Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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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

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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.

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The Hassay am fter Page Twenty- Three Scintillating Seniors