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

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Charlnfe l.ifhaa Glee Club (1, 2. 3. 4) Operetta (3, 4) Orchestra (4) Class Play (4). She Is bonny, blooming. straight and tall. Kt Larnoa Glee Club (2) Senior-Junior (4). Quietly she does each day. the work that lies along her way. F’orre Lefflnsrwell Hoel-Ross (4) Orchestra (1. 2) Glee Club (1. 2. 3). As honest a man as ever trod on shoe leather. ltnnnld I.tfrii Senior-Junior (4). Originality counts for a lot. Kllznhpth Marshall 0 B. Staff (4) Bus. Man. Basketball O! Class Plav 4 Operetta f3. 4) Glee Club 2. 3. 4). 1 have a heart with room for every mind Edwnrd McCormick Class Play (4 Senior-Junior (4). Deep rivers move In silence, shallow brooks are noisy. Glen MoFtill Class Play C4) Basketball (3 4) Minstrel Show f3. 4) Operetta C3. 4) Junior Rotary M). Tf the girls Interfere with work, quit school. lenvoaae Meek Mt. Lincoln (1) Glen-wood (2. 3) Basketball (4). She is rather tall and slender, with a heart most tender. friends, and so I asked her of different ones who had ‘‘shuffled off this mortal coil,” I thought of the old classmates of ’22, and asked her how they all were. She told me that I had lived to be the oldest member of my class and that they were all down in Hades and were waiting for Latcheses to cut the thread of my life, so that we might have a reunion. She said that she would take me to where my old classmates were, and I was so glad to have the opportunity of seeing them all again that I hurried very fast to ■get ready, and we soon set out. We arrived at the entrance to Hades early in the afternoon and were met at the gate, not by the fierce Cerebrus, but by a well dressed Paige, who took us over to the Marshall of the underworld and then went back to her post. Everything was different from the picture I had of Hades which I had construed in my imagination from the descriptions in Virgil and in my Mythology; but, when I stopped to think that both Edison and Burbank had died and gone to Hades, I realized that it was only natural for them to remodel it and install electricity instead of the old fireworks. The Marshall was in his House, where he had prepared a banquet for myself and a few other members of my class who were at leisure. Dod’s son Jim and Larson were there, and they had a little Steele hammer with which they were tacking up a picture of ex-President Ronald Lewis. In a few moments dinner was served, and it was certainly a lovely dinner: there were Porter House steaks. Lap ham, Dill pickles, Parker House rolls, Ryan’ Brown bread, Campbells soup and a good Diehf of strawBarrys. In the middle of the meal, someone came and said that Warren Potter had returned from a hunting trip and was out in front. Every one ran out to see him. He had been successful, and had on the lawn a Brown Fox, quite Stout and sly, but looking rather Meek. It was tied with a good Diehl of rope around the Shanks. I heard a little twitter above, and, looking up. I saw a little Martin sitting in the tree above my head. David Sanders, the minister. was called away just then on some business. and I was conducted to a corner of Hades reserved for the w'orst sinners. Here I saw Ed McCormick working over a wire. I asked what he was doing and was informed that he was Old Nick’s head electrician during the day and was the orator of Hades by night, when great crowds assembled to hear him on the subject of China. Frances Reed andEvelyn Roberts came along and told me that they were going to the Welles for some water, and asked me to go along. I told them I would, and joined them. I soon came to what seemed to me to be a lovely Welle, but they just scoffed and said that that was only a Hoel in the ground. They then told me that in the Elysian fields they had water that was unequaled in the regions above. They said that their principal source wm I effing well, but that there were other very good Welles, too. They left me at the well and went to By-ram which Evadne Carson was offering at a very low price. As I stood looking around. I saw Margaret Whitney coming toward me, and I saw that she must have died young, for she didn’t look a day older than she did when she was a Senior, and her hair was beautifully waved. I asked her if they made good Marcell waves in Hades, and she said: “Oh, yes; but they don’t call them Marcells down here; they call them Purcells, in honor of our illustrious cartoonist. I was very much surprised, but did not have time to say anything, for just then I saw Henry Bechtold and William Elbon, trying to get two Cox to fight. Margaret and I went over and asked them why they played such

