Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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The Class of ’24 Perse rvence and Determination Wins . From one of the largest classes of Freshmen that ever entered Winslow High School, we now as Seniors number only seventeen. This seems indeed a very small percentage, considering the fact that we numbered nearly sixty when Freshman. Most of our members left us at the end of the Sophomore year. Perhaps larger fields of activity were offered them, and we sincerely hope they have succeeded in all their attempts. Our four years in Winslow High have been ones which we will always remember. We have over stepped all stumbling blocks of prevention, and endeavored to give to the school our very best. We feel that our efforts have not been in vain. There are many things which we might improve upon if we again had the chance. In athletics and scholarship we have taken an active part, and we regret that we cannot be here again next year to carry on the athletics honors we have been so fortunate in gaining thus far. But all things must end, and though we cannot be here personally, we still remain, in spirit the same old class of ‘24. We will leave Winslow High to take our respective parts in the Walk of Life but we will always cherish our High School years. Though they seemed an eternity while traveling the weary way for four years, after all we find that the time has sped on swift wings. We have equally shared all joys and pleasures and we leave Winslow High with a lasting memory, a thousand laughs, and no regrets . By LORETTA BAUER ‘24. Class Prophecy By Edward Peterson Time certainly passes quickly. In fact it seems only a short time since I went to High School myself. This reminds me of a trip I took last summer in which I met nearly all of my old school friends who were Seniors back in 1924. I started out early in June, my first stop being in Winslow, Arizona. This town— no, I shouldn’t say town now, because it is a city of something like sixtv-five thousand people— was the home of my school life, and naturally I was fairly well acquainted. I started walking down one of the busy thoroughfares when suddenly I was attracted by a man who had driven his car up to the curbing where I was. Bless my soul! he exclaimed delightedly when the car was stopped, One of my old school friends. This embarrassed me greatly because I was unable to recognize him. He had a goatee, wore a monocle, and was dressed in very stylish clothing. He was seated in a Rolls-Royce which was driven by a well trained chaffeur. Sir I believe you are mistaken. I finally managed to say. He only smiled at my ignorance, drew out a card from an inside pocket and handed it to me. When I read: Mr. Winfred Hensely, President of the Henselv Toothpick Manufacturing Co., I was greatly surprised, all I could say at the time was: My, how you have progressed! He offered me one of his toothpicks and told me to keep it until a later date when I might be in need of one. Thanking him for being so charitable. I started to continue on my way, but he insisted that I should ride in his car. I willingly did this, upon asking me where I PAGE NINETEEN

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BERNETTA WILLIAMS Basketball '22, '23, '24 Girls Athletic Manager '24 Glee Club '24 Dramatics '23, '24 Treasurer Hi Pep GENEVIEVE PEARSON Glee Club '21, '23, '24 Annual Staff '24 EVELYN GARVER Dramatics '23, '24 Glee Club '21, '22, '23 Spanish Club '22, '23 JANETTA LA PRADE Basketball '21, '23, '24 Glee Club '21, '22, '23, '24 PAGE EIGHTEEN

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wished to go, I told him that 1 would like to stop at the best hotel in Winslow. He recommended Hotel Waldorf-Castoria which was the city's largest and most up to date hostelry. When we arrived at the hotel, I thanked Mr. Hensley and entered the building. I was very much astonished when I saw Mr. Chester Smith as the hotel clerk. I immediately recognized him and we had a merry chat over our school-days. Finally we talked about how times changed since we were in High School. “I saw one of my old friends this morning, Mr. Smith said, ‘‘She registered at this hotel as Mine. Sarah Bernhard, Paris. At first I thought I knew her, but I wasn't sure. Finally we began talking and I found out that her real name was Miss Evelyn Carver as I had supposed. ‘‘This is great! I exclaimed with joy, “I must visit her soon. After I had been taken to my room, I rested, then dressed and called on Mme. Bernhard. We soon renewed our acquaintance, and once again talked of old times. Through our conversation I learned that she was a great actress in Paris. She gave me one of her photographs as a remembrance, then I departed after an enjoyable visit of over two hours. Several days later I continued my trans-continental journey, arriving the following day at Albuquerque, N. Mex. where 1 had dinner. A newsboy came to me while I stood on the railroad platform and asked me to buy an extra of the daily newspaper. I gave him a nickel for a copy and kindheartedly told him to keep the change. To my astonishment I learned that the Mexican rebel leader, Senor Vincent Gallegos had captured Mexico City while Mexico's president, Senor Louis Chacon and his wife, Senora Alice Gallegos Chacon were visiting in South America. A few days later I arrived at my destination—New York City. I stopped at a sixty-one story hotel and fortunately secured a room on the top floor. The afternoon following my arrival was pleasantly spent. I went to the Metropolitan Opera House where I received two great surprises. Several beautiful selections were played by the large orchestra which I greatly enjoyed. Finally the director faced the audience and bowed. The director proved to be Professor Liljedahl, one of my High School teachers. My second surprise came when I recognized the great tenor, announced as Monsieur Carousosky, as John Clark. Although I left l efore he had finished his first selection, I greatly enjoyed hearing him sing. As the day was exceedingly warm and I had some money left, I decided to stop at one of the confectionaries and purchase a soda. I entered one of them and had no sooner sat down than a waitress came up to me. ‘‘Eunice Grim! I shouted in amazement when I recognized in her an old schoolmate of mine. We had a very pleasant chat in which she was soon to marry Monsieur Carousosky. On my return trip to my home in Los Angeles I bought a magazine and read an excellent story. Interested to know who the author was I turned back and found that the author was none other than John Chavez of Brazil. I stopped at Chicago for a few days where I met Mrs. Houck, formerly Dorothy Brooks. She told me that Loretta Bauer, Mary Babcock. Lillian Arnold, Esther and Bernetta Williams, Janetta LaPrade and Genevieve Pearson were in the Follies. I arrived in Los Angeles early in September, glad that I had taken the trip and renewed so many old acquaintances. PAGE TWKNTY