Arvada High School - Redskin Yearbook (Arvada, CO)

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OFFICERS Albert Willis Melvin Bennett Elizabeth Howard Burnell Terwili.ioer President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Bedtime Story Papa” Raybourn sat engrossed in deep thought. Suddenly a small child ran and climbed upon his knee and pulled his long whiskers. “ Papa’ Raybourn, won’t you tell me a bedtime story?” He pulled out his watch. “Nine o’clock. Hm. Guess I’ll have time. Well, here goes: Once upon a time, twelve years ago, several mothers, each leading a very small child, walked up Wadsworth Avenue to a very small building, where they left their children in charge of the teacher and then departed for home. The young people sat with wide-open eyes, listening to the explanation of this new world by the teacher. Suddenly Elizabeth Howard began to howl at the top of her voice. (We always knew she would be a great orator some day.) After recess Melvin Bennett, George Campbell and Boyd Jackson were missing. It seems that their familiar habit of mistaking the bell for the noon whistle began very early in life. Florence Roepnack and Ver.nice Bennett proved to be ideal scholars during that first eventful year. Lillian Anderson soon departed to study in other schools. The second grade loomed near and again the pilgrimage was made to the ‘little red school-house’ that was white. This time two small boys were added to the little group that was destined to be the class of '28. Albert Willis’ bright and shining face was seen each morning as he brought a beautiful red apple to the teacher, while Francis Rizzari sat silent in awe of the master mind.’ In the third grade a small, round boy by the name of Henry Graves and a small, fat girl wearing a bright green, red and brown plaited dress a la King George of England, arrived. The second scholar was Mary Porter, who has still retained her ability to look like Lindy’s shadow at noon. The class sang ‘Good Morning to You’ each day—whether snow, hail, rain, or shine. Page 10

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Seniors

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY—Contmuerf The little white school-house was then changed for what is now known as the grade school. Violet Allen. Clara Branaman, William Hicks, Herbert Johnson and Maxine Grout were escorted reluctantly to seek knowledge within its portals. In the fifth grade Orville Allen suggested that 'we kids' quit making mud pies and have a mud fight instead. Lillian Anderson returned and entered the ranks. In the sixth grade Pascal Lovelace, a small boy wearing knee pants, came to grace the school with his pranks, while the boys tried to figure the price of three dozen bananas if the price was one cent for one banana. Then came one of the greatest events in the lives of the members of the class, when they walked proudly up the concrete sidewalk to the big high school building. Alice Reeves and little Mary Otsuki soon became accustomed to the war-like little class. Lucy Graves had started to school in the third grade, one year later than the others, and now she skipped a grade and joined them in the eighth grade. In the ninth grade Annabel Calkins, Maud Calkins. Virginia Gatchell, Gertrude West and Sipporah West assumed the name of Freshmen and added their strength to that of the class. After the first semester they were joined by Ethel Wilson and Alberta Romans. The president of the freshman class was Orville Allen. Violet and Orville Allen left to seek knowledge elsewhere, but came back again for the senior year. Elizabeth Neish arrived and Dale Bullock made sure that the class would not get lonesome. William Cool as president did his best to calm down the class. We find the juniors well organized and wisely led by Sipporah West. Nile Schmitt and Burnell Terwilliger were at last persuaded to join the group. And now in '28 we find the seniors grouped in the study hall with Albert Willis their leader. Henry Carkeek, Margaret Fox. Bernice Peck, Earl and Murva Penna, Marian Rambroz. Bernice Retallick and Shirley Widrig have been added to the ranks. Earl Penna is found earnestly reciting ‘The Owl and the Pussy Cat’ under Miss Hall's praising guidance, while Shirlye Widrig firmly declares My Love Is Like a Red. Red Rose!’ “And now as we see the seniors walking solemnly up the aisle to receive their diplomas, we know that the senior class will not soon be forgotten. The senior class was an alert, wide-awake class that fought its own battles and succeeded. As a result, it has attained high standards. The school needs more classes like it!” Papa” Ray bourn finished and discovered that the child on his lap was asleep. You have probably been wondering who the child was. His name was Junior, of the Arvada High School. May his life be as worth while as that of the seniors. Page 11