Grand Junction High School - Tiger Yearbook (Grand Junction, CO)

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Mill the Freshles soon retired. left tin l»oys—some of them—mired, Silll lIn se same Rood upper classmen no profaneness did outpour. While they nursed their euts anil bruises. Although Charley still refuses To tell why he had the blueses'' when he found his lips sore. Vet they all forgave the Freshmen, and they bothered us no more. One more year had slipped behind us. when we all began to mind us. That our Junior sehool days we soon would longer know no more; So by awful horror haunted, yet with courage all undaunted. Sat us down to exams, wanted—wanted so they'd soon be o’er. Then vacation being ended, hurried hack for one year more Now we all are Senior haughty, e'er forgetting Jill things naughty. For laugh we not at Rex In ehem. or tease the Freshmen more. All enjoyed the Junior party, we return them thanks most hearty. For not one of us were tardy, the next morn as oft before. Hut all sleepy and all Joyous and all happy to the core. And our High School many shielding, now occupies the building. And our teachers nil together number up to half a score. Some have left us. some have entered, all their thoughts together centered. And all likewise dearly mentor'd l»y Prof. Cole the Kit me as yore; And we'll all as one regret It. when our days with them are o'er Yet our courage never flitting, still we hope is sitting, sitting. In our Senior hearts the same as in our Freshmen days of yore. And our eyes we still are resting, on our Ideals still attesting. That our souls we still are testing with our dreams the same as yore. And our minds with hope and murage shall he lifted evermore and Senior Class Prophecy SCENE—A ravi'rn. Several witches gathered about, a cauldron. mysteriously chanting their dirge: I Collide, double, toil and trouble, Kin Imrn and cauldron bubble. ’ There is a mighty bubbling, and I see before me a city street. There is a familiar look about the person of the dog-eateher. He is eoniing closer. Who is he? Now, I know, he is my old friend, Hex. And the policeman pacing his beat; oh. In is Charles Norine. A pop corn vender on tin corner and a dago yelling his shrill, “sella-da-banan are also familiar. Why, they are (lien and Arthur. Around the corner conics a professional “weary willie, a member of the “Idler’s Club,” his name is Clin. And tin Salvation Army lass walking side by side with tin woman sutVragist is Itowena. Her friend is Winifred. The tire dies down and I again become conscious of the dirge, “Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” There is a mighty bubbling and 1 see the interior of a theater. Tin play is by “The Married Kachelc.r Comedy Company,” and the matinee idol is ho other than Stuart; the prima donna, Signo-riua Carazzio, is Miss Seovill of my school days, and among the chorus of the “(iirls of Coo-Coo 1 recognize Edna, Canzada and Mabel. I also again become acquainted with my old friends, the Webster Sisters.

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Class History ROSA WKIMUR, 09. (Willi Apologia lo Kdgar Allen Poe.) Once on ;t September morning:. Freshmen in our grreenness scorning All tho verdure ever seen on meadow green. or hill before, I'p the street with trembling:, fearing, and the school house slowly near I tit?. While tin- upper classmen Jeering, jeering, as so oft before; Then we climbed the stairs and entered, with our eyes upon the floor. And the unknown books, and teachers with their stern and classic features, Thrilled us. tilled us with fantastic terrors, never felt before; So that now to still the beating of our hearts, we stood repeating. We will never stoop to cheating, and our minds will always soar; And we'll always strive to be good and Increase our knowledge store. Ah! distinctly, we remember, the first day Prof. Cole did enter. And said. Rise and pass to Room One, there be hooted by school lore.” But Miss Carroll had prepared us—she the one who never scared us. And into Room One we fared us—fared us. not the least bit sore, For their verdant cries wore drowned In cries of '09. evermore. And that year, as we recall it. ah. may nothing worse befall it. Still Is famous for canned Freshmen, those whose minds had failed to soar; But the truth is. they were napping, and when Knowledge came a-rapplng. And so faintly she came tapping, tapping on their chamber door. That they scarce were sure they heard her. so were cast from out the door. Sometimes into our books peering, sometimes wondering, sometimes fearing. Sometimes dreaming dreams no mortals e'er dared to dream before. Thus In High School passed our first year, ended tip our course as youths mere. Then again, without a fear, but thinned In ranks with courage more. Hied us back to climb those same steps. Superior Sophomores. Green no more. Back again to otir books turning:, all our souls within tis burning. Soon wo learned that our Miss Jenny would no Ion nor guide us more . Hut Miss Scott with ceaseless grindings, through the pathless English windings. And Miss Taylor, all eyes blinding, with her undent Latin lore. Both untiring sought to Instill knowledge into every pore. Finished was our Grecian History, Greece and Sparta now no mystery; Then Canzada aiding Archie, and both Walter on the floor. All the bright Athenians nettled. Bex and Oltn plainly settled. Although Alice said she yet held points to bring us to the floor. But the banquet which they promised, we shall look for evermore. Then we Sophomores all beguiling, our sad fancies into smiling. Bald our fifteen cents that took us on a hay rack rid - no ho re. Though the seats were hard and narrow, built all Sophomores to harrow. Still with no thoughts of the morrow, and all happy to the core. We returned to town to vote It better than all else before. Much wo marveled that Just one year, could have brought us all so much cheer Though all rejoiced when school was ended and final examinations o’er. Yet we cannot help agreeing, that no living human being Was ever yet more glad in seeing, school time roll around once more: And with happy hearts we entered, glad to all be back once more. But alas, this was a sad year, for Miss Bindley to us all dear— She had left us. her attentions on those more worthy to outpour: But Miss Carlson soon appeased us. and Miss Law also soon eased us. For when e’er hard problem seized us, she would work it o'er and o’er. While Prof. Dodds, with sermons many. Increased plant and insect lore. Shall we e’er forget the parties, or fhose verdant Freshmen smartlcs. Who waylaid the boys and rushed them through back yards unknown before? These, their hearts to shoes down sinking, all betook themselves to thinking. Fancy unto fancy linking, how to get back gore for gore. And induce those rude young Freshies, that they bother us no more.

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’oq )udl. now acting as toe dancers in the same 11 uniter, and the little sonhrette is no other than Aliee Marsh. Kven the soaring rapid looks familiar, ('an it In that he is Anis? And tlm girl usher is Bessie. How many friends would I have met. had not the lire died away? Still I am not to he disappointed. A low boiling is heard in the eauldron and a strange street with strange signs is disclosed : “Howell Miller, the Famous Bearslayer. Results (Vrtain. “Headache, the Most. Fseful l’ain in the World; How to (lain This Valuable Accomplishment. 13vn Barnett “The Oertel System of Diet; (let Thin in a Dav. Veil Fisher.” Does the Mind Rule the Body? Thinking Yourself Back to Health. Dr. Kdward Ryan Dr. Fannie Slocomb. “Young Ladies Female Institute. Miss Lillian Sawyer.” “The Sign of the Three Balls. ‘Uncle Harry Antics.” Under these strange signs pass some pin pie whom 1 ought to know, (’an the hell-hoy he Zeke Miller? And the hen-pecked husband he cannot Ik the Wynne of the old days? And the poet with a rapt indomitable expression on his face; poor John. The boiling ceases and steam tills the entire cavern. Through the mist—or is it dust?—1 s( o a race track; 1 hear tin million slang expressions of the track and I see Walter Le Clere on his little stool, a “Ixvoky,” jiikI (lit jockey giving a tip to the “greenhorn is diaries Miller. The steaming ceases and within the cauldron is si peculiar spirited glow, a warmth and depth almost sis of a sunset. I see it picture land with it picture sea and a picture sky. It is Japan, and the figure outlined against the old Pagoda is Evelyn. A smile is oil her lips, 31 smile telling of truth and loyalty and aspiration. She is quite solitary; but is not solitude a teacher? And has it not taught her much of which she did not know before—of qtiiet cheerfulness and dear unselfishness; of a life poor in earthly goods, but rich in thought, and deed? She 1ms long since grown accustomed to the “corns on the ear.’’ And is there not a savor of tin wind that she sends to me? What! She has disappeared, leaving me alone with the burned out cauldron and the empty cave. And can it be the savor that sin brought is only the wind and the monotone of the rain on the lonely heath?