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

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HOW A It l WESTON W hopple” Mt. Lincoln 1) (2) (3) “Star of the Past. ' ROBERT WHIPPLE -Bob- Football (1) (2) (3) (4) G. J. Captain B. B. (2) (3) Operetta (3) Senior Class Play TT. S. Navy ’IS ami '19. “Give Me a Million Beautify! Gfrls. MABEL WHITE Mac Hool-Ross Business Col. (4) My Wonder Girl. ter will read “The Charge of the Light Brigade. John James arose with alacrity, came to the front and stopped a moment to give emphasis to the piece. A sudden jerk attracted the audience, and John J. sprang far to one side and screamed, “Cannon to the right of them! clenching his hands and baring set teeth. Then, stepping back to the center, he again sprang to the other side—“Cannon to the left of them! again repeating his thrilling contortions. With a mighty leap, he cleared space to the very edge of the platform—“Cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered!! So great was his effort to convey the sound of the cannons and trembling of death-stricken men that he shook as tho smitten with ague—This continued to the end of the poem, with a singular bloodthirstiness about it that the author himself would probably not hUve recognized. John James took his seat amid the applause and envy of everyone. Certainly it took vivid and athletic possibilities to reproduce a dramatic poem. A few recitations followed for the benefit of the parents and then the group broke. Some departed in wagons, some on foot. Many years have passed, and the old school is replaced by a pretty, many-roomed, brick building, and many teachers take Master Finch’s lone glory from him; but still, as each year rolls by, the same spirit of freedom and the same heartiness of good-byes bring cheer into the hearts of the school-weary children. Years will still roll on, but ever will rejoicing continue to follow the last day of school. —Agnes Robinson. Rippling River IT'S a good ideal. Uncle, I Know; but how’s a fellow to reach it when he keeps running along the same line of drudgery day after day?” Melvin had just reached the age when life’s responsibilities began to thrust themselves upon him uninvited. The ideal was a high one and might be partially expressed something like this: “Be sure and leave the world better than you found it. In times like this Melvin always found comfort and help from his chum. Uncle Ned, who was a boy with him, altho time had left silver traces in his hair and care had wrinkled his once smooth forehead. The evening sun had just dropped below the mountain range. The grove along the banks of Ripple River was noiseless except for the occasional croak of a frog or flutter of a belated bird seeking its nesting place. Thru the grove, however, ran the merry waters of Ripple River, always in the same course, singing as it went. On the bank of this little stream stood two chums—a youth and an old man,—discussing the problems of life in boy style, tho silence did much of the talking. When the boy finished his question, there was a period of silence, during which time the silence deepened, a small fish splashed a little way up the stream and a waking owl gave forth its mysterious call. The old man drew the boy down to a seat on the grassy bank and retained his hold on his arm. “Do you know, he began slowly, “there was a time when no stream flowed, gurgling along this course at our feet; when no leafy groves nor grassy hollows along this lowland breathed forth the fragrance of life; when, thru wonderful changing of the earth’s surface, those mountains loomed up in the distance yonder and cooled the passing clouds so that they yielded their moisture and a drop of water started on its way down this side of the mountain? “Joined by a million others, it formed a brook and came laughing on. When it reached the foothills, it found a land that was fertile, but arid because it needed moisture. The brook moistened the parched soil and pushed on in its narrow path. Grass began to grow beside it. It had brought life! “Another stream joined it and it became a river; but still it pushed onward. A fainting lily drooped MADLE WILHELM The Critic” Mt. Lincoln (1) (2) (3) •Pitter-Patter. KATHERINE WILLARD Katrinka Fruitvale (1) (2) (3) Operetta (4) “One Little Girl. Ill WILLIAMSON Peaches” Football (4) Operetta (1) (2) Spirit of Independence.

