Palmer High School - Terror Trail Yearbook (Colorado Springs, CO)

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The Will of the Class of l922 It was a dark, dreary, dismal night, and the lights in C. S. H. S. were burning low. White robed figures were gliding back and forth' through the halls and in one corner was huddled a group of weeping people. If one had looked closer they might have recognized that dear old patient group, the faculty, with tears in their eyes, knowing that soon the Fates would sever the thread which would send the soul of the class of '22 to a better and nobler life. Sirens shrieked and bells clanged as the weather-worn and storm-beaten clock in the pigeon-haunted tower began to strike the doleful hour of '23, The muffled sobs from the dim corner grew more impressive as the door of the chapel softly opened and a tall, weary appearing man, who proved to be the venerable William S. Roe, beckoned with a come friendsn to the faithful group, waiting in the corner. He seemed not to recognize 1923, gazing with a covetous gleam in his eyes, 1924, looking absently into space and 1925, drawing back horrified and awe-stricken, half hidden in the darkened recesses of the dismal hall. The faculty filed noiselessly into the dimly lighted room and were overcome with grief when they saw the shrouded form of the noble and greatly beloved '22. Solemnly the venerable lawyer Roe drew forth a script, which proved to be the final will and testament of that renowned sage, and slowly and in mournful tones, he read these last words: I, the Class of 1922, being of sound and brilliant mind, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament, in order to bequeath my rights and interests among the succeeding classes of Colorado Springs High School. I. To the Class of 1923, as my immediate successor, I give, for one day in the year, the privilege to look as they usually act. On this day only can their senior dignity and supercillious air be cast to the winds while they revel in all- day suckers and kiddy-kars. A II. Charles Topping bequeathes his title of the vainest boy in school to Harley Remington, with the hope that he will not abuse it. III, To the boys of the Class of '23, I give the undeniable right of leaving senior girls to attend the functions dateless, while the former escort the friv- olous sophomore Happers. IV. My dying request is that the succeeding class of juniors may stage a reception for the Seniors which will be both a credit to the former and, con- trary to custom, a most enjoyable event for the latter. V. Billie Sanson desires that the next feminine co-star of a Ryan will be as good to him as she has been to hers. VI. I bequeath to the Class of '25 the inexpressable joys which will ac- company their initiation into the solemn rites of pin-exchanging. VII. Arthur Sharp reluctantly gives up his position as matinee idol and favorite hero of the stage struck co-eds to Clark Metzler. VIII. Lastly, tofthe faculty, I leave the unceasing duty of proclaiming, henceforth and forever, the fact that I, 1922, died a martyr to a noble cause. The script slowly fluttered to the floor as the reader, in a voice choked with sobs, raised his arms heavenward and murmured falteringly, 'lMay he rest in peace. RUBY WILT EUGENE BRovLEs. 18

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History of the Senior Class SCENE:-Room 311 Colorado Springs High School. TIME:-June 7, 2022, A. D. Teacher: CFacing a room full of shiny-faced, exuberant Freshmenl f'Can any one tell me what day this is? QWild waving of hands.j 'tWell, Mary? Mary: Today is the one hundredth anniversary of the graduation of the class of 1922, and tonight there is to be a big celebration in the auditorium in honor of the finest class that ever left the Colorado Springs High School. Teacher: Correct, John, will you tell the history of this unusual class in its Freshman year? john: The Class of '22 entered the high school, four hundred strong, in the fall of 1918. From the very start they were famous for their originality, pep, and enthusiasm, and were immediately recognized as the leaders of the school. The class party, proved to be the greatest success of the school year. Oh yes, and the class was one hundred per cent. behind all athletics. Susie: Pleath teacher, but they were thmart in their thtudies too. Teacher: Yes, indeed they were. But to go on to the Sophomore year. What can you tell of that Annie? ' Annie: 'lUnder the leadership of Wren Whitlow, they rose to still greater things. This year another party was held which even surpassed the one of the year before, much to the disgust of the upper classmen. Of course, they were always interested in the welfare of the school, and did all in their power to support its worthwhile activities. Teacher: Yes, well, Susie? Susie: Yeth, and they got all Ais bethidesf' Teacher: What can you tell of the third year, Tom? Tom: 'tThe third year was very important. Ross Keyte was president, and made a mighty good one. The junior farce, Nothing But the Truth, was the best play ever given in the High School. Then the class scrap was held, and it certainly was a bloody one. The ability of the junior barbers was not realized until after the iight. While in the contest held in Monument Valley Park there was no hope for the Seniors. Teacher: Yes, and--- Susie: CExcitedly, half to herself.D They thure were thmartf' Teacher: Will you tell us, Dorothy, of the senior year, or the crowning year of their history? Dorothy: CBeaming.j 'AThe Seniors took part in all the activities of the school, and it was a leading part. The class scrap ended in the only possible way-fa complete victory for '22, and the juniors, for lack of hair, did not oon forget what happened. A party was held in the second semester, and was ry clever and a great success. The Pikerls Day was a surprise to the ugtr C ass? men, and the members of the Senior class had a jolly time. Instead electing' officers to take care of meetings, a Senior council was selected, with la elk from the doors of the Colorado Springs High School forever: 'X X V Susie: Yeth, and they got diplomaths likewithef' -' 'X 'L U Thomas, president. On the eighth of june the most promising class pg? A i ii x 1 ill 1 X N 1 1 1 MARGARET OsBoRNE FRANK STQRACI-IA-, , 'l:,,x N, 'All W 1. it x . N i . W x x, AX X X

