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

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girls her undisputed right to whispering. She hopes while availing themselves of their privilege they will not suffer the penalty of staying till after 5 o’clock. Twelfthly—Marion Burroughs wills her flirty eyes and coquettish ways to Viola Auter. We hereby make and appoint our High School instruc- tors, Anna M. Shearer, spinster, Frances E. Hoyt, spins- ter. and M. F. Miller, married, to be executors of this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former and other wills by us made. In Witness Whereof we have hereunto set our hands this 29th day of April in the year of our Lord one thou- sand nine hundred and fourteen. CLASS OF 1911. • We, the undersigned witnesses, do hereby state that the above and foregoing will was subscribed by the said Class of 1914, testator, in the presence of each of us, that at the time of subscribing said will said Class of 1914. testator, did declare the said will to be their last will and testament, and each of us. at the request of said testator, and in the presence of the said testator and in the pres- ence of each other, do sign the said will as witnesses thereto. ANNA M. SHEARER. FRANCES E. HOYT. Class Night, May 15, 1914 Vocal Duet with Violin Obligato------------------ Marjorie Dins, Anna Merrill. Russell Palmer Class Poem Marion Burroughs Class History-------------------------------The Class Piano Solo—1 Jessie Brooks Class Prophecy Jessie Brooks Presentation of the Annual--------------Van Gooding Class Will Anna Merrill Selection Senior Quartette Poems by Seniors There was a young man named Light Who was wont to wander at night. How his heart palpitated When his brain estimated How far it was to that height. On that height is a house called “Chinook,” In the valley below runs a brook, “I’ll cross it,” said Light. “It’s frozen up tight. And there will receive a sweet look.” So, forth went the fellow named Light And ran as if running from fright. But the water wasn’t frozen As we’re just supposin’ And in it he fell out of sight. Here I sit in the office alone. All cares and troubles seem to have flown. It is all on account of a measly note That Billy “ought not to have wrote Then Miss Hoyt for the note did crv. But I was stubborn and made no reply— As result the epistle remained unread, And Helen to the office sped— And here I sit so contented, you see. Waiting my fate, whate’er it may “B.” Lives of great men all remind us If we’d make our lives sublime Fame and fortune will not find 11s Playing checkers half the time.

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junior Class pistor? We have almost finished our third and most successful year in the Steamboat High School. Therefore, let us make a short review of the time that we have so profit- bout three years ago our class of 1915 entered this high school as Freshmen. There were twelve of us, full of Freshmen interest and prunes—and ready to try any- thing; but, during the year, our class was diminished by seven members. , The next year we received two new classmates and could truthfully answer, “Master, we are seven.” Five of the seven were boys. . That year we began to take more interest in school activities and proved our power in class “scraps.” Our Junior year has been the best of all; we have done more to make the High School athletics successful. The Junior boys helped to make it possible for Steamboat to have a winning team in basket ball. If our school wins the track meet this year (as we hope to do) we will have reason to feel that our success will be partly due to the athletic abilities of the Juniors. Our school work has been successful throughout the entire year. As a class we wish to thank the Faculty for the interest and kindness which has made our three vears of school work interesting as well as beneficial. ' Although the class is small in numbers, yet we feel sure that at the end of the year, we will be able to look back upon our four years in the Steamboat High School and realize that they have been entirely successful. Last of all. we hope that the future members of the school will cherish the memory of the class of 1915. A Sketch Audrey—Why, hello, girls, what did you do Thanks- giving? Bertha—Oh, hello, Audrey, it seems a century since I’ve seen you. Audrey—Here comes Marion. Marion B.—Hello, girls, have you heard about Mr. Cochran leaving us? Girls—Yes; isn’t it a shame. .. . .. Marion—Well, I should say so! Don t you think the Seniors ought to give him a present? Bertha—Yes; but what shall we get? The only thing I can think of is a pair of suspenders or a baby carriage. Marion—Why not some military brushes? Audrey—(with scorn)—Military brushes! Pooh ! He wouldn’t use them for fear of pulling out the rest of his hair. Marion—Isn’t he a dear? Bertha—Yes; but that isn’t deciding on getting him a present. . , . ,. , Marion—Oh, I wasn’t talking about him; didn t you see Frank just pass? Girls—Oh, there goes the gong, we 11 have to hurry. Few people are half as well satisfied with their sur- roundings as they are with themselves.