Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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HOWARD ORES WELL All may do, what has by man been done. AH LIS MILLER The lustre in your eve, heaven in your cheek, pleads your fair usage. ARTHUR SCHAAR Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun! Who relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun. VERLA OARE A turer, nobler, trustier heart, more loving, or more loyal, never beat within a human breast. SIDNEY MOORE A curlv-hcaded, mischief making boy from his birth. r C,E SEVENTEEN

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 FRANCIS LEONARD Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed, For what I will, I will, and there’s an end! ALICE BAILEY Worth, courage, honor, these indeed your sustenance and birthright are. WALLACE MERRICK Brevity is the soul of wit; I will be brief. I’LENE McCOY (iood nature and good sense must ever join. PAGE SIXTEEN

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A MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURE by Richard Kkyks dipped into the future Ax far ax human eye could set .1 ud (jot a rixion of the world And all the wonder that would he. New York, N. Y. Mr. Grady Gammage, September 23, 1935. Editor, San Francisco World's Work, San Francisco, California. My dear Mr. Gam mage: I expect that you will be somewhat surprised upon hearing from me. But I have not forgotten the agreement we made about my looking up all my former class-mates when the year of 1935 arrived. I think that you will consider that those I now tell you about have made good. Upon returning to New York from an inspection tour to Europe, in the interests of my shipping company. 1 was reminded of our agreement and resolved to look up as many as possible of my former classmates in W. H. S. I determined to take a month or two if necessary to look up the graduates of 1922, although 1 did not know just exactly how to go about it. The first member of the class 1 could remember was Wilbur Hensley. I remembered that he had always taken to acting, and as there was but one magazine published about acting at that time, it was easy for me to obtain one at the nearest news store. I took a comfortable chair in the lobby and began leisurely to look over the contents of my magazine. It was not more than a few minutes until 1 ran across an article about Wilbur. This was better luck than 1 had hoped for. I read the article. It seems that Wilbur Hensley, one of the fast dying out race of actors, was making a last firm stand for his art. He was making a strong attack upon moving pictures. Also I gathered that he was playing a leading part in the “Immortal Flame then playing at the Royal Opera House which was right in New York! I determined to go that very night and see Wilbur. The play was a good tragedy and Wilbur certainly made a deep impression upon the audience, 1 was nearly in tears several times. After the performance 1 found Wilbur on the stage helping to remove the scenery. He was glad to sec me and we went out to a cafe to talk over old times. 1 told him of my mission and the only senior he remembered and whose whereabouts lu was familiar with, was Arlis Miller. I was not much surprised when he told me she was a very famous violinist, as I could recall her excellent work in the High School Orchestra. Wilbur suggested that I return to Winslow to look up our old classmates, and 1 decided that this wasn't a bad idea after all. After a few days of preparation I took the Trans-Continental Air line for Winslow. Riding in air-planes was still quite expensive, and I knew I could hardly afford it. but never thclcss I was glad for at Chicago we took on two passengers. One of them 1 recognized as Ruthella Henderson. The other was a man whose face seemed familiar but I could not recall his name. “Why hello Miss er-Mrs. uhh I stammered. “Mrs. Trick,” she in- formed me quite complacently. Ah, Ah. 1 now recalled the romance of old High School days and how Ruthella had to be awakened in every class for a month after Gilbert left. They seemed to be very well off and I afterwards learned that Gilbert was a largo stockholder in an aereoplane company. Their station was only a short distance from Chicago so our conversation was limited. At Phoenix I had to make a transfer to get to Winslow, and you can imagine how surprised I was when I learned that the air line from Phoenix to Winslow was owned and operated by Arthur Schaar and Wallace Merrick. The plane I took was being engineered by Arthur. I found him at the station looking, very handsome in his aviation suit. His little mustache gave him quite an aristoeratic look. That noon we had a fine meal in the Phoenix cafe and PAOK KKiHTKKN