Vernonia High School - Memolog Yearbook (Vernonia, OR)

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GRACE CONDIT. Prrtidtnl Junior Class History WITH twenty-eight anxious and eager heads, the Junior Class stepped into the role of responsibility and pride September 3, 1929. which today’s seniors vacated May 17, 1929. The Juniors have endeavored to reach the high step in the ladder of scholarship, and they have been encouraged and inspired by their respected and able class advisor and principal, Mr. J. B. Wiikerson. Marking the custom of the preceding Juniors, they have put on the play, “Climbing Roses,” the cast consisting of talented pupils who took their parts well. As their contribution to the program for the annual high school carnival, they gave a one-act play entitled “The T resting Place.” To recall their golden rule days, many will have their rings. They have greatly aided in making the “Timber Line” an enjoyable part of their local newspaper. It is with pride that they point out the fact that one of their members is the assistant editor. Six of the boys in the class have taken active parts in football and have won their letters. Two have been on the basketball team. They have gone through trials, difficult studies, and scoldings together, but these have served not as a gulf to separate them, but as a link to bind them and their teachers the more closely together in friendship. —Inez Allman. Spring Now the misty clouds have lifted, And the sun is shining bright. Where the •winter snows were drifted, Flowers are peeping to the light. Everywhere the birds are singing; Everywhere the bees are humming. Thoughts of springtime they are bringing; Many happy days are coming. —Dwight Strong. NOVEMBER 28—THANKSGIVING VACATION Pagr Eight ten

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They lay there a while longer, drinking in the scene, before Peter, with a “We’d better get going, Boy, or it’ll be sundown before we cover half the trail, rose to his feet and once more adjusted their packs and set out down the trail with a whistle on his lips. Boy, as they continued on. began to act strangely, sniffing and growling. Peter was puzzled, so he decided to investigate. The trail at this point ran down by the water, and the ground was reasonably soft. After a few minutes of observation, Peter found what he was looking for, fresh tracks made by a bear. At this instant Boy gave another low, throaty growl. “Quiet, Boy, quiet,” whispered Peter. “There’s something near here, and it looks as if we might be intruding.” With that, Peter took out his revolver, examined it to be sure that it was loaded, took off their packs and hid them in the bushes. Then he and Boy crept slowly down the trail. Peter was stooped over so that his head would not show above the underbrush among the trees, lie heard Boy give a vicious growl and saw him start for the bushes behind him. I le turned just in time to sec a large bear ready to strike him with his great paw. but Boy grabbed the furry foot nearest him. making the bear forget Peter and start for Boy. Peter immediately began emptying his revolver into the bear, but it was with difficulty, for Boy was constantly in the way. Peter shot the last shell from his revolver, and at the same time. Boy crumpled up. The bear was a mother fighting for her young, but she would fight no more. “Boy! Boy! Oh, what have I done?” cried agonized Peter, throwing himself beside the dog. Boy gave a low whine and weakly thumped his tail. Examination proved that a bullet had entered the dog’s right tore leg. Peter tore up his shirt, and bandaged the wound, saying as he did so, “Boy, you saved my life. Now its my turn to help you.” Boy licked Peter’s hand and then closed his eyes. It took several weeks of careful nursing before Boy was able to use his leg again. When he was, the two campers returned to the cabin on the hill. At the end of the three months’ vacation, Peter stood in the doorway of his hut gazing down into the valley. “Well, Boy,” he said, “our vacation is over this year, but next year we’ll come back and go down to camp again by our stream, but we’ll be more careful of bears; won’t we?” Boy answered with an affirmative wag of his long, graceful tail. —Charlotte Green. The End NOVEMBER 18—ANNUAL PICTURES TAKEN Pag 1 Srz'tnHfn

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Back Row Jack Marshall Robert Holcomb Marvin Porterfield Gloyd Adams Bruce Cummings John Kirk Junior Bennett Larry Marshall Everett R undeli. I.i Roy Hershey Junior Class Middle Row Mr. Wilkerson Orville Jones Earle Knowles Georgia Van Doren Grace Condit Edna Mitcham Luella Williams Inez Allman Mildred Mowe Myrtle Mowe Front Row Gurtha Kelly Verna Ray Ruth Lee Joy Ball Maybell Drorbough Lucy I Iopson Marion McMullen Bernece Reed Annie McMullen Good- Bye! Juniors, we are leaving. With much joy and yet with sorrow. And our place we leave to you To the Seniors of tomorrow. For we know you'll do your best. Your best and even more. And make your best a little better Than what has gone before. —D. M. C. DECEMBER 20—ALLMNI VISITED SCHOOL Page Nineteen