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

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL 23 FRESHMAN CLASS First Row (left to right)—Inez Larson, Ethel Fleming, Alice Cross, Evelyn Welch, Evelyn Irwin, Bernice Fisher. Second Row (left to right)—Nellie Gray, Nellie Fahrion, Mildred Auter, Edith Strong, Stella May Clark, Gladys Whitney, Julia Stanko. Third Row (left to right)—Johnnie Fitzgerald, Annie Smith, Ilah Scovill, Christina Werner, Norma Nay, Winnie Barber. Fourth Row (left to right)—Alfred Maggard, Richard Fleming, Waldo Yonker, Omar Gayman, Clarence Fleming, Wright Peabody, William Sampson. Fifth Row (left to right)—John Steele, Emil Crumly, Clarence Schaefermeyer, James Crawford, Conrad Merrill.

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 giving season, was very unique and proclaimed a decided success. Several of our members are on the football and basket ball teams, and helped to win the victories of which Steamboat is so justly proud. We cannot close without a word in appreciation of our sponsor. Miss Miles. And yet, after all, there is little to say, for no words can do justice to our love and admiration of her. She has been a friend to all of us, good, kind and true. Perhaps the poet was thinking of her when he wrote: “A perfect woman, nobly planned. To warn, to comfort, and command.” In the Good Old Winter Time EFFECTIVE APPEAL (The following was given in English I. class as an example of effective appeal. It expresses the sentiment of the entire class.—Editor-in-Chief.) O father of Mercy and Love Look down from thy throne above And pity our sad condition, We have to speak just once a week And write a composition. —M. L. Salesman (to Johnnie Fitzgerald)—I should like to see your mamma. Is she engaged? Johnnie—I’ll see. I think she is married.—Life. --------S--------- (In Expression)—Hark! Do steady steps go by? Oliver—I'll bet they’re pigeon-toed. FAIR ENOUGH A plumber and a painter were working in the same house. The painter arrived late and the plumber said to him “You’re late this morning.” “Yes,” said the painter, ‘T had to stop and have a hair cut.” ‘‘You didn’t do it on your employer’s time, did you?” asked the plumber. ‘‘Sure I did,” said the painter, ‘‘it grew on his time.” -------S-------- First Black Lady—Dat baby ob yours am de puffick image ob his daddy. Second Black Lady—He suah am. He’s a regu- lar carbon copy. A colored pastor announced to his congrega- tion the following subject, “Brethern and sisters, I’se gwine to preach a powerful sermon his mornin’. I'se gwine to define the undefinable. I’se gwine to explain the unexplainable, and I’se gwine to un- screw the inscrutable.” -------S-------- “Waiter,” said Mr. Epler after waiting fifteen minutes for his soup, “have you been to the zoo?” “No, sir.” “Well, you ought to go, you’d enjoy watching the turtles whiz past.” -------S--------- Miss Nelson—Spell needle, Lillian. Lillian—N e i d 1 e—needle. “Wrong, there is no eye in needle.” “It isn’t a good needle then. -------s-------- If there should be another flood, for refuge, hither fly, For though all the world should be submerged, this book would still be dry. -------S-------- Breathes there a boy with soul so dead, that never to himeslf hath said, When he begins his morning flight, “I hope the school burned down last night.” -------S-------- Farmer—Have all the cows been milked? Dairy Maid—All but the American one. Farmer—Which one do you call the American one? Dairy Maid—The one that’s gone dry. —S----- Miss Miles (in Botany)—Irvin, go to the board and draw a cross section cf your bean. Willard—Th t ougut to be an easy matter, just make a hollow sphere, Irvin. -------S-------- Ivan T—Homer, do you know how far it is from one of your ears to the other. Homer R.—Nope, I never knew. Ivan—Just one block, of course. —S— Grace—George said that I am iust like a lemon. Eric—He’s right, you’re good squeezing.

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 KNOCKING THE KNOCKERS I’m no preacher nor reformer, And I fear I’ll never stand, ’Long side Socrates and Plato, In the philosophic band. I am just a simple human, Very common one at best, But I’ve got a little sermon That I must get off my chest. We have all heard times a-plenty, And its logic good and sound, That there hain’t no use a knocking’ On a fellow, when he’s downed. ’Tis a poor rule don’t work both ways. Does it sweeten Life's sour cup, To begin a constant kickin’. Bout the Other Boy that’s up? There’s a good old-fashioned sayin’, That comes oft into my mind, “If you cannot be a bell-cow. You had best fall in behind.” And again, “Don’t be too ready, If you’re leader of the herd, To get it into your head, Friend, That you are the only bird.” For remember that the fellow, Whom you now so far outshine. Might just beat you all to pieces, At something along his line. Boost your fellow creatues, Boost your school, and boost your town, You’ll get lots more satisfaction, Than if you just run ’em down. ’Course we must relieve our feelings, And I think we have a right, Sometimes to express opinions Of folks that don’t treat us white, So if you must rid your system, Of a little just reproof, Do your knockin’ in the celler. But your shoutin’ from the roof. And next time I’m caught a knockin’ Throwin’ slams and all that stuff, ’Cause someone does a thing too well, Or else not good enough, I hope some friend will oblige me, Just by kindly laying hold, Of a 6 ft. hard-wood fence post And proceed to KNOCK me cold. —E. C. ’23. ---------S-------- AN ODE TO LATIN They are all dead who wrote it; They are all dead who spoke it; They all must die who learn it; Oh happy death, they earn it. HIS FROGSHIP What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stand, he sit, almost. When he hop, he fly, almost. He ain’t got no sense, hardly. He ain’t got no tail, hardly, either. When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got, almost. --------S-------- INSULT “Th’ noive of that guy,” complained Jimmie, the office boy, “offerin’ me six dollars a week! Wot does he t’ink I am—a college graduate.” --------s-------- Dorothy—I think Jack is awfully tight. Grace—I don’t think so. Dorothy—I mean to dance with. --------S-------- TO THE FLAPPER Blessings on thee, little dame. Bareback girl with knees the same; With thy rolled down silken hose, With thy short transparent clothes; With thy red lips, reddened more, Smeared with lip stick from the store; With thy make-up on thy face, And thy bobbed-hair jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy— Glad that I was born a bov. TIT FOR TAT Blessings on thee, awkward lad, Simpering boy who follows fad; With thy trouser legs aflare And thy long and shaggy hair; With thy partly shaven face. Smeared with powder out of place; With glassy eyes and a vacant start, And vapid, sugar coated hair; You’ll never set my heart awhirl, I’m glad that I was born a girl. --------S-------- ECHOES There are battles lost and battles won In all climes in all kinds of weather. With the best of pals, when all’s said and done. There are times when they won’t stick together. The test doesn’t come while the fight it hot, And the war-clouds above darkly hover. What proves if a fellow’s a man or not Is just this, how he acts when it’s over. Here’s to the chap who will help to his feet, The same foe he in anger floored squarely; Here’s to the chap who can smile at defeat, And not whine he was beaten unfairly. If our minds are broad, and our hearts are big, As the smoke clears, our wrath will forsake us; We’ll shake on the treaty, with never a dig, And be better friends for the fracas. --------S-------- Chambermaid—I found seventy-five cents in your bed this morning, sir. Prof. Epler—Ah, my sleeping quarters.