Ashland High School - Rogue Yearbook (Ashland, OR)

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The Farmer We folks we life upon a ranch Our living comes of course, by chance. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows. It ' s all for the best but goodness knows — When we should have summer and everything bright, Presto! Old Grizzly ' s green is turned to white. The farmers and fruitmen they do stare And look at the ground and sniff the air. Jack Frost ' s come back and they thought he ' d fled. The spuds are up and the radishes red. The farmers are all afraid of a freeze It ' ll kill crops, it ' ll kill their bees. The fruitmen must know about the weather In order to get their smudge pots together. My dad he rushes and the air he fans Hunting buckets and old tin cans. He covers the plants, feeds the chicks hot mash And vows he knows things are going to smash. But tired and disgusted he goes to bed And falls asleep soons he pillows his head. Next morning he ' s up with the roosters crow And we all say. 1 told you so. For old Sol ' s up and is shining bright The freeze didn ' t come and the fruit ' s all right. Lucile Beswick, ' 2!

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B .Miller E. McGee M. Moon F. Noltimier SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY Not so many years ago. two little -First-graders from Hawthorne School were jumping rope down the sidewalks on the Boulevard. The four o ' clock whistle blew, and soon a host of high school students came hurrying down the streets. The two little First-graders watched them pass in silent admiration. To them the height of glory — the height of ambition was high school. Time passed quickly, and soon the two little first-graders were sixth- graders and their class was so well liked by their teacher that, accepting a pro- motion, she follows it to Junior High. Here the class joined with those of Junior high school ' s sixth grade and together they formed a seventh grade of which Junior High has always been proud. Before long, on a bright May morning, the members of the class sat together in long rows of chairs: someone was making a speech and. one by one. they re- ceived their eighth grade diplomas. With long cherished hopes and ambitions they entered high school as freshies. Gradually they gained recognition and now after a year in the seats of the Fresh- man — they are — Sophomores. Fiom their ranks have come football players, basketball players, and debators. and practically every activity has supporters from the Sophmores. They are proud of their school and well they might be. for the name Ashland High School often rings through the land; and they are proud of the honor that no other class has ever claimed, nor can of the future do so. — They are Ashland High School ' s Sophomore Class of 1925.