Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

Text from Pages 1 - 102 of the 1922 volume:

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''«i................i........ v 1 1 —: — H BlocV. DOROTHY STUART .............................. Editor-in-Chief PAUL AMBERG ..........................................Associate Editor HAROLD BLOCK ....................................... Art Editor ART STAFF EUGENE WEI LAND PAUL PLUMMER DONALD BRADLEY ...............................Business Manager MAX ESCIIER ...........................Assistant Business Manager ALICE REIF ....................................... Photographs BUSINESS STAFF GEORGE RAITT, ERNEST BORN, CHARLES SUDER, JOE ARCHAM- BEAU, PAUL AMBERG, HAROLD BLOCK. RUBY PARSONS. JACK BARRETT SENIORS MARY LOUISE LOFLAND, CHARLES SUDER JOE ARCHAMBEAU ........................................Classes AGNES OLIVER ....................................Organizations MARGARET WATSON .......................................Society DOROTHY MORRISON ....................................Dramatics RALPH WEl LAND ......................................Athletics HELEN FINLAYSON ....................................Literature WALTER MARSHALL .........................................Jokes SNAPSHOTS REGINA DEVIN. MATTIE COOPER. WALLACE OLIVER TYPISTS REGINA DEVIN, ALTA REDDING, VAIDA COOK, MARY LOUISE LOFLAND. ALICE REIF, AGNES OLIVER. GENEVIEVE LUSK, MERDITH REDDING Ijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiniiiimiiiiiiiiiimiiiiuiiL Offals DONALD BRADLEY Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1903— Football Team ’20, ’21—Basketball Team ’19, ’20, ’21, ’22-Baseball Team ’19, ’20, ’21, ’22 President Athletic Association ’22 — Badger Staff—Class President ’21, ’22— Business Manager Hassayamper EUGENE WETLAND Born—Springfield, Missouri. 1903— Football Team ’20, ’21 Basketball Team ’20, ’21 —Baseball Team T9, ’20, ’21, ’22—Class Vice-President ’22—Band T9, ’20—Class Play ’21 — Badger Staff — Hassayamper Staff DOROTHY STUART Born—Los Angeles, California. 1904—Treasurer Mile High ’21— President ’22—Debating Team ’21, ’22—Editor-in-Chief of Badger— Editor-in-Chief of Hassayamper— Class Secretary ’22 MAX ES(TIER Born—Hamburg, Iowa. 1903— Football Team '20, ’21—Basketball Team ’20, ’22—Baseball Team T9, ’20, ’21, ’22—Class Treasurer ’21, ’22—Class Play ’21—Badger Staff —Sales Manager Hassayamper ( lass Adviser—Miss Bitner Class Colors—Blue and White � i1!lll!llll!llllllllllllllllllllll!llllllllllll!l!lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllll!llllllllll!lllllllllllllllllilfm pllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll PAUL AM BERG Born—Denver, Colorado. 1904 —Football Squad ’20—Badger Staff — Associate Editor-in- Chief of Hassayamper MATTIE COOPER Born—Juno, Texas. 1901— Hassayamper Staff VAIDA COOK Born—Roswell, New Mexico. 1904—Hassayamper Staff JOSEPH ARCHAMBEAU Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1905 —Football Squad ’21—Hassa- yamper Staff ALTON ANDREWS Born—Los Angeles, Califor- nia. 1904—Football Squad ’21—Class Play '21 IlflllflllllflllfflllllfllfllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllltllllUllllllllllllllllllllllUHlIlUUIUHUIlHUHU piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiuiuiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiin REGINA DEVIN Born—Sioux City, Iowa. 1908 Class Basketball ’20, ’21- Class Play ’21—Mile Hi— Glee Club ’20—Hassayamper Staff HAROLD BLOCK Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1903 —Football Squad ’21—Class Play ’21—Class President ’20 —Band ’19, ’20—Art Editor of Hassayamper JACK BARRETT Born—San Francisco, Califor- nia. 1903—Football Team ’20, ’21—Baseball Team ’20, ’21— Hassayamper Staff MARY LOUISE LOFLAND Born—Mahoningtown, Penn- sylvania. 1904—Class Bas- ketball ’19—Mile Hi—Assist- ant Business Manager of Class Play ’21—Hassayamper Staff HELEN FINLAYSON Born—Reno, Nevada. 1903— Basketball Team ’21, ’22— Athletic Association ’20, ’21, ’22—Badger Staff—President Mile Hi ’21—Hassayamper Staff ERNEST BOHN —Football Squad ’21—Base- ball ’22—Class Play ’21—Has- sayamper Staff GENEVIEVE LUSK Born — Fresno, California. 1906—Hassayamper Staff WALTER MARSHALL Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1903 —Football Squad ’20, ’21- Baseball Team ’21, ’22—Has- sayamper Staff DOROTHY MORRISON Born—Walker, Arizona. 1903 —Class Basketball ’20, ’21- Class Play ’21—Treasurer Mile Hi ’22—Glee Club T9, ’20, ’21, ’22—Hassayamper Staff WALLACE OLIVER Born—Lon«r Prairie, Minne- sota. 1900—Football Squad ’21—Hassayamper Staff iiiunni i iiiniinniHiHiniiuiiiiiiuiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuii� iiiiiiinuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiii� � � � iiii� |iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii nii i ii i iii i i| llll |i|MIIIII linllllinin |i|i|f7 T-H llllllllllllllllllllll IIIIIIIIIIJIIli= AGNES OLIVER Born — Albuquerque, New Mexico. 1903—Mile Hi— Hassayamper Staff GEORGE RAITT Born—St. Paul, Minnesota. Iw04—Football Team ’21— Basketball ieam ’22—Base- ball Team ’21, ’22—Class Play ’21—Hassayamper Staff PAUL PLUMMER Born—Los Angeles, Califor- nia. 1902—Football Squad ’20, ’21—Basketball Team ’22 - Orchestra T9, ’20, ’21, ’22- Band T9, ’20, ’21, ’22- Badger Staff — Hassayamper Staff ALTA REDDING Born—Delphi, Indiana. 1902 —Badger Staff — Hassayam- per Staff RUBY PARSONS Born—Snyder, Texas. 1902— Hassayamper Staff T-H lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll HERDJTil REDDING Born—Delphi, Indiana. 1904 —Hassayamper Staff CHARLES SUDER Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1904 Football Squad ’21—Baseball ’22—Band ’19,’20—Class Play ’21 — Badger Staff — Hassa- yamper Staff ALICE REIF Born—Prescott, Arizona. 1904 —Class Basketball ’19—Class Secretary ’19—Vice President Mile Hi ’22—Business Mana- ger Class Play ’21—Badger Staff—Glee Club ’19—Assist- ant Business Manager Hassa- yamper Staff RALPH WEI LAND Born—Springfield, Missouri. 1901—Football Team ’20, ’21 —Basketball Team ’20, ’22— Baseball Team ’19, ’20, ’21, ’22 —Band ’19, ’20, ’21—Orchestra ’21, ’22—Hassayamper Staff MARGARET WATSON Born — Colorado Springs, Colorado. 1904—Class Bas- ketball ’19, ’20—Band ’20, ’21 —Glee Club T9, O, � 21—Mile Hi — Badger Staff — Hassa- yamper Staff Names Nickname Saying Pastime Wants to Be Probably Will Be Paul Amberg Berry Sacramente! Loafing Undertaker Taken Under Vaida Cook Cooky What? Getting by in English. Millionaire Alfalfa Queen Alton Andrews .. Deacon My Goodness! Dancing Evangelist Card Shark Mattie Cooper .... Mat Oh, Hon! Drumming Drummer Drum Joe Archambeau Jose Jesu! Sleeping Somebody Nobody Regina Devin Gennie My Gawd! Getting dates Married Old Maid Jack Barrett John Huh ? Star gazing Fast Slow Helen Finlayson Finny I don't know Hiking Mountain Hill Harold Block Dopey .... Say, Cull Vamping Chemist Jail-bird Mary L. Lofland.. Mary Oh, Heck! Eating pickles President of Crepe de Chine Overcoat Co... Owner of a hot-dog stand Ernest Born Ernie By Jingo! Shaving Caveman Bootlegger Genevieve Lusk . Jim Oh, Kid! Hurrying On time .'.... Late Walter Marshall Oswald Yeh ? Poker Opera singer Organ grinder Dorothy Morrison Dot Oh, Boy! Dodging Housekeeper for two.. Missouri school ma’am.. Wallace Oliver .... Wally .... The deuce you say Pool He-vamp Hermit Agnes Oliver Ag Good Grief! Eating Full Emnt.v Paul Plummer .... Padre On, Margaret! Girls Vamp Vamped Ruby Parsons Rube For Mercy’s sake! ... Lecturing Authoress book agent George Raitt Rat Hoot Mon! Crabbing Popular Railroad magnate Alta Redding Al I mean— Being sarcastic Prescottonian Kirklander Merdith Redding Red Oh yes! Wasting time Penny collector Farmer’s wife Charles Suder Carlos .... Gee Whiz! Playing Sneik Wardrobe man for “Salome” Alice Reif Reify Good Cooky! Kidding President of Bible Class Bathing girl in Sennet Comedies Ralph Weiland .... Dad You don’t say! Resting Drummer Bum Margaret Watson Marge .... Good Heavens! Chauffeur Plummer Dietician Donald Bradley .... Don Sav, Max! Funny Papers President Small town boss sc I X - 0 C D Dorothy Stuart Dell ...... Ye Gods! Eugene Weiland .. Dimples Ruth Talking - Primping Weigh 100 lbs............ [Ballet dancer Wallace Reid ............. Ben Turpin jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiii 10 Cfre JJctter The Senior class of “22” presents to the school a letter. It is in the form of a “P, ” on a mountain east of town. The Seniors made a letter during spring vacation with the help of Coach O’Loughlin. The letter is distinctive in that it is the only High School letter in Arizona, and the only letter in Northern Arizona. It was presented to the school the week after its completion. “Twenty-Two,” as the Seniors christened it, is to be under the guardianship of the Junior Class or the Seniors of “23.” It is to signify every phase of activity in P. H. S. The Seniors also have made the suggestion that the Freshmen whitewash the letter each fall. It is the hope of the Seniors that “Twenty- Two” will inspire P. H. S. to greater achieve- ments in years to come, and that under its careful watch, P. H. S. will become bigger, better and happier each year. f p ) w 0i □ c D0 T-HE lllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllHIl OFFICRRS MARY BUNTE .............................................President DOROTHY PALES .....................................Vice-President HARRY son’ll WORTH .....................................Treasurer COURTNEY COLEMAN .......................................Secretary M1SS COLEMAN ...................................... Class Advisor ELEANOR COTTON—WELDON HUMPHREY Badger Reporters Purple and Gol Clara Abbott Amy Aiken Geraldine Barrett Joe Birch Mabel Budd Mary Bunte Annes Cain Freda Clements Courtney Coleman Eleanor Cotton Marjorie Crum Bernetta Davis Milo Eckel Joseph Eckert Dorothy Fales Robert Gonzales Mary Hamilton Kenneth Harrison Kathryn Hart Hadley Hicks Weldon Humphrey I—Class Colors Helen Jennings Pearl Johnson Margaret Kiehl Ruth Lawrence Charles Major Edwin Marshall Catherine Meeker Edgar Oliver Noel Pegues Virgil Powell Leona Pruett Mabel Rees Laura Rees Iona Rosenberger Olga Rosenberger Pauline Rosenblatt Harry Southworth Mary Stack May Trumback (special) Edwin Weil Dean Willet S0PH0M0RES- OFFICERS GEORGE THEOBALD ...............................................President MARION ROSS ..............................................Vice-President RI TII TERRY ................................................ Treasurer GLADYS WEI LAND ...........v...................................Secretary MISS KEEN ..............................................I lass Advisor BARBARA JAEGER—LESTER HASKELL ......................... Badger Reporters Black and Gold—Class Colors Alfred Abbot Alice Archambeau Wallace Banta Tom Bate Margaret Blaylock Ilazel Caskey Lea ra h Cooper Anna Corgiat Irma Cotlin Estelle Cyra Esther Devin Alene Dickson Norman Pain Evaline Fales Lester Haskell Fritz Ilg Barbara Jaeger Virginia Johnson Lois King Lydia King Harriet Lewis Theodore Martin Claire McMahon (special) Herschel McMullen Ned Y Marion McNeely Nadine Murray Alice Nelson Winifred Nelson Louise Oliver Johnnie Lee Parsons Florence Rasmussen Mary Redding Dora Rosenblatt Marion Ross Clair Scholey Agnes Sherman Loren Shultz Nettie Silver Edna. Simm Prank Skemar Leroy Smith Ruth Terry George Theobald George Thompson Gladys Weiland Myrtle Welch Gndfrid Wold Nancy Yellott ount g)iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihii | IFRESHMEPII I OFFICERS = DANN SHERMAN (Successor to Arthur Davis)..President FRANCES HICKS .......................Vice-President SHERMAN HAZELTINE ....................... Treasurer EDITH YEOMANS ........................... Secretary MR. BRANDENBURG- .................... Class Advisor HELEN WATSON—JOE HEAP ...............Badger Reporters Black and Red—Class Colors Mary Arntzen Sherman Hazeltine Helen Bangs Joe Heap Lillie Bete� Frances Hicks Charles Blanton Elsie Hicks Tillie Blumberg Jessalea Holden Helena Bolden Eugenia Jennings Murl Boren Lawrence Johnston William Bork Robert Martin Walter Carroll William McElfresh Howard Carter Kenneth McMullen Bill Chapman Grace Mosher Arizona Coleman Lillian Munro Howard Cornick Ruth Noxon Arthur Davis Claude Patterson Eloy De Baca Arthur Robinson Adelbert Demming Charles Rogers Fred Denny Noah Scott Joy Dickerson Charles Shaw William Dier Dann Sherman Martha Farra Helen Strom Lillian Forbes Helen Watson Tom Forrest Alma Wanamaker Wayne Foster Raymond Weber Edwin Gale Louise Weil Leonita Gilardi Ruth Williams Herbert Green Edith Yeomans Bennie Grove Helen Y-iomans n llllUllUllIHlUlUllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMlllllllllllflllllllllflllllllHIflllflflllflfll 41IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH ............. AONOTklG Debating The question selected by the University this year is, “Resolved: That further legislation to restrict immigration into the United States will be detrimental to industry.” The first debate was with Jerome. It was held here, and the visitors had the choice of sides. Our team won. upholding the affirmative. The next debate was at Winslow. Our team upheld the affirmative. The telegram Mr. Moore received read: “We have met the enemy and they are ours.” The next debate was with Williams at Prescott. Prescott High, still upholding the affirmative, in winning this debate, became Northern Arizona champions. As the Hassayamper goes to press the team is preparing to meet Chand- ler, winner of the Valley championship. If Prescott wins she will be eligible for the final State debate. University Week 01532353482353535348 J TIM THE BADGER VOL. 1 PRESCOTT. ARIZONA, JANUARY. 