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

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fleet, hut also the Dardanelles. Me told me that Elmer Combs was at the head of West Point, having' distinguished himself at the American attack on Berlin, lie had enlisted the summer after graduating and had gradually worked his way up to the top. which was always his way. Me was in command of a raiding party that had brought in a group of German officers as pris- oners. Later it was discovered that one of the prisoners was none other than the Kaiser himself, who was put up against a stone wall and shot. Suddenly everyone realized that the war was over, and soon our boys were all seen starting hack for the dear old U. S. A. Leaving Liverpool I went to London where to my surprise I met Ina Adams. She had attended school for two years at the State University of Oklahoma, had married a bald-headed pro- fessor. and was now traveling. In telling of her travels she told me of visiting one of the largest cattle ranches in Argentina, owned by our old classmate. Auburn Luekens. Me had gone to South America on a political campaign and had been persuaded by a friend to buy a ranch. I had intended to stay six months longer in the old world but was called home on important business. So was compelled to leave on the first steamer, and as luck would have it Frances Mann was on the same steamer sailing for the dear old U. S. A. She had been graduated from Boulder University. On account «■I her superior ability as a speaker she had been lecturing on the I sc of Potatoes, in the European countries. Site told me of seeing Marjorie Scovill and of having the pleasure of hearing her sing. Slit, who had so often charmed us with her melodious voice, in school, had become a great prima dniina. She was traveling with the Metropolitan Grand Opera. On our way home I‘rances and I had many pleasant chats about our old High School days, and both were pleased to think every one of the twelve were conquering Life's School as they had conquered School Life. STELLA TROGLKR.

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(Class $ropf)ccy IT had been five years since the industrious class o( twelve had graduated from the S. 11. S, I was spending the winter of 1922 and '23 traveling in Europe, viewing that beautiful country that had been drenched in blood by the terrible World War against Kaiserism. While motoring in Belgium a few miles out of Antwerp, 1 noticed a large farm and a very large house on the hill some distance away. Since it was so different from the farms we had passed, I asked my chauffeur what it was. He told me it was the Orphans’ Home, established by the United States. Of course I could not leave Antwerp without knowing what kind of work my own country was doing for those poor people who had been so cruelly treated by the Germans. I decided at once to visit it. On reaching tlie Home I was shown to the waiting room by a little girl. She said that she would call the matron. 1 spent the tew minutes that followed looking at some pictures that deeply interested me. I turned slowly around as some one entered the room and was thunderstruck to find that it was Esther Guthrie who wore the matron’s cap. She had attended the State Teach- ers’ College at Greeley for two years. Then she had gone to help her country in taking care of these homeless children. Esther was no longer the happy care-free girl of school days, but a quiet young woman, deeply interested in her work. She insisted that I should come back that evening ami take dinner with her; of course I accepted. 1 hat evening what was my surprise when I found Irene I lerold. the class cartoonist was also Esther’s guest. She had taught one year after leaving S. II. S. atul then had entered Col- orado College. After finishing the course there she had gone to Italy and studied art. She was now helping repair the beautiful works of art that had been so badly damaged during the war. Bidding my friends and classmates farewell. I next visited Pans, where I found Gladys Remington, while down town shop- ping. She had been graduated from St. Luke's Hospital, where she had gone the spring after completing the course at Steamboat. Although she was not through school in time to be a Red Cross nurse in the trenches, she was now heat! nurse of the Red Cross Hospital in Paris. She was enthusiastic about her work, which was healing badly disfigured soldiers. This was no doubt as great a work or greater than taking care of them at first. She told me that Glcssner Stukev had gone to Denver Uni- versity and after her graduation she had gone to Italy as a mis- sionary. Gladys said that she is just the same girl, who was always doing something funny, making the rest of us laugh and. when Miss Gates would say. “You Senior girls are making too much noise, she would look up at her and smile, as much as to say, “VV hy, Miss Gates. 1 have done nothing.” Although she was now taking life seriously. Miss Glcssner was just the kind of a young woman to teach and help the children to walk in the paths of righteousness. I hat evening Gladys accompanied me to the theater. The Hungarian Dramatic Company was traveling through Europe playing I he Capture of the Kaiser.” Thousands of people were flocking to see this wonderful play, which was so greatly adver- tised. What was our surprise to find that the leading ladv was no other than Hazel Hallett. Immediately after the performance was over we went around to the stage door, but to our sorrow Hazel had already gone. In Liverpool whom should I meet but Admiral Poulson ( Wes. ) He had gone to Annapolis the summer after gradu- ating. After completing the. course there he was sent with the American fleet to the Dardanelles. “Wes,” bv diligent study, had figured out the wireless code of the Germans and hail learned that the Huns were about to destroy the fleet. He rushed to the Captain but he had gone ashore. “Wes” knew something must be done and quickly. So he took charge of the fleet. They had gone only a short distance when, in the verv place where the fleet had been anchored arose a huge geyser! The ocean had been mined by the enemy! He destroyed all the mines and anchored the fleet in the channel. lie had not only saved the

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Clasts ong “STEAMBOAT HIGH” Better than riches of worldly wealth is a heart always jolly. Beaming with happiness, hope and health. And warmed by love divine. But sweeter than kisses wc win by stealth Are the hours we give to folly. So. come, let us clink, but first let us drink One toast to our dear old school; “Here's to the land that gave us birth, Here's to the flag she flies; Here’s to her sons, the best on earth. Here’s to her smiling skies; Here's to the hearts which always mate. True as the stars above; Here’s to thee, when we graduate, Here’s to the school we love.” Oh. Steamboat High! Dear Steamboat High! This class will ne’er forget. That golden haze of student days is round about us yet. Those days of yore will come no more, But through our many years The thought of you. so good and true, Will fill our eyes with tears.