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

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 SARAH Me TARTY. “Sammie.” Virtue—Hasn't any. Demerit—She's Irish. Favorite pastime—Sket« hing Prof. Arms. VERXE JUDSON. “Farmer.” Virtue—Mimicking Harry Harris. Demerit—Style of hair-cut. Favorite pastime—Having his picture taken (?). V GMMDJlINCTOtf'V ? ? ' • place and made a splendid boss, or so at least fifteen-year-old Teddy thought. He and Sibyl were the best of chums and many were the pleasure jaunts they took on warm summer days. This particular day, however, was not to be spent on a pleasure trip, for Sibyl had other plans for the day. The work was well up and Teddy had no work to do which required Sibyl’s help; so she decided to make the blue skirt that her mother had promised to make when she returned. Sibyl really knew very little about sewing, but she decided to surprise her mother by showing her how well she could sew when she tried. She went up to the sewing room, found the material and laid it out on the cutting-out table; then she happened to remember that her mother was planning on getting a pattern in the city. For a moment Sibyl was much perplexed: then she spied the old pattern box. “Why couldn’t I use the pattern mother used the last time?” she cried. In her eager search Sibyl scattered the patterns all over the floor of the sewing room, and after a long time found the pattern she had been searching for. She worked diligently all morning: but she did not understand how to place the pattern on the material, and she was so absorbed in her work that she forgot, what time it was until, at noon, when Teddy came in, hungry as a bear. There was no time to prepare dinner, so they ate a cold lunch. Sibyl went to her sewing again soon after dinner, and at last she got the skirt cut out and basted. Then she happened to remember that her mother tried a new garment on her before stitching it. What was she to do? She could not try it on herself as no one was there to fit it for her. Suddenly she had an idea. Teddy was very slender for a boy, so she called him into the house. Teddy protested, but in. vain: Sibyl placed him up on a chair and after many struggles on Teddy’s part the skirt was put on him. “Humph,” said Teddy; “looks to me like a mighty funny skirt, sis. I don’t believe these pockets fit just right, do they?” “No. I don’t believe they do either,” said Sibyl, squinting critically at the skirt: “but I’m sure I cut it just like the pattern said.” Just then Teddy jumped down from the chair and, with a whoop, went running out to the gate, skirt and all. A car had stopped in front of the house and out stepped mother and father, who had come home earlier than they had expected to come. Mother took one glance at Teddy and gasped. “What on earth have you been doing, Teddy?” “Oh, mother!” cried Sibyl, “I’ve been trying to make my new skirt, and somehow it doesn’t look right. It doesn’t fit and the pockets act so queerly.” „ “Why, Sibyl dear,” said mother, “you have cut your skirt by your last summer’s coat pattern!” MARY HORNBAKER. “Honey-bunch.” Virtue—“Mark”-ing. Demerit -Speeding. Favorite pastime—Copying Pader-ewsky. FROM BEET TO SUGAR IN NINE HOURS [The following description of the manufacture of sugar from the sugar beet was written by Miriam Ilardenberg and was awarded first prize bv the Holly Sugar Co.I From the large sheds, in which the beets are stored as they come from the producers, hydraulic carriers are used to convey the beets to the factory, during which time mostmost of the dirt adhering to the beets is washed off. Near the factory is an apparatus used to remove weeds, straw, etc., from the beets. The beets then pass over a stone eliminator which takes out rocks, etc. They then enter the beet wheel and are elevated into a washer—a large vat in which is an agitator that keeps the beets in motion, washing off the dirt. The beets next enter an eleiator, which takes them to the top of the factory, dumping them into automatic scales which register the exact weight of all the beets. This is important, as the extraction of the sugar is computed from that figure. The beets are then dumped onto a conveyor, which in turn dumps them into the rotary drum slicers, on the circumference of which knives are placed. The slicers are turned on a horizontal axis and as the beets fall into them they are cut into long strips of about two millimeters in thickness and of about thirty millimeters in width. These strips are called cossettes. For the removal of foreign substances from the slicers there are doors on the side of the slicer’s jacket. From the slicers the cossettes pass down a chute into the diffusion battery, consisting of fourteen diffusers or cells through which hot water under pressure is circulated. The heat is regulated by means of steam injectors. The diffusion process for sugar extraction is not only a simple diffusion action but a lixiviation

