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Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
SAGE TEA BEAUTIFIEe
AND DARKENS HAIR
Don't Stay Gray! 1t Dark
ems So Naturally That
Nobody Can Tell

You can turn gray, faded hair
beautifully dark al1 ls-S--Scs a.
most over night If you'll get bot
tie of "wyeth's Sage and Sulphur
Compound at any drug store Mil
lions of bottles of this old famous
Sage Tea Recipe. improved by the
addition of other ingredients, are
sold annually. says a wen-known
druggist here, because it darkens
the hair so naturally and evenly
that no one can tell 1t has been APP
piled.
Those whose hair is turning gray
or becoming. faded have a surprise
awaiting them, because after one
or two applications re gray hair
yanishes and your locks become
luxuriantIy dark and beautiful.
This is the age of youth. Gray
haired, unattractive folks aren't
wanted around. so get busy, with
Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Com
pound tonight and you'll be de-
lighted with your dark, handsome
hair and your youthful appearance
within a few days.
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

and the shouts and cries of noisy
nejghbor children, but l do not. I
prefer to be far out in the country,
where / may hear the whistle of the
quail, the droning voice of the dove,
and gaze upon the ever changing
beauties of the mountains. That is
the life.
CHARLOTTE LA TOURETTE,
Phoenix Union High School.
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

the riders visit the neighboring castles,
where they receive hospitality. sub
sequently making their way homeward,
escorted b. a band and a large crowd.
The origin of this curious custom is
lost in the snists of antiquity.-San
Francisco Argonaut
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
eRINcINc HOME THE COWS

When my mother was ten years old,
she lived with her parents and five
brothers on a large cattle ranch in
northern New Mexico. Their nearest
neighbor lived five miles away and it
was fully 80 miles to the neapest town.
Trinidad, Colorado. Her father and
two oldest brothers usually went each
day to the ranch on the Red River. so
Florence, my mother, stayed at home
with her mother and three small broth
ers to attend to the domestic affairs.
One time father and the boys stayed
later than usual and the cows that
stayed each day on the upland pastures
had to be brought home. There was
no one to go but Florence. so she
mounted Black Boy, a large black
horse, and started for the upland
pastures.
mountains and rather heavily wooded.
Occasionally in the woods there was a
small glade, covered with grass and
shrubs. 1t was here that the cows
grazed and whence Florence directed
her horse. She rode and searched for
over an hour without finding any trace
of the cows. Where could they be? 1t
was getting dark, though not so very
late, for it gets dark very early in those
wooded mountains.
Florence now gave up the search for
the cows and turned her attention to
finding the way home, but she didn't
know which way home was and the
woods all seemed just alike. How still
it was in the woods. The silence was
only broken by Black Boy stepping on
a twig or the distant twitter of a lone
some bird.
The last rays of the setting sun
threw a rosy glow over everything for
a moment, but only for moment.
The red fast turned to grey and then to
dusk Almost Immediately the coyotes
began to howl and the great horned
owl began to boot his weird, haunting
cry. Florence shivered- Ugh! What IL
a band of wolves would come that way
She was used to these noises, but they
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

Many people have told me they did
not know why the train had stopped
when they arrived in Phoenix. In
rainy weather they step from the car
into a puddle, wade about fifteen feet
and then reach solid ground. The Depot
building looks like place whert the
train is going to take water or pick up
two or three people and tin cans of
milk.
Phoenix and the vicinity around It
are supposed TO be wealthy part of
the state but the depot is anything but
an expression of the fact. The valley
is noted all over the United States for
its orange groves and the climate. 1t
would be still better known if the depot
did not make such a bad impression on
visitors.
From practical standpoint Phoenix
can well afford a depot where one car
step from the train onto a solid foun-
dalton. The convenience of a modern
depot for our own use, if we never had
any visitors, is well worth considera-
ton.
ALLISON GOULD,
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
THE PEeuIN CULT IN PARIS
continental Edition of the Londo,
MaiD

Continental Edition Of the London
MaiD
The cult of the penguin has come TO
Paris. In many houses and in more
shop windows you will now find quaint,
cantemplative penguins as ornaments,
or in pottery and china. The penguin
porcelain coffee set is the latest design.
Father penguin in delicate. deftly-
shaped white china makes the coffee
pot, and the coffee, nicely hot in his
plump body. pours out through his long,
sturdy beak. Penguin junior. a little
simmer, is the milk jug. and the coffee
cup, in the shape of a penguin's egg.
is little penguin Thought Of but not
yet born.
There are more than 1000 potato
flour factories in Germany
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
ALLISON GOULD.
Junior, Phoenix High School.
(No reader ought to have any trou-
BILE in clearly picturing this little place.
AN OREGON VILLAGE