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Helm lligfclaM Springfield. Mo. (1. 2) Class Play (4) Glee Club (4) Sec'y.-Treas. (4). She that is born a beauty is half married. Balk Hoel Treas. (2) Glee Club (2, 3) Class Play (4). Time destroyed is suicide where more than blood is spilt. Harold Houmc Basketball (2. 3. 4) Football (3, 4) Operetta (1. 2, 3, 4) Minstrel Show (2, 3. 4) Junior Rotary (3. 4). Eat. drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we finish the trip. Glndyn Hiarkstep Hoel-Ross (4). Knowledge in youth is wisdom in age. Amy Jay art Mt. Lincoln (1. 2) Ass. Tiger Staff (4) Spanish Club (3. 4). Gentle of speech, be-nificent of mind. Orville Jaynes Mt. Lincoln (1, 2) Spanish Club (3. 4). He hath a lean and hungry look. Mattie Jenkins Rhetorical Club (4) Spanish Club (3, 4). One man's enough for me. Elsie Lankford Sec’y. Boosters’ Club (3) O. E Staff (4) Glee Club (1. 2. 3. 4) Operetta (3. 4) Class Play (4). Her hair is no more sunny than her smile. Bower became a daring circus rider and hooked up with, an acrobat who spied her. Ruth Coffman and Pauline Brown fought a fearful duel over a French count, who was only a fool. Then they made up their quarrel and bought them a house, where they live with their parrot, their dog, ,-cat and mouse. Harold Burgess turned into a civil engineer. His spouse was a Sophomore and to her he’s very dear. Ray Sutton organized an orchestra wherein he plays the drums. Alwilda Calloway does charity work for the children in the slums. Herbert Haines was the editor of the New York Daily Sun, but for candidate for President he decided to run. The Democrats elected him and he’s a married guy. Alice Peck cares for him; so, ladies, you needn’t apply. Honey Meek married a baseball fan. He used to be a Freshman, but now he’s some man. Verna and Eula are famous long since. They’ve had a thrilling experience. To make basketball baskets they sure know how; their baskets are market baskets now. Two handsome lads from White-water town they married and decided to settle down. Forrest Leffingweil as a banker you see. (His complexion is still what it used to be!) Frances Reed is a happy wife; she found a man to run her life. Lawrencfe Young is married, too. He got up nerve, at last, to woo. Amy and Orville are having a good time. They moved to California’s sunny clime. On Soldier Summit Charlsie Lapham dwells. Her husband is searching for artesian wells. Our friends, Anna Ryan and Martha Steele, disport in comedies of only one reel; if you see them, they’ll surely make you smile. Both ladies have been widow's for quite a long while. Two sailors wooed Ruth Fairley and Harriet Northrup. They used to be piratesses, but now' they’ve setled down. Ruth Hartzler is a milliner, furnishing hats to the town. I heard Mattie Jenkins had finally said she’d consent at last to wed little Ed. For Hazel’s fame we have no fears; she’s been a lawyer for ten long years. Madge Fritch is now' a minister’s wife; Merle Oleson is in Russia, that land of strife. Ronald Lewis leads Cox’s army, tooting a fife. Raymond Workman still leads a simple life. As you see, all the Seniors had famous careers As befit personages of more august years; But each was an exception, some in their wit, What others lacked in wit they made up In grit, And tho they are gone, we’ll not forget the class; It’s the Seniors we’ll toast; let’s fill up the glass: “To the class that’s dear to me and you I toast the Class of ’22. By chemistry, by Cicero, By all the Spanish I don’t know; By pow'der puff, by looking glass; By all the hours I’ve slept in class; By all the movies I have seen; I swear I’ll keep your memory green. Here’s to the class that’s dear to me, Here’s to the old days so carefree, Here’s to the class that’s dear to you, The Senior Class of ’22.” —Ruth Rigg. A Trip to Hades HT the age of 107, the Angel of Death entered my home and prepared me for a journey. She said, “I came to Callaway from earth those souls who have spent their allotted time here.” Coming from Hades, I thought she could tell me of my departed

