Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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EL VAQUERO Pago Twenty-three DOUBLECROSSED By B. K. CLAYTON The stranger rode slowly up the last rise In the trail and stopped his horse. Ahead of him he saw a rough shack, smoke curling from the chimney at the hack and an unsaddled horse grazing In a little hilly pasture. Prom within the unpainted pine shack came strains of dolorous music, be-wnlling the untimely death of u certain young man and beseeching a proper burial for him other than the Lone Pralree. The stranger grinned and urged his tired horse onward. Turning in the saddle he carefully scrutinized the barren waste of desert sand and rock. Par away he detected a tiny dust cloud on the horizon. His thoughts flew ahead to see the outcome of the pursuit. They had thus far been outwitted and outiidden by the young ntan who sat his horse so calmly, but. however slowly, tho distance between them new was Inexorably lessening The man frowned, and riding up near the shack, he dismounted and rapped lustily on the door. The mournful sons ceased abruptly on a high note, and the door was thrown open, eonfrontin : the stranger with ids host. The latter saw before him a young fellow of about twenty-five years sun-tunned, with a two days growth of stubble on his face, keen-eyed and of muscular build. He wore the customary range habiliments. A pair of chaps and a black Stetson completed Ids garb. From the right side of his worn chaps peeped the black handle of a Colt .45. The cowboy saw a tall, loan man. with gloomy v;sage belled by a pair of twinkling blue eyes. He wore .: flour suck apron, and Ids hands were covered with biscuit dough. Wonder-Ingly. lie eyed the other's apparel and armament, as guns were no longer a necessary part of a mans' equipment. •llello,’' said tho stranger, and then repressing a smile, he added. I saw your smoke and thought 1 would see If you could put me up for the n'ght My horse Is pretty tired, and I-----• Sure I can. interrupted the other. “My name is Young; yep, George Young is my name. Just put your horse in that little corral there and come on in. All right, thanks. My name's Frank Campbell, replied the cowboy, and tunred to lead his horse away. As ho took down the bars of tho pole corral he saw his host looking at him in a puzzled manner, and then as the man turned to re-enter the kitchen Campbell caught the smell of bacon, coffee and frying steak—a most welcome odor to the young adventurer, hungry as he was. Campbell unsaddled the tired horse and as he laid down the saddle, he was very careful to hide a heavy little canvas bag under the Navajo saddle blanket and tuck It under the skirts of the saddle. A moment later, having fed his horse, he Joined Young at the house. As he stepped over the door sill he saw that the floor was wet. His host caught his glance and explained apologetically: I thought I'd wash her up a little. She gets right smart dirty here with all the sand. Campbell mentally tagged Young as a Texan and found him the type of man lie Instinctively liked. An bout-later they sat down to u supper of steak, hot biscuits, gravy and coffee. Having finished the meal. Frauk Campbell stepped outside to turn his horse out into the Binall pasture, as lie explained. This having been done he seemed in no hurry to return to the house, but walked down the trail, his high-hcelod riding bcots clicking on the metallic stone . He listened carefully anil then, as the silence of the evening remained unbroken, ho turned buck us though convinced that there was no present danger, and went on to the house. II. Far out on the desert there rode a bunch of vigilant men. The dim starlight made shadows on each rock and cactus as'they passed, with little talk. Suddenly the leader pulled up Hav- ing waited till all the men were gathered around him, he gave his commands. diriding his men up into two groups. He took the lead of one bunch and rode away until they lost sight of one another in the hazy desert night. Only the creak of saddle leather and the sound of crunching sand, mingled with an occasional drawling utterance, marred the stillness. Then for the second time since parting the leader spoke to his right hand man. Dave. he confided, I guess Camp-hell's gone to old Young’s. It's the only spring in thirty miles, and from there ho could get to the mountains easy. The man called Dave considered. Yeah, that's what the boy thought, but if he does go to Young's I pltv him. I was there once, right after that big shower bust that swept away the Star saloon, you remember? Well, for sapper old George, he made some biscuits. Said they was Just Ilk0 his mother used to make, but I'll bet the old lady made some good money in the paperweight business if they were. A chuckle followed this narrative and tho cavalcade rode on In ajloncc. HI. Campbell and Young, having eaten nnd smoked, now prepared for slumber. The preparation was not elaborate-some blankets, a quilt and u canvas, known us a tarp. sufficed to lurnlsh the guest with a bed. Maybe you'd rather sleep outside?” hazarded Young with a sharp glance nt the object of Ills secret suspicions. Why. cr yes. I would. If It's all the same to you. said Frank Campbell. He did not meet the look that was directed at him. but kept his eyes lowered. After a little lime spent In talk concerning tho weather and the likelihood of rain, the two separated, Campbell to his lied under the stars. Young to his narrow bunk in the cabin.