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Class Scrap On March 30, 1922, a general stir, a wave of excitement pervaded the otherwise peaceful school. A prominent pate of senior hair lacked a few of its curly locks, while the junior flag proudly floated from the pole. This inter- preted meant that the annual scrap was Hon. However, a truce was declared until eleven o'clock Friday evening, when hostilities were to begin and end in a battle in lNIonument Valley Park at 11:30 o'clock Saturday morning. Feeling ran high on Friday but expressed itself only in occasional 22's and 23's on blackboards, sidewalks and the like. Carefully guarded plans were discussed by groups of boys apprehensively on the lookout for chance spies. After many deep and slack methods of defense and offense had been settled, the warriors of both camps cooled down sufficiently to sit in Sunday suits at the junior farce. At the stroke of eleven the scrap began, and waged fiercely all night. To tell of the fate of one junior boy who was grabbed, screaming and kick- ing, by eager senior hands, his poor hair quite cut, and then carried in spite of gurgling protests far, far away into the black night, when with very little ceremony he was dropped into a barn and the door was securely locked, is to tell of the fortune, or rather misfortune, of nearly all the class. This kind of work was carried on way into the hours, no longer wee and small, of the morn- ing, until at 11:30 the actual fighting began. There was for twenty minutes only an intense silence, while wild looking figures rushed madly at one another. Sacks piled up at the senior goal with alarming rapidity, and at the sound of the gun, bright-eyed, dirty-faced and utterly worn-out seniors boys and a few sad-eyed juniors crawled out of the heap of dust and wended their way home. l22 remained supreme! Pikefs Day Wednesday, April 26, dawned with a dull gray sky, and an altogether hopeless looking rain. Freshmen, turned a still brighter hue with the spring showers, thoughtful sophomores, and weary juniors trudged off to school. Upon arriving at their destination, a certain change was felt in the atmosphere of the halls. Gloom pervaded everything, and a positively sickening silence reigned over all. juniors in hushed voices inquired of freshmen, and the latter in turn asked sophomores what calamity had befallen the school. After much thoughtful consideration, a bright soul suggested that the bulletin board be consulted, and there the magic words, Piker's Day, were presented to eager eyes. What an excitement those two words conveyed! Longingly, the under- classmen looked out at the drizzling rain, wishing themselves with the seniors, far away from care and studies. But let us now turn our attention to a happier picture. At quarter of seven the old cafeteria was thronged with seniors, armed with lunches, and a delicious breakfast was enjoyed by the privileged ones. Then all rushed over to the car line where special cars were waiting to take them out to the canon. The ride out was hilarious to say the least, and the walk up to Bruin Inn, although somewhat wet, was the greatest fun. Lunch came next with the usual sandwiches, pickles, eggs, and cake, which are so dear to the hearts of picnickers, and still spirits seemed undampened by the rain. After lunch, a few daring ones went to climb inviting but rain-soaked mountains, while the more timid remained in the inn, playing games. About three, the happy crowd left, all declaring they had had the time of their lives. 19