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

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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

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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 we have put forth to accomplish this end, and share with us the triumph of success. We know that you are expecting great things of us in the years to come. God grant that you be not disappointed, that your pride and faith in us be not diminished! Life can hold no greater comfort than to know that wherever we may go, whatever may befall us, your love will still be true. Tonight is Commencement. Let none mark Finis across his paths of advancement. Whether or not we enter college our education has just be- gun. Every day, every hour holds some great les- son for the one who will but learn. Life’s school day is a long and busy one. There are all manner of exercises to be done, and tasks not only for the head, but hand and heart as well. Oftimes we do not arrive at the desired result and must begin all over again, multiplying our efforts and adding our most earnest endeavors until it is at last attained. Seldom are we granted a recess, but often we are allowed hours of pleasant recreation. -Innumerable are the subjects from which we may select our course, and great is the reward for him who never fails in the test. It is not until the silent master Death bids us lay our books aside that we can say our studies are ended. This is but the Commencement. What a won- derful word, filled with all the hope, freshness, and promise of a new unsullied day. May this be the commencement of the life work of sixteen noble and upright men and women. To such young citi- zens as the class of ’23 from S. S. H. S. is America looking for her strength and support. Upon each and every one of us rests the responsibility of mak- ing this world a brighter and a better place. The possessor of wisdom who does not put his know- ledge into practice is like the miser who hides his gold. Every soul has its own individual talent. O, that not one of these be buried or tied in a nankin, but used to the benefit of man and the glory of God. Now we bid farewell to the golden days which shall never be forgotten. The parting brings a sigh but we remember, “It is not for school, but for life we learn.” ---------S-------- SMART SENIOR SET GIVE PARTY If you don’t think the Seniors aie a jolly bunch you should just have been a little bird and peeped into the gymnasium on Friday night, April 28. The occasion of all the merriment was a small impromp- tu party at which the girls of the class entertained the Senior boys, post graduates and several faculty members. Everyone joined heartily in a score of wholesome old games. “A little nonsense now and then. Is relished by the best of men.” At ten thirty the most scrumptious ice cream, cake and coffee was served to all present, after which the musicians of the class produced their in- struments and another pleasant hour was spent in dancing. THE SENIORS OF ’23 Unfortunately the rope of social freedom was somewhat tightened when the Seniors entered that highly respected class in ’22. Mr. Thompson evidently came to the conclusion that a Senior could be as unruly as any of them if they were permitted. From the time that we were green Freshies, we looked at the Seniors with a jealous envy. And only with the thought that we would be Seniors some day could we moderate our indignation. And so, kind Reader, we solicit your sympathy for our sorrow and may you never have to withstand such a heartbreaking experience. As a whole we have had a very successful school year with just a few trivial eruptions which may be the natural outcome of Mr. Thompson’s strict discipline. If so we indorse his new system. Another misfortune which befell the class of ’23 was the loss of three of our most prominent mem- ners. John Vvither went to Boulder and won high honors for that school as a debater. Frederick Met- calf left us early in the year to seek further edifica- tion in Denver. He also won distinction as a de- bater and was later elected captain of his team. Let us hope they may never clash, because it would il- lustrate an irresistable force meeting an immovable object. The third, Willa Danks, who was so artis- tically feminine, is apparently setting a new social standard in the Capital City. The Seniors were fortunate in having such a good faculty, who so willingly cooperated with us in any undertaking, and will here endeavor to ex- press our gratefulness to the individual members: To Mr. Thompson we extend our appreciation for his fertile counsel. We thank Mr. Epler for his cooperation in de- veloping athletics. We are grateful to Miss Miles for her super- vision and aid in our entertainment, for which rea- son we were so highly successful. We appreciate Mrs. Thorne’s sympathetic in- terest in the Seniors who were in hopes of graduat- ing without taking the finals. And to Miss Nslson whose characteristic is “looking on” makes us hesitate to assert. -E. J. ---------S------- DIDJA EVER SEE A ORTERMOBILE? One dark and Willys-Knight a Pathfinder set out to locate where the Chevrolet, and on this trip he was forced to Ford the Hudson and Dodge Overland in his rush to make a Paige in history; with a load of Saxon. He was struck by a Pierce- Arrow and knocked Cole. ---------S------- Epler (at Progressive)—Are you the young lady who took my order? Waitress—Yes, sir. Epler—You’re still looking well. How are your grandchildren?