Arvada High School - Redskin Yearbook (Arvada, CO)

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Annual taff Editor-in-Chief...... Assistant Editor Business Manager ... Advertising Manager Society Editor ...... Clubs ............... Cartoonist........... Snapshots ........... Jokes ............... Class Editor......... Athletics ........... Sponsor ............. .Torrence Corbin Eleanor Barnum .......Carl Hays .. .Edward Trout .....Stella West .. .Helen Gurney .....Anne Jones .Marian Newton ..Vera Reinhard ... .Carrie Moon Henry Williams I Chandos Reid . . Mrs. Catterson Where do some people get the mistaken idea that being on an Annual Staff is some sort of recreation which requires no work but merely calls for a dignified appearance? To gain this said appearance, each person on the staff was at first required to wear bone-rimmed spectacles and a pencil behind his ear, but when the entire staff was in work up to its neck, the glasses were removed and were replaced by grim, determined looks of which the entire student body stood in awe. Chandos, because she was athletic editor, undertook to act out all the athletic poses she described, much to the entertainment of the staff. Carrie Moon looked like the living personification of “The Thinker.” Every joke heard in any room called forth a hollow laugh from Vera and out came the time worn note book and the stub left of a pencil, and some one always knew he would see his name in print. Anne’s job was to depict us as others see us, and many of us after seeing our poses wish we had been statuary. Helen became so absent-minded trying to get all the clubs written up that she ordered club sandwiches every day for lunch. Stella had to step out every night to get all the society notes, and Edward Trout advertised everything from Arrow Collars to Statite hair tonic for the benefit of the Annual fund. Carl was so busy transacting business that for the last few days before our Annual went to press he forgot to eat, and had that lean and hungry look. Marian’s favorite expression was “Look pleasant and Let Me Shoot You,” which sounded wild; but only meant that she wanted your snapshot for a keepsake. If you approached the Editor-in-Chief or his assistant with a forgotten article at the last minute, Torrence would stamp and tear his hair and Eleanor utter a shrill scream and fall in a dead faint. Mrs. Catterson helped everyone, and Miss Mellow heard all our troubles. The entire staff is just recovering from a nervous breakdown, after seeing their toil in print. ELEANOR BARNUM. Page Seven

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Faculty GEORGE H. WHEATLEY A.B. and B.E., University of Colorado. Superintendent. SARAH G. CATTERSON A.B., University of Colorado. Sponsor, 8th Grade; Annual and Trumpet. THOMAS I). VAXDERHOOF Bachelor of Sciences, C.A.C. Sponsor, Sophomore Class; Athletics. RUTH JOHNSTON A.B., University of Colorado Junior Sponsor. MINA M. MURCHINSON Pd.B.. A.B., at C. T. C. Sponsor, Freshman. EARL A. JOHNSON Music Direction. ESTHER M. SANNER Whitewater, Wisconsin. Sponsor, 8B. HELEN G. DUGGAN A.B.. University of Colorado. Sponsor, 9th Grade. ISABEL WHITCOMB A.B., Washburn College. Sponsor, 7A. ALYS M. KERKER Pd.B., University of Denver. Sponsor, Sophomore. C. DES MARTINES National School of Agriculture (France) ETHEL R. MELLOW A.B. and B.E., University of Colorado Senior Sponsor. IRENE K. COXBOY Pd.M. and A.B., Colorado State Teachers’ College. Sponsor, Dramatics and Debate. EDITH M. BENGSTON B.S.C., University of Denver Sponsor, 7B. CHARLOTTE WHITEHILL A.B., Grinnell College, Iowa. Sponsor, 7C.

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Mas Our Migf)C3cl)ool Training Done for Us? Those four long years of work and pleasure, of joys and trials, are now but scenes of the past. Have they been profitable years? Has high school life been all that it has promised to be? Or have we been disappointed in our expectations? Has high school become merely an institution to imbibe geometric axioms, to learn dull rules of grammar, or to compete in the contest for marks? Or to consider the other extreme, does it signify a resting place for idlers or a wild field for pleasure-seekers? To some, indeed, this is the true significance of high school life. The grind has attained his hopes in the feverish race for marks. He has made no friends, he has no activities, he has never ventured outside of his narrow sphere, but he is satisfied. High school has given what he asked for. The highest ambitions of the pleasure lover have been realized in a continual round of dances and amusements. He, too, is content. But, let us hope that to the vast majority, high school has meant something infinitely better and deeper. Let us wish that it has been a means toward helping friendships; and instrumental in the acquisition of true moral courage, and lastly, an aid in the preparation of the greater battle of life. Arvada High School, alma mater, We bid you now a fond adieu; There ain’t no school could be much greater Than are you. We’ve learned a lot and then forgot it; There was a lot we didn’t learn. Diploma in our hand, we do not Give a dern. As Freshmen green we started here; There wasn’t much we didn’t know. The upperclassmen disagreed and— Told us so. But Sophomores are surely wisest— We knew we were the best in town. Seniors, seeing it was their duty. Took us down. Juniors, close to great attainment, Moving forward round the bend Of our third year of high school training, Saw the end. As Seniors now we’ve reached the summit. We know the world is in our hand. And now we shout in joyous accents, “Ain’t it grand!” HELEN GURNEY. Page Eight