BILE in clearly picturing this little place.
AN OREGON VILLAGE
The village of Bartel was built near
creek on the main mountain road.
The only building of any Importance
was a general store and postoffice. It
was there that the mail was brought
twice a week by a stage coach, on
Thursday and Friday evenings. On
these evenings the people gathered at
the little store to wait for the mail and
to gossip.
When it began to get dack the house
was lighted with an oil lamp which
hung down from the ceiling. The farm
ers and old men gathered around the
stove. sitting on boxes and kegs dis
cussing the crops, politics and other
things of interest. The ladies at the
millinery counter looked at pretty hats
and dresses. Last of all the boys and
young men were at the confectionery
counter shaking dice or matching
money making small bets on it. Amid
the general hum somebody would see
the stage coming. Then came the great
excitement getting the mail and learn
ing the news from the neighboring
villages and from the large cities.
LEE MALLORY.
OIL,
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
RAfNBOWS

Have you ever been down in the
depths
In the depths of deep despair?
Have you ever thought. in this whole
wide world
There is not a soul to care?
Have you ever wondered If. after ALL
/. is worth the while to live?
Have you ever felt the sadness
That hopelessness can give?
Have you. ever watched thunder
storm
The lightning flash on high?
Have you ever seen the sun come out
With a rainbow in the sky?
Have YOU ever gone along your way
And met a friendly smile?
Have YOU ever noticed that after that
Everything seems worth while?
EDITH PARKER,
Junior, Phoenix High School.
without doubt every reader cal
answer the above in the affirmative.)
fThe following are two good sports
well described. What of tennis, bas-
ketball and swimming? Do you think
young people enter into them as gen.
erally as they should? Is not the day
oe horseback riding almost over? VIII
tie west have left any characteristic
srort)
MY GREATEST SPORT
/. who have not known the joy of
sliding down a snowbank, consider
riding horseback the greatest sport
By riding horseback, | do not mean
to go poxing along on an old horse that
has seen ten or twelve years of hard
service. / mean riding on real alive
horse that goes along with light
prancing steps, head held high and
eyes and ears alert. one thar makes
things interesting by sidestepping at
the sight of something new or perhaps
standing upon her hind legs because
she does not wish to cross a certain
ditch. All, the joy of feeling yourself
go flying along with sure. swift feet
beneath you. and seeing the chickens.
dogs and people scurry out of your
way Then is when You get the fresh.
sweet air into your lungs
1t makes me sad TO think of IL. for
city life has robbed me of that joy.
Many people may enjoy hearing TIL.
roar and rattle Of passing street cars
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
BOOST. DON'T KNOCK


years ago, / felt very lonesome and
1T seemed as if 1 could never learn
10 like this place. The difference be-
tween California and Arizona i'm
pressed me so much that 1 became de-
termined TO be strong knocker
My father. being much more accus-
toned to the ways and feelings OF
the natives here, would tell me that if
couldn't be a booster, 1 ought not
DC a knocker. This advice I detested
and though I followed it in my out
rebelled.
During my vacation went gladly
lack to the coast, thinking that /
would forget the detestable Phoenix.
&c my surprise found myself saying:
In Phoenix we do this-and in Ari-
iona they do it that way and be-
lore Ions / became. conscious that
did care for the state, and that the
memory of it was not so hateful after
all.
had thought that my homeWard
Journey would be torture to me. but
When We began to make preparations
was suddenly astounded by the GLAD
leeilns IN my heart Try as 1 might
10 keep this ncw-found emotion hid
cen. finally L was compelled TO admit
very reluctantly, of course, that
Ihoenix wasn't 20 bad after all The
laugh was surely on me, and though
i feIt rather ashamed, / could not
resist being happy, as one after max
ing concession, to get the load off
iny mind and the laugh over
The advice given by my father is
as always has been, right, and from
tenceforth wherever I am, I'll remem-
Delft can't be a booster l shall
lot be a knocker
MAYFTELD SHIDELER.
Junior, Phoenix High School.
This is the priesthood of art-not
TO bestow upon the universe a new
aspect, but upon the beholder new
enthusiasm--Max Eastman.
Appropriations like the following re-
mind one of John Hall Wheelock'S
stanzas, which run:
To the world enough it Were
To have a useful earth and bare,
But for poets it is made
All in loneliness arrayed.
For his eye the little moth
Wears her coat of colored cloth,
And to please his ear the deep
Ocean murmurs in her sleep
THE BLoODRooT
The bloodroot is nearly the first
flower of spring in the northern
states. How joyously hail it, for then
/ know that spring is at handi On
one of the cool first days of spring
last year, 1 took a walk into the woods
J found everything looking as dreary
as winter-the bare branches of the
trees overhead matched by the dead,
brown underbrush end fallen leaves.
But near little brook which wound
itr way vivaciously between the tall
trees, / found the CHEEKY blossoms of
the bIoodroot. Their pure white petals
and brilliant yellow centers frightened
a spot which otherwise was of a dull,
t.ead-Ioking drab color except for
very few green shoots of maidenhair
fern Although it is a very simple
flower, admire it more than the later
summer flowers because it marks the
arrival of spring.
HELEN JONES.
Sophomore, Phoenix High.
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
(Notice how we'll the plot of the fol
lowing story is worked out.)
VALENTINE

