Las Animas High School - Trojan Yearbook (Las Animas, CO)

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BY HON WICK— • A Noisy Man is Always in the Right.” B. B. B.; Athletic Association. WILBUR CHAMBERS— ••And still the wonder grew. That one small head could hold all he knew.” Latin Club; Literary Society; Glee Club ’16; Football ’16; A Crazy Idea.” FRANK DALE— '•Willing—And who dares deny the nerve?” Football ’17; Baseball '17, ’18; B. B. B.; “A Crazy-Idea.” FLOYD CROTCHETT— • And a jolly good fellow was he.” Football ’16. ’17; Baseball ’15, ’16, ’17, '18; Basketball ’18; Track ’15; Literary Society.

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M WOOD THOMPSON— “Not so good looking—its the way his mother dresses him.” Lost, a Chaperon”; “The Little Politician Engaged by Wednesday”; President .Junior Class: Latin Play; Treasurer Athletic Association. LUCILLE WARNER— “Her voice ever soft, and gentle, and low. an excellent thing in woman.” Latin Play; Basketball ’14; “Engaged by Wednesday”; Glee Club. JESSIE DORSEY— “Will the school miss ME when I am gone?” Glee Club; Latin Club; Literary Society; Basketball; Junior-Senior Campfire: “Engaged by Wednesday”; Latin Play; “My Cousin Timmy.” CHLOE KEN WORTHY— “Oh- (P) Shaw.” Glee Club; Latin Club; Literary Society: Junior-Senior Campfire; “Engaged by Wednesday”; “Her Gloves”; “Lost, A Chaperon”; Latin Piay: “My Cousin Timmy.”

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CLASS POEM Dear Ethel: I’ve wandered far o’er hill and Dale, To be quite Frank about my love, I’m but a Smith, and have no kale, But will you be my turle-dove? Marie me, and I shall happy Bee; Just like the humming bird that sings And sucks the nectar full of glee, And flits about, and flaps it’s wings. My Chambers filled With joy would be All worry with your love, I’d flick Without your love, I’d be, tho’ free, Just like a lamp without a Wick. I know quite well you love me true, And tho’ your Cliloes be not so fine. Your eye is Hazel, and your hair is Brown, So I will gladly call you mine. If your mother should interfere, Ye Ken full well what I should say, I’d tell’er you are mine, my dear, And Warn’er she must keep away. Whene’er I see the huge Mill stones, That crush the corn to powered meal, I think that should you jilt me dear, Just like that ganuM Wood I fell. I’ll throw three Fitz if you say no, If Ruthlessly thou spurnest me. Far away from here I’ll go. And jump into the dark blue sea. By George, “I’ll swear by Jessie’s rod,” You are my angel and my God. Amen— Lovingly FLOYD CROTCHETT.