts Against England, the crown and the Houses, We know that old Ireland would get her desires If our “Irish” lead their carouses. In “Jimmie” Jackson I forsee A teacher hard and stern, Giving her pupils a drubbing each day In her efforts to make them learn. Mollie’s head you will perceive In any magazine Posing as a lovely ad For peerless “Danderine.” When Shorty finds a silver thread Adorning his quite brilliant head. He’ll write a masterpiece ’tis said, Called “Silver Threads Among the Red.” When Roland has reached the elderly age Of three score ten or so, He will become a professor emeritus Which is quite an honor, you know. Jerome in Congress I now see Arguing incessantly, The people sleep—the hours take wing. Of filibustering he’s the king. In your clear eye I seem to see An interesting destiny For, Betty, you will play the part Of patroness to every art. Gilbert Rees I now perceive An ideal married man Washing dishes, scrubbing floors, While friend wife waves a fan. For cynical Mary, I forsee. In spite of her doubts and fears, A handsome husband (a major, too) And joy throughout the years. Oh, Lefty Thompson soon will be A champion in athletics. Do you ask why? I’ll tell you then— He uses southpaw tactics. When all of our young girls are married To “millions,” and their cares have all ceased, They at once will pack up for Paris To see Fanny, the great French Mo- diste. The Ancient Mariner then paused And dropped his eye from me. “Oh, Ancient Mariner, please tell What may your future be?” “The future of each one may I Perceive except my own.” The aged Mariner is gone And I am left alone. Page Twenty-One CATHERINE MEEKER ’23. The Hassayamfler C lass History HOW different it seemed to be Freshmen! Well we remember the first day, when we stood a frightened group, listening to the terrible, exag- gerated tales of the Sophomores and Seniors. But the time was not long before we felt at home and were holding our own with the wise upper classes. We were lead in our defenses by our president, Wells Heap, ably assisted by Anna Healy, the vice-commander. Our class consisted of fifty, every one of whom remembers the “all-day-sucker-party ” given by the Seniors, it was our class that showed marked talent at entertaining when we gave the school a dance with a lively program to start the evening. I believe all enjoyed it even though they hated to make such an admission to the “Freshies.” We entered the Sophomore class, fewer in number, but with a much stronger spirit, for it was this year a long vacation was inflicted upon us by the influenza quarantine, and we all realized the necessity of sticking together for the short time that remained to us. As a result, we have this Senior class to offer, of which everyone is proud to be a member. In this year we reversed our class officers. Anna Healy became leader, with Wells Heap assisting. Then Juniors! Second only to the one class, but our role still growing smaller. Again we chose Wells to lead us, and Anna to preside in his absence. After much rehearsing it was found impossible to give the Junior play, “The Importance of Being Ernest,” because of illness in the cast, and our hero’s departure for Texas. So instead, a vaudeville was given, which made a tre- mendous hit and produced the coveted gold necessary to finance our Junior From. This social event, we were pleased to be told, was one f the most attractive parties ever given in the Prescott High School. For variety’s sake we gave the Senior class a picnic in place of the more formal banquet, which had been the custom of many former classes. Here was read the prophecy of the C'lass of ’20. And then, at last looking down on the lower classmen from the heights of our superiority, we are Seniors. Only fifteen of us have stood the test of time, seven joining us in the last two years. Sorry were we all to lose Maxine Davis, our famous basketball guard, and Jack Mills, the Senior comedian, who were among the most popular students in school. Again Anna leads the chorus of our grand finale, with our football hero, “Lefty” Thompson, to assist her. And now P. H. S. we are leaving you and it is time to say “Good-bye!” HELEN BLAIN. ’21. I'aHe Twenty-Two The Hassay am fter Page Twenty- Three Scintillating Seniors The H assay am per Pa fie Twenty-Four The Hassay am fier f Junior Class Officers President............... Vice-President.......... Secretary and Treasurer. Class Editor............ Class Advisor........... DONALD BRADLEY .....HAROLD POE .....MAX ESCIIER ..MARGARET IIILL .....J. H. NAPIER Alton Andrews Harold Block Donald Bradley Ernest Born Vaida Cook Louise Crawford Dorothy Coburn Thomas Davis Regina Devin Max Escher Margaret Hill Mary Louise Lofland Walter Marshall Dorothy Morrison Tressye Napier Georgiabelle Nichols Lorena Nichols Paul Plummer Harold Poe Lois Poe George Raitt Alta Redding Merdith Redding Alice Reif Dorothy Stuart Charles Suder Wyllo Swiger Margaret Watson Eugene Weiland Pane Twenty-Five The Hassayamper Pane Twenty-Six The H assay am fier Sophomore Class Officers President..........................................PAUL AMBERG Vice-President ................................HELEN FINLAYSON Secretary ...................................HARRY SOUTHWORTH Treasurer...................................................EDWIN MARSHALL Class Editor............................................CATHERINE MEEKER Class Advisor......................................T. H. THOMAS Clara M. Abbott Amy Aiken Paul Amberg Joseph Arehambeau Geraldine Barrett Joe Birch Myrtle Brockmeier Mabel Budd Mary Bunte Annes Cain Geraldine Carroll Freda Clements Courtney Coleman Eleanor J. Cotton Bernetta Davis Joseph Eckert Wallace Erieson Dorothy Fales Helen Finlavson Robert Gonzales Mary Hamilton Nancy Kenneth Harrison Kathryn Hart Hadley Hicks Brodie Hildreth Weldon Humphrey Helen Jennings Thelma Justus—Special Margaret Kiehl Ruth Lawrence Charles Major Edwin Marshall Claire McMahon—Special Catherine Meeker David Rees Laura Rees Mabel Rees Pauline Rosenblatt Harry Southworth Mary Stack Edwin Weil Ralph Weiland Yellott Page Twenty-Seven The H assay amfier Jubilant Juniors PaHe Twenty-Right The Hassayamfrer Sassy Sophomores Page Twenty-Nine 7 he assay am [)er Tage Thirty freshmen class The Hassayamfier officers president.......... vice-president..... treasurer.......... secretary.......... class editor....... class colors....... CLASS ADVISOR ....lester haskell .......edna simra ... barbara jaeger ...........fay poe marjorie simpsnn ....black and gold MISS HOPKINS alfrcd abbott carl anderson alice arehambeau tom bate margaret blaylock mary bo wen harry coke learah cooper anna corgait estelle cyra ralph darnall esther devin alene dickson norman fain evaline fales herbert green elton hamilton lester haskell diaries hobbacher fritz ilg barbara jaeger Virginia johnson raymond justus Charles kendall lois king lydia king theodore martin marion mcneely herschel mcmullen frank morse alice nelson winified nelson naoma noxon noel pegues fay poe mary redding dora rosenblatt marion ross george ruffner clair scholey vernice shaffer agnes sherman edna simm marjorie simpson nettie silver frank skemar leroy smith george theobald palmere tobin marguerite vernon gladys weiland myrtle welch anona wells gudfrid wold joe young ned yonnt ‘age Thirty-One The H assay amper ■MB mmss I • • ♦ y A L_ Frisky Freshies Page Thirly-Two The H assay am t)o Page Thirty• Three The H assay am per The H assay am t er “The Taming of the Shrew’’ SHAKESPEARE’S comedy, “The Taming of the Shrew,” was presented by the Senior ( lass of 1920, on June the 2nd. Although a rather ambitious undertaking, the class procured the finest costumes of brocade and vel- vet, and produced this masterpiece of wit and laughter in a truly finished manner. This was due to the talent and enthusiasm of their coach, Miss Elizabeth Balderston. and to the exceptional adaptibility of the cast to their respective roles. CAST OF CHARACTERS Baptista—A Rich Gentleman of Padua........... Kather ine [)aUgj1ters of Baptista......... Bianca } A Widow...................................... Petruchio—A Gentleman of Verona, and a suitor to Katherine................................. Vincentio—An Old Man of Pisa................. Lucentio—Son to Vincentio.................... Gremio [ Suitors of Bianca................... Hortensio Tranio [servants to Lucentio............... Biondello J Grumio—Servant to Petruchio.................. A Pedant..................................... Tailor....................................... Haberdasher.................................. Arthur Thompson ) Helen Born ( Evelyn Budd ...Yvonne Morrison ..Kenneth Walker ........Paul Dalke . ..Walter Earnhart Dorothy Hill .. Anita Weil Dorothy Johnson | Dave Rees ........Jack Mills ...Dorothy Martin ..........Inez Poe ...Laura Theobald Servants—Helen Allen, Crystal Summers, Thelma Apperson, Harold Block Bridesmaids—Esta Redden, Esther Swartz. Inez Poe. TIME—Sixteenth Century. ACT I.—A Street in Padua. ACT II.—Baptista’s House. ACT III.—Same as Act II. ACT IV. Scene 1—Room in Petruchio’s House. Scene 2.—In Padua. Scene 3—Same as Scene 1. ACT v.—Scene 1—Street in Padua. Scene 2—Room in Baptista’s House. Page Thirty-Five The IIassay am per Junior V audeville A FT EH valiant attempts to put on “The Importance of Being Ernest”, an inauspicious fate frowned once too often, and the Juniors were forced to substitute a. vaudeville. This, however, was so professional in its tone, and afforded so large a number of the Juniors an opportunity to display their talents that no one was really disappointed. Not soon will the Parasol ('horns, or the Mock Cinema be forgotten. Behold tin- vaudeville alphabet: A. Overture .......................................School Orchestra B. Spanish Play—“Ino de Elios Debe Carsarse” Maxine Davis, Anna Ilealy. Alvin Thompson. Paul Plummer C. String Trio Vera Jackson. Helen Plain. Gilbert Rees I). Solo Dance.......................................Mildred Bowers E. Farce—“Found in a Closet” Betty Randall. Fannie Jacobs, Wallace Oliver, Maxine Davis F. Solo and Chorus—“Parasol Song” Anna Ilealy. Maxine Davis, Mildred Bowers. Vera Jackson. Mollie Merritt. Elizabeth Angel G. “Angelina”.............................................Elizabeth Angel II. Solo—“Xiccollini”..........................................Jack Mills I. Musical Number J. Chorus—“The American Girl” Mildred Bowers—Baltimore Maxine Davis—Gotham Vera Jackson—Boston Elizabetli Angel—(’hicago Mollie Merritt—St. Louis Anna Ilealy—Prescott K. “The Bride’s First Shopping Expedition”.................Vera Jackson L. Cornet Solo.............................................Earl Carter M. Cinema—“Love on Wheels,” or “True Love Never Runs Smooth” Anna Ilealy, Emma Andres, Jack Mills. Alvin Thompson Tuge Thirty-Six 7 he assa yam ter Girls’ Glee Club Entertainment ON December the !)tli. the Glee Club, under the direetion of .Mrs. Edith Bagiev, gave a delightful entertainment, interesting in its variety and harmony. The Glee Club appreciated the numbers afforded by several outsiders, to whom the evening’s success was largely due. Surely special mention must be made of ‘.‘Lord Dundreary’s Letter.” read so affect- in glv bv Mr. Herbert Espy. Program Selection School Orchestra Songs Serenade The Mosquitoes’ Serenade Glee Club Dance Mabel Budd Songs My Lady Clo’ Darkey Lullaby De Coppah Moon Fifteen Girls Reading Mildred Storey Solo Good-bye Summer Anna llealy Pianologue Counting Daisy Petals Out to Old Aunt Mary’s Miss Sheldon Solo Miss Ward Reading Lord Dundreary's Letter Mr. Espy Song Keep on Smiling Mixed Quartet Songs The Four-Leaf Clover The Love Nest Fifteen Girls Violin Solo Indian Lament Serenade Mrs. E. Harris Song (’bit-Chat Group of Girls Solo Off to Philadelphia The Irish Girl Mr. Martin Songs The Lost Chord Softly My Heart Unfolds Last Night Glee Club Page Thirty-Seven The Hassayamper “If crushed beneath the ears we he ll sure would be too bad And you possess such nice red hair, Oh me! ’twould be most sad.” And so tin brave and gallant youth lie led her off the tracks. “My hero!” then the maiden cried, “Mv handsome hero. Max.” Poor Max! he bade his Dot good-bye; Large tears poured down his cheek. And now lie’s planning to go back AYlien geometry she’ll teach. (TWO SENIORS WHO KNOW.) ’«.iff Thirty-Fight 7 he Hassayamper Page T i irty-Nine The Ha.ssoyhm ii'r Debating PRESCOTT lias reason to lie proud of the year's work in debating. As we write this, the team is as yet undefeated, and is well on the way to- ward the first goal, the championship of Northern Arizona. The question selected hv the State University, and used by all the teams in the stati is. Resolved: That the principle of the closed shop should la adopted in American industry. The first debate of the season, in which Prescott defeated Flagstaff, was held here. The visitors had the choice of sides, and the Badger duet won on the negative. In the next debate, when the Prescott team journeyed to Jerome for their conversational clash, the Copper City folk chose to uphold the negative and our local logic merchants cut another notch in the stock of their verbal gatling gun. The preparatory work in debating was taken up as a part of the regular course in public speaking, but try-outs were open to the entire school. The ambitious arguers who won places on the team were Dorothy Ilill and Dorothy Stuart. Both were without previous experience in debate, and much of the season’s success is due to their willingness to give time and effort to the development of a well organized argument and a pleasing presentation of material. The outlook for the coming year is a bright one. With the support of the whole school in this activity, Prescott High School is in line for a record- breaking year. Page Forty The H assay amber Glee Club “Thank you for your sweet voices.’’ Long years ago Shakespeare wrote this, and it can still he applied to our Glee Club. It is directed by Mrs. Edith Bagley, and is composed of the following: Officers Anna Ilealv Betty Randall Helen Blain Dorothy Morrison President Vice-President Secretary Librarian Barbara Jaeger Reporter Margaret Blaylock Marion McNeely Helen Blain Dorothy Morrison Mabel Budd Alice Nelson Freda Clements Winifred Nelson Louise Crawford Naoma Noxon Learah Cooper Betty Randall Estelle Cyra Dora Rosenblatt Esther Devin Nettie Silver Alene Dickson Edna Simm Dorothy Fales Verniee Shaffer Evaline Fales Agnes Sherman Anna Gallinger Mary Stack Kathryn Hart Palmere Tobin Mary Hamilton Marguerite Vernon Anna Healy Margaret Watson Barbara Jaeger Gladys Weiland Virginia Johnson Gndfrid Wold Nancy Yellott Page Forty-One he eissayamper The Band ARE you ever sad nr lonely when you hear the band? No, never! Your auditory nerves are so stimulated and excited by the variegated vibra- tions issuing from the instruments of our syncopating musicians that the last tiny feeling of melancholy is jazzed out of you. This year our band is composed of twenty-five members and is under the capable guidance of Mr. Barnett. Doubtless there is a great future in store for it. Who knows? Some day when you hear Earl Carter charm the world with his cornet, or Ralph Weiland beat a merry tattoo on his drum in Sousa’s Band, you will say proudly: “lie was in “joy-bringers.” the “gloom-dispersers.” BARITONES Robert Gonzales Margaret Watson Dave Rees CLARINETS Robert Martin Fritz Ilg Ned Yount Herbert Green Raymond Evans Kenneth McMullen BASS Paul Amberg TROMBONE Marion Ross our P. II. S. Band.” These are the CORNETS Earl Carter Theodore Martin Charles Shaw Raymond Justus DRUMS Ralph Weiland Clair Scholey Joe Heap SAXOPHONES Paul Pul miner Mrs. Massing Roland Vaughan Bob Yount I'age Forty-Two The ffassayamfier The Orchestra ONG and dreary would be our days without music, which is the very essence of our being; and such would be the calamity to our school if we did not have the orchestra. We would feel sadly forlorn without its soul-stirring classics. Indeed, the muse lias been most propitious to the players, for the orchestra is considered one of the finest in the state of Arizona. 