Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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THE HASSAYAMPER 20th. I, Leslie Crose, will my bass voice to “Icabod” Cooper. 21st. We, John Lyke and Catherine Morgan, will our stead- fastness to Rose Emmett and Tommy Bailey. 22nd. I, Warren Douglas, will my “car” to Marshall Clow and Helen Lynch. 23rd. I, Joseph Davis, do give to anyone who desires them, my winning ways with girls. 24th. We, Maurice Tribby and Jack Hume, do leave our dancing ability undisputed. 25th. I, Annabelle Jenkins, will my fur coat to anyone who desires to wear it. 26th. I, Robert Lopez, leave my winning smile to the girls of P. H. S. 27th. I, Fortino Lopez, leave my reportership and power of managing athletics to Welmon Renner. 28th. I, Betty Ferguson, leave a chemistry notebook behind the radiator, also my dancing ability to Icabod Cooper. 29th. I, George Paul, am thinking of Martha, so don’t bother me. 30th. I, Edmund Lodge, leave the furniture from the Senior play to anyone willing to remove it. 31st. I, Martha Hennig, leave my ability to walk in a straight line to someone who needs it. 32nd. I, Lois Ray Hill, leave my “tune” and fickleness to- ward the opposite sex to Mary Lou Ruffner in hopes that she may be able to execute them as well as I do. 33rd. I, David Loewy, bequeath my love for arguing- to Donald Morgan. 34th. I, Louie Grijalva, leave my salesmanship ideas to Joe Garner. 35th. I, Mary Jean Eads, leave my quiet nature to Betty Brooks in order that she may keep up her well known reputation. 36th. We, Kathryn Orthel and Maxine Boville, bequeath our weakness for slumber parties to anyone who cares to follow in our footsteps. 37th. I, Paul Thomas, leave my ability to make goals in basketball to Bill Allee. 38th. I, Katherine Peach, will my talking ability to Della McKay. 39th. 40th. 41st. I, Arthur Yoemans, leave my mouth open. I, Robert Crable, leave my vocabulary to the Freshmen. I, Willard Robinette, being last, leave the school in peace or pieces. In witness whereof, we, the Senior class of nineteen hundred and twenty-nine, have set our hand and seal on this seventh day of June, nineteen hundred and twenty-nine. CLASS of ’29 Page Twenty-four

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THE HASSAYAMPER Last Will and Testament of Class of 1929 Know all men by these present that we, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-nine of Prescott High school, residing in the City of Prescott, with unexcelled mentality and extraordinary minds, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament. 1st. To the faculty and other unfortunates we leave the fu- ture Seniors. 2nd. To the Juniors we leave our cherished memory and a vacancy which we hope they will be able to fill. 3rd. To the Sophomores we leave the hope that they will lead a bigger and better life. 4th. To the Freshmen we leave the knowledge by which we climbed to fame. 5th. I, Daniel Bork, bequeath my height to Ross Hirshfeld. 6th. We, Mary Born and Helen Gregory, leave our magnetic personalities to any two poor souls who may need them. 7th. I, Shirley Born, will my abundant moustache to Nor- man Wycoff as he is unable to grow one. 8th. I, Swede Franks, do hereby bequeath my position as the grand imperial spotted rat of the Mousebounders to anyone who cares to fill it. 9th. I, Lawrence Ainsworth, leave my brains to Marguerite Daniels. 10th. I, Angus (Me) Ferguson, being Scotch, refuse to leave anything. 11th. I, Junior Hildredth, leave a wad of gum under the arm of every chair. 12th. I, Robert Cromwell, will my knack of alibi to Bob Robbins. 13th. We, Margarete Lee and Marian Stoney, leave our diet formula to Lucille Robinson and Dorothy Peach. 14th. I, Hazel Clark, leave my curly hair to Ruth Harris. 15th. We, Mildred McCarty and De King leave our South- ern drawls to anyone brave enough to use them. 16th. I, Betty Hirshfeld, will my baby talk to Frances Dial. 17th. I, Mary Marchello, leave the school my qualities as a good helper in every emergency. 18th. I, Roscoe McGrew, leave my heart with Marie, hoping she’ll keep it. 19th. We, Victor Swanson and Clarence Lyons, leave our sex appeal to Edward Krawczyk and Abe Terrin. Page Twenty-three

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THE HASSAYAMPER Class Prophecy This is station P. H. S., Prescott, Arizona, the radio central super-station of Prescott High School student body, owned and operated by Williard Robinette, broadcasting the fifteenth re- union program of the Class of ’29. You have just listened to a vaudeville number by Miss Betty F'erguson and Mr. Joseph Davis, performers at the Lodge Colo- sium in Phoenix. Both of these people were members of the Class of ’29, and wish to extend to those of their classmates who may be listening in, their heartiest greetings and those of their manager, Mr. Edmund Lodge, owner of the Phoenix Colosium, said to be one of the best equipped opera houses in the United States. Some of us will recall Mr. Lodge’s memorable work in managing the setting of “The Admirable Crichton,” presented here 15 years ago, and will note that his rapid rise in theatre work dates from that performance. The next number on the reunion program will be a talk by “Tino” Lopez, sport editor of the Evening Snooze. Paul Thomas and Miss Betty Hirshfeld, owners of the paper, have instructed “Tino” to say hello for them, and not to broadcast any news that would ruin tomorrow’s scoop about Jack—there, I didn’t mean to let the cat out of the bag, but now I may as well tell you that Jack Hume has at last perfected and tested his new auto-plane, the flying automobile that can climb a 90 per cent grade or leave the ground altogether. Just a minute, folks, here’s a telegram from Hollywood— “Program coming in fine. Used music just now for scene from “One Mile Nearer Heaven” now filming, Mary Born.” By the way folks, “One Mile Nearer Heaven” is Fen Hildreth’s latest best seller, you know, and the author announces its dedication to the class of ’29. The story was inspired by “King” Cromwell of Wall Street, better known to his old classmates as Bob—no need to identify him, though, as everybody remembers our class president. We’re sorry he couldn’t be with us in person tonight, but he telephones that his plane is in the hangar for repairs so he will join us on the air from New York later in the evening. Here is a special delivery radiogram from Paris, and a stack of letters from all parts of the country. Let’s have the radio- gram first—“Greetings from the Art College. Just mailed my prize painting with compliments to P. H. S. Margarete Lee.” “Thanks, Margarete!” Listen to this from Mr. and Mrs. Roscoe McGrew, Los An- geles, California. “Say hello to the gang and tell the boys to Page Twenty-five