Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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Glass Ipropbecs The class of 1911 had met for the last time. Speeches had been made; songs sung, and the class cheer given. All realized that never would the same old crowd meet again; they lingered in their seats, talking over old times and their plans for the future. Just as they rose to go, one of the boys raised his hand and asked for a hearing. “You all know,” he said, “that in all probability this is the last time we shall meet in our entirety. Therefore, I have a pact to propose. Let us agree that when, with the exception of one, we have passed over the Great Divide, we will all appear to that one, in order that he may leave a history of the lifework of the class.” When he had finished speaking there was a pause, then a burst of laughter, but the speaker, nothing daunted, said, “As many as will bind themselves to do this say ‘aye.’ ” After a moment’s hesitation all answered “aye”; some laughingly, some gravely, some sheepishly, but each feeling somehow as if he had made a solemn promise. In the year of our Lord 1970 an old white haired man descended from his biplane on what had once been the lawn of the A. H. S. He unfolded a copy of a Tillamook daily which had come by aeroplane service that very morning. Glancing casually over the headlines, a notice caught and held his gaze. “Death of Respected Citizen.” A. G. Barry, for twenty years pound man of Tillamook, passed away at his home early this morning.” The old man laid down the paper. “The last of the 1911 class,” he soliloquized, “Alex always was late, but he beat me to it at that. I always thought he would be the one to receive the class history.” As he spoke he looked up to see a figure, old and bent, dressed in an old and faded baseball uniform, approaching him. Dick Wilson was hardly recognizable because of his hard life as manager of the Portland Pacific Coast League team. Behind him came a gaily carroling figure; that of the celebrated Margaret Griffin, the greatest illustrated song singer of four continents. Next in line came a hoary headed man in gingham overalls, in whom one could not but recognize Hardesty, for many years janitor of the A. H. S. At the right of Hardesty came an odd couple. A venerable white haired lady, leading a little black boy by the hand, Grace Kennedy and one of her African proteges. The next comer, in the white dress must certainly be Blanche Heron, the

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stolen by some of the jealous upper classmen. Near the end of the next month the Sophomores gave a picnic to North Head in honor of the Juniors. On the evening of Thursday, June 22, our Junior reception took place. The hall was beautifully decorated in pennants, greens and electric lights. After an hour’s reception, dancing took place and continued until the small hours of the morning. This reception, the best of its kind yet given by classes, has set a standard for succeeding classes. Members of the class took an active part in the Senior play, thereby adding credit to their reputation in the line of histrionic art. ’ll. President, Fred Hardesty. Vice President, Evelyn Stewart. Secretary, Margaret Griffin. Treasurer, Brewer Billie. The year ’ll will be the most interesting and of course the longest remem¬ bered of the four, as it is our last year in the High School, as well as the first i.n our new school building. The Seniors, both boys and girls, have taken an active part in athletics, winning the championship at each opportunity. We may also hold the record in oratorical contests, for those of the ’ll class who have been on the society debating teams have made a name for them¬ selves. We expect to have an exceptionally enjoyable time on Class Day. The Seniors are also anticipating with a great deal of pleasure the Junior reception. The class of ’ll will have a speaker to deliver an address the night of graduation, but of course we shall have a few orations for the purpose of showing that we have acquired some knowledge while in high school. L. G. P. VALEDICIMUS. Tibi quae nos per annos omnes lingos cum laetitus et doloritus eorum duxit, O Alma Mater, genus MCMXI valedicit. Sed verum nin valedicimus nam orbis terrarum nos in die aut anno tui nin oblivisci faciet sed semper te cum binore crescente fovebimus et quisqui dies fructum disciplinae et studii veri feret. Dum umbrae procedentes in auram tenuem ex oculis suc- cedentes evanescunt semper cum nobis aderis. Nec orbis terraram nos ab amplexu dulce tuo divellere poterit. V. EOCKARD. E. LEAHY.

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Red Cross nurse, and her escort can be no other than Elmer Manula, “the white man’s hope,” the only man who ever whipped Jack Johnson. But who is this pompous figure in the outlandish costume? Who, did you say? Oh, Foster! The confidential advisor to the Sultan of Sulu. And the lady directly back of him must be the erstwhile Elva Jeldness, wife of the great ball player. The next with the chicken under her arm is Cousin Lennah Parker, the greatest living authority on poultry raising and on country life in general. The leaders of the coming group cannot be mistaken as they are two most famous ladies, Evelyn Stewart, school superintendent of Goble, and Jennie Anderson, president of the Astoria Suffragette Club. The two immediately following these are Myrtle Harrison, for many years editor of the “Portland Mercury,” and her friend Hazel Davies, head tester of the Portland Chewing Gum Factory. The sound of loud, argumentative voices precede the next two around the corner of the building. The possessors of these voices are Ira Gaston, patent medicine man, and Anson Allen, the great Prohibition speaker. After a pause a loving couple appears. They are Charlie Johnson, ex¬ mayor of Blind Slough, and Ruth Bremner, who became famous by writing the ladies department of the “Skamokowa Eagle.” Next appears a be-spectacled man of great apparent learning, carrying a chemistry under one arm, Brewer Billie, the science professor of the Astoria High School. The next two who come tripping on the light fantastic toe are Eulalia Leahy, the greatest comic opera star of the decade, and Violet Lockard, the great dancing instructor. Next appears Frank Sanders, making sweet melody on a harmonica, which brings the other members into unison. The group of three which follow him are oddly assorted. First marches Fanny Berglund, “captain of the Salvation Army,” with a tambourine in one hand and a collection plate in the other; then comes Ruth Larsen, the undisputed successor of the “Widow Wise,” and her pet dog; and last but not least comes Johanna Neilson, the first suffragette member of the As¬ toria School Board. As the last dim figure passes, the old man sighs and leaning his tired head against the pillar, drops into a deep slumber, from which he awakens only to follow his classmates into the oblivion of the Future Life in the Land of Promise. E M . M