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Page Twenty-two EL VAQUERO High School Band By FRED GILLARD Mr. Goodhall, the musical director of the Winslow High School, returned at the beginning of the term trom a year in Pittsburg. Kan., and started right to work to organize a good band. At the beginning of the year about ten members started and a few more joined later on so that now there are thirteen. Under Mr. Goodhall's splendid leadership the hand progressed rapidly and was soon able to play for entertainments. The band first played Christmas Night at the big tree at the corner of Second street and Kinsley avenue, where the music was very much enjoyed. The band also participated in “The Trip Around the World” given by the Parent-Teacher association and the Mothers’ club. When the basket ball team of Winslow went up to the Northern Arizona tournament the band also went and played for our teams while playing. The Winslow High School Band owes all of its progress to the splendid leadership und hard work of Mr. Goodhall. The thirteen members are Charles Goodhall Jr., clarinet and saxophone; Bill Ward, cornet; Dennis Sweeney, saxophone; Hubert Mc-Hood. clarinet: Frederick Glllard. oboe; Fred Bremke. saxophone; Glen Evans, alto; Bill Woods, trombone: William Walcott, baritone: John Phillips. bass drum; Paul Evans, trap drums; John Neal, helican, and Clarence Houck, bass. Grand Concert By EVELYN PROCTOR On the 27th of February and the 30th of March, grand concerts were given by the high school thirty-eight piece orchestra and the Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs. Mr. Goodhall has developed the thirty-eight piece orchestra Just this year. This first appearance of the orchestra gave the people of Winslow something of which to be proud. They had thought before that it was Impossible to work up such talont. The second appearance was in honor of the P.-T. A. delegates and we are sure that the orchestra gave them one more thing to carry home In memory of Winslow. The Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs showed the result of consistent and careful work. This Is the first year thero has been a Boys' Glee Club and now that Mr. Goodhall has started the good work we hope it will be kept up. After four or five encores Monday evening ..March 30. 1925. the music department of the High School, under the direction of Prof. Charles A. Goodhall. furnished the first part of the program given in honor of visiting delegates to the Parent-Teacher association convention. The orchestra was at its best and after playing two numbers the Girls' Glee Club sang two songs. ‘’Will o’ tho Wisp. by J. W. Cherry, and “By the Waters of Minnetonka” by T. LIcurance. This was followed by a saxophone duet, •‘Miserere from 11 Trovatore. played by Charles Goodhall Jr. and Marie Holm, which was well received. Then came tho Boys’ Glee Club, which never fails to make a hit. They sang “Mas-sa’s in the Cold. Cold Ground. by S. C. Foster. This brought hearty applause and they were called back until they had sung four songs. The Boys’ at each appearance they weren't “very proud. The girls have, of course, appeared before the school and public before and their audiences are always enthusiastically appreciative. Glee Club is the “baby organization in the music department, and is proving to be one of the best. Then the orchestra played three moro numbers, which finished the first part of the program. We are all proud of our thirty-eight-piece orchestra. atho biggest and best that we have ever had in the Winslow City Schools. We owe all to Mr. Goodhall and to euch member of the orchestra for their time and hard work which is tho only way any musical organization can be built. Thu second part of the program was under the direction of Miss Hortense Miller, who presented a musical fairy play Midsummer Eve. with the children of Washington School. This was well staged and very much enjoyed by all. School Entertainment FOR THE DELEGATES TO THE STATE CONVENTION OF THE PARENT TEACHERS ASSOCIATION OF ARIZONA By DAISY McGREGOR V

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Pago Twenty-four EL VAQUERO Silence brooded over the place; then the howl of a coyote sounded, and was followed by another across the ridge of stone and low hills. Inside the shack Young slept, but his self-elected guest, not wanting sleep, grew more wakeful as the night wore on. Ho fancied that he could hear whispered commands and the click of horses’ hoofs on the rocks. At last he got up and pulled on his boots and sauntered out till he overlooked the winding trail. Although he listened. the profound silence of a desert night was not disturbed. With a grin at his suspicions. Campbell went down in the little pasture and after some work and no little profunlty he caught Sorry.” his horse, who resented the unceremonious manner in