Florence High School - Husky La Bran Yearbook (Florence, CO)

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31 F. H. S. 1919 fet Junior Class History In the walls of Florence High School Lives a tribe of mighty Paleface. Dwells the class of Nineteen Twenty. Powerful and warlike are they. Allies of the doughty Seniors. In the first year of their coining. Fearful were they then and timid. Leaf-green were their faces painted. And their locks were daubed with ditch mud Enemies had they and mighty. Struggled they with evil spirits. Struggled they and overcame them. Overcame the evil spirits— Algebra and Ancient History. Hut the Manitous so mighty. As we call the Faculty, Delivered them from out their bondage. To the warlike upper classmen. So the class of Nineteen Twenty Then became a mighty nation. Dropped their low degree of Freshmen. They assumed the robes of Sophomores. But the Faculty in wisdom. Lest tin Sophs grow proud and haughty. Tested they the class of Twenty. With Geometry and Caesar. Humbled they the haughty Sophomores. Some were tested and found wanting. These few made a “Trip to Hades,” Interviewed each god and goddess, But it all availed them to nothing, Gitchie Manitou. the mighty. Punished then these doughty warriors, But the warriors of this nation. Mighty men were they and wise ones. Bose unto the post of Juniors, Ruled the lower Sophs and Freshmen. Now arose a moon of Fussing. Many warriors of the Nation. Cast their eyes upon the maidens, To each warrior one seemed fairer. To each maid one brave more stalwart. So the chieftain of the Juniors Thought a Junior maid the fairest. One cast eyes upon a maiden. Member of a tribe of Freshmen. Two maids clave unto the Seniors, So the Juniors grew and prospered. So they now became more mighty. Court they now rmong their number. Runners, leapers. athletes skillful. Learned scribes and mighty chemists. Makers of explosive gases. Makers of great smell and stenches. Now the Juniors are the second Of the great tribes of the High School Thus do grow from small beginnings Mighty men and mighty nations. —E. A.

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F. H. S. 1919 Junior Class Roll ANNA G. REIDE, Faculty Advisor. GEORGE C. AUSTIN, ('lass President, Captain Cadet Corps. Athletic Kditor Annual. Track Captain. Treasurer Athletic Association. ANNA HITCHCOCK. Vice President JAMES C. PARK. Secretary and Treasurer. RUBY ANGEL MARIAN HAWKSWORTH JOHN ALTIERI THELMA LEWIS EVELYN ANDREWS MAUD MITCHELL JANET BENEDICT EVA MILNER A DELLA BARNARD BESSIE MILNER IDA. BATTISTI FRANCES McGUIRB ANNABELLE CHAMPION ROBERT MORRIS LIZZIE CRESTO ELSIE SWEET ROSE COIA)GNE MABEL SAYLOR ANNE EVANS ROLLIN' USHER EDITH EDWARDS EDNA WILD BERNARD GINSBERG

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F. H. S. 1919 Junior’s Song of School With apologies to Longfellow Tell me not in mournful numbers, English is an empty dream! Roderick Dhu was sure some fighter. Marner’s riches sure a scream. Algebra is sure a math-fest! X Y Z is not its goal; Junior wise, though sure returning. To the charge electric pole. Not all study but much of sorrow. Seems our weary faithful way; But to cram, that on tomorrow Our brains are fuller than today. Latin’s long but history fleeting. And our hearts, though bluff and brave, Still like recess gongs are beating, On the flunking tidal wave. In the school room field of battle. No one ever has a knife, And we sigh like hungry cattle. Saying “What the use of life. Trust not teacher, howe’er pleasant. There’s no telling what’s in their head. Study, study, when they are present. Latin verbs are never dead! Lives of seniors all remind us We may through four years climb. And departing leave behind us Grades in the dooms day book sublime. Grade cards, that perhaps another, Traveling o’er this windy plain. A hen-pecked, be-draggled brother. Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us. then be up and learning. For some day we’ll all be great; Still our hard learned zeros earning ' We shall worry, that’s our fate. —ANONYMOUS.