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

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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.”

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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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Class $ropf)eq On a warm evening early in spring of the year 1944 an old gentleman sat reminiscing on the past. He won- dered why, at this time of the year, his thoughts always turned to a by-gone date. What had happened in the past that had made this time of the year the best of all times in his mind? Somewhere back there in his younger days something had happened. What was it? Suddenly the old man’s dull eyes brightened and his form uncon- sciously straightened, he remembered. It was the grad- uation of a class of twelve. That had been thirty years before. lie saw each mem- ber, young and ambitious, ready to conquer the world. Then the old man’s memory traveled down the long vista of years with each member to the time of the present. There was Audrey Light. She was the smallest of that class, but how her mind had soared. To her had been accorded mighty fame. Audrey had become a world-renowned artist, the foremost of her day. Xext was Lorna Stukey, the honored one of that class. She had done enough in thirty years to deserve that honor. She had led and won the cause for her state of Colorado and dissolved the coal labor unions. Xow she worked at the head of the government of the state. Those coal labor union strikes had been terrible. So many men had lost their lives in them, while others had been terribly wounded and mangled. But through it all Mina Laramore. the great nurse—yes, of the class of 1014—had spent many hours untiring and unceasing in her beautiful work for the wounded. Many were the sufferers she had cheered. A smile came over the old man’s face as he remembered Helen Beck. She had been a joyous, determined girl, and what a courageous woman she now was. Her happy nature still showed as of old, when she. at the head of the Salvation Army, led in the triumphal hymns. Xothing was too hard for her. Then there was Jessie Brooks. Who would ever have thought that she would become a composer? To have seen her in her youth one never would have believed that she would ever present to the world, anything like the operas she now did. And the world had received her with great enthusiasm. And there was Bertha Jones. . She had become a chorus girl. How the people shouted when she appeared on the stage. Her wonderful voice always took posses- sion of every soul that heard her. Many were the hearts that were gladdened by her many songs. The old man's face grew very earnest as he thought of Van Gooding. He had certainly been a surprise. Who would ever have thought in the old days that Van would become a minister? His ministry had marked a new era of thought. This wonderful ministry had brought about this change after many years of deep and conscientious study. Then the Sentinel of that class—Harry Love! How thirty years had changed him! The once studious, silent boy was now a courtly, talkative dancing master. His