Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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Our Adorable Seniors and I heir Good Record (Continued) birds chirped so harmoniously near by, our worthy representative of the law, Chief of Police Ed Gardner marched forth with the smile of Alexander the Great and the stride of Napoleon. Ed smiled to himself, the smile of one who has done a great thing to help the world along and bring happiness to millions of hearts. Stepping proudly forth he leaned against our Dear Old Heroic Flagpole and thrusting his hand into his rear pocket he brought forth the “makings,” and reading the sign on the outside “Roll you own” he did likewise. So now you dear feeble minded attentive person whomsoever you are that readeth this story I must say to you: “You know why this would lx heroic struggle ended so al -ruptly. You know why its place in history will lx blank. So as no other expressions in the English language are needed to impress upon your minds the why and the so forth and the so-fifth of this story, we will close calling it the End of a Very Imperfect Day.” Dingus. ------------ JUST A PENNY by Nina Baku While I was walking down the street I saw a penny lying by the side-walk. It was rusty and looked as tho it had lain there for a long time. When I first saw it 1 thought 1 would not pick it up but it seemed to say: “I am just a penny, but did you ever stop to think about me? I am as old as the world and for centuries I lay snug asleep in the bed of mother earth. I neither knew there was light or darkness, joy or sorrow, life or death, or green things growing on mother earth’s surface, or the silent water which reflects the moon and stars, except when it dashes angrily over the boulders.” “I was disturbed, the first time, by the loud roar of a blast. The blast was repeated again and again. Each time I heard the noise it came closer and louder. Then I felt the vibration of the blast, which frightened me and 1 wondered what would happen next, so I listened closely. Soon I heard the grinding of the drill, then all was silent and I thought peace reigned again. I had just become calmed when Boom- - m, ami I was thrown high into the air with a mighty force, and lit with a thud which stunned me. When I came to my senses I tried to look around but it was too dark to see anything on account of the dust. When the dust settled I could see the jagged walls all around me and 1 lay in a heap of loose lumps of dirt, which were similar to myself.” “My attention was then attracted by a light which proved to be a miner’s torch. Next I heard voices and soon men appeared with wheelbarrows and shovels. One of the men came over by me and lifted me into the wheelbarrow with his shovel, and 1 was off for my first ride.” “I was dumped into an ore car ami after another short ride I beheld the sun, and felt the warmth of it for the first time. After being dumped around and carried a great distance, I came to my destination which was a smelter. Here they had fierce fires in huge furnaces into which we lumps were dumped.” “The heat was so intense that all of the lumps of ore were soon reduced to a boiling, seething mass; thus, the copper was separated from the dross. While the copper was still hot, it was poured into molds. When cooled it was taken out of the molds and later an inspector came and inspected, weighed, and measured the copper bars. Then they were put in some cars and taken to the mint.” “As soon as we copper bars arrived at the mint, we were melted again. When we cooled off a little, we were rolled with heavy rollers until we were just a little thicker than I am now. Then we were cut into disks. Next we were stamped with the image of an Indian head and the year on one side and the words ‘one cent' and a wreath on the other.” “Later I was wrapped in a package with ninety-nine more new pennies just like myself, and we were off for the bank.” PAOK Ttt KNTr-KKJHT

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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

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JUST A PENNY (Continued) “However, I did not stay at the bank very long, as 1 was given to a man for change. It was then my experience as a traveler and a penny began. I was tossed about continually, going from one city to another, being spent for candy, and put in the birthday box at Sunday School, by little boys and girls. Sometimes my mistress would be a gentle, old grandmother, another time I was in the care of a harsh man.Still other times I was in society and others I was on a beggar.” “One day I was given to a little boy who put me in his pocket where I mingled with his knife, tops, and marbles. While he was playing with some other boys, down by the lake, he tried to walk on his hands and I slid out of his pocket and lodged in a tuft of grass.” There I lay until evening when the moon dimls-d bashfully up the mountain and cast her long beams across the lake. Then the stars came out winking and laughing in glee.” I could see the shiny fish as they leaped out of the water while playing hide-and-go-seek, and the pale water lilies dancing in time to the sway of the reeds, and I could hear the frogs call one to another far across the lake. “The next day I was found by a little girl, and thus my adventures went on I, being taken hither and thither and passed from one to another. I was finally lost here bv the sidewalk and here I lay covered with mud until I thought my career was ended. Hut the gentle rain washed my face and I am visible again.” “I hope you'll pick me up and take me home. ----------- THE MESA-CLARKDALE TRIP by Jay Sctiikkland Upon calling the roll Friday morning at the depot all men listed to make the trip to Mesa and Clarkdale answered “here” as did several other students of the W. II. S. going along to help the Northern Arizona Champs “bring home the bacon.” We left Winslow on number One everybody in the best of spirits. Sidewalk (Kerr) asleep five minutes out of Winslow. Met the girls basket ball team at Flagstaff, informed them that number Nine was reported six hours late at Winslow, lots of “o’darns and oh gee whizes heard from the girls. Howard tried to vamp a fair dame at Williams. No luck. Arrive at Ash Fork all together, two hours and a half wait at Ash Fork. Hunch madly storm to Harvey House for chow . Kerr leading the charge. Leave Ash Fork on time, a few think they are millionaires and decide t«» ride in the observation car. Arrive at Prescott expecting Band and Mayor at station instead of an empty platform as far as P. H.S. was concerned (Prescott likes us). Shoved off for Phoenix, Kerr asleep again. Things 0. K. for next two hours. Gang get hungry again, a few decide to try the diner. Loud noise, like some one whistling tin Wang Wang Blues, comes from diner. Upon investigation, we find Roy eating pea soup with a knife. More noise from same car, more investigations disclose Ed trying to take a bath in a finger bowl. Howard couldn’t figure out why a $1.50 meal costs SI.50 and asks me whether he gets any change on this train or not. Arrived at Phoenix expecting a flock of limousines waiting to receive tin- Northern Arizona Champs but instead, after waiting an hour or so, a large hay truck drives up and the driver informs us he was sent from Mesa to receive us. Further progress delayed by waiting for Camp, Merrick and Rushing to finish eating. (They had only one hour to eat). All aboard truck, twenty men and their baggage, some load, even for a hay truck. Ninety-eight below zero when we left Phoenix and getting colder. Arrived at Mesa about midnight, every one about frozen. Dick informs us he is first on the cold shower. Kerr signs up for the bunch at hotel. Got to be almost one o’clock. Slept 'till about three o’clock. The other two hours were used in thawing our ribs out. Hunch about all in from lack of sleep and traveling. Nothing to do in the morning but loaf so we decided to take in the city. Quite a city at that. Dinner at 12:00. Everyone hungry as usual, to be selected also. Howard put up a nice talk as did several of the Mesa boys but the knockout of the evening was when Mr. Kerr (our highly honored coach) was speaking on spirits PAI1K TWENTY-NINE