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

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WARREN BROWN Monk A. “I'll live a private and pensive single life.” p. Unassuming, serious and studious. Warren Brown — a Chemist fine Who knows all formulas and signs He has a head of hair, pretty and bright That leads the way in the darkest night. “That’s good.” exclaimed Mjaud, “and many’s a time I’ll wager he has wondered just what that child would do next. Junior year people began to have a little respect any way and beside, we had now arriv'ed at the age when we could show our supriority to some one. Then with the Booster’s Club and the Orange and Black we began to really accomplish things for the school.” There was a step in the hall and Alice quickly extinguished the light and the girls sat in the dark. ‘But it was after ttiat Montrose tournament that we undertook the task of installing some school spirit and pep into the others,” resumed Phyllis as the steps died away, in the distance. “Oh, Yes,” chimed in Maud, “and what an impressive funeral we had. I think we accomplished our purpose though. Senior year, the very year of years was just what we wanted it to be. Every thing was just top-Qotch. Everybody working, everybody helping, and things really being done. And too. we found lime for many a Jolly day together. I don’t think there ever were such picnics, hikes and parties as we had, and we certainly enjoyed them as a just reward. “Then graduation day came, that day for which we had been working and which we had been anticipating during those four long years. We could hardly realize it had come.” added Alice. “But I left dear old Grand Junction High with lots of hope and anticipation but still a regret. I could hardly realize that my classmates with whom I had shared so many joys and trials were going to be divided and perhaps never meet again: and that our places would, be- taken by others and the class of twenty would be gone but 'hot forgotten. I am sure.” “Oh. I suppose every thing has changed now.” sighed Phyllis, “but I lujpe to return some day and sec the result of some things we started and—” A well known step was heard in the hall, which sent the girls scurrying to bed and the memories if ’20 were soon mingled with the dreams of the class of ’2i. j JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY RI BA’ RECTOR Susie A. 1 have not enough time to attend to frivolous matters. P. Her music is convincing. Ruby Rector—a business maid Of a witty type, and steady and staid Let’s hope a sailor comes home from sea And Ruby Rector, a Brunner will be. In the fall of 1917, just after G. J. H. S. started to sprout the first wing, there entered into this High School over one hundred of the brightest green” Freshmen imaginable. We did not know we were green until the most worthy Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores appeared on the scene and started to sing, nor did we know the extent of our brightness until the faculty presented us with our report cards, the inscriptions of which are locked in the innermost recesses of our hearts. However our education progressed so rapidly that the faculty found it necessary to hold a five o’clock session for our special benefit. Of course the Freshmen were not allowed to have class parties, so the great social event of that year was a picnic to the Book Cliffs. There, far from the exalted and superior upper classmen, we spent a glorious day in solitude and quiet. The following year, having been promoted to the dignity of Sophomores we applied our version of the Golden Rule to the Freshmen of ihal y» nr, and .did to them as we had been “done to” the preceding year. Assured or the inability of the Faculty to average grades we endeavored to prove to them their shortcomings, and in the kindest and most considerate way possible, to correct their mistakes, for we realized their shortcomings were due to the lack of early training. In doing this we gained not only their respect and admiration but that of the entire student body. One of I In most enjoyable affairs of the Sophomore year was a banquet given at the Y. M. C. A. The program, in which several members of the class participated, showed the intellect of the representative minds of the class to great advantage. The toasts and speeches of the evening will probably go down in history as the foremost oamples in English literature. As there is a limit to all things even the conceit of high school students, as we approached the third year of torture we came to a full realization of our mental deficiency. It now seems that the faculty may have had an inkling of the true state of affairs some time ago. The superior knowledge of our class has been shown, however, in our choice of officers for Beth Derryberry guided us safely :!irough the time when we were disdained by all Sophomores. Russell McCarty proved our wisdom as a class and his ability as a HILDA JULIOUS Huldie A. Happy am I and from caro I am free, why can’t they all be contented like me? P. Frankness is her virtue. Hulda Julious — a jolly lass Her use of sarcasm leads the class She’s always in for all there is, At basket-ball, she’s sure a whiz. LOLA LANE v mdy Lou A. Slumber is far more sweet than toil. P. She believes in chaps but not in chaperones (?) Lola Lane, a pretty young lass The liveliest one in all our class The time she spends in puffing her hair Would drive many a mother into despair.

