Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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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

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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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1913 WOLSNIWANOZIRA PEA HI. ALLEN 19 14 (JRACE BIJTNER JESSIE Bl’TNER IRENE DADEY PAULINE WOODS PEARL ALLEN. Champion Blacks Basketball. Mine is the month of Roses, and mine The month of Marriages! all pleasant sights And scents the fragrance of the blossoming vine. The foliage of the village and height. Captain High sociate GRACE BCTNER, School Blacks. Class Editor. Editor Annual. Cast High School Play. As- • An earnest worker, yet fond of gaiety withal.” 23