Riddle High School - Shamrock Yearbook (Riddle, OR)

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SENIOR HISTORY In the fall of 1935 thirteen freshmen entered the Riddle High School with high hopes and ambitions. They were-Alice Haun, Evelyn Ham-mersley, Annette Hart, Nola Jean Swartz, Marie Hausotter, Eugene Mellor, Jack Cornutt, James Phillips, Jack Moore, Vernon Eastman, Burnell Ball, Arthur Haun and Stanford Waterman, Although at first High School was rather strange for us, we soon became adjusted to it, but all looked forward with terror to the initiation ceremony performed by the upper classmen. When initiation came around, we lived through but had to adiT.it that eating worms was quite an ordeal. Most of the boys and girls managed to get on the volleyball and basketball teams the first year and since then have helped win several athletic award trophies in various tournaments. Our class had greatly diminished in size by the time the second year rolled around, but new ftembers joined, helping to fill the vacancies. We joined in our school work with renewed activity' and the year passed by all too sv iftly for us. Our two 'years as upper classmen were very busy ones. In addition to our work on the school paper and the Annual we helped out as much as possible in other school activities and many of the members of our class, because of their dramatic ability, were quite prominent in the High School plays. Some of the main events of the year for us were the Junior and Senior Banquet and the Proms, We have come through the four years of high school with flying colors and now are ready to step out into the world and meet life’s problems independently. The students who are to graduate are: Annette Hart, Evelyn Hammersley; Marie Hausotter, Jack Cornutt, Jack Moore, James Phillips, Eugene Mellor, Pat Becker, and Dick Hausotter,

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CLASS OF ”39 Some classes are like a rocket red That burst with a blinding flash. They soar aloft and light the sky Then fall to earth and crash. It is not the same with us we know; We are made of sterner stuff. We’ll fight and win and fight again; Wo will never cry enough. The days pass by, the weeks go on. Long years will come and go. The world will soond at eventide And watch the passing show. The Master pauses at His work, From His easel lifts His hund, A hush falls over the soleion world, All things await His command. When that day comes may we be found At the close of our journey’3 end With life’s reward and happiness And all mankind our friend. May we have come with banners high To the evening of our days. Our faith unchanged, our he; d3 erect As we journeyed along our ways. When night comes down with a mellow glow, As the rays of the setting sun May we have His face before us then, And hear His low, ”Well done.” Chester Cook