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

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Edna Tuttle She knows her vegetables, especially parsn’ps. Spooner, Wis., 1; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Cap tain, 4 ; Glee Club, 3, 4; President, 4; Operetta, 3, 4: Spanish Club, 4. Delina Wright Little Women. Latin Club, 3, 4; Sec. Latin Club, 4 ; Operetta, 3, 4. Clarice Stephens Say it with flowers. Hoel-Ross. 4 Class Will ARTICLE I Section 1.—We the Senior Class of ’27, being of sound minds, bodies, souls and digestions, and nobly inclined, do bequeath to our less fortunate school mates the things that we no longer care for and will not be able to use; namely: Section 2.—To the Freshmen:—First, all the surrounding greenery ever to remind them of their freshness; second, the ability of the Senior Class to convince the Faculty that they are the brightest Class in school. Section 3.—To the Sophomores:—First, the Senior pep to keep them alive and amuse their teachers; second, the advice as to which courses are the easiest, and which teachers are the kindest to first-year unsuspecting lower-classmen. Section 4.—To the Juniors:—First, our vacant places; second, the privilege of attempting to convince the Faculty that Seniors should have Senior privileges; third, the remains of the Chemistry Lab. which haven’t been blown up, broken or thrown away. Section 5.—To the Janitor:—First, the undisputed duty to see, in the year to come, that there will be two rooms in the building with the same temperature; second, the right to remove all the spit-balls on the ceiling of the Senior Assembly, if he can reach them. Section 6.—To the Faculty:The hope that again in the future they shall have the pleasure of guiding to success and glory a class as brilliant and talented as we. ARTICLE II Section 1.—Emery Bell, president of the associated students, and Leo Newfarmer, Senior president, leave their executive ability to the future presidents of the same said offices. Section 2.—The Business College Seniors donate their shorthand notes, battered typewriters and remarkable business ability to the future Business College Seniors. (Continued in Adveritsing Sec.)

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VJ - • L Demis Gardner Pola Negri has nothing on this woman. Clifton, 1, 2; Spanish Club, 3; Home Economics Club, 4; Pres, of H. E. Club, 4. Blanche Goff Veil, Ikey, vot you tink? Basketball, 1, 2; Spanish Club, 4; Glee Club, 4; Hiking Club, 4. Catherine Halpin Music hath harms. Hollywood, Calif. 1; Spanish Club, 2; Glee Club, 4; Orchestra, 2, 3, 4; O B Staff, 3, 4; Scholarship Team, 3; Rhetorical Club, 2, 3, 4; Class Will, 4. Bingta Palmer Always laugh when you can. It’s a good medicine. Hoel-Ross, 4. Harold Winger Hail to thee, blithe spirit. Mesa High, 1; Science Club, 3, 4; Spanish Club, 4. Pauline Woody Oh, the witchery of a smile. Latin Club, 3, 4; Glee Club, 3, 4; Operetta, 3, 4. Kdwin Soule A soulful sole. Hoel-Ross, 4. Sylvia Shelhammer Who is Sylvia? What is she? That all her swains commend her? Spanish Club, 4; Rhetorical Club, 4.

