Aurora Central High School - Borealis Yearbook (Aurora, CO)

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F rom Now Til! Tl, cn By Lois Biles Seventeen little Seniors a-sitt'ing In n row, L« ft from out the first-grade elass oi just twelve years ago; Seventeen HAPPY Seniors, glad to be alive, Bind th’ey’re about to graduate in nineteen thirty-five; Giad to have their memories of this, their senior year. Mid of the many things they’ve done; perhaps you’d like to hear, “I)ress-up day” and “sneak day”—both these they’ve enjoyed— Please don’t sjMiil it all and say: “Time COULD he better employed.” March, you know, was a windy month, but when the dust had cleared away “Digging l'p the Dirt” was staged• THAT was the senior play. Our school's Head Girl and Head Boy both are members of this class, too— Kthel II. and Melvin C.—both well-known to you. Bill Thompson is our president; throughout the past two years lie's held the job. and for our “prex” we give three rousing cheers. Khodu Johnson’s a president, too; of the Student Council, she. And also of the Girl Reserves; a good one, you’ll agree. Margaret, Lloyd, und Alice just joined the class this year And that is why, as Seniors you see them sitting here. Seventeen little Seniors just that and not one more Please, Father Time, turn backwards; ’tis now nineteen thirty-four. Fourteen little Seniors from out the seventeen Unrolled in our class in ’thirty-four and said they found it keen”; Nellie Dillon and Melvin—we were glad to have them come; We were very busy as Juniors and we tried to make things hum. Our Prom—do you remember?—in the truest cowboy style We put it over and think that you'll remember it a while. Oh. now. good Father Time, please heed again my plea; Instead of ’thirty-four, pretend it’s now nineteen thirty-three. Fourteen little Seniors a-sitting in a row: But when we go back to ’33, two of them must go. Twelve of these same Seniors were Sophomores full of pep; That .year we entered Senior High, and had to watch our step. Bill Sweeney was our president and with him to see us through In the class-scrap we fought bravely; now we must bid adieu To the Sophomore year, although Clarence and Allen go away; For they joined with us us Sophomores, we’re very glad to say. Ten little Seniors of those who came from out the Junior High They were quite upper-class”—and full of pep? Oh, my! Turn back again, good Father Time, to thirty-one, let’s say; There we lose Bill Watkins, Frede, and Mary Kay. Onward now let’s hurry; well, BACKWARD is what we mean— And look at this “gang closely—seven only will be seen. The year?—well, about 11130, I think we may suppose— And about that time came “weiuie roasts”, dancing, and having “beaus”. Ethel Mullins came to us that year so now she’ll have to go. For still time’s fleeting backwards—our history has it so. Six little Seniors only—'twenty-nine, the year;

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acuity Mr. Jack McCullough................... Supt. of Aurora Schools Hendrix College...............-....-.......A. B. Degree University of Colorado.....................M. A. Degree Aurora .................................. Twelve Years Miss Marion Andrew..................Commercial and Physical Ed. University of Colorado.....................A. B. Degree Aurora .....................................Nine Years Miss Gladys M. Martin......English, Public Speaking and Spanish Colorado College...........................A. B. Degree Aurora ................................. Four Years Miss Esther Anderson..................... English and Ilomeniaking University of Colorado.........................A. B. Degree Aurora ..................... .....................One Year Miss Mary Flaniken............v............................Music Chicago Musical College.........................Graduate Aurora .................................. One Year Mr. Harold E. Travers................ History and Political Science Colorado State Teachers College—...............A. B. Degree (Three summer’s advanced work at Stanford) Aurora ......................................... Six Years Mr. Francis Broman.......................................... Science Colorado State Teachers College................A. B. Degree Aurora .......................................... Four Years Mr. Ted It. Anderson.......................................Athletics Colorado State Teachers College................A. B. Degree Aurora —.................................... Four Years

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The Last Will and Testament We, the Class of 11«5. realizing that the remaining days of mu high school career are numbered, do hereby make our last will and testament, to 1k executed and properly probated upon the final day of our dfemise. I, Margaret Barker, leave my ability to get a husband to Sibyl Nicholson. I, John Wood, leave all the sni] es behind the school to Stanley Burke. 1, Clarence Walker, leave a lemon pie to the second year Spanish class. I, Allen Hicks, leave my firmness of will to Louis Williams. 1, Mary Katherine (Jordon, leave all my boy friends to Alaine Ileed. I, Lois Biles, leave my “gift of gab” to Barbara Cartwright. I. Joyce Kloppel, leave my “Mae West” shape to Faith Barron. I, Nellie Dillon, leave my ability to consume waffles to Frances Shipman. 1. Lloyd Ferguson, leave my way with the ladies to Elza Dillinger. I. Melvin Chambers, leave my winning smile to Richard Thompson. I. Freda Haltiner, leave school. I, Rhoda Johnson, leave my duck to “Doc” Bouton. I, Ethel Mullins, leave my membership in the High School Honor Society to Boh Thompson. I, Bill Sweeney, leave my good English grades to Alfred Marley. I, Alice Rock, leave my appetite to Anne Mehl. I, Bill Thompson, leave my altitude to John Wilbanks, I, Bill Watkins, leave my “professional manner” to Raymond Wilbanks. Signed, sealed, and witnessed this day. The third day of May, A. I)., 11)35. Testifiers: THE SENIOR CLASS, Witnesses: ALLAN WITHERHL, ALFRED STOUT. FROM NOW TILL THEN (Continued from Page 5) We’ll have to see Bill S. and Joyce depart from us, I fear. Four little Seniors a-silting unafraid You might have seen these same four in the second grade. Backward, relentlessly backward and we lose Ithoda and Johnny Wood— A thing about a “backwards tale” that isn’t quite so good. And now we’ve reached the first grade, the beginning of it all; Do you recognize the tow-head, and the hoy, not so tall As you see he is tonight, that began this famous class? Bill Thompson is the little lad, and Lois Biles, the lass. Now, kind Father Time, rush FORWARD, forward through the years— For we’re glad we’ve lived them every one—their joys, their hopes, their fears We’re glad for all the fun we’ve had—glad we are alive And mighty glad to graduate in nineteen-thirty-five.