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

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Cl.JSS OFFICERS Everett Munro, President Leone Foils, Secretary-Treasurer COLORS Lavender and Cream FLOIFER White Rose MOTTO IFe have crossed the bay; the ocean lies before. YELL One, two, three, four, Five, six, seven; Seniors! Seniors! Nin’teen Teven!

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A PARTING WORD When we realize that graduation time is almost here, our thoughts turn hack to the first day, when we all came marching into room one, with our hearts faint and our knees weak, as we listened to those learned and experienced upper-classmen sing that accusing song, “Nobody Knows How Green They Are.” We look with pleasure upon the coming Commencement; hut, as the time approaches, we cannot help from having moments of thoughtful sadness when we remember that on that last night, as a class, we part forever. We shall never again climb those familiar stairs and gather to talk over our lessons and social affairs. No more shall we be greeted by the smiling faces of our teachers, anti feci the joy of a well prepared lesson or the pain of a failure. With every joy must some sadness be mingled. Parting must always have something of gloom in it. But let us look upon the bright side of things. We have now reached the goal for which we have been striving for four years. To be sure, we must part and each one go his separate way; but we shall soon be entering into a broader and deeper life. Most of us will identify ourselves with the different colleges, and there go through, in a larger sense, what we have gone through in high school. From the colleges we shall go out into the wide world with a firm determination to leave this old sphere at least one mite better than we found it. YValter K. Nelson. On February 21, 1891, the present building, known as the High School building, was dedicated, ft was a magnificent building in the eyes of the citizens occupying the then small town of Grand Junction. But now the old school house has become worn, and the number of students has far outgrown it. This year’s graduating class probably will be the last to go from the old doors, down the old stone steps, and out into the world, the members being scattered in every direction and seeking new fields to conquer. Twenty long years have passed and a score of classes have graduated from the old school, each graduate thinking of the many happy hours passed within the old brick walls. No more will the halls and class-rooms resound with the tramp! tramp! of proud Seniors, haughty Juniors and big-headed Sophomores, although the noise and loud laugh of the Freshmen may be heard for some years yet. No more will the three hundred or more students, composing the four classes, assemble to listen to the interesting talk of some college professor, or a professional man, or to listen to the enchanting music of some artist on the piano or violin. But we must not waste all of our tears thinking of days gone by; wc must look ahead, and think of the new building, which will be waiting next September for the crowd of jolly students who will enter the much brighter and more roomy halls and class-rooms. Think of the broad stairways and the new laboratory. Think of the large auditorium and the statuary around the platform. It makes us almost wish we were Freshmen again and had it to do all over.

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We’ve crossed the hay, the ocean lies before us; Is your vessel strong, or is it frail and porous? Is her frame of steel, built to stand life’s trouble? Or is she Fancy’s dream—a floating, flimsy bubble? Will she bear you on to fame and never-ending glory? Or will she flounder in the deep—a wreck, an untold story ? Dan H. Francis.