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Kenneth . cl»h Palisade c.1, 2) Steamboat Springs (3) Denver l4j Basketball (4) Baseball (4). The right man In the right place. Harriet Northrop Class Play t4 Operetta (.3) Glee Club (2, 3. A) D. S. Club (4) Spanish Club (,3, 4). She hath an adventurous nature. Eilnin Xylnnd Aspen tl, 2, 3) Basketball (.4) Senior-Junior t4 . God bless the man who first invented sleep. Merle (linen Mi. Din coin (1) Hoel-ROS8 (4 . Man delights me not. Marjorie Paige D. S. Club. A sunny nature and a busy mind. Joe Parker Minstrel Show (2, 3, 4) Operetta (3, 4) Football (4) Spanish Club (3. 4). There is no royal road to learning. Alice Peck D. S. Club (3, 4) Glee Club (1). Beware of her laugh, it's contagious. Ted Porter Mt. Lincoln (1. 2) Orchestra (4) Senior-Junior (4). Speaking is silver, silence is golden. Childish games. They said that they had just drank a gallon of “Hootch” that Charlotte Bergner had made for them from a Peck of Raisins that Harold Burgess had raised in California and sent down by Hazel Edington. 1 found them very uninteresting; so I went over to a lovely garden which 1 had seen from a distant e. Ruth Coffman. Kenneth Tolley, Amy Ashley and Ruby Blann were planting sweet peas, and I asked them where I could find the other members of the class. They told me that Glen was in the Tartaric regions doing everlasting penance for fitting people with shoes that did not fit them. I asked them what his punishment was, and they said that there was a long road; that he had to begin at one end and Slip and Fall to the other end thirty times a day and ten seconds off to study Spanish. They said that 1 would find Mattie Jenkins somewhere close to the little Martin that I had seen in the early part of the afternoon, and that Herbert Haines was in his office preparing the final issue of the “Devil’s Blackmail,” a publication put out by the Seniors of the match-making department, and that, as his assistants, I should find Rita Brandon and Gladys Huckstep. I found a shop on the way to the newspaper office and it was being run by Wendell Ridley. Strange to say, his punishment for flirting in the upper world was that he must speak and conduct himself like a Jew; so, when 1 went up to him, he said: “I sella evreyting. You want von book to Read? Or maybes you wish a De Long and Lank Ford for which to take Irene Beardsley or Sue Saunders a ride. I would paint them Green for you also yet.” And, as 1 turned to go, he called me back. “Oh and Yes, you vill find some good-looking Jaynes clown here; they are bether-looking even tan de ones in the upper woorld.” As 1 went out I met the Barbour, and he asked me if I wanted a hair cut; he said that the women in Hades all wore their hair Bobbed. I told him “No,” and went over to a place where I saw a beautiful Bower of Roses, under which sat Helen Higgins and Ray Sutton and Evelyn Roberts and Henry Stark. 1 did not wish to disturb them; so I passed quietly on to where I saw a Workman talking to Kenneth Neish, who 1 had been told was in c harge of the Devil’s largest coal mine. They were talking about the bank failure, and 1 stayed to learn the facts. It seemed that Harvey Tupper and Ruth Chee-dle had started a bank, but that they argued so much that they lost their trade, and, finally, after the Woman’s Vigilance Committee had reported them thru their able assistants, Madge Fritze and Merle Olson, they had had a run on the bank and it had failed. I almost wept as I heard the sad news; but Wendell Ridley came along Ful-ler Hartzel-ers’ Eskimo Pop, and he cut such capers that I soon felt quite gay again, and, as I saw him mistaking Green onions for Daisies, I fairly doubled up with laughter. The Angel of Death came along then and told me that a committee, headed by Margaret Burroughs, had voted that I be doomed to outline six English books for the writing of the Senior Short Story, and I was led away to my doom. —Alwilda Callaway. Read the Ads The advertisements contained in The Tiger are one of the best features of it. They represent the means whereby The Tiger was published, and we request that you read them not only for that reason but that they are worthy of your perusal for what they offer you.