11 lias won its prestige through the stimulating leadership of .Mr. M. A. Payne and the fine enthusiasm of its personnel. M. A. PAYNE. Director VIOLINS .Mrs. Leo Kenney Dora Rosenblatt. Supt. S. II. Martin Arthur Davis CORNETS Theodore Martin Earl Carter PIANO Pauline Rosenblatt CLARINETS Robert Martin Ned Yount M. A. Payne SAXOPHONES Roland Vaughan William Vaughan Joe Heap TROMBONE Mr. E. L. Barnett DRUMS Clair Scholey Page Forty-Three The assay am per Page Forty- Four The Hassayamfier Mile-Hi TIIE High School Girls’ Club is a branch of the Girl Reserve movement. The purpose of the Girl Reserves is “To find and give the best.” The Mile Hi Club meets every two weeks and, with the exception of special occasions, there is always a short business session and a program, planned by . the program committee, at these meetings. The officers are: President.........................Helen Finlavson Vice-President......................Dorothy Hill Secretary........................Ruth Lawrence Treasurer........................Dorothy Stuart A cabinet is composed of the officers and committee chairmen. This cabinet meets with the girls’ work secretary once a month to discuss various problems. Miss Ruth Reeder was the leader, until the 1st of February, when she left for her home in Texas. Mrs. Ruby K. Stuart has charge of the work for the remainder of the year. The Mile Hi girls had their share of activities this year. Briefly, they were: A “Get Acquainted” party at the first of the year for new members. A Christmas party given by the Mile Hi club for children. A masked ball given by the Mile Hi girls on New Year’s Eve for the High School students and the faculty. A tea given by members of the Y. W. C. A. board after a trying day of mid-year examinations for the High School students and faculty. (It is sin- cerely hoped that it will be repeated in June.) A musical program given by the Music Club for the Mile Hi members. A candy sale given by the Mile Hi girls at the Grammar and High Schools. This was given for the purpose of raising money to send represen- tatives to the High School Girls’ Conference at Tempe. Margaret Hill and and Helen Finlayson were the representatives. A waffle luncheon was given by the Mile Hi girls. March 18th, at the Y. tV. C. A. This luncheon was particularly open to High School students and faculty, and was for the purpose of reimbursing the treasury. The spring will be brimming with various programs of interest to Mile Hi girls. At present several parties and an Easter service are being planned. The work of the Mile Hi club this year represents success and happiness. The girls are enthusiastically planning to do much more next year. Fag Forty-Five The Hassayamfyer he Sinful Seven np I1E “Sinful Seven'’ are no longer -Juniors; they are worthy seniors that is, while they are seated in the assembly in their dignifed ranks, hut what pranks they play, and what mischief they achieve to fulfill their epithetical name. 1 cannot tell. Alas! and alack! the cltih is graduating this year, and the High School will miss their joyful frivolity. Yet why seek sorrow? They are still on deck and will he until June. You still have time to improve your acquaintance with them. And they are not permitting themselves any unhappiness, because they are planning numerous reunions as alumnae. The girls have enjoyed many jolly picnics and true horseback rides in our mountains. They have not neglected their parties, and at all of their gaieties Ihe following are present: Vera Jackson, Anna Healy, Molly Merritt, Helen Blain, Mildred Bowers and Elizabeth Angel—adopted last spring shortly after her arrival—possibly in order that her angelic name, like a halo, might surround their naughty misdemeanors with a glow of righteousness. « Absentia Maxine Davis..........“Max Edna Edwards.......“Eddie” T. N. T. WHY, hello T. N. 'I'. Are you still here? With your dangerous appella- tion we have looked for a devastating explosion that would reduce you—and we feared perchance some of us—to the merest of un- recognizable atoms long ago. We greet your whole-souled and whole-bodied entirety sincerely, for were you otherwise, where, oh. where, might we be? Yes, the “ten no-count toughs are still in the height of their glory and ambition, which is: “Eat. drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may he dead.” And these young philosophers turn to the ancients for this motto of theirs. .Instead of diminishing they are gaining more vim—“vires adquirit eundo. Their new colors are red and yellow—a signal that the danger is increasing. Therefore, whenever you see any of the following damsels wear- ing a raisin blossom (which you must know is the flower of their mystic order and the sign, they are on the warpath) beware! Danger is near! Alice Reif.....................President Margaret Hill.............Vice-President Regina Devin.Secretary and Treasurer Viola Smith...........Business Manager Lois Poe.........................Janitor Dorothy Morrison....................Cook Margaret Watson............Pearl Diver Mary Stanley......................Valet Tressye Napier...................Butler Dorothy Coburn.....................Maid Mary Louise Lofland............Waitress Wyllo Swiger...................Mechanic Dorothy Brown Edna Edwards In A bsentia Marybelle Mills 1‘age Forty-Six The Hassayamfier Page Forty-Seven A 77 6’ Hassayamper Military Training rr IIIS year the P. II. S. military department is composed of eight squads I which is just double the company of last year. An able assistant in this work is found in Captain John II. Harry who was in service over- seas. The Springfield rifles and ammunition, which were ordered from the War Department, arrived last January. The officers and non-commissioned officers of the department are: Head Instructor................ S. II. Martin. Northern Battalion, A. A. C. Assistant Instructor......................John II. Barry, Captain A. A. C. Lieutenants.................Wells Heap, 1st Lieut.; Paul Dalke. 2nd Lieut. The third annual competitive drill was held May 28, 1920. Splendid training and co-operation made it one of the best ever held in Prescott. To quote Captain La Hue, assistant adjutant general and inspector of military training, who judged the contest: “The good quality of the drill was evi- dence of competent and careful training.’’ In'this contest the Second platoon was awarded the silk flag, which the year before had been offered as a prize by the members of the Board of Education; and Paul Dalke. 2nd Lieutenant, commander of the platoon, received a. sabre, the gift of Major Martin. Corporal Harold Poe’s squad won the “Commandant’s Prize,” which glorifies .the front of our assembly and has the initials. “P. II. S.”—familiar to every boy and girl in the school, which stand for the worthy motto. “Pre- pare. Honor, Serve.” On the new silver plate, which was just added to the first two, the following names of the winning squad are engraved: Corporal Harold Poe, Earl Carter, Charles Suder, Ernest Born. Wallace Oliver, Joseph Eckert. David Rees and Joe Arehambeau. Each member of this winninjg squad received a leather belt, the gift of the instructor. In the spell down, Paul Amberg won first place and was given the gold medal, and Harry Southworth took second place, receiving the silver medal. SERGEANTS: Roland Vaughan. 1st Sergeant Paul Plummer. Right Guide Earl Carter. Left Guide Alvin Thompson Harold Poe Harold Block CORPORALS: Ralph Weiland Harry Southworth Donald Bradley Max Est her Eugene Weiland Edwin Marshall Ernest Born Jack Mills ’«;' ■ Forty-Eight The Hassayamfier Page Forty-Nine he assttyat ifter Worries o) the Annual Makers I sat on the lawn in the evening (The day was waning fast,) Awaiting an inspiration. And chewing a blade of grass. ‘Oh. this annual business ' I pondered. Munching a clover leaf, And brushing a fly from my shoulder. “Is bringing ns oodles of grief!” And as I sat pensively chewing, A glimpse of the summer appeared. And lo! all the staff was grav-headed. Miss Bitner ’d a long, white heard. Anna Ilealy was hobbling on crutches. Betty Randall was haggard and thin. But the worst of the wrecks was poor Angel, Who could not get her curls to stav in “And Oh ! for an inspiration!” T choked as I swallowed a tear, “We can only be glad that this issue. Like Christinas, comes but once a year.” DOROTHY COBURN ’22. Page Fifty f •• The fassa yaw per Page Pi fly-Otic The Hassayamfier The Sub UTT EARD the news?” Bob Evans queried anxiously as he stopped his chum and _L _L drew him out of the throng of students hurrying toward their morning classes. ‘‘Nope, but stop looking so melancholy and say it quick. It’s cruel to keep me from my precious studies, and besides, my Latin prof, swore he’d can me next time I came late to class.” Jack Wright always professed to be in a hurry, but it was noticed that he seldom arrived anywhere on time. But Bob’s troubled frown did not leave his face when he announced in a solemn tone, “Ted Gillman’s sick abed, got double pneumonia.” “Pneumonia!” Jack repeated, his merry grin giving place to a look of grave con- cern. “You say Ted’s got pneumonia? But, Bob, who’ll take his place in the game tonight? He’s the best forward of us all, and we haven’t a ghost of a chance against Lowell without him. Why—” he broke off and stared mournfully at the ceiling, totally forgetful of his perpetual hurry and also of an angry, long-suffering Latin prof. “I know we haven’t,” Bob continued bitterly. “Our last game, too, just one more victory and we’d have pulled down the state championship for old Stanton High, but now—. Oh, darn the luck, anyway!” he exploded as he turned and ran down the hall to his belated class. A few periods later the two boys met again and fell into step on their way to the study hall. “Bob,” Jack, always quick-tempered, burst out angrily, “what do you think? I saw Coach Bailey just now and he said he was going to put that new Junior, Larry Denims, in Ted’s place tonight! Of course, he’s pretty good, but he comes from Lowell! He was on their team last year, and as he doesn’t like us fellows nor the school nor anything about us, he’ll probably forget how to throw baskets just so his beloved Lowell will win,” he concluded scornfully as his chum’s less heated voice broke in. “But, Jack, are you sure? Has Larry said something against Stanton? I know he doesn’t seem very friendly, but I guess he’ll play square.” “No, he hasn’t just put it in words, but you’ve noticed that he talks a lot about old Lowell and never says many loving things about our school.” Perhaps Jack did not realize or perhaps he did not care how loud he voiced his hot-headed opinions. At any rate, they reached the ears of the object of his con- tempt, a tall, slim lad, who, with eyes shining in excitement, sat vainly trying to study. Larry had reason to be excited. Just a few minutes before, the big, broad- shouldered coach had approached his desk and said, “Demms, Ted Gillman’s sick, so that puts him out of the game tonight. I want you to take his place; it’s a mighty hard one to fill, but I know you can do it if you try,” and without waiting for the boy’s astonished reply, he had slapped him reassuringly on the back and hurried away. Larry Demms was naturally a shy boy who found it very difficult to make new friends. As a result, when he entered the Stanton High School, the other boys im- mediately put him down as “queer” and had very little to do with him. Larry could not understand this; at home he had been a general favorite; and here, everyone appeared to dislike him. In this strange and uncomfortable atmosphere the lad, Pant Fifty-Two The Hassay am free although a good athlete, almost shrank from entering into the different sports. It wasn’t fun playing with fellows who seemed to resent his presence. The coach was the only one who really understood the situation, but even he couldn’t make things much better for the lonely boy. But now, Larry was thinking, was his chance; if he could only help them win the game— Just then Jack’s stinging words floated back to him. With burning cheeks he clenched his fists and half rose from his seat. “So that’s it,” he whispered chokingly. “I’d like to—” he sank back again—“oh, well, it wouldn’t do any good. But you wait, I’ll show them tonight—that I play straight!” At last! That great night of nights had arrived. Stanton and Lowell were to meet on the basket ball court and wage the final battle for that year’s state cham- pionship. However, the Stanton rooters and men, except the unwanted sub, and per- haps, the coach, were down-hearted. It was their last chance and with Ted out, victory was doubtful. The two teams were dressing in the locker room. Larry, remembering Jack’s hints, had tried to remain unnoticed by the Lowell men. But soon the captain spied him and came running toward him. “Larry, old fellow,” he shouted, “where’d you come from? I didn’t know you were on the team.” Jack, standing near, spoke up stiffly, “He’s just a sub, you know, our real player is sick.” But the captain payed no attention to him, turning to his coach who had come up, he said in mock-seriousness, “See her, Blackton, we’d just as well call off the game now. They’ve got our own star-shot against us.” Finally the players were out on the floor and in their places. Larry, looking up at the screaming crowd, yelling forth its cheers of “Stanton! Stanton! Stanton High!” tried to imagine that it was at home, and that they were shouting for Lowell and for him. Then in a flash it came to him, Stanton was his home now, so he was Stanton High’s and they were truly yelling for him! “All ready?” the referee looked around, blew his whistle, and the game was on. It was a good fight and a fair one; the fastest, closest of the season. Neck and neck they seemed to run, goal for goal, now one ahead, now the other, then a tie. And Larry? the coach watched him with satisfaction as he put in more than his share of the baskets for Stanton. The first half passed with Lowell a little in the lead. Then the rest period was over and the last half was slipping away. Stanton’s score crept up and tied. Could no one break it? Bob tried and failed. Jack threw a quick shot, and missed. “Fellows,” came the coach’s tense voice, “one more minute.” Larry caught the words, “one more minute!” The