Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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Our Adorable Seniors and I heir Good Record by Stanakd N ehtino Ow-o-ow-o-oo, Ou-uu-ou-u, My, I can't stand it any longer. Isn't it terrible. 1 just know I'll die if 1 do. Ow-ow-oo, Ou-oo-oooo. “Oh come on dear Bob I know it is awfully hard to bear but we mustn't make ourselves sick over it. Come on now and we will go to the Christian Endeavor and forget all about it.” “How sweet of you dear Marvin, I certainly will go with you. but I just simply can’t bear to see those dear Seniors leave us.” “Let us go forth and bring dear Joe with us and try to console ourselves.” Alright Marvin, let’s depart for our dear brother's house.” HALF AN HOUR I.ATKK “Good Morning Mrs. Babcock,” said Marvin. “Is Joe in?” “Well I should say he is in,'' answered the worthy lady, “and what's more he’ll stay right in that bed until he quits worrying about those Seniors. I stayed up most of the night with him and nearly made myself sick, and I am going to see that he gets up feeling natural once more. But you boys may come in and try to comfort him us much as possible.” “Oh thank you so much, said Marvin. “We shall try to give our dear brother a touch of sunshine and take him to the Endeavor.” Oh-oo-ooo, My Goodness, how can 1 ever stand it. Let me die. Let me die.” “There, there now dear brother Joe,” said friend Marvin in a sweet dove like voice, “Be brave dear one for the worst is vet to come.” “I should say,” said our dear brother Bob, “Can you remember the Junior-Senior basketball game and what a nice, clean game tin Seniors played?” Oh, I shall never forget it, dear brother, said Joe, They have had such an excellent record all their four years in High School. “Help! Help! Fire! Crash! Bang! Get out of the way woman and let a man by. Hey Joe, everybody, come quick and help.” Go quick to the door beloved one,” spoke Joe to Marvin, “and see who it is. It may be one of our dear Seniors in need of assistance. “Senior nothing, where do gel that stuff, 1 wouldn't be so low down as to be a Senior Come on out. the dirty fools are trying to put something over on us Juniors and win the Flag-Race,” thundered Jack at the top of his mighty voice. “What’s that you say? Gimme my B. V. D.'s there, you lop-headed prune and also my Levi's. And to think the dirty brutes are trying to pull something over on us. In the name of the Mighty Junior Society League hand me my garters there Marvin; and we will avenge this wrong which has been so suddenly and so fiendishly inflicted upon us.” Hurl-ing forth these swift and terrible, words with a thundering voice, upon his humble attendants PACK Twevrv- »|X

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Our Adorable Seniors and Their Good Record (Continued) who were scattered about the room, Joe finally managed to get his lingerie collected and draped about his stately form. “Come forth ye brave gallants and put to death every dirty, vagrant and cowardly Senior which may be beheld by you.” “Well it is rather undesirable all right, all right,” quoth Bob, as he tried to collect some scattered thoughts which were “Not In” for the time being and so joined Joe and his worthy assistants in such a critical time of need. A few moments later these brave bucks were met by overwhelming reinforcements consisting of Fred Bremkc and Calvin Mayes who had taken it upon themselves to strengthen the Junior squad at such a disastrous time. “Come forth ye men of war,” cried Joe, “jujd enlarge our army so we may conquer our unworthy and nasty-natured opponents ' And now since reinforcements had arrived and the army was considerably strengthened, this bunch of magnificent looking specimens of manhood dog-trotted down to the brick yard. There with tender hearts and a kindly feeling of brotherhood our worthy protective association filled their pockets with nice hard bricks. Then arranging their squad in perfect formation they turned Jheir thoughts and also their faces toward the battle field. But let me pause for a moment -gentle reader and fully impress upon your feeble mind a vivid description of thisjiefoic old piece of terra firma. It is situated between what is known in the city of iiyjlow as Front Street and the Santa Fe Railroad yards, on which is continually heard the roar of the mighty switch engines which remind many mothers of the awful scenes of war which have been held in the surrounding vicinity. To the west is a vast quanity of nothingness and to the east, ditto. But, I have not told you all. In the center of this Ancient Piece of Battle Ground towering up into the Great Beyond is the great and mighty reason for such bloodshed. It is the one spectacle which has caused so much pain and sorrow in the hearts and on the shins of our worthy ancestors who have raged on with many a fierce battle around this historic Obstacle. Now dear ones let me tell you what it is. It is a flagpole. And it was toward this grand and ancient object that our Honorable Junior Military Squad was headed. They arrived just in time to see the Senior colors half way up to the much sought for goal. With a cry that sounded like one of Tarzan of The Apes Victory yells and with muscles drawn tight, our young hero, Calvin Mayes sprang toward the enemy. With the roar of war ringing in their ears, the rest of the army followed. Like a sweet dove that has been hit by a beany and flutters gently down to the Almighty's one great work of art, so did the cowardly Seniors Banner drop to the earth and bounce like a hard boiled egg over the ground. It had been cut. It had been cut. It hail been detached from the rope by one of our Noble Junior’s Paring Knives. Then both Juniors and Seniors backed off a few paces so as to get a good start for the nearing battle. Their muscles taut, their brains aflame with anger. They crouched like young savages ready to spring upon their prey, and tear it into shreds. Then there was that awful silence. The silence that always comes just before a raging battle of foe on foe. The silence of death when every brave knows whether he is a coward or is there to protect his name and pride. In another moment they would savagely be upon one another, but fate has always its place among the world’s greatest events. Silence of the dead still reigned. Five minutes later, silence of the dead still reigned. The old battle ground still appeared the same as of old. The dirt was in its usual place and the dear old sage brush which had seen many a previous engagement on its surrounding country was not in the least molested. The battle had not been fought. The battle had not raged. The battle had not l ecn carried on. No representative of either side was present. Hark! Is»ok! Listen! What could have been the nature of the reason that could have made such an historical moment to be left undone. What may it have been? But pause again gentle reader and listen to the words of the wiser, he who knows why this great historical event is a blank page in our book of time; He who knows why all beanies were dropped, all bricks discarded and all evil thoughts turned t€ their proper place once more. As the wind hummed sweetly through the branches of our lonely sage brush and the PACK TWBNTV-HEVBN