1922 NO. 4 Had per Girls Defeat Holbrook On January 6th the girls started their season by defeating Holbrook by a score of 45-18. The girls have been practicing steadily the latter part of October. The team this year will b fastest and best team ever oped. Miss Foster is puttin girls through a course of tri that is bound to d team. The B. walked away manner that The line-up is] Ruth Lawrencl Mary Bunte. t’ Helen Finlay� Helen Jennings. Johnie Lee Parsons, guard. Marion guard. Juniors Ably Present Comedy, ‘Mrs. Temple’s I elegram’ •s. T f n in r set’ or he is rumored That Mrs. Te BMp gree w .•t five handkerchiefs wring: a ib d hr wet at every rehearsal; that she also run withered every flower that was had not brought near her by her deadly sar- things casm. New floors had to be butlt j certainly because she stamped her foot so' tween th much. All this display of virtuous and the ru” any more condescending as e is already at an angle of ces and if it goes up much he isKliable to stub his toe. r.o chic Mrs. Fuller—well, r on when he de- .•n as ter. It is Mr. Temple nd explained there would cat fight be- Mrs. Fuller fA. Temple. indignation was aimed at her hen- As for the dreamy Dorothy, we pecked spouse, the good-looking Mr. believe that she did exceptionally ■d January 9th (cation, Coach call for the nber of husky signed up for Among those men from last ml and captain worth, for- ere subs rothers. Etcher. � ch ex- I cham- lladger Retur O'Laugl dribblci boys tu the trai out are t season, B of this year's teat ward, also the A last year. T) Paul Plummt With this mi pects to devel pionship team. There are abo? this season, nearly ? per classmen. Seniors Win Cup The class games hove been and the seniors won by a larg gin. The interdas cup will them this year to keep, this bei the third year the class of 22” has won it. Tentative Schedule A tentative schedule has been made for both girls and boys. Only the game with Mesa is certain. Prescott vs. Mesa, Feb. 10, at Mesa; Prescott vs. Mesa. Feb. 18, at Prescott; Prescott vs. Phoenix, Feb. 11, at Phoenix; Prescott vs. Phoenix, Mar. 4, at Prescott; Pres- cott vs. Gilbert, Feb. 4. at Prescott; Prescott vs. Gilbert, Feb. 25. at Gil- bert; Prescott vs. Tempe. Feb. 3. at Jack Temple that Mr9. T just how de sensed. At rehet forced to graphs seve seems extrema! Pl i� to sec wc but as for «•ally know don’t see how s y she po -' who could hel hero like Capt iving been the main part ular para- wait, Dorothy, times it ding bells have . that certain the dreamy days us, we it, for with a ac ;upy at you ie wed- tng, and o months. lines in the play afforded Jack an then, my dear, you will be sitting outlet for his fecli: up all nigh j yo The play seems to have had o bad sister, effect on the brilliant Mr. Fuller, i Befor who thought up all the bright ideas ; you wh which got his friends into trouble as man. jIT it is a fact to be noted that he has one tha™ tended the play into his privat•• -nd Bro and every , chance he the nat� e� t Mr. Tem t front well 'em 11 have to tell f the police- very much of iffice at 42ml us hope, Mr. ________ are not in the of afT TT- poor little John must not fail to mention the is. Maitha must certainly (till ’ run fast and furiously, seeing Ay she was so out of breath when ust be v appeared on the scene and also Timing a mil- | very dusty—at least we should pe that even if judge so considering the careful he does receive a huge sum he won’t way that Wigsoti dusted himself j =-'. i■ -- j af .r „ rather fottabk contact with Prescott; Prescott vs. Tempt . Feb. her shoulder. As for Johnnie, we 24, at Tempe; Prescott vs. Flag- can’t say oil we think about him, staff, Mar. 2, at Prescott; Prescott first, because we can’t think of v . Holbrook, Feb. 1« , at Prescott; enough adjectives and expletives to Prescott vs. Clarksdale, Jan. 27, at suit us. and second because sh-h, Prescott; Prescott vs. Jerome, Jan. is she listening?—Martha might get 28. at Prescott. j jealous and then woe betide us—we If this schedule is accepted flL might be minus our head—so we «• the heaviest ever played by this, think we’d better atop before she school. he� us. J (Hljr larger The Badger is a new venture this year, and has been very successful. This paper is issued every month by the Seniors. It contains not only the social, athletic and local news, but also jokes and � literary section. The Seniors are very proud of their accomplishment in giving P. H. S. a school paper, and much credit is due to its sponsor, Miss ranees Keen, who has made this journalistic work the backbone of Senior English composition. There were eight issues of the Badger this year. The first one was mimeographed in the typewriting department, and the succeeding numbers were printed. One of the main features of the year was the beauty contest; and the Seniors are planning a graduation week issue. The clever cartoons drawn by Weldon Humphrey and mimeographed in the typewriting depart- ment also proved an interesting feature in this paper. Editor-in-Chief ...... Assistant Editor ..... Local Editor ........ Society Editor ...... Sporting Editor ...... Joke Editor .......... Literary Editor ...... Advertising Manager Business Manager ... Cartoonist .......... STAFF ..............................Dorothy Stuart ...................................Alice Reif .............................Eugene Weiland .............................Helen Finlayson ................................ Max Escher ...Brodie Hildreth, succeeded by Charles Suder Paul Plummer, succeeded by Margaret Watson ...Donald Bradley, succeeded by Paul Amberg ...............................Alta Redding ...........................Weldon Humphrey gjiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Iiiumiimiiimiiiiiiiiiiraiing (irrlu'Htra The High School Orchestra has been very successful this year and has given the school just cause for pride. Under the able leadership of Mr. F. M. Brandenburg they have progressed in a really remarkable manner. Not only has the Orchestra done much to keep up school spirit this year, by placing in assemblies and for all the school plays, but it has rendered service on special occasions, such as the “Teachers’ Association Meetings.” VIOLINS Arthur Davis Mrs. Geo. Keeney Tom Bate Nancy Yellott F. M. Brandenburg CORNETS Theodore Martin Charles Shaw Jr. Frederick Terry CLARINETS Bob Martin Ned Yount “Father and Son Banquet” and the SAXOPHONES Harry Southworth Joe Heap TROMBONE Mr. E. L. Barnett DRUMS Ralph Weiland PIANO Ruth Terry illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllfrr Illllll!lllllllllllllllllllillllllll| cHIip Hanfc Our Band this year is composed of fourteen musicians, who drive all gloom from the students of Prescott High. Under the leadership of Mr. Barnett, they are rapidly progressing, as was shown by the band concerts this year. P. H. S. is justly proud of her Band and all feel that this has been a very successful year. CORNETS Theodore Martin Fredrick Terry Charles Shaw Jr. CLARINETS Ned Yount Robert Martin Ruth Terry Herbert Green BARITONE SAXOPHONES Sally Ilall Mrs. Massing Bob Yount BASS Mr. F W. Terry DRUMS Joe Heap Elmer Smith Robert Gonzales ififiiiiirfiriiifirfiiiiiiifiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiimiiiiiiimiiuiiuuwmuu'aituummui iiiiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin |||||||||||||||llllllllllllllllllllll IIIIIIHIIIINIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIl| = a= fHtlttanj Olratntn Prescott Company, Arizona Cadet Corps, enrolled a total of eighty-one cadets for the year 1921-1922, keeping up the record of the previous year in number. Captain T. B. McKee, who served eighteen months overseas, is doing excellent work as assistant in the department. Training in rifle practice was carried on throughout the fall and target work on the range is to be taken up as soon as necessary equipment is received. The officers and non-commissioned officers of the department are: Head Instructor..........S. H. Martin, Major Northern Battalion, A. C. C. Assistant Instructor.......................T. B. McKee, Captain A. C. C. Lieutenants—.Paul Plummer, First Lieut.; Harry Southworth, Second Lieut. SERGEANTS CORPORALS Ralnh Weiland, 1st Sergeant Max Escher, PI. Sgt. 1st Platoon Eugene Weiland, P. S. 2d Platoon Donald Bradley, R. G. 1st Plat. Edwin Marshall, L. G. 1st Plat. Ernest Born, R. G. 2d Platoon Harold Block. L. G. 2d Platoon The fourth annual competitive drill was held May 31, 1921. Captain Edward S. Linton, 158 Inf. A. N. G., judged all the events. lie commended the work as of excellent quality, showing accurate and regular cadence and soldierly bearing. The platoon competition was won by the First Platoon, in command of First Lieutenant Wells Heap. This victory gained for the First Platoon the TRUSTEES PRIZE, a beautiful silk flag, and secured for the commander, as his prize, a sabre, presented by Major Martin. Corporal Ralph Weiland’s squad won the “Commandant’s Prize,” a beautiful shield of military design bearing the motto, “Prepare, Honor, Serve,” the initial letters forming the monogram of Prescott High School. In honor of this victory the fourth silver plate has been added to the shield, bearing the names of the winning squad, as follows: Corporal Ralph Wei- land, George Raitt, Jerome Nelson. Donald Bradley, Harold Poe. Paul Amberg, Gilbert Rees, Clarence Irish. In the spell down for the Superintendent’s Prize, the gold medal was won by Harold Poe and the silver medal by Joe Archambeau. Ned Yount Hadley Ilb-ks Ted Marti;1 Weldon Humphrey George Theobald Tom Bate Lester Haskell 11111111111:1 suillini: mm m m imumuiuiuiiiuiiiiiuuHuuuimiuuiiiiiiiuHiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiMiiuiiuHMHiH(i(iiiifrr S? piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Tti -PfASSAYAMPERiiiiiiiiiiim..............................................ihhiihi.......ii (Ui? UJtlp-Hi Tlie Mile-Ili was organized on a different basis this year. The girls found that they were too busy to keep up the usual activities of the Girl Reserve program but still wanted to maintain the club. Meetings are held every two weeks at the Y. W. ('. A. The programs are arranged by dif- ferent committees and work and pleasure are combined. The Mile-Hi had its usual New Year dance, which was a huge success. The officers this year are: Dorothy Stuart ......................................................President Alice Reif .................................................... Vice-President Annes Cain ......................................................... Secretary Dorothy Morrison .................................................. Treasurer Steaftij 3Frtrni fltjiji (Cirri? Do not wonder at the extra display of pep by the Freshman gilds. We started a club, The Ever Ready Friendship Circle, with a good idea in mind. Our first meeting was held at the Y. W. C. A. on Tuesday, January 24, 1922. This is our purpose: To promote good class spirit; to be ever ready for service; and t1' have the best of good times. What do you think of our yell? We are the girls of world wide fame; Ever Ready Friendship Circle is our name. Tall girls, short girls, fat girls, thin— Ever Ready Friendship Circle takes them all in. You don’t need money and you don’t need pearls; Anybody, everybody, just so you’re girls. OFFICERS Frances Hicks .... Helen Watson .... Alma Wanamaker Helen Strom ..... .....President Vice-President .....Secretary .....Treasurer SOCIAL COMMITTEE SERVICE COMMITTEE Helen Bangs Zona Coleman Lillian Munro Ruth Williams Eugenia Jennings Lillian Forbes Just wait and see what happens when our Ever Ready Friendship Circle gets a good start. piniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I (Stria' (Slrr (Club The Girls’ Glee Club was organized early in the year and the school soon found this to be one of the most important organizations. Their sing- ing in assembly helped to promote school spirit and pep. The Glee Club made itself famous by the operetta “Sjdvia.” They all worked hard, and much credit is due to their competent leader, Miss Nelson. Kathryn Hart ........... Winifred Nelson ......... Miss Nelson ............ Mary Stack ............. Pauline Rosenblatt ..... Alice Archambeau Helen Bangs Margaret Blaylock Mabel Budd Estelle Cyra Esther Devin Alene Dickson Kathryn Hart Frances Hicks Barbara Jaeger Eugenia OFFICERS MEMBERS Virginia Johnson Dorothy Morrison Lillian Munro Nadine Murray Alice Nelson Winifred Nelson Florence Rasmussen Dora Rosenblatt Pauline Rosenblatt Agnes Sherman Jennings Helen Y ....President ....Secretary ...Treasurer ....Reporter Accompanist Nettie Silver Edna Simin Mary Stack Helen Strom Alma Wanamaker Helen Watson Louise Weil Gladys Weiland Myrtle Welch Gudfrid Wold comans iiiiiii:iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii;iiiniiii June 7, ’21 Dear me, Diary, I’m so excited I can hardly scribble. Have just come home from the Junior banquet. It was so elegantiferous and stylish, I’m just full of it! We sat down at long tables with places for 65. The class will was read by Wells Heap, and several toasts were made. The decorations were very clever, with the Juniors’ colors of Blue and White worked in with the Green and Gold of the Seniors. June 10 Little Diary, I have been very busy with the close of school, so I haven’t told you a thing lately. But I hope this will more than make up for it. Well, we have just finished a most hilarious year with the Junior Prom—Oh, yes, it’s the same Junior Class that gave the banquet, and I rather think our name will go down in history. First of all, we had the Grand March with Donald Bradley and Anna Healy leading, our most honorable Class Presidents, you understand. Then we had pro- grams, and danced and danced and danced. Everyone had a wonderful time. Tressye Napier went home early to be ready, “When the Midnight Choo-Choo Leaves for Alabam.’ ” Sept. 9 Just dots and dashes for you, old dear. I tell you this Friday night is a joyful time after the rush of the first hectic week. After a long, lazy, summer, school has started off with such a bang that it has left me quite speechless. Have just been to a Senior party given in honor of the Freshies—loads of pep—good crowd—also one of Dr. Southworth’s famous Paul Jones’s. Sept. 16 Tired but happy. Diary. I think I’ll always remember this night. The Seniors went to Hoot Owl Gulch for a picnic, and the “eats” were grand! We had a con- cert afterwards, and several members were vigorously encored. Oswald rendered “The Anvil Chorus,” and “My Sweet Little Alice Blue Gown” was wafted down from a nearby telephone pole. Sept. 24 Just came home after spending an especially delightful evening at the Com- munity House. Tom Bate and Norman Fain were perfect hosts. Oh, Diary, you just can’t imagine what a good time we had. During the evening we were well mixed up with match dances. And, my dear, you know how often I have whispered my favorite refreshment to you? Well, lo and behold! we had ice cream and wafers. Wasn’t that delicious, though? I should say so. Oct. 7 We all unanimously agree that the Juniors know how to entertain. Little Diary, I have just been to such a splendid dance and had the time of my life. The crowd was peppy as could be, and they had a Southworth Paul Jones which I wouldn’t have missed for anything. Oct. 14 The weather has been so fine lately that you, dear Diary, can not blame us for wanting a picnic. We all suggested the Jersey Lily road, so there we went tonight. The “eats” surpassed everything and you should have seen the games we played! My dear, your dignity would have been extremely shocked, but we surelv had fun. I say let’s go again. Oct. 15 We have had a regular battle tonight, dear heart, and Pm not at all sure that I’m all here, but I want to unburden my story to you and you can judge for your- self. Well, the Sophs left P. H. S. Saturday, six-thirty P. M., chaperoned by Miss T-H§ Keen, Mr. O’Loughlin, Mrs. Sherman and Mrs. Yount. After traveling several miles we stopped on the Jersey Lily road and made camp. There were loads of hot dogs, pickles for the love-sick, and cake, so that soon we were “full” ready to sit down quietly by the fire. We were enjoying the peace that goes with plenty when a marshmallow struck Mr. O’Loughlin, and then there was war. Well, the missiles sallied back and forth until the robbers finally drew off. But worse and more of it, dear, the band of outlaws soon attacked Miss Keen and her brave escort of girls, speedily overcoming them. But Miss Keen fought like a tigress and was back by the fire in no time. Then after playing those noiseless games of Dare Base and such, we wandered back to town in the large hours which just precede the wee, small ones of the morning. Oct. 21 Well, my dear, 1 have had a most exciting time tonight! The Seniors had just planned their picnic when the new rule came forth—“One picnic a semester, under school chaperonage.” But since it was all planned, we went any way. Mrs. Stuart and Mrs. Watson chaperoned us, and we arrived safely at the Indian camp. We were having a “high ol’ time” when the Indian sheriff suddenly appeared and demanded quiet. But we fed him up on coffee and sinkers, with a few weenies sandwiched in between, and he didn’t care whether we were there or not. We came home by the “light o’ the moon.” “Enuf!” Are you awake, Diary? Yes, I know it is nearly midnight, but I’m going to keep you up a trifle longer this time. You are always so patient, that I know you won’t mind. I never have had a nicer confidant. They say that silence is golden and I believe it. You take the cake, my dear. Well, any way, my chum has just come home from the Freshman picnic, and what do you know? They rode in automobiles to their picnic grounds, if you please! Charles Shaw fell in a well and was urgently requested to stay there, which he did, for some time. Some one frightened the Frisky Freshies with spooky stories until they thought they wouldn’t arrive home safely—but they did. Their “eats” were only exceeded by their good time and they say they are going again if they have to walk. Oct. 22 Little Diary, tell me this—what is more fun than a Yama Yama party? I have just come home from such a splendiferous one given by Dorothy Stuart, Helen Finlayson, and Margaret Watson, at Dorothy’s house, ’miu the black and orange. We rollicked around and had a great time, and the refreshments,—well, I can't do them justice with my meager vocabulary, but, anyway, we had nuts and cocoa and pumpkin pie. Was that not a feast fit for a king? It fitted us, too, strange to say. Oct. 26 My goodness, Diary, I’ll bet you don’t believe it, but it’s way after midnight! Have just come home from the spookiest, grandest party! Alice Reif and Mary Louise Lofland were the hostesses, and what a good time we had. We played “I see a ghost,” and we all were sure we had seen aout half a dozen before we were through. You have to have genuine complexions in ducking for apples. My word! I had to sit by the fire when I came home to dry my hair. I felt as though I’d gone swimming; but we should worry about a little thing like that! Oct. 29 Oh joy! We beat “Flag” in the football game and I feel just like saying, “The Prescott Badger and the Flagstaff Cat Side by side on the gridiron sat.” But I mustn’t stop for that here. The Sophs gave a perfectly scrumptious party to top off the game, and of all the hustling introducers, they can’t be beat. The Gym was decorated with cedar boughs and loads of mistletoe, with Sullivan’s Orchestra in the background. Nov. 5 Well, my dearest dear, I have yelled myself nearly to death, and if you want to be in style, give some yells for P. H. S., but don’t forget defeated Holbrook. The Glee Club gave a dance afterwards, which cheered the Holbrookers up quite a bit, so I think thy went away saying we weren’t such a bad bunch, even if we could play football better than they. Imagine what Alice Reif and Oswald Marshall won as a prize in fox-trotting? It was a pumpkin pie! Nov 24 Another joyful gathering to emphasize our victory over Clarkdale! Well, Diary, this ends the football season. We all felt particularly free, and especially the boys, because they didn’t have to bother any more with training rules. The Clarkdale rooters joined us, as well as their team, in a dance at the “Y,” and proved them- selves lively guests. Dec. 2 Dear little Diary, we have just been to the Freshman Ball, where, in the words of those young plutocrats, “money was no object.” We were nearly frozen to death by a snowstorm once, and again balloons rained upon us. In fact, it reminded us of a Broadway Cabaret. We liked it, Freshies; give us another! Dec. 16 Yes, Diary, it IS rather late; in fact, it is about 1:30, but I know you won’t mind if I tell you just a little about the Senior hop. Well, the minute I walked in the door I knew it would be a lovely dance, possibly because ot the decorations. Christ- mas greens made the bare old Gym look like a captured pine grove, and there were plenty of red bells and streamers. Even good old Santa was there for the Paul Jones. Yuletide programs were handed out as President Donald Bradley and his partner, Hazel Caskey, led the Grand March. Dances were named for all our football heroes and also for the Coach, Silk O’Loughlin, and Umpire McKee. Prizes were given Harry Southworth and Helen Finlayson, who landed on the lucky spot under some mistletoe,—but Harry wasn’t a bit of a sport. Dec. 31 Well, my Companion of the Year, this ends the Old and calls in the New. I am tempted to write January the first, ’cause it is now, but the Mile-Hi party began on Dec. 31, so I suppose that’s really correct. The girls were “right there” to make every one have a good time; and the midnight refreshments surely hit the spot. My, how time does fly! Would you ever believe this was the Third Annual New Year’s Ball I have attended? 1 think this last one was the best, too. It is too late for New Year’s Resolutions, so I’ll start 1922 with good night to you. Diary, dear, Jan 11, ’22 We have a good joke on Alice Reif, Diary. We surprised her on her very own birthday. There were a bunch of girls up at Dorothy Stuart’s waiting for her, and later the boys came in. We surely had fun “slipping one jver” on that capricious young miss. Jan. 31 Well, you can’t imagine what I’ve been doing, dear heart; you guessed wrong; we’ve been coasting. The Sophs got together right away and were off before you could say “scat.” We went coasting this afternoon out on the Fort hill, and I’ll bet you heard us, now didn’t you? Sleds collided, girls screamed, and at times only legs and arms could be seen above the snow banks. Say, Diary, if you want to learn to ski, just ask Mr. Norman Fain. He’ll be very pleased to teach you, I know. Feb. 1 Well, Diary, at it again, and we surely had thrilling experiences! We Seniors were the next on the program on the same old hill, but at night. Alice gave a most wonderful exhibition of a nose dive, landing in a snowdrift, which sent her to the land of oblivion for awhile, but she was soon all right. When we discovered some one had forgotten the coffee pot, we all went to the Owl and the boys treated us to coffee and hot chocolate combined with the girls’ doughnuts. Feb. 2 The snow is almost gone, Diary, but we Freshies are having fun as long as it lasts. My goodness! It is a seven years’ wonder that we have a class advisor left after all this coasting. “Brandy” could surely go on skis, but there was no telling where. My dear, you should see our wonderful toboggan! It was made especially for us and holds nearly the whole class. It goes like the wind; do you want to go next time, Diary? Feb. 17 It’s so late that I’m truly sorry to keep you up, Diary, but I know you want to hear about the girls’ valentine party. Edna and Nancy and Nadine had it down at the Community House, and I wish you could have seen ’'.he decorations! Hearts were strung everywhere, little ones and big ones. The heart programs were most attractive, and there were heart match dances, just loads of them. I hope the girls know what a good time we all had. nl ■ plllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll T-lii-ff A M otlern Student A flippant flapper, with frizzly hair of brown, Reside me in assembly noisily flops down. A moment chirps in her too high pitched strain. In a voice that worries my more studious brain. Then giggles lightly and flaunts her powder puff. And dopes her face with various smelly stuff. Rut 1 work on. nor heed her foolish play, And she, seeing my cold gaze, Snaps her vanity case, And gaily hops away. Tli en w Swing Low, Sweet Chariot Evalina Nancy Lee In the Gleaming Old Black Joe Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep Silver Threads Among tin Gold Sheik of Araby E very body Shimmies Nobody but You I'm Nobody’s Baby Oh Me! Oh My! Oh You! Rockin’ the Boat Second Hand Rose VI istress Nan Oh, Mistress Nan's a piquant lass, She never fails to go to mass, And still the girl is rather fast, Fie, fie, for shame, Miss Nan! She's curly hair of golden brown, She used to wear it hanging down. She did it up; made Tommy frown. And now it's bobbed. Oh, my! Her eyes are gray, and let me say That if they ever look your way, You're surely bound to fall. For eyes of gray, fixed Nancy’s way. Are bound to conquer all. And when she smiles in innocence, You know there'll somethin? sure commence. For that's her weapon smiles. Beware that maid, or have first aid Quite handy for her gentle guiles. When she looks off in History time, (Oh, gee! there's nothing that will rhyme!) Miss Coleman says, “Here, none of that! You're acting Ike a little brat. So watch your step, or I’ll get my gat! iiumiuiuuuiiiuiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifiiiffiffiiiffifffilifififfi ffffiii WThe Wtch df Fairy DellJI LIGHT OPERA IN 3 ACTS PRESENTED BY GIRLS’ GLEE (’LI B THE CAST Marguerite ............................................ Kdna Simm Countess ..............................................Anna Healy Mannette ........................................Virginia Johnson Maria ................................................ Helen Blain Christine ............................................Kathryn Hart Adeline ..........................-...............Barbara Yaeger Witch ...................................-..........Betty Randall FLOWER GIRLS Nancy Yellott, Gladys Weiland, Gudfried Wold, Esther Devin Water Cress Girl............................................Louise Crawford Italian l’eanut Vender.................................Mary Stack German Frankfurter Seller....................................Agnes Sherman VILLAGE MAIDENS Margaret Watson, Dorothy Fales, Evaline Fales, Estelle Cyra, Margaret Blaylock, Winifred Nelson. Gudfried Wold, Gladys Weiland, Dorothy Morrison. FAIRIES Esther Devin, Alene Dickson, Edna Simm. Vernice Shaffer, Winifred Nelson, Gudfried Wold. Gladys Weiland, Evaline Fales, Dorothy Fales. GYPSIES Palraere Tobin. Marguerite Vernon. Director ..............................................Mrs. Bagley lr piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihiiiiiiiiijiii THE JUNIOR CLASS OF 1922 PRESENTS PAIR OF April 22, 1921 THE CAST Shipping Clerk ................................................ Thomas Davis Office Boy ....................................................Charles Suder Miss Sallie Parker ........................................... Regina Devin Krome ..........................................................Harold Block George B. Nettleton.. .............................................Max Escher T. Boggs Johns..............................................Eugene Weiland Mrs. George B. Nettleton.......................................Tressye Napier Miss Florence Cole..........................................Dorothy Coburn Tony Toler ..............................................................Alton Andrews Mr. Applegate .................................................. George Raitt Thomas Vanderholt ...............................................Ernest Born Coddles ................................................. Dorothy Morrison Director—Herbert G. Espy Act I. Offices of the Eureka Digestive Pill Company, New York City, No- vember, 1915. Act II. Home of George B. Nettleton, two weeks later. ’ Act III. Same as in Act II. A few hours later. STAFF Business Manager and in Charge of Properties........................Alice Reif Assistant and Business Manager.............................Mary Louise Lofland Stage Manager and Master Electrician.............................Marsh Smith TI1E SENIOR CLASS OF 1921 PRESENTS The importance of being earnesJ ■ Pturtrtt June 7, 1921 THE CAST John Worthing ............................................Eaul Dalke Algernon Moncrief.........................................Steve Kent Rev. Canon Chasuble.....................................Alvin Thompson Merriman .........................................................Earl Carter Lane .........................................................Clarence Irish Lady Bracknell............................................ Anna Healy Hon. Gwendoline Fairfax.............................Mildred Cecily Cardew .........................................Mollie Miss Prism..............................................Betty Director—Herbert G. Espy Act I. Algernon Moncrief’s Rooms in Half Moon Street, Woolton. Act II. The Garden at the Manor House, Woolton. Act III. Morning Room at the Manor House, Woolton. STAFF Business Manager ............................................Dorothy Properties ........................................... Bowers Merritt Randall Vera Hill Jackson iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiii niiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii = § Elizabethan Program I PiUMMER = = December 12, 1921 S MORALITY PLAYS OF 16TH CENTURY PRESENTED BY THE SENIORS Two Morality Plays were written by members of the Senior Class. Their pur- pose was to show the manner in which plays of the 16th Century were enacted. Two Heralds announced the rising of the curtain, which displayed a busy street in London. A Spanish Dancer runs in, and throwing off her cloak, does a graceful dance amidst many cheers and much applauding. The dancer leaves, and the busy Londoners go on their way. A crier comes running in, announcing the plays that are to be enacted in the King’s square. The crowd parts, the players come in and 5E set up their stage, the crowd eagerly watching. Heralds......................Dorothy Fay Southworth, Louise Bruchman Spanish Dancer .......................................Mabel Budd Crier ........................................... Genevieve Lusk COURTIERS Margaret Blaylock, Florence Rasmussen, Mary Stanley, Alice Nelson, Donald Bradley, Max Escher, Paul Plummer, Norman Fain EASY-GO 55 By Paul Amberg Easy-Go ... Facultas ... Parentator Act I. Act II. Act III. Charles Suder Paul Plummer Norman Fain SYNOPSIS Den of Facultas House of Easy-Go Den of Facultas Every Student Hazing ........ English ...... History ...... Algebra EVERY STUDENT By Wallace Oliver .... Ed Marshall Margaret Watson Catherine Meeker ...Tom Bate Other Studies Failure Future . Success ...Alton Andrews ... Helen Finlayson Dorothy Morrison ....... Alice Reif Dorothy Stuart MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM Act I Scene 2 Act III Scene 1 Quince ..........-...... Dann Sherman Fairies: Cob-web ............ Esther Devin Mustard Seed ....... Nadine Murray Pease Blossom ............... Edna Simm Snug ................... John McGuire Bottom ...................... Tom Bate Flute ................. Genevieve Lusk Snout .................... Norman Fain Starveling ........... Paul Plummer Titania ............. Geraldine Barrett Puck .................. Esther Devin PART II MERCHANT OF VENICE Act II Scene 2 Gobbo .............................................. Catherine Meeker Lancelot ........... Alton Andrews Bassanio ......... Dorothy Morrison Gratiano ........... Dorothy Stuart Leonardo .......... Genevieve Lusk .......Ilum.......mm THE JUNIOR CLASS OF 102:5 PRESENTS December 20th, 1021 THE CAST Jack Temple .................................... Frank Fuller ................................... Captain Sharpe ................................. Wigson ......................................... John Brown ..................................... Mrs. Jack Temple ............................... Dorothy ........................................ Mrs. Frank Fuller .............................. Mrs. John Brown................................. Policeman ...................................... Director—Miss Frances Keen Kenneth Harrison .....Joseph Eckert Harry South worth Weldon Humphrey .....Nancy Yellott —Catherine Meeker Pauline Rosenblatt ...Geraldine Barrett .....Kathryn Hart ...Edwin Marshall SYNOPSIS Act I. Drawing Room in Jack Temple’s House. Morning. Act II. Same as Act I. Afternoon. Act III. Same as Act I. Evening. The action is supposed to take place in the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Temple, 99 Curzon Street, Mayfair, London. STAFF Business Manager ...................................... Courtney Coleman Properties Committee . Noel Pegues, Annes Cain, Mary Bunte, Hadley Hicks Music under the direction of F. M. Brandenburg, Director of School Orchestra. Ilr I..... WAMPER....™..| Dolly By W. Rhys-Herbert Period—Eighteenth Century CAST Sir Bertram l)e Lacey (tenor)—The Court Poet.......Lawrence Ingraham Prince Tobbytum (baritone)—A .Man of Consequence Joe Heap William (baritone)—An Honest Farmer George Haiti Robin—A Country Lad......................................Clair Scholey Sylvia (soprano)—Betrothed to De Lacey...............Lthel McMurchie Betty (alto)—Betrothed to William...................Juanita Morrison Arabella—A Lady-in-Waiting at Court.......................Alice Nelson Araminta—Her Sister ....................................Kathryn Hart p0jjv Nadine Murray Molly..................Friends of Betty’s..................Edna Simm Esther Devin Margaret Blaylock Alene Dickson Winifred Nelson Florence Rasmussen CHORUS FARMERS’ DAUGHTERS: Dora Rosenblatt Agnes Sherman Gudfrid Wold Pauline Rosenblatt Ruth Terry Dorothy Morrison Virginia Johnson Nettie Silver Nancy Yellott Alma Wauamaker Eugene Weiland Waiter Marshall Wallace Oliver Clair Scholey Ned Yount FARM LADS: Theodore Martin Dann Sherman Robert Martin Edwin Marshall Kenneth Harrison Loren Schultz Chai Alice Archambeau Helen Bangs Frances Hicks Gladys Weiland Louise Weil Learah Cooper HAYMAKERS: Estelle Cyra Barbara Jaeger Eugenia Jennings Lillian Munro Dorothy Fales Grace Mosher Courtney Coleman Joe Eckert Edgar Oliver Weldon Humphrey Charles Suder •les Shaw Helen Strom Helen Watson Myrtle Welch Helen Yeomans Marion McNeely Mary Redding Act 1. A Bayfield. Summer Morning. Act II. A Bayfield. Later in the Same Day. Under the Direction of Miss Marjorie Nelson. Accompanist—Miss Almira Luobke. Libretto—Miss Frances Keen. iJjllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllill! T-H The Prescott High School Athletic Association is the largest organiza- tion in the school. It is composed of the faculty and student body, who become members upon payment of an annual fee. The alumni and residents of Prescott who have the interests of the school at heart are eligible to associate membership at a slightly smaller fee. The association is governed by a board composed of two representatives from each of the classes and five from the faculty. The officers are elected from this board. The members for the board for the year 1921-1922 are: SENIORS SOPHOMORES Donald Bradley, President Esther Devin Helen Finlayson, Secretary Lester Haskell JUNIORS FRESHMEN Ruth Lawrence, Vice-President Kenneth Harrison Zona Coleman Dann Sherman FACULTY Mr. Martin, Mr. Moore, Miss Coleman, Treasurer; Mr. O’Loughlin, Miss Foster ................................limi WAMPER iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii AS B-l □ A1 brl La� The baseball season of 1921 proved to be a very successful one. The Badgers showed that they were by far the best high school team in Northern Arizona. Prospects for this year look very promising, as everybody is back on the job except two players. Watch Coach O’Loughlin and the baseballers. 1921—THE LINE-UP—1921 Catcher ..................................................................... Max Escher Pitchers ......................................Harry Southworth, Ralph Weiland First Base .................................................... Alvin Thompson Second Base ............. .......................................Donald Bradley Shortstop ..............................................Captain Eugene Weiland Third Base ..........................................................Harold Poe Left Field ...................................................... Ralph Weiland Center Field ....................................................... George Raitt Right Field ................................................... Walter Marshall Sub ............................................................. Jerome Nelson 22 Jerome 1 THE RECORD At Prescott Prescott 17 Clarkdale 0 At Prescott Prescott 18 Jerome 3 At Jerome Prescott 17 Clarkdale 1 At Clarkdale Prescott 8 — Tempe Normal 27 At Prescott Prescott 15 Flagstaff Normal 3 At Flagstaff Prescott 27 5E Opponents 35 Total Prescott .... 