ball was moving toward the Lowell goal, in another instant it would be there; the spectators held their breath. Then, suddenly the ball was in Larry’s hands; a second more and it was shooting through the air, and then down, down, into the Stanton basket. The final whistle blew, and Stanton held the state championship. The crowd had cheered until it was hoarse; the yell-leader could hardly make a sound. Then a new voice, Jack’s, shouted high above the din, “What’s the matter with Larry?” and the crowd roared back, “He’s all right!” —MARGARET HILL ’22. Page Fifty- Three The Hassayamper The Black Cat CHAPTER I. FROM the main road, far up in the mountains, one can see a cave; and upon closer observation it takes the form of a prospect .mine. A little to one side is a small, unpainted cabin of pine. The owner of this mine and cabin is an old man who looks as bleached and weather-beaten as the place he calls “home.” No one seems to know why he came to this part of the country, or his real name. When he first came to the mountains they called him the “city chap,” for he was so different from the mountaineers. His gray hair was once brown and curly. He sought no one’s acquaintance, and no one sought his. For thirty years this old man of the mountains toiled in his mine. For thirty years his efforts proved vain. These years had not been kind to him. His wrinkles were many and deep. His walk was slow and hesitating. Once tall and straight, he was now stooped and wearied with age. Each morning found him upon the summit of the mountain, looking far away toward the east, at first with hate and vengeance; but now he looked with longing toward the land from whence the sun rose. His longing would always change to hopeless despair, and he would make his way slowly and painfully down the worn pathway to his mine, where he toiled until the rays of the sun vanished as had his rays of hope. Each evening found him either sitting just outside the doorway or by the fire- side, with his pipe between his lips, absorbed in thought, forming fancies from the leaping flames, or re-living his past life. At the same time in a progressive little eastern manufacturing city a young man, Bob Duncan, by name, cashier of The People’s National Bank, was in love. What, you may ask, will he have in common with the solitary figure we left musing in his mountain cabin? The answer would surely be—very little, had not Fate un- accountably intervened. Positions of considerable responsibility, held at an early age, had made Bob Duncan act older, and take things more seriously than the ordi- nary young man of his town. Duncan was considered a “good catch” by the young ladies. He was tall, good looking, clever—in his way—and held a good position. He belonged to several clubs, and was accepted by the older men as a good business man, with a future. The girl who held Duncan’s affections was the only child of an aristocratic family, and was used to every luxury. It is needless to say that she was unusually pretty and altogether charming with her golden brown hair, and blue sparkling eyes. She seemed never aware of her charm, and to Duncan she was utterly faultless and in- finitely desirable. His ambition was to provide her with everything she was used to. With this idea he worked harder and longer. His new efforts were approved at the bank, and he was given more responsibility, and likewise, an increase in salary. To Betty Gardner, the girl of his choice, Bob Duncan was an interesting partner, a good dancer and one to be treated more seriously than the other youths of Albany, but this was as much thought as she ever bestowed upon him. As for a husband — well, when she married she intended to marry one with more money than her father possessed. Things went all right with Duncan until the night he proposed. Betty refused considerately, but none the less firmly. Duncan, however, never gave up until he saw her married to a man he did not wholly approve of, but one of considerable wealth, in fact, an attorney of some notoriety in Detroit, and a much sought- after visitor at the Lake Colony near Albany. Betty was extremely happy with her husband, Harry Williams, who possessed the talents of being a real lover. Duncan disliked the man; he couldn’t find a definite Paiie Fifty-Four The Hassayarnfier reason, but that cool, cynical smile of his and his dark eyes that seemed always to be seeking something he could not find, made Duncan distrust him. When the crash came, Betty collapsed, admitted no one, and it was kept a secret, as well as possible, that Harry had lost his fortune in mining and oil stock specu- lations. About a week afterward, Duncan was called into the «President’s office where a directors’ meeting was being held. The case was put clearly before him. Money, a large amount, has been taken from the bank, and Duncan being the only one in charge, at the time of the theft, was accused. Having nothing to say for himself, except denying the charge, he was proved guilty and sentenced to a number of years in the state prison. After he served his term, he disappeared, and no one of his home town saw or heard of him. CHAPTER II. One morning, while descending the worn pathway to the mine, as he had done eight years before when we last saw him, the old man of the mountains came upon a stranger, who was rapidly making his way toward the cabin. The miner was im- pressed by the strange, haunted expression of the other, and a silent greeting was exchanged as the old man took the stranger to his cabin where he fed him the best he had. The stranger ate what was set before him, showed no desire to talk, but with few words answered the miner’s occasional questions; he gave his name as Henry Day and after thanking the miner, inquired the way through the mountains and started to leave. A strange impulse possessed the old man. Perhaps it was the want of a fellow being to talk with, or perhaps this stranger rekindled the old fires of his memories, that made him ask him to stay. He showed Henry (for that is what he chose to call him) his mine and recited marvelous stories of what his mine was going to be. He always talked of the future—never of the past. Weeks went by, and still the stranger stayed, helping with the mine, always doing something. He was beginning to talk more, but the haunted expression in his eyes, that struck the old miner at their first meeting, never changed. One day on his return from the village, Henry found a stray kitten. Its paw was bruised, and the meow of pain caused him to pick it up and take it to the mine, where they cared for it. Henry named it “Blackie” and it always followed them wherever they went. One day, in the opposite end of the tunnel, Henry heard Blackie crying; and, following the sounds, he soon discovered that Blackie was almost buried in dirt that had caved in. While rescuing the cat, he discovered particles of mineral that upon closer observation proved to be a high-grade, gold-bearing ore. The old miner was overjoyed; the prospect was named the “Black Cat”; and plans were made to develope it into a real mine. That night they talked later than usual. The old man told Henry about his early life, his longings, and his feeling toward Henry. Plans were made that Henry should be a partner in the mine, and upon the miner’s death he would become the owner. Finally it was decided that Henry was to go the next day to town and send a tele- gram to a certain mining engineer so that a real examination would be possible. While Henry was in the Western Union, the west-bound train came in, whose passengers were told that the rails were spread farther down the line, and that they could go no farther. “Will we have to wait long?” asked an attractive young woman of the conductor. “All day, perhaps longer,” answered the conductor. “All depends on how long it will take to repair the track.” The questioner turned and left the train to send a message to her friend in San Francisco, whom she was on her way to visit. Fage Fifty• Five The Hassayamper “If I could only find him,” she said to herself as she entered the telegraph office. On finishing her message she was just in the act of reading it over when she glanced up and met the eyes of a young man engaged in the same task as herself. She could never forget those eyes, although they were strangely changed. In a sort of daze she heard herself cry—“You—Oh, Bob Duncan! It can’t—can’t be you! And I’ve wanted to see you for so long.” The man’s face turned ashen gray. “Betty! What,” he started toward her and then seemed to control himself with an effort. Simultaneously, then, they both thought of the place and the interested little group of onlookers. “We can’t talk here,” Bob exclaimed, and they both walked out much to the disappointment of the villagers. “Oh, Bob, tell me all about what happened,” breathlessly demanded Betty, “But I’m Henry Day here, Betty. I began all over again. I’m trying to forget the past. And, you! oh Betty—you must go. You can’t stay here. Are you alone?” His remarks were as confused as his emotions. “The track is washed out, and I am compelled to stay here until it is repaired. Yes, I’m alone. Bob, please don’t send me away. I’ve been looking for you so long.” “Where’s Harry, your husband?” “He died from an automobile accident. He confessed that it was the assistant cashier, not you, who took the money. They were working together, you see.” “Yes, I see now, but those years in the prison—” his voice broke, and he passed his hand over his eyes, trying to erase the vision of prison walls. The woman was struck by the oldness of his face, he was thinner than usual. His old cheerful smile had vanished. He told her about the old man of the mountains, about the Black Cat that had brought them their luck, but mentioned nothing of the future. “Bob, dear, what are you going to do? You see I’m not going to leave you now; I’ve been looking for you so long. My life with him wasn’t what I thought it would be. Father died, and mother followed the next year. Most of the money that was left to me was soon spent by Harry. I found it easier to give it to him than to cause those scenes that were so frequent after the crash.” Seeing that their conversation was causing undue curiosity among the village loafers, he decided to show her the mine. , Little was said on the way up. It seemed enough just to sit by each other in the lttle car, which he and his partner had bought after their lucky strike. The old man of the mountains was not in the cabin or in the mine, so Duncan, with trembling fingers lit a lantern and led the way through the tunnel. The way was dark, and part of the footing uncertain, but they never stopped until the end of the tunnel was reached. When Duncan showed Betty how they dis- covered the rich vein in the deserted tunnel, that the old man of the mountains had been looking for, for over thirty years, she began crying. “Don’t, Betty, please don’t,” pleaded Duncan. “I—I c-can’t help i-it,” sobbed Betty. “I w-was just th-thinking that w-what if th-this old mine should f-fall on y-you.” “Betty, you dear,” and as Duncan was a firm believer in the well known phrase, that actions speak louder than words— When the old man of the mountains came home he was surprised to see his Henry sitting close by a young woman, who didn’t look as if she belonged to this part of the country. And yes, there was his arm around her. The look in Henry’s, or rather Duncan’s eyes, was quite different fi’om the expression the old miner was used to. Betty greeted the old man w'ith a smile—one that startled him, reminding him of another’s who somehow resembled Betty. After a while Betty exclaimed, “The train!” “Hang the train,” replied Duncan, taking the willing Betty in his arms. Page FiflySix The H assay (Witter A week later, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan returned east with the old man of the moun- tains, who seemed disappointed with the country he had longed to see again. Things were changed and he wanted the mountains—his mine and the little cabin that was home, and his land of memories and dreams. CHAPTER III. It was storming outside the little cabin; the old man of the mountains was sit- ting in front of the fireside absorbed in dreams, as usual. A heavy snow was falling; the howling wind drifted it against the trees and into the crevices of the mountains. It was a bad night for travelers, who faced death as cold as the falling snow. Almost dosing, the old man saw the cabin door blow open before a gust of wind and a woman’s figure fall over the threshold, too overcome with fatigue to move. The old miner forgot his dreams in his anxiety over the stranger’s plight. With hot coffee and warm blankets he was able to bring her out of that long faint that might have proved fatal. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to talk, but with a weak smile she closed them again and slept. After a few hours she awoke and in a soft, weary voice said: “John, John dear, I’ve been looking for you for such a long time. Why did you leave so soon after you quarreled with father? When Bob Duncan, my niece’s husband, told me the strange story of the old man of the mountains—of his dreams—and his sadness, something made me feel sure it was you, so I came here and—well, here I am. John dear, why did you never come back? Why—?” “Hush, dearest,” pleaded the old man. “Now that I have you, nothing else matters.” He went to take her in his arms—the door blew open again, and sent the room into a cold, shivery darkness. When the lamp was relit, he found the room empty save for himself. He went to the door calling, “Mary, Mary,” but the only sound that came back to him was the moaning of the wind through the pines. Glanc- ing at the clock, he discovered that it was the hour of midnight. He lighted a lantern and went searching through the blinding snow, sinking in drifts to his knees. On— on he went, calling “Mary! Mary!” but no answering sound came to his eager, listening ears. He was being overcome with cold and weariness, he stumbled and fell—only to arise and continue his search. Betty, softly crying, was saying: “Poor old Aunt Mary died last night at twelve. She had a hard life, seems as if she had a lover who quarreled with her father and all through these twenty years of waiting, never returned. Some said that she died heartbroken.” It was again Spring when Betty and Bob made their way through the village to the mine. The old cabin was deserted, and a queer feeling of dread came over Bob as he asked one of the workmen about the old man of the mountains. “Him? Why he’s dead. The body was found in one of the snowdrifts, frozen to death. Seems as if he had been hunting something, as his lantern was near by. Strange that anyone should go out on that night of all nights, as the storm of Janu- ary 5th, was the worst ever seen in these parts.” “Why, Bob, that’s the night Aunt Mary died, she died at twelve, you know.” LOIS E. POE, ’22. END I'tige Fifty Seven The Hassayamfrer 1 “Who Knows?” I' OE BRANDON, Corporal of the 36th Cavalry on the Mexican border, was digging a grave. It was the custom of the soldiers before a skirmish to dig the graves of those who inevitably should fall. It was usually rather a quiet procedure; perhaps they were wondering who would occupy the one they were digging. The grave Joe Brandon was digging was a little removed from the rest on a little hill. It was in a pretty, quiet spot, a natural glade, surrounded by trees. All around grew tall grasses that made a rustling sound when the wind blew. He had a special purpose for this grave. It was for his comrade, his best pal, Ted Sterling. He didn’t exactly expect him to die (though he was to lead an expedition that very day), but he thought Ted ought not be buried with all the rest, but should have a place apart. He wanted a fitting grave if he should die. His work was finally completed, and he stood gazing at it .with satisfaction. Yes, it was a fitting place. Just such a place would he himself like to be buried in when he should die. