Vernonia High School - Memolog Yearbook (Vernonia, OR)

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•JH .......[ V E R H I A X ]. ptesljman Class Qtstotp OX a bright September morning thirty-two shy youngsters entered V. H. S. to begin a four-year tour of High School. Since that time, a few have decided that the road to knowledge is too rough so have fallen by the roadside. Others have joined us and now we have a bright, lively bunch. The officers for the first semester were: Marshall Malmsten, President; Lora Smith, Vice-President: Opal Hall. Treasurer; Russell Mills, Secretary. For the second semester the officers were: Jessie George, President; Lora Smith, Vice-President; Dudley Spencer. Secretary-Treasurer. True, during the first week we freshies withered under the haughty looks of the sophisticated Sophomores, but we are no longer as green and innocent as we were. You see our initiation was a success although we liked the last part, which was the refreshments in the gym. Xow we have completed one-fourth of our journey. On April Fools evening we showed the future freshies how to have a good time, which precedes the hot time they will have next fall when they start their journey through V. H. S. Our roster for the year includes: Thresa Bays Muriel O'Conner George Corey Myrtle Van Blaricom John Hatten Elda Hale Lora Smith Carl Fowler Raymond Tichenor Dudley Spencer Louise Schmidlin Jessie George Amy Hughes Wilbur Bradley Reva Cook Orlene Counts Opal Hall Lena Wiles Jeneva Wright Edgar Wilson XTorman Pettijohn Leonard Malmsten Kenneth Whitsell Marshall Malmsten John Wardle Paul Voshell Percy Bergerson George Currie Frank Coburn Lewis Laramore Anna Rea Webster Ethel Wilson Gladys Krinick Herbert Heltzel Russell Mills Richard Peterson Mildred Staley Virgil Douglas Mr. Nash, our class advisor, has always “stuck by his babies and was a very attentive nurse during our initiative days. —21—

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FRESHMAN CLASS

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EE [ V E R H I A N ] .0 QEfje Slacker This Annual Staff has hit a rock. We need poetry and rimes But why pick one me—why this shock? I've asked a thousand times. Me write a poem !—oh 1 say. The idea seems quite wild When all the gang is dying to write. Why pick on this poor child? But the editor says it must be done. So everyone ready? Here goes! But shall it be on a feast of the wienie and bun Or the ‘‘Lure of the yellow Rose.” I’ve got to write something. It's the only way out. Say folks it’s time to go home! I won't miss my lunch if I do get balled out. And I ain’t gonna write no ole poem. —M. R. T. —22—