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

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He’s a regular cut up. is F. A D. And pickles the remnants for Biology La Senora she speaks swell espagnol. Ami teaches los aliunnos who with her enroll. You must always be a lady and keep your home so neat. Wear the colors that are right and you will look so sweet !” “I hear you’re not passing; seventh hour for you! And you have been whistling! Join the sand-haulers crew!” “Great Ceasar! By George!’ Coach begs leave to state. That in all Study Halls good “studes” concentrate! He cleans our halls, and with cheery smile, Entertains with chat as he works the while.

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CLASS PROPHECY Now prose is so simple and easy to write. But when we write rhythm, we sit up all night. But we'll do our liest to tell you how We shall find the seniors ten years from now. Here’s Vena Britton ten years from now, Successfully married and milking a cow. B is for Bakes! in the courtroom she sits. She’s never on trial, she uses her wits. Now here is ’Miss” Beal vers (until forty-one). When a handsome young knight, her heart and hand's won. Ami here is Jay Bouton, a horse-doctor now. He’s handsome as ever: is he a wow ! Each stage has its Shakes pea re. each work has its master At marathon races. Lorea is faster! C is for Campbell, a jitterbug bold He’s rich and lie’s famous. Thanks.—Pot o’ Gold! Now here is Bill Cannon, a swift secretary. His speed is quite rapid and never does vary. We find Esther Cannon, n landlady cruel. She drives all insane with her rigorous rule. Chemist will rhyme, archeologist won’t, Floyd Cartoon will trail a “Labyrinthodont” This, too, is a Carlson. Frances by name. Her figure on ice have won her great fame. A1 Christen’s a doctor. an M.! . of note: His social calling is ear. nose, and throat. Earl knows his football and liasketball too: He has a champ-team, it’s a paddling crew!!!! I is for Davis: a masculine wife. Ever watchful, unyielding, will manage Bob’s life. Now here is Chuck I avis. all clothes he does dye: With colors most brilliant he catches the eye. And here is Roy Denham: the heathen he'll teach: A mission’s his calling: the Gospel he’ll preach. F is for Forester: to wealth he lias claim. He earned it. you see. by leger domain. Here’s to Roy Foster, a most noted singer. His voice all pronounce, a definite hum-dinger. (1 is for Grihlin, a maid of renown. Her future’s in writing: she’s a note-taker down. 1! is for Haff, who’s back home again. Teaching Trojans to scribble with imint-brush and pen. “Ginn” Hammell will seek a mark of renown. As the l est lady salesman to tackle a town. With fifty-one more we could make up a deck. Marge is a card, and she knows it. by heck! Here’s to dear I la who has her own shack. Out on the prairie: you reach it horse-back. Miss Ha light is well known for well-modeled hats Customers buy them just for her chats. ('arol has a career. Mr. Dow has foretold. With plaster of i aris your bust she will mold. Mary Rae, in the future, a poet will be. She’ll make putrid rhymes and pun with great glee. Rich man, poor man (here we are grinning) Myrtle’s twice married, and just beginning. Here’s Jennie Rose Hughes, a girl that is smart. She fixes your face; make-up’s her art. Hunter’s in Britain: owns a station of glass; He’s selling petrol ; there it’s called gas. J is for Johnson, B. Wilbur by name ; His movie romances have won him his fame. Miss Billie Mae is busy at home, Since art is her calling, she never will roam. K is for Kalisch, butcher of note. He even saves squeals from the little pig’s throat. Those in glass houses should never throw stones. Evalyn Kennedy dances with bubbles and bones. L’s for Laffoon. modiste of fashion. She controls all the styles of Elite and Hessian. Here’s Rex Laffoon, u snappy l artender Who serves only those of masculine gender. Jean Lincoln discovered a vocation strange. From midget car-racing she never will change. M is for Mullins, a mortician bold, Down in the cellar with cadavers cold. Sylva’s a dear: she’s everyone’s pal— Sometime we’ll elect her “All-American gal. P is for Parsons, a very nice creature. Methinks she will make a fine drama teacher. Of ledgers and Journals, Bob Perry’s the keeper; To keep them in balance is very much cheaper. R is for Robertson, a wife that is sweet. She married Bob Perry, and keeps his house neat. Here’s Leonard Kuehle, a bean-pole in height. We’ve made him a lawyer just so’s he can fight. S is for Sedillo, Arturo by name: His great compositions have won music fame. Miss sedillo has earned a fame that’s world-wide; Tortillas and chili are her Joy and her pride. Colorado’s a state where cowboys abound ; Here Darwin-the-Great, his vocation has found. Now here is Miss Selby, most extremely feminine. She married a Russian and lives in the Kremelin. Next we find Betty Simpson, au aimrtment house roomer; Of canned pork and beans she’s quite a consumer. And Vivian Smith, a buxom young dame. Has a future in dancing; she’ll glide nimbly to fame. We see Betty Speck. a society matron. Of all the debuts she’s a most ardent patron. Here’s Lucille Stevens; as usual she’s quiet. No dunger of her ever starting a riot. Then there’s Theresa Stout, a singer well known; We proudly state that she’s truly home-grown. See Maurice Strait in the world of finance. With “wampum” of others he won’t take a chance. Miss Swedborg is running a “fawncy tea stoppe.” A man going by will unconsciously “Stoppe.’’ T is for Traver, of greatest import. Her story, we are told, is not very short. Here’s Marvin Traver. au actor in. drama. His babe Imitation, they always say “mama.” U is tor Uzzell; Kay’s new this year. For her we foretell a most brilliant career. V is for Vaughn, a happy young damsel. As a post office worker, our stamps she does cancel. W is for Wild, a stout business man; His fortune’s in oysters put up in a can. And now Helen Woolman—her tale we’re not stretching. She’s actually busy, wild-animal catching. Z is for Zeylmaker, a very fine nurse, Good care and attention she’s bound to disperse. This is the end; we’ve run out of rhyme; We can’t sit and write i oetry all of the time. But remember this prophecy and heed it well. That' all might come true. Gosh!! Who can tell!!

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