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of steps approaching, and turning he saw Ted, himself, tall, well-built, with sunny light hair and a bright, boyish smile. “We leave now, he said. “So long.” They grasped hands, then Ted said casually looking at the freshly dug hole, “Who is this for?” It would never do to tell him it was his. So, “Who knows?” Joe Brandon said. It was mid-afternoon when the rider came galloping up to the camp, hot, and on a dripping pony. He was after re-enforcements. Sterling’s company had met with a larger force than they had expected. They were fighting in a little grove, half surrounded by the Mexican bandits, who outnumbered them. He had barely escaped with his own life to get here for help. Joe Brandon mounted with the rest who rode to aid their comrades. It was a hard battle, one that will be long remembered by those who fought in it; it was a fierce battle, but in the end the soldiers were victorious, and the scat- tered Mexicans fled over the border. It was a battle which cost dear, for the little force that rode slowly back to camp, under the stars, was much smaller than it had been in the morning. Many a comrade was left lying in the grove. The next day some of the bodies were brought back to camp, and laid to rest in the graves dug on the hill; others were buried where they fell. Among the bodies brought back to camp was the body of Joe Brandon. Ted Sterling helped lift it out of the cart. “There’s a little grave in the hollow,” he said, “that he dug, himself, yesterday. He deserves it, I saw him die.” Silently they carried him there, and Ted Sterling helped lay him in and close the earth over his head. “It’s rather a strange coincidence,” said an officer. “But he told me yesterday that he dug this grave for you. He gave me express instructions before he left, that if you were killed you should be buried here.” A strange look crossed the other’s face, and he looked out over the trees. “He saved my life yesterday,” he finally said. “I was separated a little from the rest, and fighting on foot, when three of the bandits came through the bushes, only one armed with a gun, the other two with knives. I killed the one with a gun with my last shot, and while I reached for my cartridges, my foot slipped under a root and I fell. The one with a knife was about to jab me when Brandon came up and shot him. I struggled to get up, but my foot was caught; and when I did get loose by taking off my shoe, the remaining one had shot Brandon twice with the dead man’s rifle. He had used all his shot though, and I got him with the knife.” There was silence for a moment, and then Ted Sterling smoothed the dirt over the 7 'he Hassay amper Song to Smoke Oh, smoke, that flings yourself a thin, gray veil, Across the paleness of the morning sky, Tell me, for you know, will the day be fair, As it would seem to be? Your upward trail Should know. You lazy wisp of noon-day smoke that drifts, And knows no thing, nor comes nor goes a place, “What good are you?” I ask. You answer not. You do not hark! You do not heed! You’re gone. And what know you, you curling smoke that goes Into the crimson sunset clouds at last? You rise from busy evening fires where men Gather at supper time and hungry are. Don’t you ? But last and best of all the smoke, I see The smoke my father’s pipe gives forth. And I Watch him before the fire beneath the light, The evening news before him. That, I know, Is home. E. M. RANDALL, ’21. A Legend of Granite Mountain WHO has not beheld the door in Granite Mountain? Just at eventide, when dusk stretches forth long, purple fingers to hide and engulf the mountain, this door stands wide open, and one (from a distance only) may catch a glimpse into the black, shadowy depths behind. The ancients, those wise old redmen who lived in a time when Manitou, the maker of the earth, was not so careful to hide the mysteries of the world from the prying eyes of the man, declare that this door has always been there. And this is the legend about it which they have handed down to their children’s children. Long, long ago, when Manitou was first fashioning the world, he asked the aid of his beautiful daughter, Darkness. She came forth from the lands where the spirits live, and letting down her long, black hair, it fell over the whole earth and made it dark. This, the Great Spirit ordered, that his enemies might not see and hinder him in the making of his new creation. But, alas, Darkness was as evil as she was beautiful. When Manitou had fin- ished his work and wished his fair son, Light, to rule over the world, she grew jealous and refused to leave the earth. Then, great was Manitou’s wrath! He ordered and threatened, and finally she agreed to let her brother occupy her place for one-half of the time, and with this the Great Spirit had to be content. Now, as Darkness had disobeyed her father, she was forever barred from the happy spirit land. So Manitou erected on the earth a huge mountain and covered it with blue-gray rocks. Inside it he made a deep, dark cave. Through the mountain, leading to this cave, he cut a large door, but so cunningly concealed that man with his feeble eye cannot discern it unless it stands wide open. And only twice during the day is it so. Once, when the last light of day is fading, it slowly opens and Dark- ness slips quickly out. Then in the early dawn, when Light mounts into the sky, the door again stirs and swings outward, and Darkness, casting regretful glances over her shoulder, creeps into her hiding place, drawing her black hair after her. The great dcor dcscs and is again invisible to the sight of man. MARGARET HILL, ’22. 1‘tige Fifty-Nine The Hassayamper A Strange I ight Y OU ask me if I think that man will ever be able to make himself invisible. Do you remember Buddy Clark? No? Well, he was one of the sort that always had his lessons in school, and was never known to study. You remember he was the Head Chemist of the Drum Dye Works when he suddenly disappeared. He had a private laboratory, and told me that he was on the track of a paint that would make things invisible. We were in his laboratory one day, and he was about to give up the quest, when we saw the shadow of a man moving about the room, but there was no man to be seen. Just then we heard a loud laugh and somebody said, “Foolish man! I have found the secret of invisibility. I alone will ever know this secret paint.” We jumped up but the shadow moved swiftly out of the room. My friend told me to get out, and he started mixing chemicals with renewed energy. Six weeks later he called me on the ’phone, and with triumph in his voice, told me to come to the laboratory. When I arrived, he told me to look in a pot. I did, but I couldn’t see anything. He told me to put my finger in the pot. I did and felt a cool liquid, and when I drew my hand out. the finger was invisible. I had seen him perform too many wonders to be much surprised. He stripped, handed me a brush and com- manded me to paint him. I drew the brush across his chest and immediately the portion I had painted disappeared. While I was painting, he explained why it had taken him longer than he expected. He said, “This other braggart may be in- visible, but he casts a shadow. I developed a paint that doesn’t cast a shadow, but it gives off flashes. This is that paint.” He had a tennis racquet painted, so when I had finished, he invited me to play a game of tennis with him on his court right outside. I accepted, but it was a weird game. I would slam the ball over the net and the next moment it would come flying back. The only way I could tell that there was anybody on the other side of the net was by the flashes and the ball shooting back. Suddenly he stopped playing and said, “Here comes that bounder now!” and I saw the shadow approaching. That was the last I ever saw or heard of Buddy Clark. LESTER HASKELL, ’24. A Tragedy Young Percy—tired of toil and duties, And sick to death of all earth’s beauties— Hopeless and desperate. He pondered long on what to do, His shattered life to hasten to A timely end. A door stood wide—he went within, He looked around with a last sad grin Upon his face. Two bottles from the shelf he took, And eyed them with a doubtful look. “Snail I?” he thought He blinked, and with determined air, Mixed them in a bottle there, And gulped it down. He waited for his life to go. Alas! the concoction was H20— He’s still alive. By Anybody. Page Sixty The Hassay am per The Hassayamper .Junior-Senior Picnic INSTEAD of a banquet, the Class of ’21 entertained the graduating class with a picnic. The crowd assembled at the High School at five o’clock in the afternoon, and in jolly groups, walked to the picnic grounds. Al- though the ice cream was taken out in a ear. it arrived safely, and together with the rest of the eats, was greatly enjoyed after the pleasant walk. After- wards everyone sat around the campfire in the growing dusk, singing songs and having a good time in general. During this time the Senior prophecy was sung by the Juniors. Class Prophecy for 20 In a high school, in a high school. Was a class of brilliant stars. Most of whom will leave this haven To a land behind the bars— (Bunch of crooks!) Chorus: Oh. how woeful—Oh, how doleful! Is this awful looking bunch— And the reason they are with us, Is because they crave the lunch Chorus: Dorothy Martin, cruel eeature— Pulled the legs all off a fly; And they sent her to the state pen: There she’ll linger ’till she’ll die— (Like the fly.) Chorus: Now we see that ardent Arthur On his knees before a maid. Spouting vows of warm devotion, lint she laughs at all lie said. (That’s why he attempted suicide, was apprehended in the act and was confined in the state institution for those whose mentality has become impaired.) Chorus: Here’s fair Inez, her heart’s heavy Since she lost her flashy beau. She has left all earthy pleasures. To a. convent she did go. (This is what conies from being a vamp.) Kenneth Walker—lie’s some talker. Bachelor man—’n everything— In his youth some maiden foiled him. And she kept his sparkling ring (A case where a crook cluldn’t catch a crook—we wondered where the ring came from in the first place.) Chorus: Pretty Evvie—budding beauty— Played Bianca like a queen; A director saw her talent, Made her famous on the screen. (That’s where our money goes. Full House at the Elks.) Chorus: Come right this way! Come right this way! See the wonder of the age— Helen Allen, famous charmer. Taming angle-worms in a. cage. (Only 50 cents war tax paid.) Chorus: Deacon Jones and good wife. Helen. Of the church are pillars stout, In the plate he drops a nickel, But SHE takes a dollar out. (You bet!) Chorus: Crystal Summers, crystal gazer. In the future she does glance, Tell your fortune for a dollar. And for two she’li have a trance Page Sixty- Two The H assay amper Esther Swartz, learned bugologist. Catches insects by the score, But she carelessly caught a bumble- bee And it surely made her sore. (This is fair warning.) Chorus: “Gooey” Earnhart, wealthy hod- carrier, In a palace he doth dwell, ’Stead of clay bricks, carries gold bricks; lie has learned his business well. Chorus: Votes for women! Votes for women! Suffragette is Dorothy Hill— “Down with all mankind”—her motto; If she could, all men she’d kill. (Oh, cruel woman—what a wife.) Chorus: Esta Redden, vainest creature, In the pool her face she sought; But one day she fell in head first. Now poor Esta. she is nought. (Second Narcissus.) Chorus: In gay Paris, Anita Weil, In a charming evening gown, Sets the styles for all of Europe. And she makes her rivals frown. Dorothy Johnson, washer woman. From the clothes the buttons steals, Till at last the police caught her, Now the arm of law she feels. Chorus: Yvonne Morrison, fond of flying. Up into the air she soared. Till her aeroplane was swallowed By an angry black buzzard. (Sonic Bird!) Chorus: Laura Theobald, charming princess. Of the big Chief Eat-the-Pie. When she taught him Bible lessons, We surmise she wasn’t shy. Chorus: Thelma Apperson, daring villain, Into Mexico she fled; Now she’s joined fierce Villa’s bari- di ts; She has a price upon her head. (Thirty cents reward. Chance for easy money.) Chorus: Oil. how woeful, oh how doleful, Ts this awful looking bunch. And the reason they are with us, Is because they crave the lunch. Junior ‘ ‘Prom” 1920 The formal event of the year was the Junior Prom, given in honor of the Seniors. The P. H. S. auditorium was festooned with dainty American Beauty and pale turquoise blue flowers, hung from a lattice work of green. From the time the first guest was welcomed by the receiving line, until the last strains of “Home Sweet Home,” the evening was perfect. The gym doors were thrown open and the charmingly decorated porch served as a rendezvous 'where the guests retired between dances to have a breath of fresh air and some of the delicious punch. Page Sixty-Three he Hiissayiiinpcr I reshman Initiation Party The first party of the season was given by the Seniors in honor of the Freshmen. The first hour was given to “getting acquainted,” during which the Freshmen donned green lettered bibs, and were formally introduced. All during the evening these joyous little creatures were entertained by all- day-suckers. After everyone felt acquainted, the music was started and the grand rush for partners began. Vernice Schaffer and Joe Young, who won the Freshman prize waltz, were presented with a splendiferous boquet of sunflowers (picked by Miss Healy in the heat of the afternoon.) The hall was simply decorated, dainty pink and blue parasols were hung from the ceiling, with garlands of pink and blue flowers strung between. JCNIOR DANCE The Juniors, being very original, hung moons and stars from a ceiling of cloudy blue, thus calling down upon their heads, words of greatest praise. The dance was peppy from beginning to end. A number of special dances made things exciting. The prize waltz was won by Alice Keif and Jack Mills. The prizes, a teething ring and a fancy rattle, were thought by everyone to be appropriate. Ask anyone who was there and they will tell you they had a wonderful time trying to keep stars and moons out of their eyes as they glided along. SOPIIOMOKK ATHLETIC DANCE Football! Athletics! That’s the stuff! So thought the Sophomores, for their first dance was given in honor of