Dallas High School - Dragon Yearbook (Dallas, OR)

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D. H. S. PERISCOPE THE ORANGE AND THE BLACK Independence seens to favour A maroon and gold design; While the kids of Eonraouth tack on A white and murole sign; These are fox; 'combinations, But I'll out uo all ray stack On old Dallas as defender Of the Orange and the Black Through the four long years of high school Ilidst the scenes roe love so vrell Where the mystic charms of 'nov,ledge, We vainly seek to soell Though vre win athletic victories On football, field or track, It Trill air rye be for Dallas nnd the Orange and the Black. V hen our high school days are over We may roan these halls no ore. Still their presence ’’'ill be v'ith us, Tho1 .'e roam the ''hole r orld o'er; And whatever our successes We'll in memory go back To those happy days In Dallas 'Neath the Orange and the Black. —Glenn Brock '14

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D. H. S. PERISCOPE STAFF Editor--Doris Riggs Manager—Helen File Assistants—Marguerite ’Yeigant, Theone Foster Poet—Fred McFetridge Artist—Ethelyne Gayman Snaps—Bettjr Crider, Jack George Will—Lydia Tiebe, Joe Card, Geraldine Schultz Proohecy--Kenneth McCubbins • History—Alfred Larson, Velna Farris, Lois York, La Vonne Carr Faculty--Dorothy Palmer, Stanley Holloway Individual Activities--Leona Digby, Jack Laing Horoscone--Thomas Starbuck, LdIs Ralston Athletics--Robert ? oodman, Merle Plummer, Jack George, Elsie Plett, Lenthal Conlee, Daniel Abel, Carl May Contests—Albert Klassen, Ivan Ickes Activities--Har=cuerite ’Yeigant, Olive Russell, Dorothy Larson Alma T-iebert High Lights—June Schneider, Esther Heufeld, Laura TTiebert Esther Myers, Mae Campbell, Evelyn McDonald, Yioiet Larson, Lewis Detzel Mimeographing--Advanced Typing Class Adviser--Miss Betty A. Jelinek

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D. H. S. PERISCOPE GRADUATION Fur four long years beneath this roof We’ve toiled, and lived, end learned. Within these walls a thousand times We've fought for knowledge earned. And every day from eight till two, Within this school we’ve been. B t now that our four ye; rs are through, We’d like to start again. Since thirty-one r.-'ve battled up; No rest to ho-js or wicks.’ And now we go to earn our liv s, This class of thirty-six. MY TASK The poet has boon an unfortunate man 3vor since the time when time bo rn. With the cruel critics heartless Jting, And changing stylos and everything. As poet I’ve suffered many a. grief, Far beyond the layman's belief, But the v orst that over came to pass Was writing a -Doom for thu Senior Class: