Jackson County High School - Aiyukpa Yearbook (Walden, CO)

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AIYUKPA O Q I947 May 15 was diploma day, the last chapter in our high school history. This was our graduation from old ties and the commencement of new relations, under new surroundings, and with new activities. It is interesting to note that only five of us have gone through all twelve years of school together. They are Carmen Hampton, Betty Miller, Helen Hanson, Darl Peterson, and Cebron Hanson, Clifford Cook, who has attended both grade school and high school here, joined us in the lower grades. Josephine Armstrong has been with us most of the time, with the excep- tion cf one semester each out of two years. Billy llrdlicka joined us in the third grade, while Max Riley became one of our class i11 the fourth grade. Doris Hakonson and Harold Anderson joined us as eighth graders, Most of the Class of '47 were born and raised in North Park. Several en- tered J. C. H. S. after graduating from surrounding elementary schools in the county. Shirley Haekley and Herbert Anderson came from Laliand. Vlfilbur McAllister and Ralph Moore are from Coalmont. Bette Lou Hoover and Neil R-eams attended the Haworth school. Mildred Turner represents Butler. Barbara Follett and Nancy Holden came from Cowdrey. Barbara Roberts entered J. C. ll. S. from lilarmington, New Mexico, as a Sophomore. Jackie Abbott entered as a -lunier from Laramie, lVyoming. So ends our High School Days. There may be good days ahead, but not better ones than we have enjoyed, there may be new groups for each to become a. part of, but there will never be, in its characteristics, another group quite like the one we 've been. g!'N CLASS PROPH ECY JACQUELINE ABBo'r'r NEIL Rants lVl1ile planning a. super duper political campaign at my temporary office: Abbott for Dogeateher Park Bench, Pershing Square, Los Angeles, a great com- motion e11sued. A tall Persian with a mournful chant was demonstrating the art of charming craven looking reptiles from the Far East. I ieecogniwi the Prophet as none other than a fellow graduate of the Class of '47, Engrossing ourselves in interesting conversation, the Prophet told me of a brand of magic carpets he had manufactured and was planning to put on the market in the near future. Thinking it a good political scheme, we wrote MAb- bott for Dogeatcher in large letters on the bottom of the carpet and soared skyward. l'pon making a tour of Los Angeles, l told the Prophet carpet fly- ing was the only way to travel. Prophet was very flattered. He suggested tour- Page Forty five

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AIYUKPA 0 I947 Page Fo CLASS I-IISTORY HELEN HANsoN BETTY lllILLER lVe, the Seniors of 1947. have, in a sense, had a great and glorious past. Great, because of the vast store of knowledge and experience we have acquired, and glorious because of the many good times we have had as a class. Of course, as a class, we have had our bad times also. But our little differences have al- ways been soon forgotten and laughed over afterwards. Let us go back in our memories of High School Days and recall some of the events that to us are now history. September, 1943. One of the outstanding events in any Freshman year is. of course, initiation. How well we remember the boys shivering in short skirts, and the girls struggling along in big overalls and heavy work shoes! lt was all fun, though. That was the year we had Economics! Algebra was an obstacle to be con- queredeand we conquered it---more or less! That year of 1943-1944 was the first chapter in our high school history- the first chapter of new relations. new surroundings. a11d new activities. September, 1944. Sophomore! How nice it sounded to be called Sopho- more! That was the year of our beautiful Sophomore Tea at Riley 's. lt was the social success of the year. , Many of us were in the one-act plays that year. lVe thought it fun. This was also the year the class of '47 sta1'ted their school parties, well known for the good times everyone had. By September, 1945. chapter two had its share of memories. lVe were coming up in the world. NVe were Juniors-upperclassmen. To live up to our title, we Banquet must entertain. So we did. That meant, of course, at the Prom and . Our starlight theme, carried cut both in the Prom hall and at the Banquet hall, was exquisite. Our Junior play was Hlntroducin' Susan. lt was a great success, prob- ably the most entertaining play given by our group. VVhat most of us will remeniber, however, from our memories of Juniors, is our following the '46 Seniors on their Sneak Day. lt was fun. and we had a great time catching the Seniors in Denver. September. 1946. At last the fateful year had come. Vile were to prepare for a new world of colleges and occupations. The date February 8, 1947, stands out in the memory of all. That was the evening of our beautiful carnival and dance. We were now the ones to be honored at the prom, banquet. and tea. Our play. Milly lVife's Family, was another laughing success. lVe had fun putting it on. Came the day for the Senior sneak and trip. Five fun-filled days were spent traveling and in Salt Lake City. 1-ty-four

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AIYUKPA 0 9 l9l+7 0 ing' the world and finding' out what had happened to our fellow classmates in 20 years. As my business seemed to be Ucatching on, I agreed and we headed East. Cruising along' at 800 miles an hour we spied a cactus juice stand and felt the need of a. slight repast. Finishing our cactus juice, we felt very pricked up and started to leave. Out in the hot desert sun near the stand we spied a lady cow- poke on her trusty stecd. She shouted at us and to our surprise it was none other than Bobbie Follett. YVe discovered her happily married and turned cow- girl to try and keep her husband eorraled. After leaving Nevada. we found our- selves running low on Hi-fly-sky juice and stopped at Rangeley to refucl. At the oil field was a very small, oily character who greet-ed us as if she knew who we were. Vile discovered her to be Babs Roberts, successful derrick man for the Black and Gooey Oil Company. Carmen Hampton, spinster sheriff, mayor, constable, and fire chief. greeted us and told us as members of the class of '47 the town was at our disposal. That evening, feeling in the need of recreation, all members of our class had always felt, we headed right for the local theatre. Bill Hrdlicka, janitor, met us at the door and was very happy to reminisce with his good friend the Prophet Reams. Bill insisted upon taking us to his home for a midnight supper. Ralph Moore, the nationally known coal miner, was there and had a truly sad tale. The floalmont mines had gone out Cn strike and caused a nation-wide crisis. Ralph was in a very despondent mood and feared his 2-l children would die of starvation. Synipathizing with Ralph, we thanked Bill's pretty blond wife and de- parted. Before leaving North Park we learned Harold Anderson was now IILH11- ager of the Purple illlfl Gold General Merchandise. His secretary was Josephine Armstrong. lVhat we could not prophevy was will this secretary mar1'y her boss? Being unable to find this happy couple we left North Park and traveled southeast to Denver. Still feeling the need for entertainment. we decided to look around and see what fun we could derive from one of the nearby amusement parks. Riding the rolly coaster, rocket ships. and tilt-a-whirls. our stomachs felt like doing some- thing less strenuous. Boarding the Lakeside Express we found the conductor, engineer, fireman and brakeman to be one and the same. Also none other than our school day pal, Ceborn Hanson. Talking about school and the old days and friends, Cebe imparted the information that VVilbur McAllister had left for Vifiseonsin. lt seemed he wanted to get away from his Swedish friend 's influence. Stopping on the outskirts of Scotts Bluff. Nebraska, we encountered a circus. Here we found the one! only! Helen Alice, tight rope walker supreme. Missy Hanson was very happy to see us and we were readily entertained. Then she told us the story of her life, since graduation. A sad tale was unfolded. It told of the parting of her lover of high school days. He had left to see if he could get away from Swedish influence and forgot to return. She had taken to the road and circus life in a grievous moment. Her grief was overcome and she truly began to enjoy the life. Reaching NVisconsin, we searched high and low but were unable to find XVilbur McAllister. Just as we were leaving, a Paul Bunyon of the NVisconsin woods accosted us, we asked him directions. He greeted ua warmly and after Page Forty-six