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

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 long. Well, she is here now. You know, we were married in 1925. I’ll let her speak to you.” ‘‘Why Grace Furlong is married to Donald Moss and is coming to the phone now,” I exclaimed. “What?” ejaculated Webster. ‘‘Surest thing you know,” I answered. “Oh, here she is now. Why, hello, Grace, I hope you will let me call you by your first name, even if you are a married woman. How are you?” A musical voice came to my ears. “Oh, why surely. You know I am having a wonderful time going on these trips with Donald. Well, I hear Donald Junior crying so will have to say goodbye.” “Now, who next?” I asked. “Oh, let's hear from Mary Long,” he replied as he pushed one button. I heard a noise as if some one was falling down stairs, then a very excited voice came to me, “Who is it?” the voice exclaimed. “Oh. Chub Davis. This is unexpected. Oh, the noise, that was Robert falling down stairs. Oh, yes. I have seven, four boys and three girls Well, will have to see if it hurt him. Call again. Good- bye.” Let’s call Hugh Matthews next,” I remarked All right,” answered Webster, pressing an- other button. 4 “Hugh Matthews talking. Chub Davis! Why, how are you? Fine, that's good. Oh, I have an orchestra playing in the leading theatre here. I’m in Chicago. Well, I have to hurry up for the night performance. Good night.” The next one we called up was Elnora Chester- man. “Oh, so this is Chub Davis. Why, I am at the head of a school for girls in Los Angeles. Well I have to give a lecture right away, so will say goodbye.” How about calling up Eric Jackson now,” said Webster. Fine,” I answered. Webster pressed a button and soon I heard Eric's voice. Oh, glad to hear from you. Oh, yes, I am a consulting lawyer for a large firm here in New York. Come out and see me some time. Well, I have to look after the details of a railroad merger and was just going out to see about it. Goodbye.” Now, how about Daisy Larey?” I said. Webster pressed a button again and soon we heard Daisy’s voice. “Why, who is this? Oh! Yes, I am doing fine. I am dean of women at Boulder. And Leslie is at Fort Collins. She is dean of women there.” “Now, let’s call Theodore Larson.” “Yes, this is Mr. Larson speaking. Chub! Why, I am president of Boston Technical College and doing fine. Will have to say goodbye as I have not much time. Oh, yes, Verner Thomas is here, too. He is professor of Mathematics.” “Who next?” I asked. “Why Harold Ratcliff,” Webster answered. A woman’s voice answered this time. “Why, I don’t allow Harold to talk over the phone—Am very sorry but it can’t be helped.” We received the same answer when we tried for William Harris. “Let’s call Mabel Acton now,” I said. To our call a voice answered which I recogniz- ed as Mabel’s. “Yes, this is Mabel. Oh, I am married and com- fortably settled. Oh, there goes the bab crying again. I suppose the nurse dropped him. I will have to see. Goodbye. “Why, there is Clarence Patterson to call yet,” I reminded Webster. “Oh, yes, he answered. “This time a woman’s voice answered. Mr. Patterson? Yes he is in. I'll call him.” “Hello, this is Mr. Patterson speaking. Oh, you. Why, I am in a deal to buy three large banks here in San Francisco. I have three million in the deal my- self. Will have to say goodbye.” Is that all?” I asked. “Yes, I think so, replied Webster. “Oh, look at the time I have an important engagement in half an hour. Would like to talk more but can’t. Come back again some time and we will call up again.” --------S--------- CLASS WILL (Eric Jackson) Knowing full well that we are fast approaching our end and realizing that our vast and valuable possessions may lead to bitter contentions among those who may desire to be our heirs, we have con- cluded to dispose of our large estate by this, our last will and testament. The largest and most important of our belong- ings is advice, and it is our wish that it be taken in equal shares by the Freshmen, Sophomores and Juniors. Our advice to all of them is to keep ever before them the shining example of the illustrious class of 1923 and to strive in every way to emulate that most brilliant and remarkable of all the classes that ever have and ever will pass through the school. Of course, in the very nature of things, no succeeding class can ever hope to attain the heights we have reached, but let them all aim at our record. They may congratulate themselves if they come within several miles of it. Let our successors hitch their wagon to a star, as Emerson advises. We will be their star, and we have no wagons to leave. To our teachers we leave our sincere thanks for all that they have done for us. We also leave them our sympathy, for we know that life will never be the same for them once we have departed. Never again will they have a class like ours, never again will they be overjoyed with brilliancy such as we displayed throughout our entire course. From now on they will have to be satisfied to teach classes of ordinary intelligence, classes like the present Jun- iors, Sophomores and Freshmen. Once in a life- time teachers meet a class like ours—and only once. We weep for you, dear teachers, we really do. Just imagine trying to teach those Juniors, who are silly

