Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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Che id-winter Class of 1918 The Senior class of December, 1918, has left us, but we have not forgot- ten theml. They were a popular class in every branch of school life, and though small possessed hosts of friends. They have been unfortunate, or rather the vic- tims of circumstance in several ways. The flu greatly interfered with their work for graduation and they were obliged to fill an already busy time full to overflowing with nntiring endeavors. Then the Sequoia was abandoned, and their pictures consequently were not taken for the book. That is the reason their photographs are not now present in this magazine. lilut though we have no pictures of them, their memory will never leave us, and we often stop to give a loving thought to thy: Class of 1918.

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Graduates '18 llarold Fraser- I swear he is true-hearted. --Henry VIII. liffie llrisley- The hand that made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure Eldon Long- A A well-accomplished youth. -Loves Labour Lost. Frances Smith- 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. -Twelfth Night. Kenneth Stewart-- Your brain well furnished, and your tongue well taught To press with energy your ardent thought. -The Valediction. Lurline Freeman- Who, when occasion justified its use Had wit as bright and ready to produce. -Conversation. iloward Christy- Men honor him who noble deeds Hath nobly done. -The Court of Love. Dorothy Falk- Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart. -Wordsworth. John McCutcheon- Noble in nature. -Marino Faliero. Helen Ryan- She was a woman of a steady mind. -The Excursion. Edniund Chisholm- l low shall we rank thee upon glory's page ? -Epistle YH. Alice Rotermund- 'tSl1e looks as clear As morning roses newly washed with dew. llomer McGrath- , Metl1inks there is much reason in his sayings. -Julius Caesar. . lidna Loofburrow- You bear a gentle mind. -llenry VIH. Robert Johnston- As full of spirit as the month of May. -Henry IV. William Jamieson- ' Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. -Much Ado About Nothing.