Steamboat Springs High School - Galleon / Sailors Log Yearbook (Steamboat Springs, CO)

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CIIORUS: Sophomores, Sophomores, We were jolly Sophomores, Eating and whispering and telling jokes, For we were barred from writing notes. We were a happy seventeen— Gee! but the Seniors thought we were green We let them know That we weren’t slow, When we were Sophomores. Junior History Tune: “In My Harem” In our High School, our High School, There’s Anna, Jessie, Mina, And there never was a minute That Vannie wasn’t in it; Fun in English, jokes in history, Gum in Latin II. Was there ever anything we didn’t try to do? In our High School, our High School, There’s Harry, Russell. Bertha, And the things we would do Would make you wish that you Were with the Juniors in 1912. Oh, you picnic, you picnic, There was Audrey, Marjorie, Helen, And there never was a minute That Lorna wasn’t in it. “Eats” for breakfast, “eats” for dinner, “Eats” for supper time; All the “eats” the Freshies had It cost them just one dime! April Fool’s day, April Fool’s day, There were ladders, song books, stories, And the things we’d do Would make you wish that you Were with our Juniors in High School, too. Senior History Tune: “Auld Lang Syne” The fourth year of our gallant class Shows us to be real stars With all our fine accomplishments Will sometime soar to Mars. Now, there is Van, our great end-man. Who makes the whole world smile By screwing up his kindly face And seeming free from guile. There’s no one in the class can blush Like our sweet Bertha Jones When some one calls her “Berthy, dear,” In soft, sweet, coaxing tones. Yes, Harry Love is always there On football field or track And when it comes to basket ball He shows what they all lack. When Russell plays the violin He always makes a hit And Marjorie smiles and says to him: “I always knew you’re it.” And Jessie sure can pound the keys And make us laugh or cry. For she can play the rag-time hits And the “Sweet Bye and Bye.”

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J isstorp of tfje Class» of 1914 Freshman Year—1910-’ll Tune: “Tenting Tonight We are singing today of our Freshman year, Days that have long since fled; Of days of fun and many pranks, And of each dear co-ed. CHORUS: Many arc the brains so worried each day Wishing for the year to cease, Many times the “Prof,” weary of our play, Wished for a reign of peace. Thinking today, planning today— Planning for our Senior year. We’ve been thinking today of our old classmates, Thinking of the first twenty-four, Of the teachers true, that helped us along, And how their minds would soar. We had lots of fun in our Freshman year, Many were the parties gay, The grand class scrap that gave us black eyes, And the pennant we lost one day. We were all Nomads in our Freshman year, Traveling here and there. Our school house burned, to the church we went, And then to that “shacky” affair. We made goals of fame in that grand first year, Fighting for the good old High, Our football games, our mighty contest, That made poor Hayden sigh. Sophomore History Tune: “School Days” Something to do as Sophomores Something to do each day, We took a trip. From the “shack” we did slip, And came to this “High” one day. The Juniors came up to our party And stood outside the door. Got “eats,” they thought, It all came to naught, And they were a bunch so sore. And then the party at Love’s, friends— Recall that good time now? And how we did play That table crocjuet! And the feed we bad, Oh, wow! Remember the old Church hill, friends, All covered with snow and ice, And how our Professor Childress A good time willed us, And we heeded his kindly advice?

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Oh. Helen Beck can dance and sing. And Lorna’s always good, So “Chubby” points to her and says She acts as Seniors should. And Mina, whose bright, curly locks Which all the youths adore Will love and cherish and protect From scissors evermore. The brightness of our Senior class Is reflected back on us By Audrey Light, sweet Audrey Light. Delightful little miss. Another fair and charming maid We’ll praise up to the skies. Shy, sweet and pious Anna Merrill, With soft, brown, lustrous eyes. And now. in saying our farewell. We’ll kindly rack our brain And leave some valuable advice To save our schoolmates pain. Our first advice to Juniors is About our letter S— In last September, you’ll remember. Our supper, well. I guess! It was “hot dogs” and pickles too, Buns, coffee, and some cake. The Freshies liked it all so well They wanted more beefsteak. So, next year, heed not Freshmen wails— It surely does not pay— And put up sign boards all around: “Small Freshmen stay away.” But if you cannot keep them off Just get some Hupmobiles, Go to Elk River as we did, Away from infant squeals. That joy ride we can tell to you Was certainly some trip. The rest of school looked like a fool When we gave them the slip. Now, Sophomores, we hate to try To tell you anything; You think you’re good, perhaps you should. But some day you’ll go “bing !” And when you want to entertain Just ask the Junior’s how For they will tell you what they did When they gave the Junior Prom. Now last, but surely not the least, Our Annual you must see If educated or refined Or learned you would be. Caught “That’s a nice-looking fellow who’s just come.” said the young man who was dining with his best girl; “Is he a friend of yours?” “Yes. indeed. T know him well,” laughed the maiden. “Shall 1 ask him to join us?” “Oh. George!” said the girl, blushing; “this is so Sudden.” “Sudden? What do you mean?” he asked in surprise. “Why—why, that’s our young minister.”