Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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1913 WOLSNIWANOZIRA while numberless white birds flitted about the garden and through the court caroling joyous music. As I percieved all of this beauty and grandeur I was conscious that all this was mine merely by courtesy of my guide alone, for I neither saw nor heard any other beings in this temple. As we ascended the steps to the third story I saw what I took to be the object of my journey, an exquisitely wrought staircase, leading into a dome-covered observatory that covered a third of the flat roof. Within this dome was an immense telescope. At this point my guide spoke to me for the first time in a sonorous and melodious voice “Would you look upon your friends of Earth, fair voyageur?” Upon my nodding my assent, Ik depressed the telescope to an acute angle and motioned for me to take my place at the eyepiece. 1 looked through the great tube, through infinite space and into awful depths of distance. At last in the midst of the solar system 1 saw the Earth with its five oceans, spinning about in its orbit. All that was merely to Earth beings a theory, was to me plain in an instant. I would have grown dizzy with the magnitude of my observations had not my guide placed his hand on my arm to steady my shaking nerves. One never could tell all that was to be seen, for the temples of the Orient and the factories of the Occident were all under my eye. I saw my native land, Texas, and the land of my adoption, sunny Arizona. In the fairest city of the great northern mesa I recognized Winslow at once, now a city surrounded by a country of rich grain fields and fine ranches, all splendidly watered with great canals full of clear water; many handsome homes were visible, paved streets, great schools, hospitals, theatres and modern stores. Street railways threaded the streets in all directions, all indicating that the people of Winslow were prosperous and possessed one of the first cities of the West. In the garden of one beautiful home in the northern part of the city a man stood, whom my guide called my attention to by saying: “There stands one who has spent his life in the uplifting of mankind, one whose every thought radiates generosity, benevolence and kindness. lie is one who alone spent the time and money necessary to redeem the desert. lie is the president of the Arizona Irrigation Company, and he is the greatest civil engineer and humanist of the era. His name is Francis Woods.’ Deftly adjusting the instrument, the “Superman” moved it southward and I saw the most beautiful capital city of all the West, Phoenix. On the campus of a great Fniversity, I saw crowds of young men and women going to and fro among the beautiful buildings and on looking most intently I perceived that I knew the lady in the robes of a Doctor of Philisophv, who was evidently, by her garb, the President of the Institution. I glanced at my companion and he, divining my thought, said to me, “That is Alice Her, she is President of the great University of the West and is conceded to be the foremost woman educator of the world. Shifting the telescope for me again, the Superman bade me look long and carefully at London. In the street mazes I noticed an American flag waving and knew that it was the mansion of the American Ambassador. A great reception was in progress and at tin side of the Envoy 1 saw one with 21

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WOLSNIWANOZIRA 19 13 benefits, in school hours we are models of propriety, veritable soions in recitation. We write innumerable compositions on various subjects. Ancient, Mediaeval and present day events are equally familiar to us. We have formed many opinions and are able to debate with lucid force. We are of different temperaments, have different viewpoints and rarely do any two of us agree, which lends zest to our arguments; but we stand shoulder to shoulder against everything non-1915. We are always “up and doing with a heart for any fate.' as we have passed the fickle and formative period in life known as “age of adolescence, and our characters are so well formed that to a student of human nature our peculiarities and characteristics are evident. If it were only possible to see into the future, we are sure that the Class of 1915 will be well equipped for the battle of life when we step out into the world as graduates of the Winslow High School, and we believe that we are destined for prominent places upon life’s field of action. (( ( 1 • » TT • »» A Junior s lsion. Seemingly no sooner was the history of class completed than a voice within me bade me predict of the tomorrows. I had immortal longings within me that I was unable to express. So I went to entreat the famous Oracle. Entering, I said, “Spread over me the visionary wing, now let me dream and sing. 1 soon found that I was drifting alone through the airy realms of space, without wings or helping hands, through a nebular mist of light, past the lone cold moon, up close to the singing stars, until the world looks as a faint star far, far below. I was alone and yet not alone, for 1 felt a strange guiding presence near me. drawing me ever onward and upward towards a great white planet too grandly beautiful in its scenic wonders for words of mine to describe. I became conscious of a wonderful invigorating sweetness in the air. A hand clasped mine and I awoke. Ah me! the form that welcomed me to the strange shores was not that of an angel, for he was minus wings. It was Bernard Shaw’s “Superman.” This unknown knight was divinely good to look upon and welcomed me to his habitation. You ask how I knew that he was the “Superman?” Well just because. As my foot touched the soil of this glorious star world I felt a wave of unearthly and noble desires sweep over me. To my humble mind it seemed as if this place was a station on the main line to heaven; so beautiful, serene and remote from even the idea of evil and wickedness. I walked beside my unknown conductor over a pathway paved with marble, t hrough fields covered with white blossoms resembling roses, up a gentle incline, on the crest of which rose a superb temple. It appeared to be constructed of marble and mother-of-pearl and much resembled the pictures of the Pantheon at Athens. As we passed up the broad terraced steps and into the temple I collected my scattered wits sufficiently to take a few mental pictures of this Temple of Perfection. The inner court was a marvelous garden of white flowers, with a central fountain, 20

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WOLSNIWANOZIRA 19 13 ■whom I was very intimate once. It was Ethel Burlund. apparently now the wife of the greatest of modem diplomats. As I gazed at her. the same sweet Ethel that I knew in High School, my guide murmured “A perfect woman, nobly planned, and my heart answered, “Yes, yes.” Aloud I said. “And what of the two ladies now holding converse with Ethel? They seem very familiar.” “Y es. answered the Superman, “the dark-haired lady was formerly ha (’assin and now is the wife of the Governor of Arizona and is on her way to a royal presentation at the Court of St. James. She is said to he the sweetest lady of all the land and would be well worthy of the great Ilaroun A1 Raschid. With her you see the greatest prima donna of the time, Louise Dadey, who has been abroad for several veal’s and has had the honor of a papal presentation, an almost unheard of honor of late years. Her dulcet tones have been listened to eagerly by all of the crowned heads of Europe, and now she is going home to play for a long engagement at the Metropolitan Theatre in Xew York.” On shifting my gaze to the middle of the great Atlantic I saw a great steam yacht sailing twards the East, and upon looking closely I perceived upon the bridge a form that looked very familiar; without a doubt it was George Sampson. My mentor told me he was the richest man in the world, as he discovered a ruby mine in Arizona, and all of his investments had prospered until he became wonderfully wealthy. As I was told of his great philanthropies! works and good deeds the old II. S. saying came back to my mind, “lie was always one to see that things were well done that were worth doing.” Shifting the telescope again to the East in the world’s most fashionable city within the shadow of Notre Dame, I noticed a great crowd thronging toward a large theatre and my guide told me that Madame Alma de Norman was to appear that night in concert; and as she was the world’s most famous pianist an immense crowd of fashionables are gathering to hear her. “Now we come home again.” said my guide, as he depressed the instrument until it covered Washington. A close inspection of the city showed that a presidential reception was being held and I caught my breath as I recognized in tin first lady of the land, Gladys Pouts, that was. Of her I remember that it was said “Type of the wise, who soar but never roam.” At this time I started to thank my Superman for the great favor conferred upon me. but obeying his gesture I looked as he pointed and saw what appeared to be a swift comet approaching. “What is it? I exclaimed. “That is the special train of President Ralph Weber of the transaerial air line between Mars and the Earth, conveying the president of the System here for a conference with me. Nearer and nearer approached the train and as I was anticipating a great catastrophe, I arose from my seat and—awoke. 22