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

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 SENIOR CLASS Front Row (left to right)—Elnora Chesterm'n (Jackie). “No you mustn’t.” Leslie Neiman (Les). “I should snicker.” Grace Furlong (Gracio s). “Where do we go from here, kid?” Mable Acton (Dolly). Oh! boy.” Mary Long. Oh! for crying out loud.” Daisy Larey (Kid). “I’ll see you in church.” Middle Row (left to right)—Edward Davis (Chub). What do you say, kiddo.” George Steele (Pidgie). “Boy, I'm rushin’ a keen one tonight ” Donald Moss (Don). “Say kid, pipe down. Verner Thomas (Gentleman James). “Say, pull in your neck.” Eric Jackson (Jack). “Har, Har. Back Row (left to right)—Webster See (Web). “Shave, or a hair cut?” Hugh Matthews (Hughie). “Hello, hotlips, shake.” Theodore Larson (Ted). “Ye Gods.” William Harris (Charley). That beats me.” CLASS HISTORY, ’23 (Clarence Patterson) Did you ever recall the day you entered High School? How you stalked through the halls look- ing for your room? Then when you found it, how you stumbled in about five or ten minutes late? I believe I will always remember that day, for I walked at least five miles up one hall and down the other. But after we reached our first destination we found it to be more strange than anything else we had yet encountered I can see Mr Remy now, as he labored to convince us that X plus Y equals Z. We had ambitions as all Freshmen do. And I am glad to say that some of those ambitions have been realized. The records show that as Fresh- men we had more students on the Honor Roll each month than any other class. We have kept this record more or less all through High School and as a result our Valedictorian has an average of 97.1 per cent. This is exactly 1 per cent higher than any student previous. Of course as Sophomores we settled down and took life more seriously. Under the careful instruc- tion of Mr. Young we learned how to bisect a right triangle. As for our knowledge of English we ex- press our extreme gratitude to Miss Schlessman. It was with her that we learned about The Raven” and other important works. But what we looked forward to most was the study of Caesar, his bloody wars and deadly language. This was also the first year we had encountered real discipline. Mr. Young was very determined to have a quiet study, and it seems as though his favorite method of attaining this desire was to take down names during the day of those who had been caught whispering. Then all the victims were re-

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 STEAMBOAT SPRINGS BATH HOUSE AND OPEN AIR POOL

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 quired to remain after school until a memory gem had been well learned and recited. More than one evening the casualty list included almost all the pu- pils enrolled. How proud we felt in ’22, Juniors, yes Junions or upper classmen as it were. Of course our inten- tions were to give the best Junior banquet that had yet been recorded in the annals of the history of Steamboat High. With Miss Miles as our sponsor and careful advisor, we feel that we did not miss our intentions far. Our banquet was given under the careful supervision of the Order of Eastern Star. After which was a dance in the Masonic hall. All present reported a most enjoyable evening. Two members of our class distinguished them- selves as good public speakers, by entering the Ora- torical and Declamatory contests, both won points for the track team. With Mr. Thompson still our superintendent we began our Senior year. We found that our num- ber had decreased from 32 in our Freshman year to 16. We were very sorry to learn that John Wither was going to attend Boulder Prep. He was not only a prominent member of the class but also an apt student, so it is hard for us to express just how much we miss him. But we are glad for his sake, because he has done excellent work at that institu- tion. Later in the year two more highly esteemed members of our class—Willa Danks and Frederick Metcalf—left us to attend school in Denver. At the beginning of the term Frederick was our president, and since his departure Grace Furlong has capably filled that office. The other officers of our class are Eric Jackson, treasurer and Daisy Larey, secre- tary. Our Senior year has proven to be the hardest year of all. In addition to our work we have con- tinued to publish the school paper, which was be- gun last year, and we also are putting out an An- nual. We wish to thank the Juniors for publishing the April edition of the paper, for at that time we were busy with our play. The play we chose was “The Country Doctor.” The play cast practiced faithfully and deserves much credit. Of course, you will agree with us that it was the best play ever given bv members of Steamboat High. Now tb°t we h ve finished High School, we are going o”t into the world, perhaps to its seven cor- ners. Wc know not what we will meet, but we do know that we will never forget those days of glad- ness that we soent in Steamboat High. ---------S------- CLASS PHOPHECY (Edward Davis) It was in 1933. My old classmate, Webster See, who had become known to fame as “the great- est electrical genius of the age,” was showing me thru the laboratory of the electrical manufacturing company of which he was president. “Here is my pet,” he said, as we entered a small room partitioned off from the main laboratory. “It is the See Wireless Telephone. I got the final pat- ent on it last year.” “What can you do with the wireless telephone now that your improvements have been added?” I asked. You will probably remember that about ten years ago, when the public was using the wireless telephone, the principal use it was being put to was to enable people to listen in their own homes to con- certs, sermons, lectures and the like, which were being delivered many miles away. “The main difficulty with the wireless telephone has been that of not being able to call up any par- ticular party. There was no privacy. Anybody within radius of the sending telephone could listen in at will. “The improvements that I have invented over- come both of these difficulties. Now you may call any person you desire and nobody but the person you are talking to can hear what you are saying.” I looked at him with pride. I had been in the same graduating class in High School with him ten years ago and now he was called the second “Edi- son.” It was enough to make anybody proud. And as I looker at him I sighed and murmered, “Just ten years ago.” “What was that you said?” he asked. “I was just thinking about the time we were on the platform together back in Steamboat Springs in 1923, and just look where you are now.” “You flatter me,” he said. “Oh, I know how modest you are but seeing what a success you have been I just wonder what the rest of the class are doing?” “Would you like to know,” he asked. “I surely would. If only I knew what they are doing I would be very much pleased,” I replied. “We can call all of them up on the telephone and see,” he added. “Why, they are scattered all over the country, it would take too long to get them,” I reminded him. “Oh, no, it wouldn’t, I can get them in five min- utes with my wireless telephone. What do you say, shall we call them up?” he replied. “Why, of course, if you are sure you can get them ” I said somewhat doubtfully. “All right, we will. Now just sit down here at the table and I will adjust this ear niece. Now speak plainly. Yov do not have to talk loud, but ’list i an ordinary tone, but be sure and talk into this phone.” “Whom shall we talk to first,” he asked. “Oh. let me see, I mused. “Oh, I have it. We will call up Donald Moss.” “All right,” he replied. He pushed two buttons and in a moment I heard Donald’s voice. “Hello. This is Moss talking. Who is it?” “This is Chub Davis of the old class.” “Well! Well! It sure is good to hear you voice. How is everything?” “Oh, I am doing fine. I am at the head of the famous Moss and Black Minstrel Show. We are playing in Paris now. You remember Grace Fur-