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

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Taking a steamer at New York, bound for San Francisco in the year 1915, I settled down to enjoy the trip around through the Panama Canal. I began to notice faces and to my surprise, I recognized Duncan Collins to be the skipper. When I went to my dinner I found that all the food had been thoroughly tested and approved by Dr. Leonard Smith, a noted pure-food exponent. Upon again ascending to the deck, I found Clarence Cox busy entertaining Nora Brown, Margaret Cole and Clara Barton. Arriving at the mouth of the canal, I found that Ruth Nelson and Walter Dcvy were keeping the wireless station in partnership. Meeting no one else of acquaintance until reaching San Francisco, I was not surprised to meet a little, curly-headed young man, who said, “Name, address and occupation. Who could it be but Carroll Smith, who was reporting for the San Francisco Times. Proceeding up one of the main streets, I saw a building named Suffragette Block. On the third floor I read three signs that interested me—“Neeb and Me-Taggert, Lawyers-Experts in Divorce ;”“01sen and Lim-berg, Matrimony,” and “McClure and McConnell, real Estate.” Wondering if these could be old friends, I went to the elevator which I found to be operated by Rhoda Merritt. Upon reaching the third floor I was showered with greetings, not only by Lenore, Hazel, Viola, Olga, Zclla and Florence, but by Aria Tuffy and (jlen Walker, who found it necessary to patronize the firm of Neeb and McTaggert. At the great Exposition grounds, many surprises awaited me. Among the first to be recognized was May Kane, selling tickets and Meriam Lamb and Theresa Mead at the stiles taking tickets. Then the amusement park drew my attention, where I met familiar faces in unfamiliar places. The first crier proved to be Warren Harris advertising Senorita Hazel Ryan, the greatest Prima Dona and Carl Toupain, world-famous pianist and accompanist. Just in front of me stood Carl F'ahr-meyer and Ruth Rankin, taking in every word of this famous gentleman’s speech. Being very tired and warm, I entered a refreshment booth conducted by Ernest Slinkard and Mrs. Slinkard, nee Gladys Adams. In this booth I met Gladys Gimplc, Hazel Pearce, Ethel Scovill and Edna Glendenning, who were enjoying the sights of the F'air,

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Ijisturu uf (Class nf ’13 (I laze I M ac Taggart.) Tt is a difficult task indeed to write the history of a so learned, amiable, gifted and sophisticated a class. On September 7, 1909, our talented class entered the High School, one hundred strong. Qn the first morning, lo and behold, we had to march into the Assembly before all those seemingly wise Sophies, Juniors and Seniors, who kindly sang to us that song, appropriate for most Freshies but not for us, “1 low green they are.” Of course at first we did feel rather awkward, I confess, and our feet felt overly large and our hands, oh, my! what should we do with them. But we soon got over such embarrassment and bravely yelled back— “Listen to ’em yell, listen to ’em yell. They aren’t so many if their heads do swell.” Our first year was a complete success; even a few were encored anti decided to repeat the stunt, but the rest of us gladly marched to the more elevated position of Sophomores, where the class was split up to decide the great question whether “Athens were greater than Sparta.” The Athenians received first place. A banquet was held at the St. Regis hotel in honor of the great event. After a thjrce-month’s vacation we enrolled as Juniors, proud to be able to sit in the same room with the Seniors. Three class affairs were “pulled off” during our term in the eleventh grade. At the Junior-Senior party, the guests were entertained by a programme and a dance. The next social event was the Senior-Junior mask party, at which there was a profusion of many bright-colored and ornamental costumes. After Christmas vacation we moved into the new school building, where we arc now located. At the end of the year the Seniors were given a banquet by the Juniors. In our last year we Seniors have been entertained royally by the Juniors, at a Valentine party. The decorations of the hall where it was held were of red hearts, cupids and wishbones. The Seniors have chosen as their class play, “ The Kingdom of Heart’s Content,” which will be presented at the Majestic Theatre at the end of the year.

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under the able chaperonnge of Don Mead and Mrs. Mead, formerly Annette Walker. Being interested in chemistry and domestic science I visited these departments, finding that Mildred Adams was the head of the chemistry department, ably seconded by I h b n Burkhalter and that Beth Ziller was the ruling force in domestic science. Hjarehu'll to Farewell to dear old (i. J. 11. S. It is with a pang of regret that we utter these words, as memories of the good times we have bad together surge upon us. No more, alter that memorable night when we received our diplomas shall we all meet to talk our lessons and plan social affairs, to discuss Saturday's football game, or last night's basket ball. No more will the peal of that school bell call us to our classes. No more shall we enjoy the daily companionship ot our teachers, and feel the joy of a lesson well prepared or the win of one neglected. No more as high school students will the Superintendent’s welcoming smile greet us in the morning as we ascend the stairs. Becoming wearied of the sights of the grounds I went to the central castle, where the queen of the exposition reigned supreme. I wished to pay compliment to this illustrious lady, so I made an entrance, though with difficulty, as many others wished the same honor. Upon being conducted to her throne, marvel of marvels, I saw before me in all her splendor Lucilc Hunter, with her maid of honor, Marion Ellard. Thus came to a glorious end a trip which brought hack old memories and well-known faces. —Ward A. Johnson, ’13. ©lh (6. 3. We all look forward with joy to our commencement, yet it is with a pang of regret indeed that we say farewell to our high school days. After we leave these dear old walls, we shall never again meet as a class. We must part; each one must go his way. Some perhaps will enter college to continue the work they have begun here, to prepare themselves for the greater and deeper things of life; others may take up their life work immediately, for which their teachers have striven to prepare them. And each one will endeavor to contribute something to this old world, so that it will be better for our having lived in it. —IIt'le'H Burkhalter.