the Flagstaff football team, after a thrilling game between the two teams. Footballs, tennis racquets, basketballs, and baseball’bats were arranged in the High School Gymnasium. The Sophomores also won the admiration of many, by producing a “peppy” school orchestra, composed of Helen Finlayson, pianist; Gilbert Rees, mandolin; Harry Southworth. saxophone, and Ralph Weiland. drums. This was their first appearance and it proved a success. Coaches Napier and Thomas added greatly to the joy of the evening by keeping things moving in tin “Gents' Tag.” The Flagstaff team was on the scene and proved that they. too. knew as much (or more) about dancing as they did about football. DANCE FOR WINSLOW Early to bed. early to rise—so P. II. S. thought when they scheduled a party given in honor of Winslow football team at 7 p. m. Although the game of the afternoon was more of a swimming contest than a football game, the dance was all that could be expected of a dance, regardless of the mud outside. Sixty-Four Freshman Dance The Hassay am per The Friday before Thanksgiving: the Freshmen entertained. Although admission was charged, the usual crowd appeared and enjoyed themselves greatly until eleven bells—when good old “Home Sweet Home” burst from the regions of the orchestra. SENIOR HOP The last formal dance that was given by the Class ’21 proved a grand success. The Christmas colors used, showed off to great advantage. The auditorium was festooned with evergreens, and draped with red crepe paper. The six-piece orchestra, screened behind graceful boughs, gave vent to such spirited music, that everyone felt the jollity that pervades such an occasion. The “Hop” was allowed to continue until the midnight hour. Everyone left highly satisfied, and in rollicking holiday spirits. IN HONOR OF TEMPE A dance was given in honor of the Tempe basketball boys. After two hard fought games, everyone was glad to think of and do something else. The dance broke up in time for the visiting team to catch their train home. Although our boys lost both games, they were still able to dance and enjoy it. FAREWELL DANCE TO MAXINE When it was learned that one of our most popular Seniors was to leave us, the Junior and Senior boys hastily arranged a farewell party, on January 28. The whole High School was invited, but the crowd which assembled that evening, consisted mostly of Juniors and Seniors. Games were intermingled with dancing throughout the evening. Every- one had a good time in spite of many sorrowful glances ease in Maxine’s direction. Weeping played a very prominent part. The refreshments, consisting of ice cream and cake, were in no wise neglected. Vs ' Six ty- h ive The H assay amper Personal Liberty We have no persona! liberties, So Mr. Espy said. Unless we go to a desert isle And live there till we’re dead. Mr. Espy also said That everything: we do; Influences someone more or less. I don’t agree, do you? He said that personal liberties Are ended long: before They ever can be carried out, And then we have no more. I think that we have liberties Althougrh not to extremes; 1 wish that Mr. Espy could Make clear just what he means. FANNY JACOBY ’21. Am! YeI ---A Silhouette AS we were 4 4 WALKING down tf THE street ¥ V ONE evening 44 WE glanced into 4 4 4 A WINDOW and 4 4 4 SAW the silhouette 4 4 4 OF a very 4 4 4 WORTHY and dignified 4 4 4 PERSON. 4 4 4 NO sounds were 4 4 4 AUDIBLE, but 4 4 4 WE could 4 4 4 IMAGINE the 4 4 4 SOUNDS that WERE taking place 4 4 4 IN the drawing 4 4 4 ROOM. 4 4 4 WE stood for 4 4 4 A MINUTE and $ ¥ LOOKED in that $ WINDOW, and 4 4 4 WONDERED if 4 4 4 MR. ESPY knew 4 4 4 WHAT a picture 4 4 4 HE made, standing 4 4 4 THERE, serenading 4 4 4 A COUPLE more 4 4 4 FRIEND teachers. I thank you. (With apologies to K. C. B.) Page Sixty-Six The Hassayamper Pa$e Sixty-Seven The Hassayantpet' 1920 —Baseball—1920 WE opened the season with high hopes and expectations. We had seven of our old team members left (Ed Sweeney and Marsh Smith being the only two who graduated) and much fine material which threatened even to displace some of the old players, (loach Brockhonse proved to know the game well and showed he was not too old. himself, to enter our practice games. Suits for the first time were ordered, and once in possession of these, we felt like (if we did not become) better players. Our first game was with Clarkdale, our main baseball rival, in which we managed to defeat them on our own field by a score of 16-11. The second game, also with Clarkdale. on their field, gave us another victory, but proved to In far from a walk-awav . It was a ten-inning game in which we secured tin winning run at the beginning of the tenth inning, ending the game with a 4 to 3 victory. For a final try-out we secured a game with Winslow to be played on Flagstaff’s field at the time of the Northern Arizona Track Tournament. The game ended in a disaster, a 6-5 defeat. The Line-up 1 Catcher..................................Jack Barrett Pitcher...............(Captain) Ralph Weiland First Base Ilarry Kouthworth Second Base....................Alvin Thompson Shortstop..................................Jack Mills I bird Base ...................Verne Jones Left Field.....................Eugene Weiland (enter Field.............................Donald Bradley High) Field.........................Harold Poe Subs—Arthur Thompson and Max Escher Track rr' RA( K was given a, boost last Spring, and although we failed to take any prizes, to let them know we were on the map, we were represented in the State Track Tournament at Tucson. At the Northern Arizona Tournament, held in May. at Flagstaff, we took second place, the first being won by Flagstaff. We are proud of the fart that Gilbert Rees, a member of our team, won the individual cup. The letter men were Gilbert Rees, Dave Rees. Walter Earnhart and Verne Jones. r l‘agf Sixty-Eight The Hassayamfier Athletic Association HE Prscott High School Athletic Association was organized to promote, through representatives of the student body, clean, high-type, character- building sportsmanship. This is brought about by demands made on broad scholarships and physical fitness. Representatives are elected from the classes and faculty. They are as follows: SENIORS Vera Jackson, Secretary Alvin Thompson. President SOPHOMORES Harry Southworth Helen Finlavson JUNIORS Lois Poe Eugene Weiland, Vice-President FRESHMEN Esther Devin Marion Ross FACULTY Mr. Martin Mr. Moore Miss Hopkins Mr. Napier 1’aR c Sixty-Nine The Hassayarnfier 1920—Football—1920 Coaches—John H. Napier and T. H. Thomas Line-ufi Kenneth Harrison, Center Donald Bradley, Deft Tackle Edwin Marshall, Eight Guard Jack Mills. Right End Jack Barrett. Fullback Alvin Thompson, Left Half Dave Rees, Left Guard Ralph Weiland, Left End Wells Heap, Right Tackle Max fischer, Quarterback Eugene Weiland. Right Half Last fall was the first time in three years Prescott High School has had a football team. Two years ago the influenza made it necessary that school be closed during the season, and last year the lack of recruits for practice brought about another fruitless season. But a repetition of the circumstances of last year we all felt could not occur again when Coach Thomas, in his introductory speech before the assembly, told us emphatically we would have a football team if it took the five men faculty members to make it for us. His word held good, and although it was entirely inexperienced material which he and Napier worked with, they built out of it a Northern Arizona Cham- pionship Squad. PRELIMINARY GAMES WITH HOME TEAMS As soon as the team was organized, we played two games with home teams. The first, the one with the Alumni, proved an easy victory for the school graduates, defeating us 24-0. Our next practice game was with the railroad shops and this was as easy a victory for us as the other was for the Alumni. The score was 42-0 in our favor. FLAGSTAFF NORMAL VS. BADGERS On the Saturday morning of October 16th, on the home field, our team played its first outside game with Flagstaff Normal. This was the first game in the fight for the Northern Arizona Championship and both teams planned on playing their hardest to win it. Thomas instructed the P. H. S. eleven to use only straight football, for wre did not want to let out as yet our aerial style of play. The game was a hard fought one, but Prescott, although lighter in weight, managed to gain two touchdowns to Flagstaff’s none. The first was made in the first half by Gene Weiland on plunges; the second in the last half by “Lefty” Thompson on an intercepted forward pass. The final score was 12-0 in Prescott’s favor. THE SECOND FLAGSTAFF NORMAL GAME VS. BADGERS Our second game of the season was played also with Flagstaff on Flag- staff’s field, on October 23rd. This game gave us our first experience at playing in mud and a snow storm. As before, we played the open game and within the first five minutes of play, a pass, from Barrett to Ralph Weiland Pane Seventy The H assayar iper on a end, netted us our first and only touchdown. The team then fell hack on the defensive, kicking every time the ball came into its possession. Several times the Normalites were within our ten-yard line and it was then Prescott’s line gave proof of its grit and training. All Flagstaff’s attempts to cross our line failed and the game ended with another victory for us. Prescott, 6; Flagstaff, 0. TIIE GAME WITH WINSLOW On October 30th we played on the home field with Winslow the last game for the Northern Arizona Championship. It was a game only in name, for the mud and rain made it impossible to play as either team would have played otherwise. Time was called at the end of the first half, and the score 0-0. was declared. The failure to play the game caused some difficulty in deciding the Northern Arizona Championship, yet we obtained a clear claim to it when the Flagstaff Normal, whom we defeated twice, defeated Winslow in two games. THE GAME WITH PHOENIX We were not satisfied with the glory of being Champions of Northern Arizona. We wanted the State Championship and set out confidently to get it. Phoenix was our aim. and on November 6th. we met the Southern Champions on their own field of battle. The less said on our part about tin- rest of that slaughter, the better. It is only necessary to state that, as foot- ball players, we take off our hats to Gilliland and Rosser, halfs of the Phoenix eleven. The final score was Phoenix, 81 ; Prescott. 0. Page Sen nly- One The Hassayamfier P. H. S. Basketball Team Girls’ Basketball earn TIIE girls’ team of ’21 has won many a victory for old P. H. S., and is a team of which to be proud. Helen Finlayson. our jumping center, was able to out-jump the centers of opposing teams, while Tressye Napier, running center, always seemed to be where she was most needed, and carried out the signals. Due to the quickness and good team-work of the guards, Vera Jackson, captain, and Lois Poe. manager, the ball was usually obtained from the opposing forwards and passed to the centers, who made a habit of getting it to our forwards. Ruth Lawrence and Mary Route, known for their quick team-work and skill in sending the ball through the basket. Our two subs, Mollie Merritt and Dorothy Coburn, were always ready to do their share, whether it was to center, forward or guard. Gone, but not forgotten, is our guard Maxine Davis, who made quite a. record here; and we believe that the L. A. High will soon discover her skill as a basketball player. Our coach, Miss Hopkins, aided by Miss Lawrence, was always on hand coaching, and encouraging the team. The team was defeated but once, and we hope that the team of ’22 will carry one the pace set by the team of ’21. Jerome 8 Record At Prescotr Prescott 20 Jerome 13 At Jerome Prescott 19 Winslow 17 At Prescott Prescott 18 Winslow 17 At Flagstaff Prescott 9 Flagstaff 11 At Prescott Prescott 23 Williams 9 At Flagstaff Prescott 34 Opponents 75 Total Prescott 130 Page Seventy-Two The Hassayamper Badger Basketball Team A Review of the Badgers’ Basketball Season In looking back over the basketball season just closed, Prescott casaba fans have good reason to be proud of the showing the Badgers made this season. PRESCOTT VS. CLARKDALE: In the first game of the season, the Badgers walked away with Clarkdale, Thompson, the Badgers’ guard starring. PRESCOTT VS. TEMPE NORMAL: The next two games were played with a team that was out of the High School class, and were played chiefly for practice games. The first half of the first game Tempe was leading by a big margin, but in tin last half the Badgers came hack and held the score to 31-20 in Tempe’s favor. The last game was hotly contested, but Tempe won by 2 i-12. Rollins. Tempe forward, was the star of both games. BADGERS VS. JEROME, JAN. 21 : The Badgers won easily from Jerome 30-14, despite Ihe absence of Captain Heap, who was ill. BADGERS VS. CLARKDALE, JAN 20: With Heap still out of the lineup, the Badgers won a close game from Clarkdale on her own court, 17-15. Our boys were not accustomed to the out-door court, and they seemed to have trouble in locating the basket. BADGERS VS. FLAGSTAFF NORMAL, FEB. 3: In this game until near the end of the first half, with three of the first team members. Heap, Bradley and Poe on the sidelines, the game proved to be sport for the Flag- staffers, who ran up a 13-3 score on us. In the second half, with five regulars in the contest, the Badgers came back, and in a whirlwind finish defeated Flagstaff by a score of 24 to 23. Page Seventy- Three The Hassayamper BADGERS VS. COYOTES (PHOENIX IIIGII), FEB. 11, 12: The Coyotes next came up out of the valley, fresh from their victories over the U. of A., second team and Tempe Normal, and very confident of taking the scalp of the Badgers. In the first game the heavy Phoenix team was literally swept off their feet by the fast Badgers, the final score being 34-20. It was the worst defeat Phoenix had suffered in years, and the first defeat administered to it by Prescott in athletics for many years. The whole Prescott team did fine work. The second game was much closer, the Coyote five playing more of a defense in their efforts to stop the Badgers. Slogle and Davis, of Phoenix, did good work, but Bradley was the shining star of the game, making five long shots in the last half, which won the game, 24-21. BADGERS VS. JEROME, FEB. 15: This was played on Jerome’s court and was very rough,, t lire� � Jerome and two Prescott players being ordered off the floor for roughness. The final score was 29-9 in the Badgers’ favor. NORTHERN ARIZONA CHAMPIONSHIP TOUR: In order to decide in the quickest way, which team should represent the North in Tucson, the following week, and incidentally which was the Champion of N. A., a tourna- ment was arranged to be held at Flagstaff on the 18th and 19th of February. Prescott was on hand with colors flying and, in all. there were five teams represented, namely, Prescott, Winslow. Holbrook, Williams and Jerome. Winslow, the same day. put Jerome out of the rontest. and Williams, badly defeated by the Normal, withdrew, leaving Prescott and Winslow the only remaining teams. The Normal, not being a. high school, could not compete. BADGERS VS. HOLBROOK. FEB. 18: The first game of the tourna- ment was played with Holbrook Friday morning. This was an easy game, the Badgers winning 48-28. The whole team played well. Thompson and Southworth being high point men with seven and eight baskets, respectively. BADGERS S. WINSLOW. FEB. 19: In tin final game of the High School elimination, the Badgers started with a rush, obtaining a six-poinl lead in the first eight minutes of play. Then Southworth’s ankle was injured, and he was taken out. Finally, when Heap and Thompson were put out for personals, there was nothing to do but put Southworth in as a dummy for- ward. This was done and the Badgers won the N. A. championship. 