Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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STUDENT COUNCL: Reading left to right A.W. ■je dr'x» Ma r v Kuhn Victoria Coon, Paul Crable, Doris Hawke, Robert Horne, Elizabeth Bratton, JoeMcMvain, Rosemary kvan, Charles Dunlap, Bob Porter,Earl Waggoner, Edgar Rueker,Qu.I I Nebeker AlIan Whitehurst. Merle Davis, Arden carter, Lester Ruf.ner, Jr., Clair Turl ey. At the riaht are the STUDENT, BODY OFFICERS. Charles Dunlap, President; JoeMcI IvaiJ, Mary Kuhn, Secretary; Barbara Baker, Yell Rutfner,Jr., Athletic Mgr. Left to r i gh t: Vice President; Leader; Lester Among the extra-curricular activities of Prescott High, none is of more value than the Student Council. This year under the leadership of Charles Dunlap, the council has accomplished a great deal. The two most important are the purchase ofa Basket- ball Score Board, and the establishment of a Uniform Letter Award Amendment.

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Ok REAMING 1UMMY-VUMMY Rip Van Winkle slept 20 years through the Revolutionary War and awoke to find his native land free from Europeantyr- anny; Buck Rogers was petrified in ice for three c enturles and awoke to find himself a funny-paper sensation; amnesia victims have suffered lapses of memory for years and have awakened in a new world, amid strange customs and peoples. It was much the same way with little Tummy-Yummy, small Indian lad of the Smoki tirbe, who was recalled from a deep sleep, yea, more likened unto a stupor, in time to see the marvels of the present age unravel before his eyes. How long he slept or what the cause, is a matter for speculation. But he awakened within the enclosure of what is now Prescott High School’s play yard. It is a common belief, however, that the ancestors of our hero used the plot of land now the site of P r e s cot t HI oh, Yavapai Club Building, and the Block manor, as a b urying ground for their dead. Tummy-Yummy aroused from his half- century slumber, found that his burial site was in the yard of a huge, red lodge, made of stone, surrounded by an iron fence and prodigous walls with frightful doorways encased in a queer transparent substance all over the outside. Always of a curious nature, not diminished by theevent of near death in a bear trap just before his lone si eep, Tummy-Yummy ventured into the vast council room(auditoriurn) of the voluminous trpee so strange to his wondering eye. Amid a chaos of chairs and litters of crepe paper and spruce limbs and spangles (it was following the Senior Hop), his simple m nd was befud'led by the foreign s u r r ou nd i ng s . Look- ing over the two or three people cleaning up the floor and ceiling he singled out a sharp faced gentleman with pugna- cious jaw and introduced himself: Ugh, ugh, paleface mans, he queried. (How convenient that he spoke the English language. Don’t ask how he learned It) Can explains the workings of the lodge? The man of the beetling brows and brown suit, baggy and bodaciously battered, with badly battered buttons, looked at the small youth and exclaimed. What the—Some Smoki prank, eh? Well, (murmur i ng I n to his collar buttons) I’ll humor him. Son, its a long story and that annual editor should economize on spa ce. OurschooI, this Is to educate young whites of your age in writing In- scriptions and reading smoke signals, etc.Butthe outside activities are of the most interest to you as the young folk learn to see the stars, and make council speeches and build up the body and mind-- Uh, what can learn In lodge? said the unimpressedboy. Splinters of wood in floor gef in feet, spring, no work un- til you turn handIe-on-the-side. Poor place to learn-- But, ’Pop’ had just started, you see, the school is more than that. You don’t understand because you're a sav- age, (Just like ’Pop’ — complimentary) but weappreciate them'.'