102 5- U.,to-A Coach—MR. O’LOUGHLIN 1921—THE LINE-UP Kenneth Harrison ................................................. Center Courtney Coleman . Right Guard George Raitt ...............................................Right Tackle Kugeiie Weiland .............................................. Right End Donald Bradley ......................................................Full Back Edwin Marshall ............................................... Left Guard Frank Skemar ................................................ Left Tackle Ralph Weiland ................................................. Left End Jack Barrett ..................................................Left Half Hadley Hicks .................................................Right Half Max Escher (Captain)....................................... Quarter Back The Subs—Edgar Oliver. Robert Gonzales. THE RECORD Badgers..................... 0 At Prescott Alumni ............ Badgers.................... 24 At Prescott Holbrook ........ Badgers.................... 27 At Prescott Flagstaff Normal Badgers.................... 14 At Prescott Winslow .......... Badgers.................... 13 At Prescott Clarkdale ......... 12 G 6 27 0 Badgers 78 Total Opponents.........51 BADGER FOOTBALL IX 1! 21 Rated as Northern Champions in 1920, the Badgers undertook in their 1921 season the methodical elimination of all challengers for the title. The annual game with the alumni out of the way; Flag Normal. Hol- brook High and Clarkdale High were successively defeated on the home field. On Armistice Day the feature game for the title was played with Win- slow High at Winslow. With the score 6-6 in the third quarter, the battered Badgers were unable longer to smother Sutherland, Winslow’s star half-back, and lost a game struggle, though scoring a second time in the fourth quarter. Winslow’s 27-14 victory over the Badgers, the only team she failed to hold scoreless, gave her the Northern Championship. Though an exceedingly light squad, the Badgers were rated the fastest of the prep teams, and con- sistently showed high sportsmanship and gameness. As they told Winslow. “Next year we will take our title away from you again.” pillllHtlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllltllllllM Tlii 1922—BADGER IJ XE-UP—1922 Harry Southworth . Forward = Eugene Weiland Forward EE Edgar Oliver Forward Donald Bradley (Captain) Guard = Max Eseher Guard Paul Plummer Guard EE Ralph Weiland Center Boys’ Coach Mr. O’Loughlin 55 BOYS’ RECORD — Prescott 26 Jerome 28 Prescott 42 Williams 27 15 Tompp Normal Prescott 12 Mesa 46 Prescott... 23 Gilbert 29 Prescott 7 Jerome 27 Prescott 37 Clarkdale 36 Prescott 162 Total Opponents. The Senior hoys want to mention the fact that they won the silver cup for interclass basketball. This is the third year in succession, and they have annexed it for a elas is rememberance of ’22. al fff fiffffnff ffffffffifif fiiifiiifiiiiiiiififiiifiiff iifiiiiiifiiiiiiifiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiumiuiu T-H -K The Lnparelled Adventures of One .lose AN EPIC IN TWO CANTOS By Himself CANTO I One foggy summer night While the sun was shining bright, In a little mountain valley Jose primed his ancient galley. Then he struggled with the oars And with many lusty roars, He mounted toward the sun As a bullet from a gun. The sun’s light slowly faded And Jose, though tired and jaded, From his never ceasing toil, Noticed with dismay, His motor start to boil. CANTO II There was a terrible detonation Which shook the craft’s foundation, Jose, sitting in his chair, Dropped swiftly through the air. He passed by a shining star And murmured softly: “How you are?” But this swift, earthward motion Was obstructed By the surface of the ocean. Jose sank just like lead. So, unless he’s stealing mermaids’ kisses, He is dead Among the fishes. JOE ARCHAMBEAU ’22 Hearing Is Believing Speak! Speak! thou fearful guests! English and all the rest, Greatest of all known pests, Cometh to daunt me! Taught by a merciless crowd, Who cause me to cry aloud, Ye! Oh! Ye! pedagogues! Why dost thou haunt me? Then from those smoldering eyes Great anger seems to rise And with this she replies, “You are a bonehead!” Hoping it is not so, Off to next class I go, Murmuring in tones of woe, “Am I a bonehead?” Not long in doubt remain For in each class the same; Each teacher’s sure to claim, “You are a dumbell!” But when with school I’m through, I’ll be depressed and rue, For I’ll believe it, too— I am a dumbell. HELEN FINLAYSON ’22 A Midnight Escapade of the Badgerettes Thursday eve, so I’ve been told, Was practice night and the air was cold. The doors were locked, not a key in sight, And the girls were to practice that Thursday night. The air hole was open; the rumor went round That Esther, the little, easily swung down, Then pushed on the door till the hinges squeaked, And the rest flocked in like a bunch of sheep. And while we were playing, Mr. Moore came in; And he asked Miss Foster how the girls got in. And when she told him, he said, “My eye! These Badeerettes will do or die!” ROSE N. BLATT. piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii H[ I 5SAYAMPER iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniii| literature' Her Rich Uncle I didn’t really have a rich uncle, at least not then. My rich uncle was only an imaginary person—a very imaginary one at that. You see, .Susan Lane had one; that was the way it started. He lived in one of the big cities way back east, and he was always sending her lovely things. He owned a shoe factory, and Susan had a pair of shoes for every day in the month—almost. She kept them on the shelves in her closet all lined up in neat rows. First came the very high boots on the left hand side of the top shelf, then the high shoes, then the lower ones, and so on till on the right hand side of the bottom shelf were all her dancing pumps. All the girls in town know how Susan’s shoes are arranged, because when any of them go to see her she always takes them up into her room, and for some reason or other opens the closet door. Susan always sees to it that every new girl that comes to town calls on her at least once. Elizabeth, my best chum, who has just three pairs of shoes, as I have, says it’s a wonder Susan doesn’t keep hers in the bookcase or on the piano. But I’m sure if she did, there’s nobody left to find out about them that doesn’t know already, unless it’s the piano tuner. I didn’t really envy Susan her rich uncle. I would rather have hats than shoes any day. So I just wished I had a rich uncle with a hat factory, or, better still, a factory that made all kinds of girls’ clothes. But it all didn’t do a bit of good, for Daddy’s two brothers both have monstrous families and Mother was an only child, and as for the second uncles (isn’t that what you call them?) nobody seemed to know much about them. So “rich uncle” had just become sort of an expression. Whenever I wanted anything very badly I would say, “Oh, I wish my rich uncle would send it!” Daddy would laugh and Mother would frown and say I had very expensive tastes, and that was always the last that would ever come of it. But it happened that this day I wanted something very especially. I was quite sure I had never wanted anything quite so much. “Oh, if I only had a rich uncle— a very, very rich uncle,” I said to myself, f6r I didn’t dare tell Mother and Daddy, this time, what I wanted, for it was altogether too much. It was—a Ford racer, and I wasn’t even quite sure if rich uncles ever gave girls Ford racers or not. Few of the girls had them—only two, in fact—or their big brothers did. But then they got to drive them, and they looked so cool and comfortable sailing by on a hot day all dressed in a white middy suit, with their hair blowing back and everything. Helen’s brother, David, had a yellow one, and Helen was going to drive it up to Lawrence Saturday, when our baseball team went up to play Lawrence High. That was the especial reason that I wanted a Ford racer. Oh, how I wanted to see that S game! — Saturday morning came, and I went to the train to see the boys off. The crowd gave some team yells, but we mivht have yelled, “Hail Columbia. Happy Land” for all that I remembered afterwards. Also, I said goodbye to Helen, and to Alice, who was going with her. “I wish you were going, too, Milly,” Helen said, but that was just about as bad as wishing for a rich uncle. I watched them till they were out of sight, and felt iust like sitting down and crying. I did cry just a little, teeny, weeny bit. After a dreadfully long afternoon, which I spent in watching the clock, a telegram finally came from David (he always sends me one when the team plays out of town). On the yellow sheet was written, “We won. Score 14 to 9.” I was so glad then that I didn’t care so much, after all, about the Ford racer. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihi About two weeks went by, and our team was going: to play Parker on our home field. It was going to be the best game of the season, so tar, for neither team had been beaten. Elizabeth and I always take out tickets, but this time, be- cause the school was in the hole, we each took out fifteen. After school we went down-town to sell them. Only those who have sold tickets know the trials of a ticket agent. About half the people we asked said they were going to leave town before Saturday. “Do you think they are all really going?” Elizabeth asked in concern. “Why, if they do, there will be hardly any people left in Hillsborough by Saturday.” “What would you do—I think I’d faint if somebody came and ASKED for a ticket, wouldn’t you?” I said. We had, by much tact and persuasion, each sold five. That was pretty good, but then we each had ten left, and ten tickets unsold is an awful lot. “I wish my rich uncle had nineteen sons and they all loved baseball and were here now,” I said. We were in Morton’s after some candy, and just as I said that, a young man who was standing at the counter near by, looked at me suddenly. I hoped he hadn’t heard my foolish remark. He was awfully good looking. We went out with our candy. “Let’s not sell any more tonight,” said Elizabeth. “I’m tired to death. I’m sure if I ever get to be a lunatic, I’ll keep saying, ‘Parker versus Hillsborough High; best game of the season; only fifty cents; school needs the money.’ ” I told her it was very wicked to talk about ever being a lunatic; but I was tired, too, so we started home. We stood talking on Elizabeth’s corner for a little while, and I hadn’t gone very far after saying goodbye when suddenly a young man stopped me. “Are you selling tickets to the baseball game?” he asked. “Why—ah—yes,” I said. “How many have you left?” he questioned. I told him, and then I think I received the shock of my life. “I’ll take them, please,” he said. No, I didn’t faint. That would have been foolish, because then he might have changed his mind. I tried to take the money in a matter of course sort of way, but my hands shook so I could hardly hold the greenbacks. There were five of them, crisp one dollar ones. “You are Mildred Fair, aren’t you?” “Why, yes,” I told him, though just then I wasn’t quite sure if I was or not. “Well, I am your rich uncle from Chicago.” “My rich uncle!” I gasped. “But—but I didn’t really have a rich uncle.” I thought he must have made a mistake. “Oh, didn’t you ?” he said. “But perhaps you have now.” “Oh, and have you ten sons?” I asked excitedly. It was a very foolish ques- tion, because he was a very young man and awfully good looking. Then he laughed—oh, how he laughed! I had never heard anyone laugh just like that before. And then I saw that he was the young man who had been leaning against the counter do yn at Morton’s. “Oh, I didn’t mean that!” I said, feeling very embarrassed. “But have you a hat factory?” “A hat factory!” he exclaimed in consternation. “And must I have a hat factory?” “Oh, no; of course not. But you aren’t really very old, are you? I mean old enough to be my uncle?” “Oh, yes; I am plenty old enough,” he told me. “You don’t look very old,” I assured him. “Oh, I know. You’re a second uncle!” “A second uncle?” I thought he was going to laugh again, but he didn’t. “I am your father’s, brothers,’ uncle’s, cousin’s, aunt’s, grandmother’s uncle. You understand, don’t you?” “O-h-h-! yes,” I said. I didn’t want to admit that I really didn't understand at all. “Then you’re a very distant uncle.” “Not so very distant,” he said. Then all of a sudden I seemed to be waking out of a dream, for I discovered that I had been walking—was now standing in front of our house. Oh, what a pang in my heart! So I really didn’t have a rich uncle after all! I felt in my poc' et for the tickets, but no! There were five crisp one-dollar bills instead! Yes, and