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

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CLASS MOTTO: “What we are to be we are now becoming.” COLORS: Lavendar and Gold WM. RHONE., President FLOWE.R: Red Rose MARY McCARTY, Secretary A Trip Around the World AROUND the World in Twenty-five Days. In the year 1924, I had at last amassed a fortune. It had always been by desire to travel around the world in the shortest time possible. In other words to break the record for “around the world.” Now was my chance and I was not slow in taking it. I procured all the literature available on the subject of traveling. One advertisement caught my eye. It was an advertisement of the AERO TRAVELING CO. Tours over all the world. Harris Rider, Promoters. Oh, I mused. I wonder if they could by any chance be the Chastine and Bertha of my dear old G. J. H. S. days. On reading further I found that they were my old schoolmates. That settled it. My trip was to be by aeroplane. That is, most of the time. In the morning I went down to tine station to get my ticket. Here I was confronted by the sign PUSH THE BUTTON FOR THE TICKET-SELLER. I did as directed and was not a little surprised to see Edna Button answer the push of the button. As I turned away, after having procured my ticket, I was delighted to see Era Dieffenbach approaching. Upon accosting her I learned that she had been principal of the Chicago schools, but was now married to J. Glenn Cheedle. I also learned that they were going on a tour of Europe, and that I would have them as my companions for the first stage of my journey. The day of the start I went slowly to the station. I stepped into the luxuriously furnished aeroplane. It locked like a parlor car with a party going on. Parties had never been my forte, so I sought better company. I found it forward with the engineer, my good old friend, Clarence Veatch. Soon the “plane” started and we were flying swiftly and smoothly over fields xtf ripening grain. The trip from Denver to St. Louis took one day. Arriving at St. Louis, I took a stroll through the business section of the city. I visited a theater, where Mary Martin was giving her famous reading, “Each Boy as You Like Him.” It certainly was grand and the solos given by Marguerite Harvey were simply sublime. On my way to my hotel I bought a newspaper. In it I read of Ergen Craun, a prosperous farmer, who had recently gone to Washington to get a patent on his automatic machine which cuts the hair, shaves, and blacks the boots simultaneously. I saved several of the papers for perusal later. In the morning I was again being carried over hill and dale by the swiftest aeroplane known and was set down in New York City late at night. The next morning I took passage on the ocean-going submarine Z-24. This boat by its special construction cut the water like a knife, making better than sixty miles an hour. The electric motors, the most powerful in existence, had been designed by Ben Wright. 30

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Senior Class History AS THE last of cur High School career is approaching, it is natural and fitting that every member of the class of ’15 should recall many of the incidents of the past four years. If we should endeavor to give the complete history of this most illustrious class, it would no doubt take a volume. As that would , perhaps become tiresome, the most important events will be given. For the first time, we as a class assembled in the Franklin building. According to the usual custom, we were heartily welcomed by the upper classmen. Our class was not permitted to be thoroughly organized because there was so much class spirit that it was not considered necessary. The next year we moved to the new High School building where we became acquainted wit ft Hie upper classmen. The annual Spartan-Athenian debate was one of the chief events of cur Sophomore year. This was the last one given between Sparata and Athens. Later a banquet was given at the La Court Hotel in honor of the Spartans who were victorious. This year we won the basketball championship. During the Freshmen and Sophomore years, we were thought of as being very well behaved, but the third year we broke our record by being tardy (so they said). For this reason wc were called the C-plus class. We really could not be blamed for wishing to visit the Freshmen when the chance was seldom given to us. The Seniors began to notice us and to consider that we did really know something. As a result of this, we joined them in the Literary society. Although the thought often came to us in the years before, how grand it would be if we were only Seniors, yet now we began to realize what a responsibility was resting upon their shoulders and that they really were the pillar of the High School. The Junior-Senior party was given near St. Valentine Day. Hearts were used in the decorations and refreshments. The next important event was the Senior-Junior hard time party. Although there was always a fight to get there, yet nearly eveyone managed to be present. It seemed very pleasant at first to be Seniors but it became less enjoyable with age as we had to be very careful what we did so as not to lead the lower classmen astray. Besides this wo hod to get our usual lessons, which were as hard as ever. But nevertheless, with perseverance, we showed, not only the other classes, but also the faculty, that we could stand the test. By hard study during our High School course, we have encountered and over-j come many difficulties, and as a result we have accomplished much towards getting 1 an education and in preparing ourselves for the larger duties before un. Mildred Hammond, our classmate, won first honors, having the highest average for the four-year course, and Era Dieffenbach, being very close, received second honors. Although, Mary Martin had the highest standing, she did not complete the required course in four years, on account of sickness last year, that took her out of school before the term had ended. As a class we are very proud of such students and their excellent records and join in congratulating them upon their success. Our class numbered forty-eight students, this being the largest class that has ever graduated from the High School. We do not wish to keep this record, but hope that it will be broken many times by the graduating classes in the future. If you wish to know the future history of our illustrious class, just turn to the class prophecy. 29