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Class Prophecy A prophet of renown am I By magic camera, prophecy— The camera never known to lie. The Seniors faces now I see, But in strange garb they seem to be. Ah! one by one they come to me. As the curtains swing open, before us I see The once shy Floy Holden, a movie vamp, she. Next comes Dirce Avi—a cave woman. Rough? Well, just ask Jim Groves, and he’ll tell you how tough. Paul Barker’s a salesman for Hinkey and Dutton; They must be half gone (from the capers they're cuttin’). And the hobo quintet that you know very well— Britton, and Barton, Bull, Boyes and Bell. And now comes Wayne Bensely, with shovel and pick— Digs ditches quite well, he’s so nimble and quick. Madge Baylis now stays at a home for the dumb. Where no one can object when she waggles her tongue. Ethel Boone is now playing with Elmer M. Lee In “She Stoops to Conquer’’—some stoop, as you see. Edna Tuttle’s Chink laundry’s successful, don’t doubt. Snips Parsons stays in, and the wolf stays without. Harold F. Stong is a circus man now; Trains doves in Art Hadden’s three-ringer—And how. Jay Vandemoer, Jr., a surgeon is he; Sews flivvers with wire—makes them hit on all three. Walter A. Stout is a very hot man; Sells Schneible’s fresh hot-dogs as fast as he can. And the proud Shirley S. tolls a Christian-like knell; For the Salvation Army she’s ringing a bell. Theodore Sparks is an actor of parts; A rock on which many have broken their hearts. True Meade and Jean Rush and Geneva Grace Smith, All fell for him hard—No, this isn’t a myth. Everett F. Stapleton’s gotten the mumps From chewing tobacco to wallopin’ lumps. Big Bill Downing’s a root-beer man; Washes his mugs as fast as he can. Joy Belle Walker’s dude ranch is the bunk; The cowboys are girls who use paint and such junk. There’s M. Pauline Woody and Delma M. Wright Punch cattle from morning till late in the night. Clara A. Tupper and Marian Fonder, On the night shift, shoo cattle hither and yonder. Kenneth McKeel is a chemist no more; Twas not H20 but H2S04. Richard A. Manning's a great architect, And is building dog-houses up in DeBeque. Doris I. Hefner is working just some, Punching the type keys and chewing her gum. Arthur S. Horton’s a preacher—and say, He attacks all the innocent fads of the day. As Gladys M. Larson’s new craze for free speech, Sybil Gentry’s hanging her hair out to bleach, Thinks the two Cunninghams are too lazy to live; (They’ve gone and invented a self-tipping lid). In a large public building, at work in the yard, In loudly striped clothes, neath the eyes of a guard, Making small rocks from big ones—a motley crew, William J. Wallace and Bud Vincent, too, And Herbert H. Wilson and Marion Skinner Also pounding the rocks and earning their dinner. Helen M. Garcher and Demis O. Gardner Are hopefully waiting a helpmeet and partner, Ray Wilburt Drake is a rich garbage man, His wagon has four wheels and filies when it can. Blanche Goff is a famous horse doctor, I see, In a light “Lincoln four’’ tours around the country. Dorothy Gould and Bingta E. Palmer Are Pugilists now, though no natures are calmer. Helen E. Maher is now pining away— Lost all her two papas upon the same day. James Johnson Harvey, the buttermilk man, Sells his lean cow juice from out a tin can. Hanselman, Halligan, Griffith and Meade As great scrap-iron merchants their faces they feed. Eichinger now is the chief of police, His big feet can’t help him in keeping the peace. Raymond C. Murphy, May Irish repent Of ancestors noble his feet give 'de-scent. Dorothy Derrington, Sweet Louise Desch Are plotting new methods to knock off the flesh. Alice Darnell and Lillian Cox Are all broken out with the rank chickenpox. Mary and Willa called Buthorne so fair Are trading old hairpins for new chinaware. At good Catherine Halpin we never shall scoff, The child blew her nose till her poor head fell off. What picture now—Ah! The section-hand gang; Bill Price is boss and he’s learned to use slang. Newfarmer, E. Soule and Winger and Lee Loaf when they think the boss can't see. And now comes a list of the clerks at the Fair: In hats, shoes and stockings and fine underwear, Dorothy Bennett and Oryl Burnett And Hazel I. Dunn are working there yet. Annie M. Dunston and Mary S. Diehl In the blind mice department are learning to squeal. When new hats and bonets are soon in the street, Folks say, “Louise Agner sure made her look neat.” Good Maggie Hanselman and young Florence Finch Are fitting new shoes guaranteed not to pinch. Marian Jacobs and tall Esther Jens In the stepladder business are making pigpens. Gladys A. Henderson, Josephine Kehl In the toupe department are doing quite well. Now Pauline Lightfoot and Mary M. Moore (Continued in Advertising Section)