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

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Senior Class Prophecy Continued Following this, the clouds became a jumbled mass and for some moments I could make out nothing. Gradually the form of a husky, bewhiskered man, standing on a stump, became visible, in a gutteral voice he was telling a small group of listeners just why Debbs was a martyr of freedom. Then the truth dawned upon me. My old pal, Roger Sweet had let his whiskers grow and joined the Socialist party. The scene shifted and I saw him groaning and gnashing his teeth because of his exile in Russia. Next I was given a view of a full page ad in the Denver Post. In it were the pictures of a man and woman whom I recognized as Walter Martin and Lucille Jack. Inscribed in glaring headlines was the following: Greatest living dancing instructors, Mr. and Mrs- Walter Martin—specialists on the Snail Sneak and Kangaroo Twist—prices reasonable—cash in advance. Next I saw coming down the alley of a large city, the well known form of James Vegher. He was driving an old delapidated wagon which bore the name of a prominent junk company. As he drove along he kept shouting, “I buy rags, bottles and bones.” Katherine Cologne was the proprietor of an elegant beauty parlor on Broadway. Her customers include some of the most prominent people of the world, including the well remembered Jennie Watson. She has stepped into the shoes left vacant by the peerless Mary Garden, whose style she emulates. At this point the visions closed but I was filled with a desire to know what had become of our teachers. Therefore, I questioned the God, trying to appear as solemn as a judge. Immediately there was flashed upon the screen this simple phrase, “They have gone to their reward.” As I slowly descended the staircase I recalled their traits and I could only express this desire, “May their souls rest in peace.” —MAURICE MILNER and ROGER SWEET.

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Senior Class Prophecy Continued In screaming headlines a newspaper proclaimed a lawsuit over an opera composed by Mary Tucker. Alberta Myers claimed she had written at least one half of it and my but the fur was flying. As a sideline Miss Myers was operating a dentist’s office which has become very famous as the Painless Pain. Next I see that Ruth Grant has developed a renowned falsetto voice and is singing Whitney’s latest song hits at McConnell’s 3-to-16-cent store. Again scenes shifted and Australia was pictured. A slim, old maidisli looking dame, clad in coveralls, was coming out of a long building, on the roof of which was painted in staring, bold faced letters, L. Marco’s Puppery—Pug-Nosed airdales a specialty. Mary Dailey was orating at length on Women’s Rights in Shanghai, China. It is rumored in dark alleys that she has aspirations for the presidency of the Chinese Republic. The mist dispersed. The sun plunged behind the horizon. Thunder growled and lightning flashed. I came to myself quickly. I must hurry if I’m to escape this storm. The vision again became plain and whom did I see but my old friend Dar-wyn Spencer. He was returning homeward, tired and careworn from the scene of his labors in a coal mine at Stringtown, Colorado. He was greeted on the doorstep by his charming wife, whom I immediately recognized as Anna Katnig. Then the clouds re-arranged themselves and scene after scene was portrayed before my eyes. First I saw a crowd of people viewing a beautiful lady, dressed in glittering spangles, doing a thrilling trick upon a tight rope. Beneath this was written, “Come and see Sybil Price, leading lady of Sells Floto Circus.” Next I saw Hilda Job, principal of the Brewster eighth grade, trying to explain to a farmer lad that pulling girl’s hair, throwing spit wads and putting tacks in people’s seats were not the acts of a perfect gentleman. From the look on her charge’s face, she was not having much luck. Following this I saw Russell Tanner, now a prosperous looking gentleman in the prime of life. He was appearing before the city Council of Chicago, expounding the doctrine of pure milk for babies. Then I saw on one of the main streets of Denver two of my old friends, Leslie Hereford and Cornelia Turney. They were dressed in the garb of the Salvation Army and were busily engaged in collecting funds for the education of the heathen Chinese. Cornelia was singing heartbreaking little melodies and Herf was collecting the coin in a battered tin cup. Next I saw Lindsay Dawson, he who dreams of being a commodore. He was busily engaged in repelling a squad of marines who were trying to board the vessel in which Lindsay was smuggling booze in to the United States. As I watched he fell mortally wounded and as his men carried him below I could hear him exclaiming, “Don’t give up the Hootch.”

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Class History 22 On the seventh day of September of 1918 we wandered to the High School building. On nearing the main entrance, a cold chill ran through us. realizing that we were to be the laughing stock of that term. The dead line was drawn, some of the boys passed this line, so they were given the annual bath in the irrigating ditch. Some of the upper classmen were given a short vacation for violating the laws. During the Freshman year we were given a long vacation while the “Flu' was raging. There were very few activities although we had a few track meetings. Military training was the main object and many of our boys learned to march. There was much rejoicing when the second year began because we were no longer looked upon as being green, but we were given the pleasure of looking upon the new enrolled greenies. Our Sophomore year was more quiet although we had many parties and picnics. One of the main events was to look at the new faculty. This term Mr. Morrow was introduced. We looked upon our Junior year as one being more eventful. The first thought that came to us was concerning the wonderful new High school building, which was given to us that year. We were delighted at the thought that we were to move into the building the first day of December, but were sadly disappointed when Superintendent Eskridge announced that some of the plastering had fallen and we were compelled to wait long and patiently for two months more. The final day came when each of us were asked to take our books in arm and move them into the said building. The dedication of the new building was the first big event of the year. The next step of interest was the Junior-Senior Prom. Our Senior year is shortened by realizing the fact that it is our last year in Florence High school, and we have to move on, making room for other pupils. We have certainly appreciated the leadership of the other members of the school. Our class is the first to graduate from the new building, that is completing the full year. The course of our four years has been saddened by the death of our former Domestic Science and Music teacher. Miss Ruth Allen, also former Superintendent Young.