19-18. STATE TOl RNAMENT. FEB. 25-26: With a new combination hastily thrown together because of Southworth’s injury, and with but two days’ practice, the Badgers left for Tucson to try for tile State shampionship. The first game was won from them in the last minute of play by Globe. 25-23. The next game, a new combination was started and a close game was won from Bisbee, 28-26. The last game was lost to Gilbert. 28-21. The strain of five games in eleven days, and two long road trips, told on the team, and they couldn’t stand the pace the second half. Page Seventy-Four The H assay cun per Team The following men are to be awarded letters: Poe .......................... Forward Southworth ................... Forward Heap .......................... Center Bradley ........................ Guard Thompson ....................... Guard Poe played an excellent game at forward, this being li is first year as a letter man. In another year be should give someone a close run for all-state forward. Southworth was an exceptionally good floor man and shot, he being picked for all-Northern Arizona forward. He has two more years in High School and should make a wonder next year. : Heap was one of the best centers in the state. He out-jumped every opposing center he met, and after getting the tap. he dropped back under the basket as a loaf guard. His defensive work in this respect was so good that he was selected as all-state guard. Bradley was a good type of floor guard, lie was always cool, a good dribbler and hard fighter. lie was a good distance shot, practically winning the last Phoenix game by his spectacular long shots. lie was mentioned for allstate selection and came very near it. He was chosen for a place on al'- Northern Arizona team. With another year’s experience he should succeed. ‘Lefty” Thompson was the smallest man on the team, but the hardest and fastest. He was always ready to give and take knocks with the biggest of them all. “Lefty” was a very valuable man because of his floor work and basket shooting ability. Max Escher, Ralph Weiland and Gene Weiland all did excellent work through the season as subs. They played in a number of games, proving their worth, and in another year should win regular places. The Record (larkdale li) Prescott 37 Tempe 31 Prescott 20 Tempe 26 Prescott 12 Jerome 14 Prescott 36 ('larkdale 15 Prescott 17 Flagstaff 23 Prescott 24 Phoenix 20 Prescott 34 Phoenix 20 Prescott 24 Jerome i) Prescott 2!) Holbrook 28 Prescott 48 Winslow 18 Prescott 1!) Globe 25 Prescott 23 Bisbee 26 Prescott 28 Gilbert 28 Prescott 21 Total 302 Total 372 Page Seventy-Five The Hassayamfier Senior Girls' Basket ball Team Senior Boys' Basketball Team Pa e Seventy-Six ■I The Hassayamper Junior Girls’ Basketball Team Page Seventy-Seven Junior Boys’ Basketball Team The H assay am per Sophomore Girls' Basketball Team Sophomore Boys’ Basketball Team Page Seventy-Fight The Hassayamper Pane Seventy-Nine Freshmen Girls’ Basketball Team Freshman Boys’ Basketball Team 7 he Hassay unifier f.Cptrial in th Inum.il.Mmr r ri A«;s I I I |,|, |«; t .owned victors of tii«' Northern tnyn.ia Ha-� - kerhall tournament | lie PrexUlt Badgers tomorrow will dcp.iri t..r_———--- 1 PHOENIX COYOTES ARE BEMJ SOUNDLY BY PRESCOTT QUINTET my CROSS BUCK) Taps having sounded Saturday j.icro«s the gridirons oi America, one •of the greatest lootball wagons in |i the history of tiie game passe� into! I history. i Never in the annals of the game 'have uch crowds packed the bulg-1 ing howls and the serried stadiums i More than 8U.0G0 were jammed into', the Yale bowl and at least one- || tenth of that number was drmcjL miitance. Nor were senre places less t'avort Narrowing the louse, focuses exclusively on , Ona, we find-'even he jtion to the rule. Inter • lacking anywhere. Altho a high school game here much travel aud monetae ture as a college game it. I lte only fly iu the oint | I the suspension of I’resaj ■chool from the associati' rather flimsy charge. Thi w.tli r. had rainstorm which, c«l Winslow and Prescott thug their dispute on the instead of iu the coinmitt mg destroyed what would i have been the end oi a season. Winslow’s claims to the pionship never were very clc I he records which we hav piled show them to he a ter nly mediocre ability. In th ginning of the season, the V warriors looked like a million lars, having defeated Callup 0 ) and rijgslaff Junior High SO t nt these were teams inferior „ . . . t wa. Ihe biggest I group of men who recently defeated, Opinton on what was the £ 8 Tf|npe Nofmal. to whom tin tews of yesterday worn I |, re .,.,„|y fr|| vKinn. and tin. h “ - •«'' there ts one group m Coyote made the local hoys |s quite satisfied that om vm • ,n maintain their lead irecedcnce over all iroup is the Prescott iml the evejit others. High reboot That 1 work hard, to maintain cverv Phoenix basket .� distance, the ex work of Bradley. Heap who played K-ntmg them from f baskets. Nitons, Poe and’ jnuing goals and rr lh« court ihj fi- ll' © w it : and b r battle iof nth weight, age and experience. —- � . LACST. caicl fronted by Flagstaff Normal. u7 1 ••‘r� '� � '. .Yuiin.il, | I l) i • 'itio . _ uCti-'b team more in their class, they drl , sS irons )a vv,o to s r' -rue potc� l'a lo Ptc prd both games As Prescott dNX c0vw� rd h� fd'y «, noar'«f , .i.c ha d°. ir , ow«' tested the Normal in both of tiilyAtd tV,c gatttC ior 1r ’ ? d worked • With tov . crimes. Winslow is relegated to rvu 'V'L .-netted V'C „,,n$t the y- , x.vatd . ,«r� Ucd to „ --------------------------__---------------1 „ a v , nA� y 3-yard b e J Badges � ££ « oi «Eiw- -• V� z -r r r £ iNottbcth .,.� e. a arengt the Yol 4 « • o� u „ «o� h 10 V«� ‘ « l c cott’� cU ,0w alone U-A Pri.T reined ''OT0'Cn'w‘d Uv tart ° to g‘v iron' lb «o rib Page Eighty The Hassayarnper H?ar?ra of tit? IG?tt?r Vera Jackson................. Basketball ’20, ’21 Lois Poe..................... Basketball ’20. ’21 Helen Finlayson.............. Basketball ’21 Mary Bunte................... Basketball ’21 Ruth Lawrence................ Basketball ’21 Tmssye Napier................ Basketball ’21 Maxine Davis................. Basketball ’20 Donald Bradley............... Football ’20 Baseball ’19. ’20. ’21 Basketball ’20. '21 Wells Heap................... Football ’20 Baseball ’19 Basketball ’20. ’21 Harold Poe................... Football ’20 Baseball ’19. ’20. ’21 Basketball ’21 Alvin Thompson............... Football ’20 Baseball T9. ’20, ’21 Basketball ’20. ’21 Harry Southworth............. Baseball ’20. 21 Basketball ’20. ’21 Jack Mills................... Football ’20 Baseball ’20 dene Weil and................ Football ’20 Baseball T9. ’20. ’21 Kenneth Harrison............. Football ’20 dillnrt Rees................. Basketball ’20 Track ’20 Max Escher................... Football ’20 Basketball ’20 Jack Barrett................. Football ’20 Baseball T9, ’20 Ed. Marshall................. Football ’20 Dave Rees.................... Football ’20 Track ’20 Ralph Weiland................ Football ’20 Baseball T9, ’20. '21 Basketball '20 Page Eighty-One The Hassayawfler Sept. 4. Sept. 6. Sept. 7. Sept. 17. Sept. 22. Sept. 27. Oct. 4. Oct. 7. Oct. 8. Oct. 12. Oct. 15. Oct. 16. Oct. 22. Oct. 28. Oct. 25. Oct. 26. Oct. 27. Oct. 28. Oct. 30. Nov. 1. Nov. 2. Calendar We met them, as is supposed to be wiser than us. The girls were mheh impressed at some of the personally pulchritudinous personalities. However—wait ’till the end of the first six weeks. Who would have thought the little Freshies had so much hair? The walks out in front are strewn with their shorn locks. Football is beginning. Our first after lo! these many years. Senior dance for Freshies. Vernice Shaffer and Joe Young won the prize waltz, a glorious bouquet of good, old Prescott sunflowers. Members of Athletic Association elected from classes. Also yell leaders chosen. Game with Alumni. Oh Dear! Oh Dear! But wait until we really get started— Oh boy!! We’re all excited. It’s on account of our first victory. We beat the Shops. Note Mr. Espy’s hair cut. Gently plugging along. The good-lookers are as able to make us work as the other kind. Senioi'S 100 per cent in Athletic Assiciation Membership. The Freshies took themselves and some of their dear teachers for a nice picnic west of town. Close enough to home so they could get back before dark. Football with Flagstaff. We beat. We are getting started now. In the evening we will enjoy a little terpsichorean revelry in the old gym in honor of the visiting team. Our noble football team has gone forth to war. That is, they’ve gone to play the return game with Flagstaff. We all went down to see ’em off. They did just what Flagstaff didn’t want them to. And they played in mud in a snow-storm. Sleepy-heads in school today. Mr. Napier can hardly keep awake. Very grouchy. We’re having a joyful funeral for vanquished Flagstaff. Coffin under construction. We buried them “deep in the quiet grave.” Paul Amberg—undertaker. Wells Heap read a few words at the grave from “El Capitan Venano.” Our Principal told a joke in the assembly! We didn’t know it was ever done. Also apron and overall day. Some very peculiar garments. As Mr. B. Shakespeare remarked, “The apparel of’t proclaims the man.” Our first half-holiday this afternoon. Mr. Espy, diligent soul, doesn’t approve. Winslow came this P. M. Yo! Ho! the wind and the rain. Alas! the game had to be called off. A tie. It was a case of being stuck in the mud. Miss Lorbeer gives us much information concerning cocci-spirillae, and rod-like baccillae. We wonder if they wiggle and we all feel symptoms of something. Election day. We elected Thomas E. Campbell and Harding in the as- sembly. Wonder how near right we are. Page Eighty-Two The H assay aw [ter Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. .Ian. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Feb. Feb. 3. Exactly right. 4. Sulphur gas wafted on the breezes. Phew! Oh, well, anything to relieve the monotony. 5. Mile Hi recognition service for the new officers. Mrs. Powell, the field secretary, was with us. 6. Today our boys left for Phoenix. Here’s to you, Badgers! Do your “durndest.” Beg pardon. 9. Have you heard of the Phoenix game? The score was 81-0—(Phoenix’ favor). Poe and Bradley rather under the weather. Hard cider, dill pickles, mince pie, etcetera, had much to do with their condition. 10. Team back at practice. Altogether now. Are we down-hearted? NO!!! 11. Armistice day. Holiday. 19. Freshie dance. Very nice, indeed. 22. Bounced from the State Athletic Association. Oh, well, it’s a great life. 29. Thanksgiving. 1. Having a slight-er controversy over N. A. Champs. But now quoting a worthy member o four team—“They’ve pulled in their horns. 2. The Glee Club is putting off its concert till December 9th. Agony delayed. 3. Sophomore-Freshman weenie roast. They do love picnics. 7. Oh my! Get out the old gas mask; chemistry class is having its annual little joke. Senior vamps, rouge ’n everything. 8. Fortunate we still have our gas mask. Miss Angel lost her shoe in English IV. 12. Nothing happened, only it snowed. 18. Senior hop and Christmas dance. Very effective. Had a good time, didn’t you ? 1. Mile-Hi dance. New Year’s masquerade. Quite an affair. 2. Christmas vacation over. Everybody getting back to work with much zeal and pep ( ?) 4. Senior class pins arrive. Ain’t we proud? 7. Senior girls vs. mixed team. Seniors won. 8. We’re beginning to prepare for the fray. Exams two weeks off. 15. Too busy to do anything interesting. 21. Finis. The exams seem to have had a bad effect on the faculty: Mr. Napier out with tonsolitis; Mr. Thomas, with chickenpox; Mr. Espy, with something; Miss Douglass, with a bad cold; Miss Lawrence, with I don’t know what. 27. Maxine is leaving us. Junior-Senior boys give a farewell party. Eats ’n everything. 28, - Jack’s going, too; our class diminishes. 2. Two basketball games and first debate, all with Flagstaff, ahead of us. 5. We beat ’em in everything! The two debators after their first victory, have abandoned hats for the simple reason that none are able to en- compass their heads now. Eighty-Three The H assay am per � � Feb. 7. Feb. 10. Feb. 14. Feb. 15. Feb. 17. Feb. 21. Feb. 22. Feb. 23. Feb. 24. Feb. 25. Feb. 28. Mar. 1. Mar. 2. Mar. 3. Mar. 4. Mar. 5. Mar. 10. Mar. 14. Mar. 15. Mar. 16. Mar. 17. Mar. 23. Mar. 25. Two-dollar prize offered for the best yells or school song. Miss Bitner gets busy. Teachers don’t get much now-a-days, really. Do you s’pose she got the prize ? Ed Marshall’s our new yell-leader. We n-.et Phoenix at the 12:45 train. We do rather tremble at the pros- pect of this game. They beat Tempe and Tempe beat us. They must be some goal shooters. We beat ’em Friday night and Saturday night. Rah! Rah! Rah! for our side. Such a Valentine, and a half holiday, too! The boys’ basketball team returned victorious from Jerome. They are the worse for wear and their advice to the debaters is, “Take along a baseball bat. They’re wild!” We speed our teams off to Flagstaff to the N. A. Tournament. We wait with baited breath. Home again with honors. Specially Harry. Not everybody would play with a broken ankle. We’re N. A. champeens! Memorable G. W.’s birthday. We got the holiday but not before we had that dear little Chem. test. Our boys’ basketball team leaves at 3:30 for Tucson. Lefty forwarding in Southworth’s place. All the teachers hurried up and gave the bunch a fine send-off. Tests and all that. We wait news from the south. Mr. Louis Williams gives us an electrical entertainment. Seniors “gettin’ their pictures took.” The old camera’s having a pretty hard time. Our boys are home again. If Harry hadn’t been crippled—But why the vain regrets? Heap is a guard on the State team. Congratulations. The Chemistry class enjoyed eggs-a la-HCL. Ever eat ’em? Delishus! Also much picture taking. More fine weather for taking pictures. Mile-Hi representatives left today for Tempe State Conference. Debaters embark for Jerome. Also the Owl gave the basketball teams a banquet and dance. Debaters victorious. Great s’prise. Bolt from the blue as it were. A wedding in our midst. No, no, it’s only a teacher. And Mrs. Andres (nee Lawrence) refuses to speak a few words to the students. Diligently searching for knowledge, Betty Randall had a sodium explo- sion. Most exciting. Raining, raining, raining. And the sun came out again. Also Heap adorned in a most wonderful green necktie. “Sprig has cub a’d all the little birds have asba, and sdeeze and sdeeze and sdeeze.” Derby hats on