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ADELAIDE WAITE. “Weight” Virtue—Clever. Demerit—“Quakerlike.” Favorite pastime Operating phones. HAROLD SHAW. “Slats.” Virtue—Accommodating to the ladies. Demerit—His “kinky” hair. Favorite pastime—Seeing Schaeffer’s pupils home. success. Three performances were given to accommodate all who wished to attend. Much credit is due the directors. Miss Moulton and Mrs. Ingersoll. The catchy songs, the quaint make-ups and puzzling intrigues set forth some real talent on the part of the pupils, and were well received by the full houses that greeted each performance. HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA. Our High School Orchestra, composed of about 25 violin, mandolin and guitar players, furnished a great deal of entertainment for the “High” this year. The orchestra, with Mary Hornbaker at the piano, furnished the music for the operetta. It also played for the Parent-Teachers’ meeting and the evenings or the High School art exhibition. At the Class play the orchestra gave some of its best numbers. LITERARY OUR COLORADO (Prize Poem.) By M. HAROLD WOOLVERTON. Once when the golden rays of light Were spread upon the lawn. And all the birds were singing, for At last had come the dawn. In my own heart a song I found, And that song I give you; My picture of our own fair state, So you may see it, too. It lies out in the choicest spot Of this great land we love. With mighty mountains round it spread. And clear, blue sky above. The blue sky dome above it high. Where drift the fleecy clouds, And snow-crowned hills assembled are. Like mammoth jostling crowds. From peaks where sunlight lingers long, And vales in gathering night, The colors of the sky grow dim, Days die with fading night. Days rise and gleam in grandeur bold. Beneath the shining skies, The swaying trees and meadows seem Like waves that fall and rise. GLADYS SNIDER. “Shrimp.” Virtue—Angelic. Demerit—She's brainy. Favorite pastime—Ditching! ???). Away down in the valleys fair, The eye can see so clear, Where smiling fields and orchards lie. That to us all are dear; Because this land is where we live; It is your home and mine, With the crags and peaks above it, Our land of sun and shine. ’Way up on hills, spread far and wide, And on high mountain crests, The shadowed sylvan region is Where green forms lairs and nests For all our fur and feathered friends, From man, their last retreat; While sprites and elves so oft dance here, Where trees o’erhead do meet. With the green of woven meadows. The hills in golden chains, And the light of winding rivers, And gleam of wide, wide plains. These myriad beauties, day by day, We can see if we will, When darkness flees and day comes round To light up field and rill. From land below and sky above. Where gentle breezes blow, The stars like wondrous crowns of gems. Upon its peaks of snow. Days break again in splendor great, O’er our great land—the West; , For, of all lands on this old earth, Our Colorado’s best. SIBYL ATTEMPTS TO MAKE A SKIRT By LOIS LAMB. It was a sunny morning in April, and Sibyl sang as she washed the breakfast dishes. Out in the back yard Teddy was whistling a merry tune as he did his morning chores. Sibyl and Teddy were alone on the ranch. Their mother and father had gone to the city, leaving the children to care for the place. Sibyl, a very pretty, browneyed, rosy-cheeked girl of seventeen years, was a very good manager about the

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INTERSTATE 435 Main Phone Jet. 774 Where You Can Meet Your Friends Cigars - Tobacco - Billiards Candies and Soft Drinks You’re Always Welcome THERE ARE STORES THAT JUST CARRY goods and there are stores who make it a point to not only carry goods, but see to it that their goods possess real merit, with distinction of style, superiority of finish, clean, dependable, satisfaction-giving merchandise that merits a “come-back.” We have made it our life’s business to conduct a Store of this kind. Ask our friends THE FASHION STORE Fraser-Brown-Swire Dry Goods Company