there was the young man holding the gate open for me. I looked at him and expected any minute to see him turn into the gatepost, but instead he asked what was the matter. T-m iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii “Please pinch me,” I said, “because Pm very much a—very much afraid Pm dreaming.” Oh, we spent a lovely evening—all our family. His name is Thornton Calver He isn't really exactly an uncle, but a distant relation of Daddy’s and the son of an old college friend. He ame to Hillsborough to see about some interests his father has in some mines near here. When he found Daddy was in town he went up immediately to the office to see him, and Dad for some unknown reason told him, among other things, of my craving for a rich uncle, and, also, invited him to sup- per When he heard me say something about a rich uncle down at Morton’s he thought it couldn’t have been anybody but me. His father is immensely rich, so he assured me when I suggested that perhaps he had better not buy ten tickets and use only one. He has a lovely seven-passenger car, and, by the way, I don’t want a Ford racer any more. David took he riding in his, one Saturday and that changed my opinion of them. I had thought they looked cool, but, oh, looks are deceiving! The sun beat down on our heads, and, besides, we have to stick our feet way down in the engine somewhere. I never came so near to roasting in my life, and when I got home my nice white middy suit, that I had taken pains to wear, was all mussy and dirty, and my fact was as red as my tie. To go riding with Thornton Calver is lots nicer. It gives one such a pleasant feeling when there are only two in a great big car and the whole back seat is empty and you know he could take lots more people if he wanted to. In a Ford racer you know he HAS to take only one. Oh, I almost forgot to say that we won the game with Parker. Thornton Calver is going to take Mother and Elizabeth and me to Turner when the t sm goes up there. Also, he always buys ten tickets to every game that’s played in Hillsborough. He’s awfully good looking. Oh ye«: I think my rich uncle is lots nicer than Susan Lane’s! DOROTHY FALES, ’23. Aunt Tabitha s Debut “Aunt Tabitha coming? And tonight? And my big party all planned. Oh, Horrors! Mercy, mother; she’ll spoil everything. We’ve got to do something!” Billy Brent burst into tears. “Now, come, daughter,” consoled her mother; “it’s not my fault she s a Puritan, and remember she’s your father’s only sister.” “It’s not father’s fault, either. And there I’ve hired the jazziest orchestra in town, and she’ll spoil it all. We’ve simply got to do something. We’ll have to get her upstairs somehow, and maybe she’ll go to bed early. Good gracious, she’s com- ing now!” Billy flew upstairs to change her dress and played the part of a lovely niece of a Puritan Aunt the rest of the day. In the evening, however, Aunt Tabitha insisted on sitting in a large chair before the library fire, and seemed settled � r the evening. Billy was hurriedly thinking, “Oh, why doesn’t she go to bed! The ball-room is right next to the library, too Goodness! I’ll have to go up now and get ready.” a little after eight the guests began to arrive. Billy, busy assisting the guests, and with a hundred and one little details on her mind, forgot Aunt Tabitha entirely. When the orchestra began tuning up, Billy dashed into the library, only to find Aunt Tabby gone. The sigh of relief that escaped was great, and she went off to enjoy the evening whole-heartedly. As she sat sipping punch and conversing happily with Don Warren she suddenly sat upright and almost collapsed at what she saw. Aunt Tabby in an evening dress, and it was HEKS. After the guests had departed Aunt Tabby announced, “I think dancing tends to corrupt the morals of the very young, but it brings back the bloom of youth to the aged.” And at the sight of the youthful bloom on Auntie’s cheeks, Billy recog- nized her own shade of rouge. MARION McNEELY, ’24. ■Illll!ll!!l!lllllllllllllllllllll!llllllll!lllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllll!!lllllllillllllllllllllllllllirm i....mu....rFM§'HA5SAYAlvPER .......... Little Eagle Down the long line of ancestors Little Eagle was the only one who did not promise to be some day a great warrior. His father, a proud, dignified old warrior, who had been chief of his tribe for many, many summers, had led his braves through many a battle, and by the magic of his little under-water animal, had made many miraculous escapes. But Little Eagle was difierent somehow. He was indifferent to all warriors and their doings, and he didn’t even admire his father’s renowned weapon, an old flintlock from the trading post, which was the pride of the old chieftain’s heart. But he loved his bows, his arrows and his hunting very, very much. The swift, unerring flight of the arrow from his bow was the envy of the whole Blackfoot camp, and he could run and leap like a deer, swim like a beaver, and scale trees like a cat. Because of his indifference he was allowed to pursue his own sports until his sixteenth summer. The night before his initiation into the world of warriors, he had a long talk with his father. The old chief told him, among other things, that it was high time he stopped being a pappoose and made himself famous as a true brave. He was awakened, the next morning, by the loud cries of the camp crier just as the last star was fading away. It was the signal for the camp to bestir itself and make ready for the going of the warriors. This day, Little Eagle was also to be one of the brave band, so he dignifiedly arose from his buffalo couch and pre- pared for his departure. When the first pale touch of dawn showed in the eastern sky he was waiting patiently by the door of his father’s wigwam, seated on his small but swift pinto and dressed in all his new finery. There was no eagerness in his attitude, because he felt no eagerness, nor any excitement in this, his first battle. He rode impassively away with the others amid the wails and cries of the women and children, and the shouts of the old men and boys. The enemy’s camp, as reported by scouts, was three days’ journey to the west, so it was not until sunset of the third day that they sighted it from the top of a high ridge. It was only a small but fierce band of Sioux braves, come to steal buffalo from the hunting grounds of the Blackfeet. They were camped in a large, grassy flat by the banks of a swiftly flowing river. It seemed another day to the feverishly excited Indians before the barking of dogs announced the arrival of the hunters of the Sioux band, and darkness came, which was the signal for them to start their slow, snake-like crawl toward the camp where the fires blazed and the Sioux made merry over their evening meal of stolen meat. Little Eagle, crawling along behind his father, was impatient at this delay. He was for rushing right down upon them instantly; but, as his father told him tersely, he had much to learn. When they had crawled almost upon the camp the chieftain hooted, owl-like. Instantly there was a rush of moccasined feet from all sides, and the air was filled with the mingled cries and hoarse shouts of the Sioux braves, the report of rifles and whizz of arrows, the barking of dogs and the hideous yell of the Blackfeet. For an instant Little Eagle was confused by this turmoil and he lost sight of his father. He stood still for a moment in the shadows, and then fitting an arrow into his bow, he leaped into the fire light. As he did so a sight met his eyes that filled him with insane rage. There, down on his knees was his proud old father, and towering over him stood a large, evil-looking Sioux, one hand on his throat and the other clutching a raised tomahawk. With a howl of anger he flung him- self on the Indian. There was a short scuffle; then Little Eagle arose, bent over a silent form and entered the fray like a thing gone wild. Never before had the Blackfeet seen such fighting; never before had a proud Sioux cowered before a Blackfoot. He fought silently but with a savage determination to avenge his father. When the fray was over a small band of silent men left the bloody ground and in the gray of dawn they buried their dead, among them the proud old chief. Silently, then, they rode back toward the east, Little Eagle in their lead. By EDITH YEOMANS, 25. A Blizzard After the day’s work is over, it has become a habit for my father’s employees to sit down and talk. I said employees; the employees sit, all right, but they do not Jalk; not to any great extent, anyway; but they do listen. The reason is, they can’t . help themselves without being rude, for among these employees there is a certain old man who does the talking. If anything is mentioned and he knows anything about it, or even thinks he does, he tells IT with many little side tales to illustrate points in his narrative. In spite of this, he really does tell some good stories. One evening as we were sitting on the “spud” pile in the back room, some one happened to say something about an old-time stage coach they had ridden in. The old man immediately spit out his tobacco, wiped his mouth on his coat sleeve, and told the following story: “That reminds me of the time my old boss, Senator Wilson, used to tell about. You know, in the old days there used to be a stage line running from Albuquerque to Los Angeles. There was one company that had a contract for the whole. Later it was broken up and let in separate contracts for each two days’ run. You see--” here he wandered off and told why it was divided. “Well, one day the Senator was returning from Washington and had taken the stage. In the party there were three army7 officers and their wives returning to their post after a leave. Upon leaving, the women took the box seat so as to avoid the stuffiness of the cab and enjoy the scenery, but when it began to get cool, along about evening, they were glad enough to move inside and let the men entertain the driver. As the stage did not stop at night, but only changed horses and driver, it was necessary to try to sleep while the stage was pitching and bouncing over none too good roads. This first night there was no sleep, but the second, everyone was so tired that the rocking and pitching only made it feel like a hammock swaying in the breeze. “The stage stopped for supper at Hackberry. When it pulled out the stars were all clouded over and a biting wind was blowing from the north. The driver and senator expressed their views of such weather and the senator suggested staying for the night in Hackberry. This could not be done, for the stage company had been forced to guarantee a fast trip, weather bad or otherwise. “When about ten miles out, the breeze got brisker, and the senator, who was riding on the box because of the lack of room in the cab, could feel a bit of snow hit his face every once in a while. Soon they were in it, the snow came thicker; the wind came harder and colder. Soon the two men on the box could not see more than twenty feet in front, but by slow and careful driving they were able to keep the road. In a few 'minutes they could not see the horses’ heads. The snow did not seem to fall, but to be racing across the flat country parallel to the earth. To stop the horses was out of the question; they would freeze in ten minutes. It was only by slapping of hands and stamping of feet that the men were able to stand it. The horses kept moving even though they had lost the road, only swerving aside as their feet failed to touch ground and they knew that there was a ditch in front of them, whether ten or a hundred feet deep could not be told. The senator would drop off to sleep only to be awakened by the driver, for to go to sleep meant freeze. The whole long night they spent in this way. Then it began to lighten up a bit and they could see a ways in front of them, but not far, for the snow was still flying thickly and the wind showed no decrease. Along about nine o’clock the weather broke in all directions. Snow, snow, and more snow, was all they could see. Stopping the stage, the senator and the soldiers began to prod around and look for wood. Suddenly the driver reached down into the snow and pulled, but nothing happened. Then with his hands and feet he scraped the snow away and saw a signboard which read, ‘Hackberry 3 Miles.’ They had circled completely around Hackberry and, were now on the road they had traveled just the other even- ing. They returned To Hackberry, and after a good meal they all turned in, con- tract or no contract.” The men looked at the clock. It was after quitting time. There was a rush for coats and hats and the story telling was over. HADLEY HICKS, ’23. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Tlii-ffASSMMPER ...........................................................mi.......� .....me His 1 lirill It was a beautiful desert night. The great moon’s rays shown mistily through wandering clouds and dotted the land with light. All was silent, and then the shriek of a train whistle broke the great stillness and a Pullman train found its way like a huge serpent across the desert, which a moment before had appeared as if never touched by the hand of man. In one car the berths had not been made up, and its few occupants were loung- ing around in the weary manner so common to travelers. Among the passengers, however, there were two who were not weary. These young college chaps, for such one could ascertain them to be, were enjoying their vacation and each other’s com- pany to the utmost. “Don, we’ve had a fine summer, haven’t we, old man?” This question was from Gale Condon, a tall, blonde, pleasing young fellow. “Oh, yes,” replied Don Burton; “we’ve had a good trip, but I’m disappointed. You know,” his brown eyes twinkled and he laughed in an embarrassed manner, “from the time 1 was a little tad I’ve always believed that if I came West I would find some real excitement. Oh, sure; we’ve seen the Grand Canyon and all the natural wonders of the West, but somehow I’ve always felt that out here I would meet some, well, to be exact, some blood-curdling excitement. Perhaps it is just a fancy; at least it looks as though I shall go back to Harvard without my thrill and keep on wearing my brain out in hopes that I may some day be a doctor.” “Well, cheer up; we are a long way from home yet,” replied Gale, “and, by the way, I wouldn’t mind some excitement myself. Speaking of thrills, doesn’t that muttering porter give you the creeps?” “Yes; here he comes now. I hope he gets off at the next stop; he’s not ex- citing, and he’s very uncomfortable to have around,” answered Don. A great loose-limbed negro porter was ambling down the aisle. His large head was bowed and he was muttering indistinguishable things to himself. “Brrrr,” whispered Gale as he passed them; “he is as comforting as a ducking on a winter’s morning.” The conversation fell off here and the boys began to read. About an hour later Don felt a slight pressure on his arm, and looking down saw a very little girl whom the boys had become very fond of on their trip. She was not the merry little tot of a short time before; great tears of fright stood in her blue eyes. “What is it, Jane; what can Don do for you?” asked the lad gently, as he tried to gather the little girl into his arms; but Jane was too excited to be held. She twisted out of his arms and looked imploringly into his eyes. “Mamma sick; oh, so sick,” she sobbed. The boys were concerned, and as the little girl begged, “Come quick; come quick,” they rose to go with her. They found the child’s mother writhing in agony; her head was thrown back and her lips drawn with pain. Don, like a true physician, took in the situation calmly and placed the little woman in a more comfortable position. “What is the matter; what have you taken?” questioned Don, and painfully the woman told him that the last she remembered was taking a drink of water which Jane had brought to her from the tank. Don’s brows lilted. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said. “Looks like strychnine poison,” he whispered to Gale. “Tell the conductor or whoever you see that I must have some hot salt water quickly.” By the time this remedy was administered the train pulled into a small city station. “Gale, call an ambulance. Tell that policeman out there not to let anyone off the train, and above all see that that water tank is locked. This woman has been poisoned!” These orders came quickly from Don; and Gale, anxious to be of some use, ran off to do his bidding. By this time the little woman was in less pain. A kind nurse promised to take good care of Jane, and the little girl and her mother were whizzed off in the ambulance. “She’ll get well,” Don replied to Gale’s inquiry, “but I got to her just in time.” Gale stayed outside with the policeman to guard the train and Don re-entered the train. As the boy was walking through the narrow passage of the car the muttering porter stepped from the dressing room. He blocked Don’s way and started mumbling in broken sentences. ......................urn WAMPER m........................ S “Ah have read, yes, boy, Ah have read of the slavery of my people and Ah will revenge them. You all shall not treat ma folk des way. No! No! No!” His = voice rose higher and higher and his bloodshot eyes came nearer and nearer to Don’s face. Don gasped and stepped back; it was all so sudden, but his clear brain took in the situation. He knew that he was dealing with a maniac who had very = likely gone crazy on the subject of slavery. “What do you know about the poison in the water tank?” Looking the great negro square in the eye, Don shot this question at him. The porter’s eyes wan- dered; he was frantically looking for some means of escape. Finding no way out of the situation, he gave a cry of rage and tried to capture Don in his mammoth arms. Here the boy’s football tactics came to the rescue. He ducked and the negro sprawled over his back, cut his temple on the window sill and fell in an unconscious — heap in the aisle. “Somebody call the police before this big ‘guy’ comes to,” yelled Don to the == crowd that had been attracted by the noise. There were soon several police on the — scene. Don left the policemen with the negro and went to find Gale. His friend, who had just heard of the excitement, was coming at full speed up the track from where = he had been guarding the last Pullman. = “What happened? Where is he? What did he do?” questioned Gale in one breath, but he got no further. The great negro had come to, and, guarded by three police, was descending from the platform. He saw Gale and Don, and at sight of the latter a cruel light of recognition came into his eyes. With one plunge he broke away from his captor; the next moment his great fist struck Don under the jaw, and the unfortunate lad stretched out on the platform. But the maniac was not content. His next blow landed on Gale’s eyes and that young man followed his companion. By this time aid had come, and before the negro did more damage he was handcuffed and hurried off. Gale sat up, tenderly rubbed his eye, arose and walked unsteadily over to Don, who 'was sitting up, gingerly feeling his jaw. As Don looked up Gale smiled. “Did you say something about excitement?” he asked. EE = HELEN FINLAYSON, ’22. = Mid-Winter Night s Dream “Mother, I think I’ll go to bed now. Those oysters I had for supper didn’t agree with me.” After having tossed around in my bed for about an hour, I plunged into Dreamland. Usually my dreams are pleasant, but tonight the oysters were on my mind. It was a gloomy night in winter. It had not stopped snowing since very early in the morning. What shall I do? The piano wouldn’t do; books wouldn’t do; nothing would do. Oh, how I wished I were dead! Suddenly I thought of the telephone; I could telephone some unknown being to come and see me. Oh, horrors! That snowstorm has taken the telephone, too. I was thinking bitter thoughts against telephones, people, books, and pianos, when I heard the door bell ring. I jumped up with an eager feeling that at last someone was going to come and save my soul. I ran to the door, and, on opening it, a stranger came in quickly, closing the door behind him. “Pardon me,” he said in a hard voice. “I just had to get in somewhere. I got lost in the snowstorm. By the way, will you please tell me if Mr. Jackson lives near here ? I was told that it was around here, but I couldn’t find any house but this. Do you happen to know him ? He’s my uncle.” “Well, I guess I do; he’s my father,” I replied. “I suppose you are Mr. Lots.” “.Tackson, your father? Heavens! I didn’t know he had a girl--------------- of all things!” Then he stared at me, and having nothing else to do, I smiled back. “What are you smiling for?” he snapped. “Oh, ’cause I like you. You seem to be awfully nice ” He only frowned, went to the library, where he sat down, in deep thought. I sat near him and looked him up and down. T-HE-P He was a man about six feet tall, slenderly built, and although he had a cruel expression on his face, he was VERY handsome. Both of us were silent, stealing' glances at each other now and then until father came home. For two weeks he never spoke to me, if he could help it. He would just pass me, looking straight ahead as if I were a mere nothing, or if he did glance in my direction he would frown. Finally, one night he asked me to go down to the seashore with him. We went, and after a silence of about fifteen minutes, he suddenly turned around and asked me to marry him. My astonishment kept me silent. After what seemed to me ages: “Well, isn’t it about time you were answering me?” he asked. At that I laughed. “Why, Mr. Lots, what do you think I am, a fool?” “What do you mean?” “Oh, nothing; I thought you meant it, that’s all.” “I do,” he exclaimed hotly. “Then you’re a fool for thinking that I would be fool enough to marry you,” I answered. At that he took me by the shoulders with a mad fury. “You won’t marry me!” “Of course not,” I replied. Madness took possession of him. “See that water?” he said. “That’s where you’ll land if you say no again. Once more, will you marry me?” “No,” I said with the greatest calm. My calmness made him madder and he flung me to the ocean. I tried to scream but the water stopped me. I was sinking fast. Every time I opened my eyes I could see everywhere oysters, oysters! They would take off their shells and come wobbling towards me. I am sure I swallowed one or two. Finally, I came to the bottom of the sea, and to my horror I landed upon a bed of oysters, which right away tickled me. With relief, 1 saw a great big fish come towards me and swallow me, and so I died. After having died such a death, 1 became a spirit. REVENGE! I would haunt that Mr. Lots. I went home, to find him sitting in a comfortable chair in the libra ry. I knocked at the door and disappeared. On opening the door darkness met him and nothing more. I did this again, but this time I stayed. He opened the door with a frown, but instead of darkness I was there. With a shudder he shut the door and went back to the library, only to find me sitting in his chair. He passed a hand over his brow, tried to sit down anyway, but I kicked him and dis- appeared again. I went up to the attic and put on a beautiful green gown which had little oysters clinging everywhere. Just then the old clock struck midnight; at the same time I heard some one coming up the stairs. I stood still; the door opened and he came in; then his face grew pale. At that I took courage and spoke to him. “Are you afraid of me, that you grow sc pale? You didn’t use to be. Or are you afraid to hang? Because, if you are, you can cast yourself into the sea and land upon a bed of oysters; then you’ll be with me.” By this time I had somehow worked towards the window; now I stumbled and fell out four stories. I landed with a crash in a bed of oyster shells. With a start I woke up, to find myself upon the floor, which was covered with marbles which my little brother had left there. I crawled back to bed, resolved never to eat oysters again. By EUGENIA JENNINGS, ’25. niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ly Conscience With a Freshman’s Apologies to R. L. S. I have a little conscience That goes everywhere with me, And what can be the use of it Is more than I can see. It’s very, very like me, Though try howe’er I may, I never yet have found The moral of its play. The funniest thing about it Is the way it likes to say, “Don’t do it, Don’t do it,” in the queerest sort of way. Sometimes it’s in a loud voice, Sometimes it’s in a small, But sometimes when I’m very good, I don’t hear it at all. At other times when things go wrong And the world seems very blue; When things seem to work out backwards No matter what I do, ’Tis then I hear a counsel wise And try another tack, With a firmer step for the uphill climb And no fear of falling back. LILLIAN MUNRO, ’25. The O cean Oh, deep blue waters of the sea, That bring such happy thoughts to me, To see the dashing waves at play, I seem to hear just what they say! ALMA WANAMAKER, ’25. Vah Oftimes our saddest thoughts recall some joy; When we pick up a battered, worn-out toy There flashes through our minds again the thought And memory of the pleasure it first brought. To say goodbye we think brings pain. But it instead recalls again A glad four years. What joy they tell! And so, dear school, Vale! Farewell! DOROTHY STUART, ’22. Stung! A ONE-ACT PLAY CHARACTERS: Dick—A Senior boy. Joe—His chum. Hetty—Dick’s sister. A new girl. Setting—The hallway of a large High School. Scene I. Enter Joe and Betty. Joe: Say, Betty, do you want to get even with Dick for telling that new Senior boy that you are only fifteen. Betty: Do I want a million dollars? Show me the way. Joe: He promised to meet that new girl in the hallway at noon. He told me that he was going to ask her for a date to the show. Now, the dress you have on is exactly the same shade as hers and you are both very near the same size. That big floppy hat of hers is in the cloak-room and she has a way of not letting one see her face under it. Get the idea? Betty: I’ll say I do! But how will we keep her from turning up at an inopportune time. Joe: Oh, I’ll meet her coming from Latin and tell her that Dick was taken sick and had to go home. Betty: Oh. the plot thickens! Hurry, it’s just five minutes until twelve. Scene II. Enter Dick, a tall, good-looking fellow, who walks up to a girl in a blue dress and a big floppy hat. She is standing by a window. He: Oh, here you are. I don’t know why, but I rather feared you would fail me. She: As if I could fail the hero of the school. How foolish you are. He: (Importantly but rather self consciously): Oh, thank you. I won- der if you would let the hero of the school take you to the show tonight? She: Oh, I would be delighted. He: Where shall I call for you? She: Where do you live? He: At 550 Congress Street. Why? She: (Removing her hat and revealing her facet: Because you may call for me there, brother, dear. lie: (Gasps with astonishment): Well, I’ll be--------. (Looks out of the window, through which he sees Joe and the new girl.) New Girl: And I can’t find my hat. Joe: Oh. maybe it will turn up this afternoon. You don’t need a hat to go tc the show with me anyway. CAlNDw The radiophone has nothing on our Hassayamper Parrot. That Bird picked up these and tattled ’em in Oswald’s ear. Our unsophisticated ingenue, Pauline, was overheard asking George Raitt: “Have you ever kissed a girl?” To which that dumb-bell replied: “Hey! wotcha want? Is that an invitation, or are you gathering statistics?” (It’s our opinion that guy missed an opportunity; or, better yet, maybe he didn’t lose out after all, who can tell?) And the other day as Jocko was perched over the tailor’s door he saw Herbert Green being fitted for a suit. Of him the tailor was solicitously as'.dng: “Do you want padded shoulders, my little man?” And Herbert replied, “Naw! Pad the pants, that’s where I need it most.” Jocko is on the job when it comes to the Faculty. Some Bird! Miss Bitner asked Charles Major to give the possessive of Mr. McKee. To which that romantic youth replied, “Mrs. McKee!” Jocko, our faithful messenger, picked up this bit of cynical conversation in the boys’ clubroom at the rear of the High School: Loren S.: “Shakespeare saj s that the natural food for love is music.” C. Suder: “Shakespeare was bright, but he had his faults.” Loren S.: “Why?” C. Suder: “The natural food for love is ‘mush.’ ” (Oh, Charles! Do you eat Mellin’s Food for breakfast?) Perched on his master’s shoulder, Jocko heard this bit of talk: Oswald: “Say, Blockie, do you know any jokes?” Blockie: “Well, I know you and George Raitt.” (Why tell on poor Oswald?) Just as Jocko came out of the shower, and was drying himself, the Coach piped up and said, “Bradley, do you know where boys go who smoke?” And Bradley came back with this: “Sure, down the alley.” (We would like to know how Bradley knows.) While Jocko was mingling among the crowd, on the sidelines, he heard Ruth ask, “Why is Jack patting the ball?” And Mary Bunte answered her in this manner: “Oh, he thinks it’s Regina’s hand.” (How does Mary know?) After the battle was over, this one was dug out of a shell hole: Mr. Moore: “Charles, you should not fight with that Bate boy.” Charles Shaw: “I know it.” Mr. Moore: “That’s right; when did you find it out?” Charles: “About a minute after I hit him.” (We told you not to fool with Dempsey’s sparring partner.) gjiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiii Last night at one of Prescott’s famous chow emporiums, as the man in the next booth finished rendering his renowned soup solo, Jocko hooked this one out of the air and turned it in: Joe Archambeau: “Waiter, bring me some prunes.” Waiter: “Stewed, sir?” Joe A.: “None of your darned business.” (Where didja get it, Jose?) This is once we’ve got the goods on Jocko; he heard this one in the girls’ locKea room: Dora, putting on her shoe: “Oh, girls. I’ve lost my tongue!” (We told him to stay out of “No Man’s Land!”) Here’s one we heard before Jocko got up this morning: Miss Dillingham: “I’m afraid I’ll have to write your mother about vour Span- ish, Noel.” Noel Pegues: “Oh, don’t; mother will be awfully peeved, ’cause you see she’ been doing all my Spanish lately.” (Watch your step, Noel.) Our faithful news butch heard this one as he was waiting for the doors to open: Harry S.: “We had a beautiful sunrise this morning.” Jack B.: “Sunrise—why, I’m always in bed before that.” (Now we know why Jack sleeps through his study periods, and snores in classes.) We picked this one out of the waste basket in the commercial room: Miss Douglass: “Regina, what do you think of the new dictionary?” Regina D.: “Why, it seems to be correct as far as I’ve read.” (If you find anything wrong with it, tell us, will you, Regina?) As we were tipping the bootblack, this piece of chatter fell on our ears Joe Birch (in barber shop): “Say, how long will I have to wait for a shave?” Barber (stroking Joe’s chin): “About two years, sonny.” (Don’t cry, little boy, don’t cry; you’ll be whiskered by and by.) Jocko brought this in, but it doesn’t sound a bit like our lovable Helen: Helen F.: “What do you think of women who imitate men?” Paul P.: “They are fools.” Helen: “Then the imitation is successful, isn’t it?” (Look out, Helen, or you’ll bite your tongue!) We take off our derby to our faithful helper, Jocko, for securing this one, be- cause we’ll say it took a lot of sleuthing to get it: Alice Nelson: “What is the height of your ambition?” Gerry B.: “I don’t know, but he’s lots taller than I am.” (You’re always giving yourself away, Gerry.) We picked this rose after the storm blew over. Miss Coleman: “What did you say?” Ralph W.: “Nothing.” Miss C.: “I know, but how did you express it this time?” (Maybe he got it out of his eagle dome and massive eye.) Jocko was sleeping in Miss Keen’s desk, but this one brought him out of his slumber: Miss Keen: “In writing stories, my lad, you should always write so the most ignorant can understand.” Ernest B.: “Yes? What part don’t you get?” All School Life’s a Play All School Life’s a play, And all the boys and girls are merely players; They have their mid-years and their finals; And one youth in his course flunks many times, His sentence being “Encore!” At first the Freshman, Cringing and shrinking at the teachers’ glances; Then the bolder Sophomore in his new and higher place, Scorning the meeker Freshman far below him. Then the Junior, in the gladdest of all places, Looks with hopeful glances at the noble Senior. Last scene of all, that ends this four-act drama, We find the Senior, in all his joy of wisdom. In reality, sans brains, sans wisdom, sans dignity, sans everything. DOROTHY MORRISON ’22 Last Night As I Lay On My Pillow Attention, Seniors! Come one, come all, And join ill, ’tis the hayshakers’ ball. Now President Bradley does fume and fret, The music has not come as yet. The guests are here and loudly roart “Bring on the jazz, we’re gettin’ sore!” At last there appears in all this strife The ivory beater, drums and fife. And then a crash, I thought I’d die, They struck the tune of “Through the Rye.” The piano she was out of tune; The drums came in like farm-hands at noon. The farmers they went round and round; A better start has ne’er been found. Our Alice in a corner sat, And with her eyes she vamped poor Rat. Stand apart, Seniors, and you will feel The gripping hand of a ’ginia Reel In a manger of hay I dared to peep, And there Joe Archambeau lay asleep. Our stately Amberg went round and round, Until in a swoon he fell to the ground. Charles Suder—Away to the evil fates! To laugh at our party like a bevy of apes. Dad Weiland in a corner sat He chewed and chewed and spat and spat. About the hall Farmer Born was tossed, And in the confusion his pipe he lost. Young Block beneath a cider barrel lay Breathing in essence of new mown hay. Squire Oliver, while dancing a jig, Caught his boot on Dorothy’s wig. It was half past four by the old town clock, The dance had never shown signs of a stop. This morning I woke at half past eight School! Good Lord! I was half hour late. Who wants to wake with a dream half done? “You’re right,” said Dad, “you slept just for fun.” And so I shall close this nice little dream And tear off to school, a shame though it seems. EUGENE WEILAND ’22 4 . Vf j Vi i ftp l ____A___ |llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll More Sophs juiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiuiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiihiiiiiiiiiii A charming young flapper, Nadine, One day said, “I’m only fourteen. But I knovv how to flirt And 1 ’m on the alert Around men I’m really quite keen.” There was a young person named ’Gene, Who ate from a hot soup turneen. So handsome was he The girls had to flee Lest they lose all the wits in their bean. A budding young drummer named “Clair” Had beautiful golden blonde hair. He loved pickled potatoes And fresh baked tomatoes, This temperamental young drum- mer named “Clair.” When Norman got knocked on the bean, He lay in the field quite serene; ‘ ‘ Stars—twenty-two— Goblins—coo-coo— ’ ’ When Norman got kocked on the bean. Multiplication is vexation; Division is as bad. Algebra, it puzzles me, And Geometry drives me mad. Little Nadine has lost her smiles And can’t tell where to find them. Leave them alone and they’ll come home, Dragging the boys behind them. Barber! barber! bob the girls; Light ones, dark ones, braids and curls; Even Genevieve’s heard the call. Now she rues it most of all. There was a young man named Max, Who sat on a sack of tacks. He jumped in the air, And said, “I’ll declare, I’m glad it was not two sacks.” Tom, Tom, the photographer’s son. Stole pa’s car and away he run; The wheel got loose, and killed a goose, And Tom got put in the calaboose. There was a child named “Bevo,” And he was wondrous smart; He ate the cover off his book And broke his teacher’s heart. What are flappers made of, made of? What are flappers made of? Powder and paint and all that ain’t. Powder and paint and all that ain’t, That’s what they are made of. There was a young lady called Mary Louise, Who used all her powers to win and to please. With simpering and giggling, Coquetry and higgling, She vamped P. II. heroes with mar- velous ease. rn piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiii 0[ In Qppreciation 5T To Miss Bitner the Class of ’22 extends its thanks for her cheery, gracious and, com- petent assistance in the publishing of the Nineteen Twenty-Two Hassayampcr. It is because of the willing help of the friends of the class that the work lias meant so much joy and pride. The Seniors wish to say to: Miss Douglass, who has made the book a financial success Mr. Bate—our photographer Mr. O’Loughlin—our able snapshot “snapper” The Courier—our publishers Mr. Jennings, who assisted with our snap- shots Weldon Humphrey- artist our clever poster Our advertisers—who have really made our dearly valued book possible— “We thank you, and we will not soon forget vour kindness.” iHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 7:li§-H'A5KiAYAMPER iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 3 c DC ADVERTISEMENTS “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. 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MATTHEWS, PRES., TEMPE, ARIZONA St. Peter (at the Pearly gates): “IIow did you get here, Kedgie?” Kedgie: “Flu.” Mr. O’Laughlin: “Johnnie Lee, you get zero today.” Johnnie Lee: “That means nothing to me.” ST. JOSEPH’S ACADEMY Prescott, Arizona ACCREDITED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF ARIZONA SELECT DAY AND BOARDING SCHOOL FOR GIRLS FOR CATALOGUE ADDRESS SISTERS OF ST. JOSEPH Miss Keen: “All extremely bright men are conceited.” Micky T.: “Oh, I don’t know; I’m not.” V . :• o 0. A. HESLA COMPANY Special for Ex-Service Men and Women III SHORT COURSES MONTHLY RATES Watches, Diamonds, Civil Service .1 ewelrv, Phonographs Shorthand and Records Typewriting Eastman Kodaks and Bookkeeping Public Stenography Optical Goods fTTti LILLIE A. 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