n VAEGN
The school seemed overfiowing with
whispering. laughing groups of girls,
for on the morrow came Valentine
day One corner of the room was
occupied by an unusually hilarious
group. A package was passed from
hand to hand, and each member IN
turn burst into fresh peals of laughter.
Gaiety seemed to be thenkeynote for
al but one One girl only, of the
whole school sat by herself, with az
expression more suited TO exams
than Valentines. Margaret simmons
was of a very clever and talented fam
ily, but on account of unlucky invest
stricken. For this reason she could
not dress as we'll the other girls,
and she had too much pride to join
the rest when she could take no part
in their plans.
Bows never asked her to go With
them. and they did not know of her
longing for friends and good times,
nor did they know that she could be
as jolly and interesting as any one if
given a chance. No one ever called
her Peggy, or any other nickname, to
show they liked her.
The day was at last over, and Mar
garet walked homeward with heavy
heart. No valentine would greet her
in the morning. for who would ever
think of herr
Imagine her surprise when her
mother brought Ia her a wonderful big
valentine which had been left on the
steps Could it really be for her?
With trembling haste she tore open the
outside cover. Yes, it was for her.
There it was, ITO Margaret, from
Bob Could she believe her eyes?
Surely. her dreams were coming true
if her long admired hero was sending
a valentine to her, whom he never
noticed. Yet there is was, proof in
itself. In a moment the clouds had
rolled away, the sun was shining and
her happiness was perfect.
That morning the three girls who
were leaders in the hilarious group
the day before, slowly drifted away
after they heard her wonderful story,
and their eyes were suspiciously moist
Deep in their hearts they resolved to
treat her as one of themselves and 50
bring a little happiness into her life.
Aloud they pledged each other never
TO tell of the trick they had played IN
signing Bob's name to that valentine
they sent to her.
All unconscious of any trick, Mar
garet was magically blooming and it
seemed to her the valentine had
opened a new world.
GERTRUDE CARTMELL,
Junior, Phoenix High School
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
A COWBOY FUNERAL

About 90 cowboys were driving a
herd of cattle from the Rocking Chair
sEch in western Texas TO market
They We're as gay bunch as ever
rode the trail. One especially. Happy
Bill" he was called, seemed a favorite.
He was riding a wiry chestnut pony
named ..Baldie." because of his white
face.
They were riding along. joking,
laughing. and singing cowboy songs,
when like a shot q big. long horned
COW dashed out of the bunch and
headed west.
Hi, Bill! Head her Off, one called.
Bill, always on the job, spurred his
pony and singing, Don't bury me on
the lone prairie gave chase. He
seemed unable to get control of the
COW, but at last headed her back to
the bunch, Suddenly the watching
cowboys saw Baldie stumble and fall
in the long grassland not rise again.
All rushed to the scene. AS they
came up, Baldie gave a last struggle
and was still. Bill was lying at one
side with white, lifeless face. They
went to his side, but he was dead,
never to be Happy BILL the life of
the ranch, again. Two boys moved
him to the shade of a mesquite, and
the chuck wagon drove up at that
moment, they took out spades and
began to dig the grave.
AS the sun was setting in the west
and the sky was aglow with delicate
colors, they lowered him in his dusty
grave. The cowboys gathered around
and silently removed their hats. Awk-
wardly glancing at one another, they
bowed their heads. Finally, after
much clearing of his throat, the Trail
Boss began,
'.Oh, God, be good to Bill;
I'VE shall miss him so. Amen.
They covered the grave and still
silently, punched the cattle and rode
away, leaving their favorite in his
lonesome grave ION the lone prairie.
CLAIRE MCKINNEY,
San Simon, English ii, Tempe
Normal.
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
(Notice in what suspense the write
is able to keep us.)
A FALSE ALARM