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AI.IU.IM V STBEI.E ••Berta” Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4) •Operetta (1) (3 (4) -Do You Ever Think of Me.” . 1A It IK SCHWAHTZ “Rosie” Glee Club (2) Hoel-Ross Business Col. (4) She Gave Them All the Ha Ha.” j FA It KIM V H ATCH “Falrie” Class Play (4) Declamatory Contest (4) Spanish Club (4) MeOOow. year. With these two excellent machines it Is possible to make many experiments that could not be performed without them, and the entire High School wishes to thank these two prominent physicians for their appropriate gifts. The Last Day of School CHE last day of school had arrived, and outside the door of the little log school an assembly of boys and girls and parents stirred restlessly and noisily about, waiting for the schoolmaster to come and unlock the door. Every one was dressed in his starchy, newest clothes, and some uncomfortable-looking specimens were in evidence. Jud Baker, who appeared every day in school in a hickory shirt and patched homespun trousers, and clumsy shoes when he was not barefooted, was now arrayed in a white shirt—from Heaven knows where,—a rusty, black coat and a derby hat, evidently resurrected from his father's wedding attire. Two boys, on the lookout in the old oak tree at the gate, heralded the approach of the master, and turmoil followed the announcement—frantic mothers seized excited young hopefuls and put useless touches to their disordered appearance. Slowly the master drew near, walking carefully and basking to the last degree in the reverence due his superior wisdom. He realized fully how dreaded was his approach on any day save this. In one corner by the lilac bush, a group of the most abused assembled, and, as Master Finch drew near, they broke with that age-old chant which assuages all previous insults: “Good-bye Latin, Good-bye French, Good-bye hard old hick’ry bench. Good-bye scholars. Good-bye school, Good-bye teacher—darn ole fool!” The more timid of the children stood on the beaten path and gazed with wide-eyed admiration on the brave boys who so dared to taunt the master. He was ignoring the song with a magnificence of long years’ practice and prolonging the enjoyable ceremony of opening the door for the last time, till the next fall: then the door swung open and a general in-rush followed. The school room had been scrubbed clean and only a few “hard-boiled” spit-wads clung to the ceiling. The benches were arranged in rows along the room, and everything had been taken from the platform save the master’s desk and a geography globe. As soon as everyone was seated and the noise had somewhat subsided, the master came to the front of the platform and made a short speech which affected every pupil the wrong way. For who could listen to the master’s voice harshly administering rebukes and scathing remarks, without comparing it with the school the following term. On closing his speech, the master said, in a pompous tone: “Bessie Brady will now give a recitation, ‘MableV Amid a patter of applause, Bessie made her way to the front of the platform and, clasping her hands before her, began to speak in a trembling voice. “Mable, gentle Mable—” but then she lost control of her voice and stopped, clutching nervously at her dress. Drawing a deep breath, she began again: “Mable, gentle Mable, with her face against the pane.” A great tear started in each of Bessie’s eyes, and she stopped, gaspingly, once more. Again she drew a nervous, hysterical breath, this time sobs were shaking voice and body—“M-M-Mable. g-g-gentle Mable, with her f-f-face against the p-p-pane—” But Bessie gave one wild glance at the giggling assembly and fled sobbing to her seat. After the laughter had somewhat subsided, the master again arose. “This time John James Car- GRACE WAGLER Waggle” “If a Wish Could Make it so.” FRANK WATSON Frankie Hoel-Ross Business C L (4 Football (3) (4) Track (3) Everybody Calls M« Homey. VIOI.A WATSON Say it With Flowers Glee Club (1) (2) (3) Hoel-Ross Business Col. (4) April Showers Bring May Flowers.

