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

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By Helen Brooks J. Narinova Sohnizzlewitski, crystal-gazer extraordinary, am Hitting Iwfore my crystal hall. Sadly I depore the state of business when I see a little crowd of women come hurrying up the walk. Ah, I think, the Woman’s Auxiliary, hut I am wrong. They tell me that ilii .v in the mothers of the members of the Class of '35, Seniors of the Wm. -inlth High School. They desire to know what their darling cliee-ildreu will be ten years hence • • . First I tell them that I see a very luxurious salon where on a little lighted stage, maniquins keep turning and turning. To one side I see an extremely smart woman standing beside a very snooty fat lady. Yes, it is Madame Uhoda Jeanconne, the most fashionable modiste in New York. The scene changes »■ • • There is now lw'fore me a small waffle shop. The proprietress, one Nellie Dillon, keeps dexterously flipping an egg into the air. The door opens, and In comes • ah, yes—Bill Thompson, the famous auctioneer, who orders waffles. Now I see a barber, shop in the same metropolis, Aurora—and by the •hair lands a blonde, curly-haired barber. It is Bill Sweeney. Again the scene changes. I see a great circus tent. The rain is drizzling down upon it. but despite this Bill Watkins in high silk hat begs a few stragglers to see the oddest freaks on earth. At a nearby stand Alice Rock watches over some soggy hot tamalaes. The rain drearily falls on them and they sizzle, but ever and anon she lifts up her voice to cry out weakly, “Hot tamales! Il-ot to-a-amales!” Ah, now we have a welcome change. Before a select group a teacher, Ethel .Mullins, lectures on that important thing, charm. There is before me now a wide street crowded with hurrying traffic where, directing the confusion, stands Clarence Walker, the lordly traffic cop. In a moment I see in my crystal ball a small fellow l nf studiously over a large dictionary. He is John Wood, U. S. Amateur of the National Orthographical Society. Next appears a noisy lighter! rink. Joyce Kloppel, a champion roller-skater on all fours, is speeding around with her skates on hands and feet. I see Lois Biles walk briskly up to the door of a home. She knocks, the door opens, and she begins to sell the unlucky housewife an insurance policy. And who should the housewife be but Freda Ilaltiner—Haltiner Smith, who has three sets of twins and four singles. The picture fades. Here is a new picture, a desk littered with papers. On one side is a sign which reads, “Margaret Barker—Fashion Editor, The Denver I’ost.” Again we are back in the great city of Aurora. 1 see the public schools, and in the official chair sits Allen Hicks. In another part of the building, I observe the Ping-Pong coach giving his daily lecture to the bored students. It is Lloyd Ferguson. On the corner of Fulton and (’o)fax I gaze upon a woman orator. She flings her arms into the air and shouts, “Down with the men!” I know !t is Mary Katherine Gordon. From a private office on (he same corner bursts a man wildly tearing Ms hair. Evidently he violently objects to the noise, for he, Melvin ('liambers, is the first graduate c Aurora to become an Ornithpathprocon-outiopodist. As this is the last one, the women rise, reluctantly pay the piper, and leave mo to the evening shadows. $« » ,

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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.

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SENIORS First Row:- Loft to Right—Freda Haltiner, Lois Biles, Margaret Barker. Bill Watkins, Ethel Mullins, .Vellio Dillon, Joyce Kloppel, Alfred Stout, Second Row—Miss Martin, Mary Kathryn Gordon, Rhoda .Johnson, T’ill Thompson. Alice Rock, Lloyd Ferguson, Bill Sweeney. Third Row—Allan Witherel, Melvin Cham-hers, Cl:’ rones Walker, John Wood, Allen Hicks.