(Notice in what suspense the writer
is able to keep us.)
A FALSE ALARM
This little incident happened when
I lived in Deming, New Mexico. about
three days after Villa. the Mexican
bandit. had crossed the border and
raided the little town of Columbus,
New Mexico. 1t was runored that he
was making plans to raid Deming
also. The city ordinances ordered all
of the people to keep their lights out
for a week afterwards.
On this certain night we were
awakened about midnight by the
sound of a cannon that was rapidly
firing on the outskirts of town. Every
one grew very frightened. / was so
frightened that / could see imaginary
bandits coming in the doors with
their black. piercing eyes shining out
from under treir large sombreros, and
their large knives cleaning in their
hands, ready to stab anyone who
crossed their paths. There was not
gun in the house, but l guess if there
mad been we would have been too
frightened to use it.. I racked my mind
for some plan for defense. ] started
cHce to go out in the yard to get the
garden hose and put it on the faucet
In the kitchen and stand guard at the
Rack door. If any of the bandits
came in / would squirt the water in
their faces. But decided if the ban
dts wanted to come in very badly,
little water would not hinder them.
We waited awhile. but no bandits
came, and the cannon quit firing. We
tried to sleep, but it was impossible
We then thought maybe they were
waiting until the town quieted down.
and would then return.
The next morning we were much re-
lieved when my father came home
from work and told us the noise that
we heard was nothing but the engine
in the steam laundry back firing
CALLIE PROVENCE.
freshman, Tempe Union High School.
(The two following are excellent
typ1cally western stories)
HOMESTEADING :.
A bright flash of lightning,
A terrific crash,
Total darkness
Silence, except for the down pour.
ing rain.
Softly, "Marge. Ma-arge = are you
still there" No answer.
Louder, and this time the words
were accompanied by a punch. .Maree
/ say, are you still there?-
"Ye-es." and presently, "Are your"
81 think-oh!''
Successive flashes of lightning, fol-
lowed by a crash more terrible than
before
Isn't it awful, Ann? Do you sup
pose it will ever end ?'
The storm continued, the wind
through the cottonwoods and
the rain came down in torrents.
The sun arose on smiling world.
the sky was a bright, sparkling blue.
and everything was dripping from the
nights rain. wisp of smoke was
curling from the chimney of little
slack surrounded by large cotton
wood trees on an island in the river.
The birds were chirping and the
n orning breeze softly rustled the
leaves
Two Eastern (Chicago) girls were
here. They were hav-
ing new experiences. They had never
ridden horseback. and found it rather
fpll of surprises; and fun. Driving cat
re was great sport, and vaccinating
ana branding were interesting mys-
teries.
They had to chop their own wood
(sometimes). -Neighboring cowboys
v ere kind Sometimes they could hear
he coyotes bowling in the distance
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
YOUNG WRITERS

As each one is the center of great
little Kingdom of his own, holding
sway with heart, head and all the rest
o. him as subjects which sometimes
bless him with tributes of peace and
sometimes war against him in stormy
repeiiious moods, it is indeed inspiring
ID signal across to other great little
kingdoms, to give them messages Of
himself and to receive messages of
how it fares with them.
But these messages to be valuable
must be individual. They must be
characteristic of the code of expression
IN each separate kingdom. This issue.
it seems, has more than usual of such
IL diyidual messages.
MARCUS WHITE,
Director.
Hext week we shall publish an
honor list of those who have sent in
good work which for various reasons
has not been printed
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

everything costs so much, and espe-
cially when there are two more girls
in the family?
American women have always been
noted for their neat apparel, their taste
in selecting clothes and their air of
s'smartness" lacking in women of other
countries. 1t is almost an instinct IN
American women to know how to be
well dressed on little money. Do we
want our well-dresSed American women
to pass out of existence? Do we want
our girls in the future to be dowdy?
Then put them in uniform.
Putting girls in uniforms is an ex-
IRENE; letting them come to school
dressed like vaudeville clowns, is an
other. Is there not some medium?
Blue serge dresses. white or dark skirts
with blouseS or linen shirtwaiSts, low
Oxford shoes-these are sensible school
clothes. Why can't all teachers in the
school refuse to admit girls to their
classes when not dressed properly?
BERNICE NJ. CALLAHAN,
Freshman, Phoenix Union High School.
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

