Show YOUVE THE DEST SCENE COMING YET BY it 31 R you may have beet been to yellowstone or sailed on oil puget sound you may have seen sect Yosei nite lite known the world around you may have gadd at wonders but theres ther es one thing I 1 will bet 5 if youve not been to bricea youve the best one coming yet the road winds through a canyon where the altars all are red 1 and western balsam incense fills the vast blue dome oper oer head and then it climbs the ridges threads the sagebrush tinted where distances are mystic and the hoary silence reigns at last through scattered pinions up tip along a whitish rini rim 1 the auto takes the ridges though the winding tracks ar are 0 dim J A until before you know it you are arc standing on oil the verge a of gaudy gaud y mystic canyons out of which queer things emerge you gaze i into tito the abyss out of which strange figures riso rise and pinch yourself in secret as you blink and rub your eyes for surely youre with sinbad or alladin long ago who rubbed lit his s lamp beside you as you watched the wonders grow in front you see a palace of some ancient feudal king where sleeping beauties slumber while the desert fairies sing beyond you see some gorges where old sinbad long ago was rescued by the mighty roe roc from desert depths below belo w I 1 along the gilded summits crazy sculptors of the past kt have set some dainty figures in the dust of rainbows cast they fashioned many curios and painted them with mirth until they filled their gallary with the strangest str angest things on earthy w high temples made of ruby and 0 of f pearl and jasper t too 00 v are elbowing per godas there are statues old and new the pa pagans gans have their idols and within a doyen rods sonic some ancient gray apostles stand beside grave desert gods I 1 could sing about the glories of the canyon but I 1 know have no proper feeling for its wonders till you go and stand upon the summit and allow the fairies sway and dream the old tales over on some summer you may have seen the wonders of ranier and pikes peak too you may have seen volcanoes just above calm water blue i no matter where youve youe wandered there I 1 is one thing thine I 1 would bet if yu youve ve not been to tP Brycel S there is something differently et i the above poetry was written by prof H R merrill kerrill who will 1 be remembered as the gentleman who addressed the graduating clas classy s 1 the commencement exercises last year we ap 1 of the G GH H S at preci predate ate the poem very highly also the privilege prof merrill gives give s I 1 I 1 us in allowing us to use it so others may enjoy it |