which he was hustled out and led away. Walking quietly, the cowboy led “Sorry” to the saddle and with a few deft Jerks and touches the heavy saddle was in place. As he pulled the latlgo tight and buckled it, Campbell reached for the little canvas sack. With an oath he straightened up . The sack was gone! Campbell knew that Young must have taken It. but when. He might have gotten it while I was down after 'Sorry', he reflected. But how to recover It was a problem, and recover It ho must. If the thief had opened it. then all was lost. One look at the contents and there would bo no hope of a clean getaway. Campbell started for the house but stiffened with a Jerk. He had palinly heard a horse nicker out on the desert, somewhere near. He turned and ran to the house, his only desire now to secure the canvas bag and reach the distant mountains, the Rim.” where he would be safe. Given half an hour's start and all would be well. If he were caught----- But he refused to harbor such a thought. A careful if hurried search of the house did not reveal the sought-for sack. Young had outwitted him. The Irate cowboy rushed out of the house with a sense of impending danger. One good thing, the horse was still there. He tied some bacon that he had purloined to the saddle and. Jumping on. wheeled and rode across the sandy clear space in front of the shack. Suddenly a roar shattered the quiet, and coincident with the roar, a blinding flash of flame and a searing pain burned Its way through the biceps of Campbells’ left arm. He swerved and. bending low over the horse’s neck, thundered by the house and disappeared In the thick mesquitc behind the house. On the instant men rose from the brush ns by magic and poured shot after shot into the blackness after the retreating rider. Mounting their horses, they spurred in rapid pursuit. As they raced by a corner of the house the leader noticed a still form outstretched by the edge of the mesquitc. “Pull up, boys; here's something wel’l look after.” At his command the men Jerked their horses to a sliding stop and dismounted, clustering around the fallen man . One of th»-foremost suddenly let out a yell of Joy. It’s him. all right!” he shrieked •‘Boys, we'll get our loot yet. Just then Frank groaned and sa up. feeling gingerly of his throat. A man pushed his way through the throng. It was George Young. When Campbell saw him. he started to reach for his gun and swore in an exceedingly pained manner. Now. now, Frank, quiet down-we’ve got you dead to rights.” warned the sheriff, for It was he who had led the man hunters. The cowboy got to his feet, and handed his gun to the sheriff. AH right. Tom; you win. But you owe me one lick at him for me so nearly, breaking my root nock like 1 did.” How did it happen? inquired the sheriff curiously. I’m not sorry, because you’d sure have got away clean If something hadn't happened.” Campbell tied a soft silk handkerchief around the injured neck and laughed shortly. “I’d ’a’ done so. I guess, only I never saw that barbed-wire clothes lino Young stretched across there, and It took me right under the chin.” The men turned and went back to tho house to clear up the mystery of the escaped prisoner. George Young lifted a trap In tho floor and disclosed the missing canvas sack. Here you are. Tom: I guess tho gold Is all there.” he said to tho sheriff, bolding out the sack. What train did he rob? Gold? Train? What train? I don't get you stall. retorted the puzzled enforcer of the law. We've chased Frank over most of New Mexico anrl all over the Arizona desert, but It wasn’t for gold—leastways, I never knew it if it was.” George Young glanced at the grinning faces around him and then at the now mirthful sheriff. Why. no. George, the reason we ull are chasing Frank here so far. and we had to have him. too. Is because the rascal went and started the unspeakable plague of crossword puzzles and then the other day the son-of-a-gun robbed the mail stage and run off with five new Los Angeles Examiners and one Winslow Mall, and they all had the latest crossword puzzles In them. Frank was aimin’ to work 'em all hls-self.” Popularity Contest Most Popular Girl—Evelyn Proctor. Most Popular Boy Fred Chase. Crookedest Student—Edward Han-sllp. Most Beautiful Girl—Opal McHood. Hardest-Boiled Instructor—Mr. LII-jedahl. laziest Student—Lawrence Stanley. Best Dancer—William Wood. Best Lady Dancer—Freda Hart. Neatest Boy—Karl Cahn. Best All-Around Boy Athlete—Murl Hohn. Rowdiest Student—William Walcott. Biggest Lady Killer—Ronald Robinson. Most Lady-Like Boy—Paul Evans. Most Studious Student—Lois Garver. Cutest Freshman—Johnnie Phillips. Strongest Student—Ralph Day. Most Handsome Boy—Karl Cahn. Dumbest Freshman—Dick Trimble. Most Conceited Students—Jane Day and Fred Chase. Freshest Student—John Scott. Best Girl Athlete—Freda Hart. Most Talkative Student—Parr Lancaster.