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

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 Introducing Prof. O. A. Saunders New Superintendent of S. S. H. S.

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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.

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STEAMBOAT SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL ’23 and “Boys’ A. A.,’’ Myrna Davis. Miss Scales spoke concerning “Our Schools,” Mr. Allin, “Our Educa- tion;” Mr. Thompson, “Our Advancement,” and Dr. Willett gave an excellent talk upon athletics. Clever black crescent-shaped programs marked with a gold S. S. H. S. had already been distributed among the guests, and dinner being finished every- one was presented with a rose as a favor and ad- journed into the next room. Here they found many of their friends already assembled and soon the or- chestra struck up a lively number. The remainder of the evening was spent in dancing. One special feature was several “moon light” dances heartily enjoyed by the merry-makers. --------S-------- OUR SCHOOL MATE On the afternoon of January 19th, just as school was out, the boys and girls of Steamboat High were shocked to hear of the death of Anna Barbara Long, one of the Junior girls. Anna was always active in school and ready to help in any way. She will be missed not only by the Junior class, but by the entire school. Her lessons are over, her tasks all are done, And closed are her books, to be opened no more; One place now is vacant, one sweet face is gone, Yet, in memory we see that bright smile of yore. With a sigh and a tear, we bade her good-bye, Though the love in our hearts, we know ne’er shall cease. To the roll-call she’s answered, in Heaven on high, Where joy-bells are ringing of gladness and peace. —E. C. ’23. --------S-------- Mrs. Follett—Lela, are you entertaining Web- ster? Lela—No, just talking. Taking it on High Saling, Sailing JOLLY JUNIOR’S JUBILEE “The spookiest time of all the year It's Hallowe’en when you have much fear With much pleasure and delight On November 4th, we you invite To attend the best party of all the year. At the hour of eight be sure to appear. So sang the Juniors. And they proceeded to make their party as unique and entertaining as pos- sible by decorating the gym with gay streamers and brilliant lanterns. The spookiest” spooks imagin- able prowled about in the halls and dark corners, lending a truly Hallowe’en-like atmosphere to the occasion. Good music was provided and the evening was spent in dancing. All heartily enjoyed the appropriate refresh- ments, consisting of pumpkin pie and hot coffee. (The punch served later in the hall was decidedly refreshing.) Altogether the class of ’24 certainly kept up their reputation as entertainers. WELL CHOSEN In Egypt lived a god of yore, Who tv the sacred onion swore. He chose the proper garden growth— We think h? swore a good strong oath. ---------------S-------- Miss Miles—We borrowed 0”r numerals from the Arabs, o”r calendar from the Romans. Can anyone t’unV of any other examples? Bill Wright—Our lawn mower from the Smiths, and our baby carriage from the Joneses. Mr. Thomoson (in Commercial Law — Tames, if Jule said that yo owed him $5.00 and you de- nied him a d he said he would lick you, what would you do? James—I’d pay him.