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CLARENCE YOI NO SUm A. He s armed without that's innocent within p. He's not as innocent as his manner would indicate. Clarence Young—a politician A Congressman is his ambition Don't you ever think he’ll stop Till he gets t Washington and comes out on top. LOtS SHIPPEE Nap A. When mv dreams come true,— S has a desire to find the truth about everything Lois Snipper— h here this year Is , daivdv l and that leary. A prominent member of the American Association of Engineers says that, in his judgment, engineers should have the same broad classical training as a preparation for their work which is still thought good for men in other professions. An association of professional men in the West caused it to be put on record that in their judgment the young men corning into their ranks without the classical training are not big enough to uphold the prestige of their profession; that their training fits them neither to grapple with the new problems that arise in their work nor to hold the position they should, among men. The business man, too often discovers that his stenographer, a high school graduate among other qualifications, can’t spell or punctuate or establish the agreement between verbs and nouns. In fact “We smaller from the Kindergarten to the Crematory.’ Comparatively Latin is a difficult study hut this only adds to its value as a school study. The trouble with our present day education is its weakness, its flabbiness, its love of easy and comfortable methods. Some one has said that shallowness and superficiality are our great failings in this country. The fundamental reason for the study of Latin is that it is a subject pre-eminently filled to further the great end ot all education: the development of the power f exact thinking: therefore is it not of vital importance that the parent consult with the teacher about the course the boy or girl is to pursue when entering high school? A STORY OF THE CLASS f OF 1920 | It was shortly past ten-thirty, the hour for all lights out in the girl s dormitory, but a small student’s lamp still hurnc 1 . n th' table in Phyllis’ r.M m. On the couch comfortably propped up with pillows sat thr • girls. Maud. Alice and Phyllis, all Juniors in the university. isoo f«»r tin disregard »f the time ho “ten-thirty” rule, was a large b« ok bound in Orange and Black. It was the recent annual from their old school. Grand Junction High, and the things they found therein brought forth a stream of pleasant reminiscence. ■ I wonder if all Fire nfiinni classes aro as conceited satisfied as wi wage when we Hist assembled in that oiJ Fr.v building?” isked Maud, after a dreamy silence. Well. I know one thing.” interposed Alice. “I reov.rober U took just about two weeks HOT OUT dt-, r Faculty to BbOW OS first how much we didn’t know, and how much they expected ns to know before they were through with us.” “Remember? My dear Alice, I’ll never forget that Latin room with Miss Gl - ear poor noses to the grind stone. I’m afraid it all went off in sparks though.” “Oh. I don’t know about that but I guess we were looking so pale and weary they took pity on us and let us have a day off to inspect Book Cliff Mines. The weather man didn’t seem to be in sympathy with us in the least. Remember how it p-ured?” Do I!” ejaculated Alice. “I carried home enough Book Cliff mud «n my f- ■ • :• p] ,••• .-ur n- t garden. But it was worth it. we had a day long to be remembered.” tinned after a long ; 9 ‘every Deemed determined to take every bit of pride or conceit out af s. a 3 and Seniors hand. I thought that was a rather oound trouncing. they gave our boys just for trying to place a specimen «.f their artistic ability in a prominent place, namely the front walk. “It was rather beneath our dignity to scrub side walks.” inter- - V x K ' -»• ! W f K to m i wake up an : - , .f stuff we were mad rse we didn’t shine very bright at first because every one looks to the Senior natur - isD t given the crecbt of knowing much, but our day was camft and we r aiiv - - w--d th -m before we wore ' ir -uch thai it wasn’t all excess energy , in the meantime we had sa much of this energy we didn't know iu { what tkx “Yes. added Alice wit! li a smile, “and dually picked our study period ■ »e of it. 1 think ISss fTOmck and gdte a few others can testify t o that.” TTiere w■•■•r tfir— - ; ; r---—d TvTl . •■•ach r - -d:--d s-. me particular in cident. “Mr. Hiror.s. was a per ■feet dear, thong a »s like a fond puwt with a small child • ‘ : ,, .. f :i ij f {-p it '' ' niply bubbled over the edges.” HELEN McHUGH Helen Blazes A. Things don’t turn up in this world unless 1 turn them up. P. Nearly killed once by a train of thought passing through her mind. Helen McHugh — always heard and always seen Of talking lots. he’s sure the queen ti -’s bright and capable hut lazy Of what she’ll do her idea is hazy Ll'QLE TRAIN Gboo Choo A. No wedding bells for me. P. She’s pretty to walk with and witty to talk with and pleasant to think about, eh, Harry ? Lncile Train—behold b'T fair hand Exempt she fr .,o becoming tanned Of an the Class, she leads for looks. F «r beaux, for dates, but not for books.