our worthy Sesiors. More green. Good old St. Patrick. Sophomores are a high-rolling, rolicking bunch—second only to the Seniors. Gave us our first free eats. That was some picnic. The Hassayamper goes to press tomorrow. h'agc Eighty-Four The Hassayanipet PLACE—IN FRESHMEN ENGLISH CLASS. Thomas—(As he was reading: an argu- ment on “Which is most beneficial—to read Fiction or the Classics.”): “Fiction is very bad to read. It usually ends in a murder which is very destructive to a person”— Miss Bitner. “Yes. murders are always destructive.” Thomas: “But, Miss Bitner, I didn’t finish—Which is very destructive to a person’s ideals. He shaved his face and brushed his hair. Put on his Sunday clothes with care. Oh! Preparation! And then upon his feet he rode And walked a mile to her abode— Such transportation!! Upon his face he wore a smile And tho’t he’d stay for quite a while Oh expectation!!! And then he found her not at home— Oh! thunderation!!!! Napier: “Plummer, can’t you get your foot out of Poe’s way?” Plummer—(At football practice): “Not unless I put it around the end of the line.” Freshie: “He surely has a good voice, you ought to hear his whistle.” She loves me, I cried to the azure skies; She loves me, I listened, and then, Clear as a bell, the echo replied: She loves me again and again— But thunder! it was but my echo. Alice R.: “Why not tell the truth? Confession is good for the soul.” Regina D.: “Well, it may be good for the soul, but it’s decidedly bad for the reputation.” Jack Mills—(In English IV) trying to recall the theme of “Legende of Goode Wimmen.” “Why, it was about, er-er- let’s see, about Angels.” Mr. Espy: “No, indeed, Jack, it was about women, and angels and women can never be used synonomously.” • Mr. Espy—(In American Literature): “You have no right to criticize Poe’s personal faults, because you don’t have to live with him.” Lois Poe: “I do.” Roland Vaughan believes in prepared- ness. He is getting familiar with all the pictures in “Dante’s Inferno.” Maxine: “Why is it that handsome men are always disagreeable?” Jerome: “Oh, I always try to be agreeable.” Page Eighty-Five The Hassayamper REFLECTED IN THE SOCIAL MIRROR The leading social event of the week was a dinner party, given in honor of Miss Marjorie Hopkins’ birthday, by Mr. Herbert Espy. Those present were Miss Marjorie Hopkins and Mr. Herbert Espy. A good time was had by all. LEFT EARFUL. “I love my track,” the Senior told His Ma. “I do declare It is the finest sport because It keeps me in the air.” RIGHT EARFUL: “If air is all you wish,,” she said, My dear, why don’t you go Out in the garden afternoons And wield a wicked hoe?” Mr. Moore—(In General Science: “You know a human being and an ani- mal are very different. A cow, for in- stance, can go out in the pasture, eat grass, come back and give milk. Now a human being can’t do that.” “Look here, how long must I wait for the half portion of tne duck I ordered?” Till some one orders the other half. We can’t go out and kill half a duck for you.” ❖ I shot an arrow into the air; It fell to earth, I knew not where Until the man on whom it fell Came ’round to me and gave me— IN- FORMATION. Mr. Espy: “We will take Chaucer’s life tomorrow, so come prepared.” Max: “What’s the most nei-vous thing—next to a woman?” Gene W.: “Me, next to a woman.” Anna: “Yes, ma’am, it’s so much easier than using the dust pan.” Mother: “See, here, Anna, don’t you ever sweep under the bed?” Paul’s a smart lad; he can say his A, B, C’s up to B, without making more than one mistake. Heap: “When I say ‘Halt!’ bring the foot that is on the ground next to the one in the air and remain motionless.” « � Mr. Thomas: “When was the Revival of Learning?” Gilbert Rees: “Just before the ex animations.” First Person: “I hear that Dr. Heron visits Helen Blain every Saturday night.” Second Person. “Oh, yes, just like taking a bath.” Lives of Seniors all remind us We can make our lives a pest, And departing, leave behind us A feeling of relief and rest. —The Sophs. � WELL-THUMBED VOLUMES “The Art of Bragg-ing”—Mollie Mer- ritt. “A Review of Poe’s Works”—Eliza- beth Angel. “Deep Subjects”—“Wells” Heap. “Girls and Flivvers”—Gilbert Rees. “Ambitions of a Prima Donna”—Anna Healy. “Love Sonnets”—Helen Blain. Dandruff as defined by a brilliant Sophomore—“Dandruff is ivory dust.” Miss Hopkins—“Will you give us De Soto’s voyages?” Jerome—“Do you mean me?” Miss Hopkins—“No, 1 mean the first girl.” Mr. Espy—“If you wish to speak, hold up your hand, or something.” « Oh, the meanness of a Senior, when he’s mean, Oh, the leanness of a Junior, when he’s lean, But the meanness of the meanest And the leanness of the leanest Isn’t in it with the greeness— Of a Freshman when he’s green. � Miss Lawrence (Spanish IV)—Gilbert, when do you say, “Tengo mucha prisa.” (Translation: I am in a great hurry!) Gilbert—When I meet two girls in front of Shumates.” Page Eighty-Six 1 he Hassay am per SCRATCH MY HACK Miss Bitner—scolding an inattentive Freshie—“You are more apt to get into mischief when you slump down in your seat. When you sit on the middle of your back, you don’t keep yourself up to scratch!” . Flirt and the girls flirt with you. Flunk and you flunk alone. Mr. Moore—I hear that Miss Hopkins won’t travel on the Santa Fe. Mrs. Moore—Why’s that? Mr. Moore—Well, I guess it’s because she prefers the S. P. JUNIOR MOTTOS: J—Jazz ’em up. U—U tell ’em. N—’N everything. I—I’m the guy. O—O! Baby. R—Raspberry. •S—Say, Cull Betty R. receiving her proofs—“Is my mouth as big as that?” Mr. Bates—“My apparatus doesn’t lie, you know. Betty—“Well, for goodness sake, get one that does!” THE SONG OF A STUDENT Silently, one by one In the infinite notebooks of teachers Are noted the little zeros, Forget-me-nots of our knowledge. If you’ve studied oft’ on Sundays You won’t have a harp or wings; Nor will you go to Heaven, Where they have most desirable things. But. then, in regions balmy On the cinder paths below, You’ll find pleasure there in greeting— (Whom ?) All the teachers you used to know! . Mr. Espy: “What kind of verse did Spenser write?” Gilbert: Blank. V. Mr. Espy: That’s not right, Reese; but I always like to have people speak what’s on their minds.” Maxine (describing her ideal Nor- man: “He is big all around.” Regina: “Poe reminds me of the sea.” Don: “How’s that?” Regina: “He looks green, but some- times.he is awfully rough.” Miss Hopkins: “Harry, you had bet- ter look in your appendix for that verb.” Harry: “Sorry, but I had mine taken out last year.” � Miss Bitner—A la Freshman. “She has brown hair, wears glasses, and has extravagant blue eyes.” Mollie Merritt—(In Civics): “The Grand Jurors are sworn to secrecy and tell all they know.” Hadley Hicks—(In Spanish): Well, Miss Lawrence, what do you think of this subject?” Miss Lawrence: “I don’t think—I know!” Hadley: “I’m in the same fix—I don’t think I know.” POPULAR P. H. S. U TELL EMS You tell ’em Katherine, you’ve got a Hart. You tell ’em Wells, you know a Heap. You tell ’em Walter, if Poe won’t Mar- shall You tell ’em Clarence, you’re Irish. You tell ’em Margaret, you know Wat’s-on. You tell ’em hydrogen sulfide, you’ve got the scent. You tell ’em Jerry, you can Carrol. You tell ’em Mollie, you deserve Mer- ritt. Salesman: “Socks? What number do you wear?” Jerry N.: “Two! Do I look like a centipede?” Our young English pedagogue. Herb, Does the corridors’ stillness disturb Singing sonnets most sweet To Miss Marjorie, petite, No way else he his passions can curb. }'ate EighlyScven The Uassayaii per Alumni IT has, heretofore, been the custom to have printed, in “The Hassayamper,’’ the Alumni of all the preceding years. This year, however, a new policy has been adopted; namely, to print only the names of those who have graduated in the last five years. In so doing, we have not meant to forget the old graduates of P. H. S. who, we feel did so much to make the school what it is today; and who, in their vari- ous walks of life, are reflecting credit to the institution. However, the Alumni Class Roll has increased to such an extent that it is very difficult to find the correct data, and by shortening the roll we hope to do away with many of the errors, which even now inevitably occur. In behalf of the future Alumni editors, we ask all those interested and having pertinent information will co-operate and help make the Alumni section one worth while. 1916 Hazel Allen............................ Joe Andres............................. Lyla Campbell.......................... Harvey Carter.......................... Lonelva Stewart (Diskin)............... Helen Lamb (George).................... Jennie Healy........................... Millie Marks (Johnson)................. Mary King, Pomona College.............. Eleanor Meade (Lyons).................. Mary Farley (McElroy).................. Margaret McGrew........................ Muriel Tucker (McKinley)............... Melita Meade (Merritt)................. Thelma Milnes.......................... Mason Paine............................ Minnie Piper........................... Charles Reberger....................... Helen Riebling......................... John Robinson.......................... Edwin Sines............................ James Smith, University of Ariz........ LeRoy Thompson......................... Maude Woodward, Ore. Agricultural Col. Konk Yee............................... Bank Teller, State Bank.....Prescott, Ariz. Teacher.....................Prescott, Ariz. .Bookkeeper Hill Hdw........Prescott, Ariz. ............................Prescott, Ariz. ....;........................ Fresno, Calif. Physical Education............Jerome, Ariz. ■ -...........................Tucson, Ariz. student.....................Clarmont, Calif. ........................... Phoenix, Ariz. Humboldt, Ariz. Teacher....,..................Jerome, Ariz. .............................Phoenix, Ariz. ............................Prescott, Ariz. .......................Oakland, Calif. ■Tefchcr.....................Buckeye, Ariz. ..................................Idaho Teacher.....................Humboldt, Ariz. Mechanical Engineer.........Prescott, Ariz. Goodyear Rubber Co.......Los Angeles, Calif. Student.......................Tucson, Ariz. ............................. Oklahoma Student....................Corvallis, Ore. ♦ Annie Aiken.......................... Charles Born......................... Kathym Crawford, University of Ariz Mary Cromwell, University of Ariz.... Fay Davidson......................... Robert Flinn, Harvard University..... Blanche Foster, University of Ariz... George Gerson........................ Jack Hazeltine, Dartmouth............ Ola Henry............................ Helen Hobbs.......................... Gertrude Kent, Pomona College........ Ruth Merwin.......................... Arthur Morrow........................ Helen Keffer (Price)................. Grace Baldwin (Potoki)............... Rachel Redden........................ No Information. 1917 ..Teacher..............Jerome Junction, Ariz. ..Electrician..................Prescott, Ariz. ..Student ......................Tucson, Ariz. ..Student........................Tucson, Ariz. Western Lamp Co.......San Francisco, Calif. ..Student...........................Cambridge, Mass. ..Student........................Tucson, Ariz. ....Clerk, Model Cash Grocery, Prescott, Ariz. ..Student.......................Hanover, N. H. ..Teacher...................Clemenceau, Ariz. ..Pacific Mutual Life Ins...Los Angeles, Cal. Student.....................Clarmont,’ Cal ...............................Phoenix, Ariz. ..........................Urichsville, Ohio Sec’y to School Sup’t.........Jerome, Ariz. Teacher........................Jerome, Ariz. Page Eighty-Eight The Hassayamfier Frank Ryan................................... .........................Billings, Mont. Roy Striegel...............................Drug Store...................Prescott, Ariz. Catherine Tieman...........................Stenographer..................El Paso, Tex. Edwin Theobald.............................State Bank...................Prescott, Ariz. Ralph Thomas...............................U. S. Navy (Died in Service) Helena Voge................................Stenographer.................Prescott, Ariz. Bertha Kayser (Walker)..................................!..............Hackberry, Ariz. Caroline Brinkmeyer, University of Cal Ed. Cain.............................. Frank Cain............................ Dorothy Cornell, University of Cal.... Mary Swartz (Davis)................... Mildred Fehlman....................... Dorothy Crum (Hair)................... Sue Cable (Hall)...................... George Hill, University of Ariz....... Margaret Hobbs........................ Walter Murphy......................... Mary Payne, University of Ariz........ Esther Ross........................... Leo Stack............................. Blanche Weil.......................... Lincoln Young......................... 1918 ...Student.....................Berkeley, Ariz. ...Santa Fe....................Prescott. Ariz. ...Stitch Cain...............Prescott, Ariz. ...Student ......................Berkeley, Cal. ..............................Los Angeles, Cal. ...Stenographer..................Denver, Colo. .........................Salt Lake City, Utah ...Student.......................Tucson, Ariz. ...Pacific Mutual Life Ins., Los Angeles, Cal. ...............................Prescott, Ariz. ...Student.......................Tucson, Ariz. ...............................Prescott, Ariz. ...Stenographer................Prescott, Ariz. ...Bookkeeper, B. B. Store....Prescott, Ariz. 1919 Jean Aiken. Miss Bernard’s Kind’g’n SchoolStudent Mary Batten, Pomona College.............Student............. George Briggeman........................Vyne Bros........... Laura Curtis............................Swenson Roper..... Dorothy Richards (Daniels).................................. Lonnie Joe Durham, University of Idaho..Student............. Meyer Emerson, University of Ariz.......Student............. Earl Escher, University of Ariz.........Student............. Amelia Henry............................Stenographer........ Lawrence McMullen......................... ................ Ruth Roper, University of Calif.........Student............. Raymond Sines...........................Goodyear Rubber Co. Marsh Smith.............................Assistant at P .H. S, Dorothea Stuthman, University of S. Cal.Student............. Edward Sweeney..........................Owl Diug Store...... Vera Voge...............................Stenographer........ Berkeley, Calif. ...Clarmont, Calif. .....Prescott, Ariz. .....Prescott, Ariz. ....Mason City, la. ...Twin Falls, Idaho .....Tucson, Ariz. ......Tucson, Ariz. .....Prescott, Ariz. ..Los Angeles, Cal. ....Berkeley, Calif. ..Los Angeles, Calif. .....Prescott, Ariz. Los Angeles, Calif. .....Prescott, Ariz. .....Prescott, Ariz. 1920 Helen Allen, University of Ariz.........Student......... Thelma Apperson (Blount)................................ Evelyn Budd.............................Stenographer.... Helen Born.............................................. Walter Earnhart, University of Ariz.....Student......... Dorothy Johnson......................................... Yvonne Morrison (Lanning)............................... Dorothy Martin..........................Bank of Arizona Inez Poe (Pierce)....................................... Esta Redden, Lamson’s Business College..Student......... Crystal Summers, Normal School..........Student......... Esther Swartz...........................Stenographer.... Laura Theobald..........................Stenographer.... Arthur Thompson, University of Ariz.....Student......... Kenneth Walker..........................State Bank...... Anita Weil..............................Stenographer.... No Information. .......Tucson, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. .......Tucson, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. Los Angeles, Calif. .......Prescott, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. .......Phoenix, Ariz. .........Tempe, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. .......Tucson, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. ......Prescott, Ariz. Page Eighty-Nine The Hassayamfier The Ballad of Nothing Much Young William Prog sat on the bank, And loudly did he weep and wail; Ilis reason? It was very plain; Forsooth, this tadpole lost his tail. It happened just that afternoon, While swimming gaily round and round, lie looked back proudly at his tail; It was completely gone, he found. Of course, this was most sad, I know, But then each tadpole’s surely bound, To lose the tail lie cherished so. While swimming gaily round and round. And so he soon recovered. Prom this tragedy, I’m told, But this is not the worst by far. Of the story I ’ll unfold. That very afternoon, they say, The Ruler Bull Frog, large and fine, Visiting relatives in the pond, Was asked by them to stay and dine. He was the King of all the Frogs, In five pools and a bog— Ilis visit was an honor fo each and every frog. Now Mrs. Susie Frog prepared A dinner praised by one and all; With greatest pride she beamed on it And then—down William’s tail did fall. It lit in the soup, and Mrs. Frog, So busy, didnt see it fall; And in the soup she brought it in, Unseen by anyone at all. The King received that bowl of soup. Young William’s tail’s abiding abiding place, And right away he swallowed it— A look of torture crossed his face. lie choked and sputtered all in vain, The tail-bone fastened in his throat, And Doe Frog, summoned, sadly croaked, “His chance for living is remote.” So thus works cruel and heartless fate; The king soon died of ’pendicitis. And now I trust that you may see, How very great so small a mite is. BETTY RANDALL ’21. Page Ninety The H assay am per Page Nin ety-One The Hassayamper Qppmiatimt IA IIK Annual Staff, having been rearranged I four weeks before the Annual went to press, felt somewhat at sea, and dismayed. How- ever. with the willing co-operation and interest of the student body, the the faculty, the getting to- gether of the “Hassayamper” was not a task to be dreaded, but instead, one to he enjoyed. To the contributors of the various sections of this book, the members of the Hassayamper Staff extend their heart-felt thanks. We acknowledge our indebtedness to the following: To Weldon Humphrey, our artist, who has been kind and interested enough to devote his time to the art section of this book; to contributors of Snaps. Literature and Jokes; to Hiss Alice Bitner, and to Miss Anne Douglass. We wish to thank Mr. Bate, our photographer, for his co-operation and interest. We sincerely appreciate the assistance of The Courier, our publishers; and those, who, through their generosity have, more than anyone else, made this book possible—our advertisers. I'agi' Ninety- Two Phone 352 SERVICE GARAGE Dodge Motor Cars. G. M. C. Trucks Goodyear and Oldfield Tire� Where you get Service and Quality always. E. H. Mcllvain, Prop. YAVAPAI COUNTY SAVINGS BANK PRESCOTT, ARIZONA Interest ° ( on Deposits Have you laid up any savings for college? Think it over. ❖- C- PRE8C0TT FRONTIER DAYS folfol Prescott, Arizona, July 2-S-4-5 00 “Stay Cowboy” 0. A. HESLA CO. Watches, Diamonds. Jewelry, Phonographs and Records Eastman Kodaks and Optical Goods THE HALLMARK STORE A. H. Favour Kirkwood Huber A. G. Baker FAVOUR BAKER ATTORNEYS R. B. WE8TERVELT Attornev-at-Law Rank of Arizona Building, Prescott, Arizona Law Offices ROBERT E. MORRISON Bank of Arizona Building, Prescott, Arizona Bashford Building E. H. LO VER I DOE Attornev-at-Law Prescott, Arizona LeRoy Anderson A. H. Gale George W. Nilsson ANDERSON, GALE NILSSON Attorneys-at-Law Prescott State Bank Building Prescott, Arizona NORRIS NORRIS Attorneys Prescott State Bank Building, Prescott, Arizona “Courteous are we, and well we serve thee” The Bank of Arizona Prescott, Arizona THE OLDEST BANK IN ARIZONA Capital Paid in, $50,000 Surplus, $250,000 E. W. WELLS, President M. B. HAZELTINE, Vice-Pres. C. A. PETER, Cashier F. A. HATHAWAY, Ass’t Cashier J. N. HALL, Ass’t Cashier General Banking Business Transacted Safety Deposit Boxes Thankful Is He Who Pays by ('heck for he knows that he will receive a valid receipt—that his funds are safe—and that he uses the most economical and convenient medium of settlement. The Prescott State Bank, which has ex- cellent facilities for the transaction of all hanking business, invites your Checking Accounts. R. N. Fredericks, Pres. L. C. Derrick, Cashier J. C. PENNEY CO., Inc. r� 12 Busy Stores! PRY POOPS — OLOTHTNG — SHOES — NOTIONS FIRST REQUISITE HERE, IS QUALITY — PURITY — FRESHNESS — SERVICE E. A. KASTNER CO. Prescott, Arizona Cash Grocery Store SUPERIOR QUALITY PRINKS AND CANUTES Cigars—-Tobaccos Billiards FRED A. MAY Phone 211 Prescott, Arizona VYNE BROS. ELECTRIC COMPANY Everything Electrical Prescott, Arizona OPPOSITE POSTOFFICE BRINKMEYER’S HOTEL HENRY BRINKMEYER, Prop. Centrally Located, Near Plaza Montezuma Street Good, Comfortable Rooms; Tables Nicely Supplied and Prices Reasonable Bakery Attached to Hotel. PIE, BREAD and CAKE Delivered to All Parts of the City Free SAM PREYER’S SQUARE PEAL STORE A Complete Line of Staple and Fancy Groceries, Shoes, Hats, Underwear, Gents’ Furnishings and Pry Goods Phone 370 ... v6� ESTABLISHED 1889 UNRIVALED STOCK OF DRUGS AND CHEMICALS College and Four State Board Diplomas—Experience in United States, Canada and England—Qualifies Us to Fill Prescriptions From Any Part of the Globe. Let Us Fill Yours. BRISLEY DRUG COMPANY WE HAVE ALL YOU NEED IN SPORT AND VACATION FOOTWEAR Good Shoes Good Shoes THE SHOE HOSPITAL FOR BETTER SERVICE Have Your Shoes Repaired After School or on Saturday While You Wait. Phone 47 HARRY M. MYERS, Prop. 208 W. Gurley Phone 130 114 North Cortez St. THE EAGLE DRUG STORE The Prescription Store Everything for Milady’s Toilet CHARLES FREERICKS, Ph. G„ Prop. ELKS’ THEATRE The Best in Motion Pictures and Orchestra Music JUST TO REMIND YOU That some day, sometime in your career you will need a hammer for constructive pur- poses. Our hammers, like all our tools and other hardware, are of superior quality. SAM’L HILL HARDWARE CO. Uhe PRESCOTT HIGH SCHOOL OFFERS COURSES IN ALL THE ACADEMIC SUBJECTS—English, Mathematics, History, Science, Ancient and Modern Languages Is Well Equipped With LIBRARY, GYMNASIUM and LABORATORIES Has Complete, Modem COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT Gives Courses in MUSIC, THEORY, CHORUS, BAND, ORCHESTRA And GLEE CLUB Has Special Building for MANUAL TRAINING and DOMESTIC SCIENCE Is Strong in ATHLETICS, PUBLIC SPEAKING and DRAMATICS Stands High in MILITARY TRAINING Is Fully Accredited to the State University and to The North Central Association of Colleges. Prepares for College and Trains for Business NIGHT SCHOOL IN ALL BRANCHES Prescott Opened the First Kindergarten in Arizona. Oldest High School in Arizona. ATE STUDIO OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER Art Studies Phone 299 Artistic Frames Portrait; Kodak Finishing Commercial Work A. ... .—i i COMMERCIAL TRUST SAVINGS BANK Savings Accounts, Checking Accounts Fire Insurance, Bonds Masonic Temple Bldg. Real Estate Prescott, Arizona if------------------------------------------------------------ • •: •: PRESCOTT WE SUPPLIED THE SENIOR CLASS of NINETEEN TWENTY-ONE WITH SANITARY COMMENCEMENT LAUNDRY INVITATIONS % WE SOLICIT THE ORDERS OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN TWENTY-TWO m TIIE HARTER SCHOOL ¥ SUPPLY COMPANY 634 HURON ROAD, CLEVELAND, OHIO Silk Shirts Beautifully Laundered . • Write for Lists of Memory Books, Gift Books, Fiction, Pennants, Plays, Jewelry, School Supplies -V Middleton Grocery GALLINGER SON, Props. Phone 41 S. R. Gallinger R. S. Gallinger ICahies j ty b l}up 'W HATS OF EXQUISITE TASTE COMBINED WITH DARING ORIGINALITY Mrs. L. V. Hines 110 S. Montezuma artg Muty IiDp New Commodius and Artistic Establishment Turkish Baths, Permanent Hair Waving, Marcelle Waving, Water Wave, French Packs for Facials. Phone 154 Phone 325 Member of State Board of Accountancy ( has. A. Weitller, C. P. A. AUDITING AND SYSTEMATIZING Rooms 20-21-22 Bashford Bids:. Federal Income Tax Service ❖ -A !• ❖ Very GAS ELECTRICITY Attractive And APPLIANCES We mean our new Spring Suits. Decidedly to your ad- vantage to have your wearing apparel labeled Oscar W. Bruch m a n Kverything a Man Wears hut PRESCOTT a I rown GAS AND ELECTRIC COMPANY © '©=©© iIMfaVfARft f I Covering Schedules of JEROME LINE AND MAYER LINE Shown in Daily Papers Special Trips Arranged to GRAND CANON, MONTEZUMA CASTLE And Other Points Throughout ARIZONA f If YOU Arc “Becomingly” Dressed You’ll HAVE to Be Coming to Us Biles-Lockhart Clo. Co. David Biles Jack Shull Claud Davenport ED. BLOCK Young Men’s Suits The Stein Block and Kuppenheimer Makes; Knox and Stetson Hats; Hanan Son and Douglas Shoes; Silk Shirts and Fancy Socks ED. BLOCK The Men’s Store -----------------------— 5� BARGAINS In Homes, Income prop- erties and Ranches. You Couldn’t Do a Better Deed Than to Acquire a Home. TIIOS. E. HINES 110 S. Montezuma St. Phone 250 ------------------------------ ---------------------- MINES AND REAL Estate—If you want to buy home property, or sell your home or business property, see R. H. Bur- mister. Keep your eye on my office window, 105 East Gurley St., Bank of Arizona Bldg., for bar- gains in real estate. BURMTSTER. 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, Ariz. THE BASHFORD-BURMISTER COMPANY DEALERS IN EVERYTHING OUR MOTTO: “Quality and Service” PRESCOTT ARIZONA MATT ANDRES CIGARS, TOBACCOS AND CANDIES The “Advertised” Cigar ACKER’S BOOK STORE Full Line of Stationery and Office Supplies AGENCY FOR CENTURY MUSIC AND WHITMAN’S CANDY Acker’s Flower Shop in Connection CENTRAL DRUG COMPANY F. J. HEIL, Jr., Prop. Drugs, Drug Sundries, Camera Supplies, lee (’ream Sodas WE APPRECIATE YOUR PATRONAGE THE CLASS OF 1921 Bought Their Class Pins From H. VV. PETERS CO. MANUFACTURING JEWELERS 5178 Washington Street Boston, Mass. Miss Agnes B.Todd EXCLUSIVE MILLINERY PRESCOTT MILK DEPOT Fresh Milk, Cream, Buttermilk, Fresh Ranch Eggs Daily Near Elks’ Theatre Prescott, Ariz. 115 No. Cortez Phone 208 Owl Drug $ Candy Co. • FINE CANDIES, PASTRY and LUNCHES ICE CREAM and SHERBETS KODAKS and FINISHING GRADUATION PI IES ENTS We Make a Specialty of Banquets and Private Parties ORDERS DELIVERED TELEPHONE US THE MUSIC STORE ELKS’ BLDG.---PRESCOTT, ARIZ. Phonographs, Records, Violins, Mandolins, Pianos, Player Pianos, Player Rolls, Sheet Music, Folios, Strings, Accordeons, Harmonicas, Etc. ------------------------------------------------------------- EVERY ONE FRESH STOCK FISK TIRES AND TUBES A Guarantee With Every One GAS, OILS, ACCESSORIES—CARS CLEANED AND POLISHED RYER KINDT West Gurley Street Service Station ..------------------------------------------------------------ Phone 284 220 So. Montezuma St. AUTO SPECIALTY OARAGE Ignition EXPERT WORK , Batteries Radiator Rep. P. V. D. NEFF M. M. EMMETT STORAG E W A S 11 a 11 (I P OLIS II PRESCOTT MOTOR HOSPITAL GUARANTEED REPAIRING GAS - OILS FRED BOLDEN C. J. MOFFETT BOLDEN MOFFETT AUTO REPAIR SHOP 109 Granite St., Prescott, Arizona P. O. Box 392 Phone 66 AL WEBER Dealer in OLDSMOBILE and APPERSON CAPS 109 S. GRANITE PHONE 219 SAVE HALF YOUR TIRE BILL Tires Retreaded By Us Are Guaranteed to Give As Many Miles Service As New Tires We Also Repair Blow-Outs and Surface Cuts PRESCOTT VULCANIZING WORKS All Work Guaranteed—Prices Right 226 W. GURLEY ST. PHONE 131 — YOUNG’S MEAT MARKET R. D. YOUNG Only the Best of Meats We Want Your Trade Solely Upon the Merits of Our Goods CITY FISH POULTRY MARKET 223 W. GURLEY Fish Received Daily Direct From the Water M. (Tnllr Omurr Cascade Ginger Ale Cocoa Cola and Soda Water in All Flavors •M Where Quality Counts. HI •M Prompt Service—Courteous Treatment PRESCOTT BOTTLING WORKS V CRYSTAL ICE CO., Props. PHONE 256 PRESCOTT. ARIZ. Phone 45 E. E. N A S II All Kinds of Local and California Fruits and Produce Bought and Sold—Wholesale Only West Gurley Street Prescott, Arizona C. F. McNEILL ELKS’ BLDG. SANITARY GROCERY New and Complete Stock of Staple and Fancy Groceries PHONE 254 WE DELIVER --------------------------------------------------------------- Rah! Rah! Rah! Prescott High School! Rah! Rah! Rah! —For the— STAR CLEANING COMPANY CLOTHES CLEANED, PRESSED AND REPAIRED Congress Hotel Bldg. Phone 50 ---------:----------------------------------------------------- LONE STAR SHOE SHOP Quick and Good Repair Work 225 W. GURLEY STREET JOHN SUDDOTH ------------------------------------------------• . SATISFACTORY WORK AND PRICES ARE GUARANTEED EI). VOIGTLANDER Fashionable Tailor A SELECTED STOCK OF IMPORTED WOOLENS ALWAYS ON HAND PRESCOTT, ARIZONA SATISFACTORY WORK AND PRICES ARE GUARANTEED F. 0. I L G Experienced Cleaners and Tailors 139 South Cortez Street Prescott, Arizona ONE DAY SERVICE D RED ROSE SPECIAL GASOLINE (JPTON OIL COMPANY WEST PRESCOTT PHONE 554-M-l Prescott Phoenix M. GOLD WATER BRO. “The Best Always” Ladies’ Ready-to-Wear and Furnishings. Furniture and Household Goods A Cordial Invitation Is Extended to Pupils and Teachers Established lSId HARRY A. TEMPLE Garage Acetylene Welding—Guaranteed Auto Repair Work Our Motto Is Service •-----------------«$ 20 Years With Sam’l Hill Hdw. Co. PRESCOTT PRES( 'OTT COOPERATIVE STORE METAL PRODUCTS COMPANY —For— P. G. ROSENBLATT, Manager Sheet Metal Work of Every Description Staple and Fancy Groceries, Hay, Grain and Strictly Fresh Fruits and Phone 388 Vegetables Corner Gurley and Granite Sts. Prescott, Ariz. CALL PHONE 59 PRESCOTT 1,UM15ER ('0M15ANY A. S. REED, Manager Wholesale and Retail Courteous Treatment—Fair Prices—Prompt Delivery ---------------------------------------------------❖ P R E SCO T T I R 0 N W 0 R K S Manufacturers of MINING, MILLING AND MACHINERY CASTINGS P. 0. Box 685 Phone 286 St. Joseph’s Academy Prescott, Arizona Accredited to the University of Arizona Select Day and Boarding School for Girls For catalogue address SIS! KRS OF SI. JOSEPH PRESCOTT BUSINESS COLLEGE Fully Accredited Thorough Commercial Training Head Hotel Phone 361 Suite 63 Law Offices of 1 .AMSON JONES Pythian Building, Prescott, Arizona • C L A R K C L A R K Lawyers Bank of Arizona Building, Prescott, Arizona RICHARD L. MERRITT U. S. MINERAL SURVEYOR CIVIL ENGINEER Phone 215—Room 3, Bashford Building PRESCOTT, ARIZONA