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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-

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 enough to think that they will be capable of suc- ceeding us as Seniors next September! To the school board we also bequeath our sin- cere thanks for their part in our education. We re- alize that the comforts and conveniences we enjoy- ed while in school were provided for us by the board, acting for the community. To the school itself we leave our brilliant rec- ord with the recommendation that there be set up in front of the school a large stone monument on which shall be carved our names and a complete statement of the record we have made for ourselves. The purpose of this is not to advertise ourselves, but to honor the school. Everybody who sees the monument will know that Steamboat High School is ',’ e institution which produced the great Class of 1923 and thus the school will become renowned throughout the world. To the school we also leave the suggestion that the seats we occupied and the desks we used be put in one room, which shall be a museum of our relics for posterity to gaze at with awe and rev- erence. Strangers would come from all parts of the world to see this museum and an admission fee of 25 cents charged each would bring ample funds to pay all the expenses of running the school. To the school books which tormented us so long and so insistently we leave our heartiest maledic- tions. We have triumphed over those malicious books in the end; we are free at last. But we can- not forget the many hard hours of toil and worry they caused us when we might have been having a much more enjoyable time doing something else. The only satisfaction we can derive from a contem- plation of those confounded old books is the know- ledge that they will plague those conceited Juniors just as viciously next year. That’s one small crumb of comfort, anyhow! To the shrieking bells which summoned us to class so often we bequeath our scorn. Let them ring! No more will they be our masters! Four long years were we their slaves, answering their every call, obeying every sound they made. Often, with Poe, have we cried: “Hear the loud alarm bells— Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek. Out of tune.” To our audience here this evening, we bequeath our congratulations on the fact that they have had the good fortune to be present at the class day ex- ercises of the great Class of 1923. The memory of this evening will be something for every person here to hand down to posterity. In years to come it will be a mark of distinction for anyone to be able to say that he or she was a member of the audience at these exercises. VALEDICTORY (Elnora Chesterman) Teachers, Schoolmates, Parents and Friends: The twentieth graduating class of Steamboat Springs High School is before you. As others from this same sheltered nook have stepped boldly out to climb the hills of life we now begin the ascent. Like the fledgling, eager to try his wings, yet pausing half reluctantly upon the edge of the old home-nest, we would linger to bid a last adieu to those we must leave behind. Dear Faculty, I fear that we can scarcely realize the debt of gratitude we owe to your labor and guidance. But as life’s pages open to us, we shall come to know more and more the importance of the part you have played in the shaping of our destinies. The knowledge we have gained under your faithful instruction will through all the years be a priceless possession which nothing can take from us. To vou has been committed that most sacred of trusts, the training of human minds and hearts. Oh, that all might discharge their duty as wisely and as well. For our prosperous voyage we would also thank the Board of Education. We appreciate the effort made and the interest taken by these loyal men, who have often turned aside from their own business and private affairs, to set our sails and guide our craft. No shin can sail smoothly unless it be steered by steady seamen. With such pilots at the helm may old Steamboat ever bear on toward the harbor of Success. We gaze into the well-known faces of our com- rades and school mates. “Tis hard to part when friends are dear, Perhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear.” We almost wish that we might mingle forever in these familiar halls, made dear by tender asso- ciations and fond recollections, as children together. But it is only a momentary desire, a fleeting fancy. We must move onward to make room for those who are to follow us. It is right it should be thus, for as they come to fill our places here, we go to fill the places of other men and women in the great world outside. We must remember that the pur- pose of the cHld is to become a man. the purpose of the school is to fit him to cope with the world Beth are means to an end, not ends in themselves. Dear Pals and Playmates, let us say to you, be meiry and enjoy these carefree hours while they are yours, but do not forget that you are laying the foundation upon which your entire lives shall be builded. The principles yon maintain, the habits vou form, the attitude you take here, will make or mar your futures. Our earnest desire is that when your ho’ r comes to take this great step, you will be as well—aye even better—prepared to meet life’s battles than we are tonight. It is to you, loving parents and kind friends, who make this evening a crowning event in our lives. What honor to wear the laurels if there is none to witness? What joy to win if no one cares? Your presence shows that you appreciate the effort which