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IDA ASHLEY Ida E. A. Woman delights me not nor man either. P. A studious mind is ever evident. Ida Ashley—a girl who does study She’s With brown curly hair and cheeks that are ruddy She’s jolly and gay when you know her But can appear quite sedate and sober. DOROTHY GARRISON Naomi A. I am serious only when among strangers. P. Whatever she does, stie does well. Of Dorothy Garrison — little can be said She grabbed her hat and away she sped, Stic left the High School to go down town To Hoel’s Business Col-leg. . of great renown. leader in our highly successful Sophomore year. Our judgment of leaders is wonderful and never did a class show such foresight because our president always meets every demand. Lloyd Harvey quite covered himself with glory this year by his splendid addresses at the Junior-Senior and Senior-Junior class parties. The Junior-Senior affair was given with as much grace and dignity as we could summon on an occasion of that kind. This being our first attempt to entertain our superior class-men, we found it a very difficult thing to do. When we rose from our seats and tried to speak or sing in the presence of such mighty auditors, our knees began to play “Home, Sweet Home” and we found it necessary to rush the program so that we might lose ourselves in the crowd of dancers. The Seniors enjoyed this party so much that they returned the compliment by giving us a party which we enjoyed equally as well. With the dignity of Seniors about to fall on our deserving heads let all of us return to spend our final year at the Grand Junction High. JEWEL LAMB, ’21. SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY The class of ’22. my, how you thrill at the very mention of it. You think of the extremely brilliant members of this class, and of their wonderful prospects for the future. Joseph Sainpliner for instance, is probably only waiting until he becomes a little older to announce his candidacy for the presidential chair of the United States. Harold House will either be a second Vernon Castle or a broom magnate. Frances Reed will be a celebrated poetess. Karl Burgess an authority on chickens; and many others will be in the responsible positions awaiting such brains as ours. It isn’t any wonder you thriff. Did ever any other class contain such material or genius as ours? No, we are the best class in the Grand Junction Schools. In 1918 when we first came to the High School Building as Freshmen, we did not show any fear, but walked boldly in and mingled with the upper classmen. Indeed many judging by our high foreheads and intelligent faces mistook us for Seniors. And so it went. When we were invited up to the Senior assembly for a program and they began, singing “How Green They Are.” our intelligent bearing and worldliness frightened them and the song died out in unconscious respect to our superiority. Owing to the prevalence of Spanish Influenza we had a vacation of seven weeks forced upon us. and were on account of this delayed in many things. After our return, when we had settled down to study, we began to think of social activities. We did not follow the other class’s standards but made a higher and better one for ourselves. For instance, when we were Freshmen, we entertained the eighth grade royally though no class had ever entertained us or shown even the slightest interest in us. Later in the year we planned a picnic and nearly everyone turned (nit. At the last minute the Juniors borrowed one of our trucks, indefinitely and without notice. This left about half of us without any means of transportation. Undaunted, we rustled other conveyances and set out a very short time behind the rest. On account of this delay we became separated from the other half, but still we showed our ability to have a good time under adverse conditions, and we made a day of it. This spirit made us known as the best class in the G. J. H. S. and we are living up to it. In September an exceptionally large percentage returned as Sophomores and we have worked steadily through the winter. When the belated spring arrived a picnic was held at Monument Canon. Owing to the absence of teachers, parents filled the positions of ehaprons. The Sophomores are to give a literary program soon and in June will finish the year with a grand banquet to be held at the Y. M. C. A. A great deal of the success of our class is due to Joseph Sampllner. our president of the Freshman Year, and to Alex Campbell, our Sophomore president. But we are also glad to acknowledge that our success is very largely due to the excellent staff of teachers. And when Miss Taylor says the Caesar class of 22 is the best she lias ever had. we wish to pass the glory on to Miss Miller who fully deserves the credit. We will soon In Juniors and here’s hoping every memner will return next year to carry on the glorious achievements of the class of 22 ALWILDA CALLAWAY. ’22. GRACE GILLIS Little One A. I manipulate the keys rapidly but do not like to be called a swift stenographer. P. Short but sweet and hard to beat. Grace Gilli —she ‘‘maka-da-mon” With a head full of brains and a heart full of fun Who ever the one who wins her heart Can depend on her to do her part. VINCENT FRIEDMAN “The Little Grocery Boy” A. 1 can run a Ford better than any girl. P. Unobtrusive, chews gum, and is a good fellow. Vincent Friedman, a quiet lad Always happy and never sad His ambition is as a grocery clerk At this job, he’ll never shirk.