Arriba High School - Ace Yearbook (Arriba, CO)

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Page 24 Class Song HAPPY SCHOGL DAYS NOW ARE ENDED Happy school days now are ended, Problems solved and labors Wong Joys and cares will soon be blended, Life's realities begun. Sailing on time's mighty river Steering for the far-off shore, May the love of virtue ever Guide our bark in safety o'er. Chorus Now We separate, but never Shall these memories leave the heart. Honored guardians faithful teachers, Grateful thanks before we part. Friendsl1ip's links shall ne'er be broken, Bright shall gleam her golden chain Tho' this last farewell be spoken And we may not meet again. Should our fairest vision perish- Burst like bubbles seen no more- Your kind precepts We shall cherish Treasured up in memories' store. Should the future, breathing o'er us VVake the past, and, like a spell, Bring this joyous scene before us And our school days, loved so Well, Oh, the joy 'twould give to greet you, Friends and loved ones, tried and true! What a welcome would await you, And, till then, a last adieu.

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Page 23 The gay parade passed on, and now a cozy cottage was revealed. Several of our senior girls had worn diamonds-whose home could this be? A shift in the crystal, and I saw inside the cottage, a plump little lady sitting by the fireside, holding a white Persian cat on her lap. The cat seemed to be her only companion. Then I recalled that all of Agnes' lovers had chosen the other girl. The mist evaporated-then I saw a train rushing toward me. As it drew nearer, the engineer, clad in grimy overalls, glanced toward me-Law- rence Davis, with the same old mischief in his eyes! The train sped on its way. A large building with the sign United Artists came into view. A fashionably clad lady was coming down the steps. My head swam, as she looked up, for it was no other than Katherine McFad- den, who seemed so perfectly at home in this moving picture building. A film star, now wouldn't you have been a bit dizzy. too? Another change in the crystal sphere, and a magnificent pillared building came into view. The White House! Surely, no classmate of mine had risen so high. But who was that dignified, plump lady sitting in the arm chair? She seemed to be entertaining distinguished guests. As she looked up I caught the sparkle of brown eyes behind glasses and recognized Jean Nel- son. Ah, I remembered how we used to feel sorry for Jean because her mother was so particular about her associates. Maybe mothers know best, after all. I had not gotten over this surprise when I saw bars from in the cry- stal ball. Bars? I shudderedf Surely, none of our old class had met such a fate. I looked closer trying to identify this erring child of sin. Clarence Reinemer!-But that did not look like a jail. Why, that was the cashier's window in a fine looking bank. Wow! 'What a relief. A whirl in the ball. A cloud of dust thrown up by an automobile spinning along the highway. A small, well dressed woman sat at the steering wheel, I recognized Mary Palsa. She was on her way to Denver where she held a position as stenographer in the H. C. Penny store. Apparently she was returning to her work after visiting friends in Arriba. Another scene came into view. I saw a small house bearing the sign, Marcel Shoppe,,' Work Guaranteed. Looking through the window I saw a good looking man at the barber's chair, while toward the rear a round- faced blond woman was marcelling a customer's hair. Yes, it was Bernice, assisting her husband in a combined tonsorial and beauty shop. A drug store next came before my eyes. Ice cream, soft drinks and candy-all kinds of it. A tall, slight lady was serving behind the counter. As she smiled I recognized Mabel Seaburg. How did she get here? Oh, yes, I remember she did fall for 'that handsome druggist in Arriba years ago. Sunset in the crystal ball. Fields of waving grain. Down the lane a herd of cattle lazilycorning home. From the field a team of horses comes driven by a tired farmer. In the yard behind the house a woman is feeding chickens. Which of the girls could this be? As the scene brightened, I rec- ognized Viola. Yes, I remember she married that farmer boy right after school was out. The light faded from the crystal ball. It had lost its magic, nothing could be seen in its depths. Had I been dreaming? Dazed by these myster- io-us things I staggered out. Had the future of the class of 1928 really been shown to me? Time alone can tell.

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Page 25 Class Poem WATCH US CLlMB VVhen first through high school corridors Our youthful, timid feet did pass, We hesitated at the door, An awkward, bashful freshman class. We did not know which way to turn On that momentous entrance day, We chose the motto, Watch Us Climb , To guide us on our doubtful way. VVhat pitfalls snared our trusting feet, What rude contempt from older ones! But on we pressed, determined yet To climb in spite of thorns and stones. And soon the jeering subtly changed, Respect was forced despite their will, We, knowing this, tried harder yet To climb, and make more progress still. Thus so-phomore, then junior year, On wings of work and progress spedg We knew, although we'd climbed so far, More unscaled mountains lay ahead. With flight of time came senior year, VVhen we had almost run our race With mountains almost scaled and won, Still bravely climbing to our place. We've come now to the closing scenes Of high schools' gay, light-hearted time, And, though we'll all choose different ways, Our motto still is, Watch Us Climb .