Dallas High School - Dragon Yearbook (Dallas, OR)

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JUNIOR CLASS

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THE PERISCOPE Page 20 Sept. 25 Oct. 1 Oct. 18 II. ilj. . Calendar. We all “come back.” Freshmen-short pants-green looks. “Say, do you know.” “Of course not I’m a Junior.” Nov. 4 D. H. S. has a slight misunderstanding in the football score with Nov. 6 Nov. 17 Nov. 27 Nov. 30 Silverton. Wanted. Name for “New Pup.” Senior class program one grand success. Mr. Dunkelberger ill. Gobble! Gobble! Gobble! Also D. H. S. puts Indians to sleep to the tune of 12 to 7. Dec. 6 Dec. 13 Dec. 20 Dec. 24 Miss Owens absent? ! ! ? ? Don’t worry-the Grippe. Senior slide for life. Zip! “Do your Christmas shopping early.” Edgar Winters hangs up his loud socks, Santa mistook them for alarm clock so he sneaked away. Dec. 26 Jan. 2 Jan. 3 Jan. 5 Jan. 12 Jan. 14 Jan. 19 Jan. 25 “Nobody home” Elmer makes his resolution to leave the girls alone. Resolution broken. 9 A. M. Seniors get banner. 6:30 P. M. Exit same. Use the soft pedal here. Bellfountain succumbs by score of 34 to 11. Mysterious whisperings in the Senior room. Result of above--Senior Party-eats guarded by fierce canine. Roughneck Day. Seniors curiously conspicuous. Jan. 29, 30, 31 Midterms. Brainstorms; Feb. 13 Feb. 15 Feb. 20 Feb. 23 Mar. 5 Skirts High! Senior mascot appears in the form of Phelix Phlicker. Crepe on Senior door. Cruel monster devours our mousie. Gym Bubble bursts. Water on second deck. No lives lost. “In the spring a young man’s fancy” lightly turns to thoughts of marbles. Mar. 28 “Peg O’ My Heart” a great success. April 3 Two Senior boys leave for “Front.” April 10 Fay with downcast looks “There’s a reason.” April 16 Many faces missing. Reason. Vancouver. April 25 Girls strong for military training. April 28 Mysterious signs in the Senior room. May 2 Candy soldiers appear. “Everybody loves a soldier.” May 9 Advice given free by a senior. Subject: How to save yourself from ‘flunking’ in exam’s. “Don’t take it.” May 28 June 2 Excruciating painful week. No remarks. The world will soon be a 100 per cent better. Seniors about to be released. June 8 We’re off.

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the periscope Page 24 £ ’opltont0re Class Jtiistnnj. When the class of 1919 entered Dallas High School, they were distinguished by their meek, quiet and obedient manners and especially for their respect shown to their upper class men. The officers were, Irving Balderree, president; Lowell Simpson, vice president; Jamie Farmer, secretary; Beatrice Springstein, treasurer; Elwyn Craven, editor of the class paper the “Banzai.” Breaking away from the usual custom of Freshmen in choosing green for their class colors, they chose blue and gold. This class was well represented in the two literary societies of the high school and have really become famous in furnishing such splendid material for the football team. As Sophomores they are considered a jolly “bunch” who are not afraid to show their high school spirit and are noted especially for their “pep” when it comes to a basketball game. This class is to be complimented also upon their literary and musical talents but they should strive to make a better standing on the honor roll than they have previously done. Nevertheless they are an “all-around” good class and will prove themselves very desirable companions of the coming Seniors after the sad departure of the present senior class. The officers for this year are, president, Ray Dale Brock; class editor, Dale Brock. Gohrke; secretary and treasurer, Fay E. Barber, 17. ¥ ¥ ¥ Lucile and Jamie found themselves seated next to each other at a dinner party and immediately became confidential. “Georgia told me that you told her that secret I told you not to tell her” whispered Jamie. “Oh. isn’t she a mean thing,” gasped Lucile, “why I told her not to tell you.” “Well,” returned Jamie, “I told her I wouldn’t tell you she told me, so don’t tell her I did.” Beneath the calm sunset we stood and her head She raised with her eyes full of wonder Those clouds go to where? And so shyly I said My love, they are going to thunder. William Young had a terrible dream. He dreamed someone stole his watch. He arose and found it just going. Nell Southworth. “Do you believe in signs?” Echo Balderree. “Well, I don’t know, the fire alarm went off three times while the minister was preaching Ernest McCallon’s funeral service.”