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

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 Mina Laramore “A gentle, modest lass, you’d hardly know she’s in the class” pii n j Audrey Light “Light leads and Love follows” r t- flH Harry Love “The Lord taketli no delight in the legs of a man” Anna Merrill “Ever gentle, good and true—a friend to me, a friend to you” Russell Palmer “A thorn between two roses” Lorna Stukey “She loves her work and she loves her play, she is happy and good the livelong day”

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Helen Beck “Silence is golden” (?) Jessie Brooks Jessie with her musical talent charms us with her song so bright Marion Burroughs Laugh and the world laughs with you” Marjorie Dins I never trouble lessons until les- sons trouble me” Van Gooding “His eyes are homes of silent prayer” (?) Bertha Jones 'A blush is the color of virtue

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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?