Coquille High School - Laurel Yearbook (Coquille, OR)

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q So Sjc) g - • ■ £ 6 ■ £ V. V- V V V 3 w SENIOR WILL E, the Senior Class of ’25, as our high school career draws to an ending, realize that we should leave behind some of our good looks, good habits, or bad habits, and ability to study, that we have gained during the four short years here. We deem it necessary to leave them in good hands so we make this our last will and testament: To the Juniors, we will our most cherished class room. To the Sophomores, we will our ability to study, and our love for the Juniors. To the Freshmen we will our dignity, ability to keep out of trouble, and our good looks. I, Earl Rice, do leave to Lester Wilson, my knowledge of physics. I, Tyler Walker, do bequeath my job as business manager to Clarence Barton. 1, Lewis Donaldson, do will my ability to yell, to Rolen Musgrove. I, Frank George, do leave my love for the girls to Wayne Robinson. I, Wilfred Laird, do will to Edward (Bo) Johnson the managership of the Laurel. I, Lyle Beyers, turn over all the student body cash to Zed Finley I, Cora Staninger, do solemnly bequeath my good conduct at all times to Bernice Alpine. I, Gladys Peart, do leave my tortoise shell glasses to Eleanore Wilson. I, Violet Shuck, do will my quietness in all study halls to Billy Kay. I, Walter Paulson, do will my white sweater and worn car to Ross Kistner. I, Art McAdams, do will my dislike for geometry to Clarence Bean. I, Margaret Beyers, bequeath my ability to keep still when I am told to do, to Ruth Philpott. 1, Mary Watson, do will to Clara Brockman my sly way of making news travel. I, Layton Nosier, will my ability to be the star in all athletics to LeNorme Pownder. 1, Marian Norton, will my weakness for studying to Robert Cotton. 1, Marguerite Hersey, do bequeath my glowing red hair to Velma Gheer. I, Lena Pinkston, will my ability to play basket ball to Irene Moore. I, Eleanor Foley, will to James Agostine my high standing as an English scholar. V J, i v

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Jsa r.a. sp W w, V 'Oh w V 6 ’C ' 6i V W V, 3 id d id ij u id tr g!s week.” Of an Old Maids’ home, abusing and hating all men; Eugene Laird, Harry Varney, met untimely death, They waxed too eloquent and soon ran out of breath; Avis Hartson, manicurist, runs a parlor fine; Here Simmons, Epps, Johnson, spend most of their time.” There came a pause, all was very, very still, I opened my eyes one thing to ask, if his highness willed; ”0 Great Spirit, of my fate I now should like to know,” “Oh! that’s another story,” and he vanished with the blow, I rose and plodded onward, on my tired and weary way, Pondering over what I’d heard the King of Spirits say, Now should anyone take this to heart, or get to feeling blue. Just remember ’tis a tale that I’ve told to you. Clare Lehmanowsky ’25 JUST AS IT SHOULD BE I’m popular when they’re studying, I’ve a lot of vim and pep; ’Cause I work the whole day through— And I never lose my rep. Ah! The girls, they smile at me. The boys, they frown, and sigh; There’s n’er a playful prank you see, That passes by my sight. If I could only tell my thoughts, Of all the secrets I could tell, ’Bout girls who flirt with glances oft’, And boys who receive them well. But of such things I’ll never tell, Although my voice n’er ceases to sound. I’m nothing but the faithful, old—well The clock that ticks the whole, day, round. Mr. Cramer: “How was iron first made?” Lyle: “I think, Mr. Cramer, they smelt it.” j Allen: “There’s a certain question I’ve wanted to ask you for a Maxine: “Well hurry up. I’ve had the answer ready for months.” GY3 w Yd Yd Yd W Yd Yd d Yd V Yd V V Yd V Yd Yd y ■j id Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd d d d d i V Yd Yd LAM n»MU»¥ja

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325N eA9 0(9 a gg £ g g' €■ £■ £■ 5 g- C- v qAd I, Iva Baker, do bequeath my Literary Editorship of the Hi Times to Garnet Steward. 1, George Belloni, will my interest in a certain person in Bandon to Marion George. I, Verril McCurdy, will my bird-like voice to Herman Floten. I, Maxine Paulson, do bequeath to Lois Morrison my ability to look intelligent even if I don’t do anything. Gp W Si W w Xi Yrf W V 'I V y V J Si si Si A i i Si SJ v - . V Si I, Hal Howell, do solemnly bequeath my interest in the Freshman room to Arthur Pulford. I, Myrtle Clayton, will to Alice Collier my debating ability. I, Evelyn Oerding, will my love for American History to Margaret Bell. I, Lola Ball, will to Marvin Hawkins, my privilege as a Senior to go and come as I please around school. I, Allen Young, do will my literary talent to Hadley Curts. i, Mary Esther Johnson, bequeath to Katherine Peart my sensible way of studying my lessons. 1, Hazel Epps, do bequeath my old gray horse, that carries me to school, to Fern Houdyshell, because I know she will take good care of him. 1, Mabel Barnes, will to Frances Nosier, my very quiet way. 1, Eugene Laird, do bequeath to Rupert Pownder my ability to smile even though I am in trouble. I, Harry Varney, do will to Jean Young my squeaky old violin. i V i V V V V V 4 £ V V V Xi i Si Xi Si Xi V V V V w V v , w Xi Xi I, Avis Hartson, do bequeath my pleasant smile to Marian Mus-grove. I, Harold Simmons, do leave my ability to run to Marlin Brandon. 1, Gordon Epps, will to James Galbraith my slow gait, and ability to write well. 1, Elmer Johnson, will my place in the Senior class to John Seeley. I, Clare Lehmanowsky, do bequeath my ability to be at school on time to Mary Goodrich. In witness hereof; we the members of the Senior Class of One-Thousand-Nine-Hundred-Twenty-Five, fix our signatures and seal. Class of ’25 Clare Lehmanowsky ’25 Xi 'si Xi Xi V V w Xi jt jt jt w Harold Simmons: ‘1 just can’t understand this, it goes right, in 5,0 one ear and out the other.” Miss Druley: “No winder, you really should have something he- 's a) tween your ears to stop it.”