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✓ The hull and the interior, which was finished like a billionaire’s house, had been designed by William Wilson. This submarine would make the trip to Liverpool in two and cne-half days. During the day I devoured all the newspapers that I could lay hold of. I was greatly pleased to find that sevieral of my old schoolmates had succeeded in life. Will Rhone was a successful lawyer in Boston on the seaboard. Rex Rankin, I learned had just returned to his cattle ranch in Brazil, with his wife, Mable Stone, from a visit to the U. S. A. I read that Wilma Long and Lillian Smith were high up in society, the wives of millionaire’s Nell Sprct, I read in a Santa Fe paper, was engaged to one of her father’s employees. Owing to my late arrival and early start from New York I had had no time in which to loaf. But on reaching the boat I found that I was to have 11a Lyons, the great suffragette, as a companion. Nellie Haynes, a prosperous Wall Street banker, was also on board. Marion Fletcher, a prominent Parisian milliner, was returning to Paris after her annual trip to New York, for the purpose of laying in a stock of U. S. A. goods, which were all the rage in Europe. Friday neon we landed at Liverpool. In the hour’s stop allowed I was greatly pleased to meet Edwin Johnson, editor of the London Gazette. At one o’clock I started for London by pneumatic tube. This, as you know, takes a person to London in an hour. I enjoyed myself the rest of the day in hunting out some old friends, among whom were Paul Knight and his wife, Elvira Peck, ambassador from the U. S. A., to England, and Lenore Trechter, who was the wife of a “Doncher Knew” Duke. Saturday morning we flew from London and saw Paris from overhead. Then we veered off for Berlin, where I was going to spend Sunday. The scenery was indescribable so I won’t attempt a description. Saturday night I was set down in Berlin. In the morning I took a stroll down “Unter den Linden” and through the '‘Tier Garten. ’ I then went to the great library when I found that Muriel Coles was librarian. From her I learned that Lela Woodring was teacher of English in the public schools. From Berlin I went to Constantinople. I stopped for an hour in Vienna. Here I met a party of tourists from America, among whom were Eleanor Halpin, the novelist of the day, and Gretchen DeLong, the popular writer of Spring poems. On my way back to the station I saw what I thought was a fimaliar figure. I went nearer and found Mary Murphy. She was what might be called a private-public stenographer. The young swains of the town would tell her the substance of what they wanted in a love letter and she would write it up in the most elaborate style. Late at night we arrived at Constantinople, no longer under Turkish rule. One of the first sights which greeted my eyes was a pretty Oriental dance led by, would you believe it, Pearl Russell. In the morning I saw Olin Mace, the famous aviator, do the sidewise flying gingo two-step. In this “stunt” he flies with his wiings perpendicular to the earth instead of parallel. My next stop was at Jerusalem. We arrived late in the afternoon. I visited the places of greatest interest. I met Audre Stong who had charge of the Jews’ Y. M. C. A. there. This “Y” had over two thousand members. My next stop was at Ispahan. The only white person here was the missionary Ruth Pearce. The next stop landed us at Khelat. I was much pleased to meet Mable Mead here—also a missionary. The next night found us in Bombay. In this town, or village, as the easterner would say, I chanced to meet Harold Allen, who was perfecting his perpetual motion machine. He had got it to such a state of perfection that he had been able for the last five years to light the city of Bombay with the surplus power the machine developed. At Calcutta, which I reached the next night I went to hear the Golden Toned Quartett. It was composed of Gladys Merrill, Fred Peck, Chris Sehiosswohl, and Maud 31