Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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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

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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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A MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURE (Continued) Wallace suggested that wo go up and sec Mrs. Ralph Millers (nee Virginia Bly) style shop. Virginia had a very nice shop, although it was conducted entirely for women. While we were talking a delivery truck drove up nnd who should jump out hut Ralph himself. Ilis greetings to us were very cordial and friendly. If seemed to me that he looked a trifle “henpecked but of course I did not say anything. Virginia told me that I would find Ruth Goldsworthy at Hobson and that she was the Harvey House manager's wife. Well, somehow Arthur landed me safe in Hobson, where we stopped before going on into Winslow. It certainly surprised me to see how Hobson had grown. Arthur and I located Ruth with little trouble and she seemed very natural, except that. I should judge she weighed dost to two hundred pounds. In High School days she was quite slender and petite. That afternoon we came on into Winslow, which was in the heart of the Holbrook-Winslow Oil Fields. Winslow had surely grown, and now boasted a new million dollar High School. That was the first place I went. Desiring to see who the Superintendent was I entered the office and you could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw that Ufa La-Pradc was occupying that position. Ufa was as dignified as ever. The only good news she had was that Ulene McCoy was a strong agitator for the rights of women. It seemed as though all she had to tell was bad news, and 1 was deeply saddened when she told me that Elizabeth Mocklett had passed away quietly after an eventful career as State Nurse. Ufa said that she had been attacked by a severe illness after attending a sick family. Well I left the school feeling somewhat saddened and I wasn’t watching where I was going, and when I started across the street at Kingsley Avenue 1 was nearly knocked down by a street car. Just then a man rushed up to me and began talking about Fife Insurance so fast that it was several minutes before I realized that he was Francis Leonard. His mustache and beard had deceived me for a moment but when we recognized each other we went to the park for a little talk. We were discussing old times when I heard the soft strains of a band floating from the band stand. I was particularly attracted bv the motions its leader went through. I asked who lie was and Francis told me that he was Sidney Moore. I’ll admit that this was something of a shock but we went over to see Sidney after the concert and I was set back another notch when I saw how dignified he had become. His hair was almost two feet long but as curly as ever. Well, the three of us decided to take a ride towards Sunshine on the boulevard, in Sidney’s twelve cylinder Maxwell, and take a look at the fruit ranches in that district. The evening was cool, and as we neared Sunshine we approached a ranch, where. Francis said Alice Railev, now Mrs. Johnson, lived. e drove up to the ranch ami there was Alice, hoeing in their small garden. I was somewhat surprised when I saw Ross hanging up clothes, as I had always considered him a sort of liberty loving person. Alice prepared an excellent meal for us and we sat around the fire-place and talked until after ten then we returned to the city. Francis told me that Ryron Shields was the attorney for the Insurance Company for which Francis was the agent, in tin- Arizona district, and that he lived in Los Angeles. I resolved to go out to Los Angeles and see Byron. 'I'he next day I took the old Santc Fe, now run entirely by electricity, and arrived in Los Angeles the following day. I called on Byron at the address Francis had given me and found him to be a very busy man. Nevertheless he took the afternoon off and as wc had been interested in athletics in high school days we decided to go watch a championship Hit) yard dash. Byron discovered from a friend of his that Louie Sandoval was runinng under an assumed name that afternoon, as you well know lie was already considered a professional runner, and this was not a professional race. We went down to the runner's pit and there was Lottie, smiling as broadly as ever. He laughed in the same old way when we asked him whether lie was afraid of losing the race. The race was a walk-away for Louie. Afterwards we had quite a time getting back to the racing pits, as foot racing was getting to be quite a novelty. YY hen we finally succeeded in finding Louie again, I received another jolt upon finding Howard Creswell congratulating Louie upon his victory. Howard informed me that he was coaching the Football team of the University of Southern California that year and it wasn’t hard to remember him as a football player. ' ' ► M I ' .