Ashland High School - Rogue Yearbook (Ashland, OR)

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'iiiiixixiiif sae Roe use Twiiiliriyli? I, Frank Carl Stratton, bequeath my title, Chief, to any one that can hold it. I, Stella Moore Sewell. bequeath my brightness to some future teacher. I, Delphine Sackett, bequeath my million dollars to the upkeep of the poor farm. I. Chester Y. VVoods, leave my bug to any one who can put it together. I, Caryle Van Dyke, will my beautiful brown eyes to Joe Conley. I, Lawrence Wagner, bequeath my ability to get out of trouble to Bar- ney Miller. I, Carolyn NVarner, bequeath my tennis knowledge to Bronough Hughes. , Robert C. VVright, will my formula for hair varnish to Lester Beck. I, Carter VVilson, leave my pug nose to any one who will stay with it as long as I have. I, Hazel VVaive VVithrow, bequeath my cross-word-puzzle dress to Virgil Gillette, HI if it ' S 4 -tif , 4 '. , -Zilla g Y A1 v C ,f'ff4:fZ,L -. .fw'.r' .LA e I 1 EW .,..f's?f? J . ', 'gi ' j 1 t Q fb .1 4-Le , F Q- - ,. T , ,J t if 'V 3 . L 'AQ' ' Wa-- S '1 ' ,,.,,w H C VI YT' ,Q 'V' 'iff MH UW M - NU-Wfllmvlflfllvvllr. m'1n,1!:r1ulslrL11nnumfnufmunwuum .imuai nirnrlw. Page 'Iwen tyrseven

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'iiiiixidiixf fuse R.oG U13-' Giillfiiliiylif I, Madeline Chisholm, bequeath my red Brick to any one who can take him. I, Albert Richard Cotter, will my flirtatious manner to Dorothy Nininger. , Birdena Elder, bequeath my quietness to Roland Parks. I, Ina Farnsworth, leave a few feet of my height to Nedra Bartlett. I, Mary Frances Fahl, will my ability to absorb knewledge to Le Roy Gandee. ' I, Edwin Jesse Freeman, leave a lock of my coal black hair to be used as an advertisement of Mulsified Cocoanut Oil. I, Walbert Charles Flackus, will my superhuman weight and height to Everett McGee. I, Morea Gillmore, bequeath my good citizenship grades to those few who might need them, I, Rosina Gallatin, leave my ability to make the famous Prune Bread to Pearl VVardle. Dodd. I, Kester Vernon Gandee. bequeath my romantic nose to Ruth Olson. I, Mildred Humphreys, will my good disposition to Lorraine Brookmiller. I, Mildred Harris, bequeath my ability to pick flowers to any one who wants a bouquet. I, Mabel Hager, bequeath my place in The Three? to any one that can fill it. ll HI I. George Virgil Gillette, Jr., will most of my excess weight to Perry I, Hilda Hanson, will a strand of my auburn hair to the Carnegie Mu- seum. I, Clara Susanne Huck, leave my pleasant smile to Lavida Culbertson. I, Laura Evelyn Henry, bequeath my masterpiece, Coach Hughes in Action, to the Ashland High School. It is to be hung in the assembly. I, Kenneth Hobson, bequeath my grey pants and sweater to Lee Boyd. I, Orville Hall, bequeath my picture to any one Who is troubled with rats. I, Barnard Joy, will my title The Youngest Boy Gardenerf, to Jean Stratton. I, Marion Leach, leave my flowing brownish-black hair to any one in need of a wig. I, R. Vernon McGee, bequeath my blue zebra socks to any one who can get into them and, incidentally, find them. I, Alberta McCall, leave my ability to write stories to Sanford Rose. I, Catherine Pittenger, bequeath my bright red garters to Lynn Neeley. I, Riley Pittenger, will my dramatic ability to who ever wants it. I, Thelma Perozzi, leave to Jane Pollard my shorn locks, as soon as I have them cut. I Ruby A. Powell. bequeath 1ny rosy cheeks to Wilfred VVagner, I, Edith Luella Patterson, will my jovial contralto voice to Charles Tilton. I Alta Pickett, leave my artistic temperament to Earl Nutter. n I, Vtlayne A. Ramsey, bequeath by athletic record to Evelyn Miller. I, W. G. Moreland Smith, will my boots to Dorothy Chappel. Page Twentyu-ix

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Iiiixmihi She noe use rlhlflililyly To Westminster Abbey Oh wondrous work of human hands, wherein doth lie The prime of ages in death's repose gone before- The constant themes of verse and prose, Where silence, gloomy silence reigns, Deep waves of silence o'er thee roll, And silence echoes A silence like a I would that with Thy muteness m - speech. Oh wondrous tales Oh lessons wise teach! For hast thou not, Seen honor crow through thy realms, death bell's toll. the Makerls hand ight be changed to that thou cfouldst tell! that thou couldst in times of old, Y ned and triumph won? Heard trumpets sound and armor clash? Seen glory fall where scarce begun? Have not the lowly, poor and meek, Oft viewed the sights within thy walls? Have not the maimed, the old, the young, In ,silent awe, traversed thy halls? But now, in place of pomp and pride Prevailing 'neath thy massive dome Enshrouded in the , veils of time. The souls of long past ages roam. And as we wander 'Fhey stay us, as through thy vaults, we pass, and say: Treat not these graves with light respect, Thou too shalt die and pass awayf' -Ellen Galey Page Twenty-eight