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RED A WING Rebe Hoel-Ross Business Col. 4) Won't You Come Along? posite shore and the sound echoed far. as the two pals, their vision broadened, started slowly homeward through the twilight. —Alta Clarkson. its burning head over stream. One of the ripples, leaping, bathed the heated bloom and It smiled, refreshed. The river had brought health! “Still the stream flowed on. while grass, trees, flowers and birds found enjoyment beside it. A little child lay on the bank, looking down into its pure, transparent depths, while the laughing gurgle of the running water made music to his young ears. He turned to his mother with the shining eyes and asked, ‘What does it?’ ‘The ripples,’ she answered. “ ‘Then,’ he cried, gleefully, ‘let's call it Rippling River!’ and they did. It had brought happiness!” “Oh, I see now,” said Melvin- after a moment. I should give life by administering to those around me the service and spirit which will make real life out of mere existence. Then, by administering that same spirit and service to the sick at heart, I should imbue the broken spirit with health. Not content with that, I should scatter that same joyful spirit where anticipation awaits, and cause it to break forth into lasting happiness. In this way I can help the least and the best, tho I still go on in my narrow channel.” There was silence. An owl hooted on the op- i.i: om: wonlfort Voltaire Class Historian (2) Vanity Waltz.” Our Vocational Course in Agriculture Agricultural Notes MILTON SAGE. j vHE Aggies’ part of the Piggleteria proved to V J be a big success this year: the Country Fair and the Rialto Theatre together netted us a balance of over forty dollars. This was more than twice that of last year. The Agriculture class has had some fine trips during the past month that were very beneficial and enjoyable to the whole class. About the best trip we took was one to Ed Weckel’s poultry ranch the other side of Fruita. We went down about 12 o’clock in cars furnished by the different members of the class. After observing the method Mr. Weck-el uses in feeding his poultry, we went down into his incubator room, where there were nearly 2,000 baby chicks hatching. About 4 o’clock we motored back to town. This was, perhaps, the longest and best trip the class has had the pleasure of taking. On April 1st the Junior class in Agriculture began their work in farm accounting. This is a Senior subject; but, as we started the Agriculture course in our Sophomore year, we have to take two courses in one year. We find this course a very interesting subject and perhaps the most vital in agriculture work. In the Farm Machinery class we have had quite a lot of very practical work, studying tractors, engines and other branches of machinery. We have worked on the Sampson, Titan, Moline, Cletrac and the Fordson tractors; also the Beeman garden tractor at the Buick garage. We have also had the International and the Fairbanks-Morse stationary engines. All kinds of harvesting machinery have been studied and we are now at work on the machinery used in the spring, such as drills and planters. — On the 19th Mr. Davies of Ft. Collins was here inspecting our work and making his report for the government; he spoke very favorably of our work here. ------- Perhaps you have noticed that we have had quite a number of interesting lessons illustrated with slide pictures. These came from the government, and there have been a number of lessons illustrated in this way. We have had slides on Sheep, Hogs, Cows, Dairying, Horses, Poultry and Flies. You might ask any member of the class, including Mr. Leiper, where they were the day the airplane was here, when it rained so much. Someone also might ask Harold Burgess how he likes to drive the big Studebaker in the mud.. JNE, 1921, closes the second year of vocational training in Agriculture in our High School. Thus far the work has met with favor by the students, the school administration and the community at large. The registration of the course has been the heaviest in the state with 48 students for the year 1920-21. Our local board has been assured the sanction of a second instructor for this Smith-Hughes course. This will make it possible for our school to offer a full three years course in Agriculture. The second instructor will be a man specially trained in Horticulture and Entomology. With Mr. Leiper, who is a graduate in Animal Husbandry, and another instructor trained in Horticulture and Entomology, our school will need to offer no apologies for her Vocational Agriculture. One change has been made in the course: Be- ginning September, 1921, all beginning students registered for Vocational Agriculture must be Sophomores with a credit in Biology from the ninth grade. This arrangement of the course will make it possible for the beginning student to be prepared to take up the work with a far better understanding of its purpose and content. The following is an outline of the four years’ course in Vocational Agriculture: First year— English IX. General Mathematics. Biology. Economic Civics. Second year— Vocational (two credits). Animal production. Farm shop. Related pioject thruout year. Xon-Vocational (two cred.ts). English. One elective. Third year— Vocational (two credits). Crop production. Soils of the Grand Valley. Farm mechanics and machinery. Non-Voeational (two cred ts). English. One elective. Fourth year— Vocational (two credits). Farm economics—Farm accounting. Horticulture and vegetable gardening. Farm account project beginning January I of Junior year and ending January 1 of Senior year. Non-Vocational (two credits). One elective. One elective.