Education usually teaches us to use
the language of other men to de-
scribe our own feelings, and this habit
Is exactly contrary to every principle
IF art-T.afcadio Eaarn
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

There are more than 1000 potato
flour factories in Germany
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
MAYFIELD SHIDELER.
Junior, Phoenix High School.

This is the priesthood of art-not
TO bestow upon the universe a new
aspect, but upon the beholder new
enthuSiasm--Max Eastman.
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
NV EIRsr AMBITION

This subject always suggests ma
.eria1 for a theme as original as the
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

VT IS interesting that in the same
issue we have both sides of The sa-ae
subject presented. Which is tba u,ino
ming sideoN - e"c VIII
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21
THE DEPOT. AS OTHERS SEE 1T

RObERI w ILkERSON,
Junior, Phoenix High School.
Arizona republican., 1920-03-21

tiny bottle of Freezone for few cents,
sufficient to rid your feet Of every
hard corn, soft corn, or corn tstween
the toes, and calluses, without soreness
or irritation. Try it. No humbugf
El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1920-12-22
Bedtime Stories For The Little Ones
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CHRISTMAS CAKE.
-----. ~ HOWARD z. CANS.

TVTELL. now that we have the
w Christmas tree IN our hollow
stump bungalow, 50 that I can
begin trimming it. / suppose ] must
begin thinking about the Christmas
cake" said Nurse Jane FUZZY WuZzy
one morning as Uncle WiggIly came
down TO breakfast The nice old
gentleman bunny skipped from step
TO step, Instead Of sliding down the
banisters Of his hollow stump bun-
galoW as he sometimes did For Nurse
Jane didn't exactly like that
Christmas caker' cried Uncle Wig
gily, his pink nose tWinkIing twice as
fast because It vas so near Christmas
-I'u go right out and buy the best one
in the five and SIX cent store, Nurse
Jane.
son. WiggiIyi As II I would BUY a
Christmas cake-' exclaimed the musk
rat lady housekeeper. II always make
one. even though 1t does take a lot
OF time"
may I nat have the pleasure Of
helping your asked Uncle WiEEllT-
There are so many things that go
into Christmas cake, that surely, i
may have a little part In making
yes. You may said Nurse Jane.
"Iu need sugar and spice and lots Of
things nice and IL you want 70 be a
real help hop 20 the store and set the
things I tell you"
Most delighted that be could do
Nurse Jane a favor Uncle Wiggily
held his paw on his pink nose 20 stop
the tWinkling while he ate breakfast
and then, putting on his tan. SILK hat,
and taking his red white and blue
striped rheumatism crutch out Of his
clothes basket. the bunny gentleman
started from his hollow stump bum
''For the Christmas Cake 7 shall
need sugar. raisins, caudied citron-
cocoanut,i chocolate and pineapple
sauce" called Nurse Jane after the
'Fes. I know. It IS all written
down" and Uncle Wlggily twisted his
eyes sideways where Nurse Jane had
written a list Of everything he was
20 bring from the store
For Uncle Wiggly sometimes had a
great habit Of torgetting what ne re-
memhered- So. Nurse Jane had said
I'll write the list down on the back
OF your white collar It viii show
as YOU hop along and all you VIII
have to do viii be 70 stand with your
back to the Monkey Doodle gentle
man in the store He VIII read the
things I want, and put them up FOR
you
So the bunny gentleman. not having
anything 20 worry about except his
rheumatism. hoped along over the
fields and through the woods. And he
did not worry much about his rheu-
matism, for he was thinking so much
about the coming Of Christmas
~And what a lovely cake Nurse Jane
viii hakel" thought the bunny 1T
makes me hungry to thing Of IT,
Uncle Wiggily hoped into the
grocery store kept by the Monkey
Doodle gentleman and said
Nurse Jane, III you please, wishes Q
number Of things 20 make Christmas
cake"
Very wen. tell me what they are.