Ashland High School - Rogue Yearbook (Ashland, OR)

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The Class of '24, The day was dark and dreary- Night was falling fast, A band ot' weary Freshmen, Stood chilling in the blast. An icy chill swept oer the place, A sudden deafening roar, A bolt of lightning cleared the mist And there stood the class of '24, Like Commandments given to Moses, When he stood upon the hill, They sat in silence and listened, To thunder break the still. Another crack and the sunlight, Shown through the cold grey door, While there beseiged in the dimness, Sat the class of '24, One year brought a shudder, Another brought a thought, For, like the beasts in the forests, 'Twas better lost than sought. This group arose from the lowest, To the highest place and more-, They placed themselves on the annals As the class of '24, This class is known from the tropics, To the coldest place in the north, As a class who wins their battles, And brings the bacon forth. No where can you find a spirit, That heavenward can soar, So high as that behind this class, The class of '24 . So this class has left her mark, On the Ashland High School floor, Her footprints will be followed, Though her cries be heard no more This class has had so great a past, As we have said before, That none can help but wonder, At this class of '24, -V. Mc., '25

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A Glimpse Into the Future One dreary winter evening as I sat before the fire I began to feel drowsy and it came unto me like a dream, the visions of the future. It seemed that I was trav- eling, and everywhere I went I met someone of the class of '24, who drove away the grouch from my Forlorn countenance. Here I was in Paris and blazing in the gay white way was the following, Famous Dancers of America Here, and being very curious I went to When the curtain arose imagine my surprise on seeing Rachel Jalo Swingle doing the Argentine Tango. The next on the program was indeed, because it was Bo Carlon, the famous comedian ,who had won that show. and Artro interesting such fame and honor in Ashland High for his jokes. He was quoting from Tennyson, his favorite author, Cannons to the right of them, Cannons to the left of them, Shells everywhere, Peanut shells. This was too much for my whirling brain, so immed- iately I made my way to a cathedral to seek consolation and peace, but, lo! here I found Wilbur Chapman was bishop and he told me that John Galey was a leader of the bootlegger gang in the underworld of Paris. I walked out to get some fresh air to help steady my weakened brain and body. I kept walking down the avenue and someone rudely bumped into me. On looking up to see who my offender could be, I found that it was T-Bone Caldwell, who was now a leading manufacturer of hair groom fStay combed tho mussedl so he told me I was very glad to meet him and inquired as to where and how his friend Phat Thornton was. He told me that Merrick was happily married to Ruby Derrick and had a big business selling books on How I Keep My Slender Figure, for a large Firm run by Lena McCorkle :ind Vernon Phipps, who were partners in life as well as in business. In Germany I found Isabelle Silver, a politicallleader of the I Am It party, whose platform was Give yourself all the publicity you can. In Hawaii Ruth Emery could be found teaching the canaries to sing and the natives to swim. Then I returned to America and found Robert High, the editor of Songs of a Lyre, who informed me that Raymond Carson was a prosperous celluloid stove manufacturer. All this hurt my head, so he told me Gertrude Carlton was a good doctor, not for the head, but, but for boils on the ankles. I walked along in the slums and as I approached I saw Evon Philpot selling doughnuts for the Salvation army. As I was turning the corner I stumbled over a dark object that raised a cry of want. It was Marion Costley and he told me ail his sad experiences and how he became a dope fiend. He said that Josephine Barber, who was now his wife, was earning her living, knitting sweaters for sick cats I hurried to the depot to take the train for Ashland, because I was ready to have nervous prostration. On the train I picked up a book containing One Drink of Lithia Water Is Enough by i l