Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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Asta II. and a little peroxide, Seem to go very well side l)y side. But though red be her hair, “Believe me” she’s thei’e, Ou every other old chemical oxide. You would scarcely think that Granberg Coidd debate if yo a hadn’t lieaixl Him rake ui the Dalles, And boost on his pals. He’s “some kid!’’ You can count on my word. The ardent desire of Ella, Is to have a handsome young “fellah,” So Avith him she can walk. And study and talk,. Do you think this woidd plea.se her? AYell “rathah.” For base ball dear Kate has a passion. Her heroes a deep admiration. But her hair is a fad. To make any one mad. She’s a shark at a Hist, recitation. I have chronicled Seniors so giddy. And Seniors devoted to study. But 1 've got .something yet, That is splendid you bet, Xow attention, please, everybody. Though .Miss B. is the teacher of Seniors. She is loved by the hearts of the Juniors, Fresh and Sophomore, Yote solid for her. She’s the best fi iend of all A. It. Scholai’s. D. E. ’IJ. 30

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Of len ihy proportions is Etlith, Her classics this girl never reacleth, She ’s a pretty good sort, And also some sport, Though I believe on “iMellins she feedetl Very quiet and thoughtful is Jeuuie. You can pick her out anicug many. She is bashfid and shy. And she never asks why,'' And promptly she writes up her essay. One of our best fellows is Eakiii, Whose faults are girls and sarcasm, He manages Imsiuess, For the A. II. S. Zcphyrus, But a “rep’’ as a “stude” he's not makiu Our classiest girl is Virginia, She’s a credit to our old Astoria. On the Zeph she's a .shark. In her studies the mark She gets is euotigh to just cork yuh. Our hero all honored is (!us, AVho doesn't make any fuss, If he busted a rib, Or on Ex. didn't crib. Gee! In Deutsch how that fellow can cuss! Now an all around sport is L. Ball. Tho’ she can't study Physics at all, She can swim, she can sing, To a waltz she can swing. It’s to her that the fellows all fall. Our student Body prex, he is (tea. He’s a corker on bluti's, don’t you see? So he’s prex of the Forum, The debate team he is on. But he’s not what he's cracked up to be. 29

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“2012” It is lle er extinct. It is cut shoi't by various oi'gans bein'; I voin o it Init the reinaiiulei’ of tlie l)ody continiu s in a re.st- state unless acted upon l)y .some other inflinuices or ayents. ” Ibis is ii statement made in tlie year 1!)12 when the V(‘1I known scientist John Billiam had completed his studies on “Life, its Works.” In order to prove this to the satisfaction of l)oth yreat and .smali, Bil- banis constructed a cave, far in the wilderne.ss of the Rocky Mountains, lie lined it with a.sbestos ami ylass to jireveiit any clianye of air or tem¬ perature, and made it completely air tiyht. It was next attached to yreat vacuum pumps, operated by electiacity stored in a series of Ley¬ den .jars. These jars had the power of ab.stractiny electricity from the- air — this was another scientific invention of Billiams. It was so arranged that these wonderful pumps would pum[) the air from the cave in twenty minutes. The electricity of the jars would be all used in this time, and it would rt'cpiire a hundred years for enouoli electricity to be extracted from the air to reverse' the |)umps and thus to reiiiimi) the air into the chambers, and to open the hermeti¬ cally sealed lock of the entrance of the chamlier. Billiams was ready for his experiment. He (‘iitered his tomb of one hundred years, arramied his couch, jilaced his chloroform bottle near at hand and tested his ajiparatus to .s( e that nothiny would fail. Satisfied and supremely haiijiy, he laid himself down, placed the sponye of chloroform to his nose and .set the machim ry in nrition. 'i'lie apii.iratus starteil with a whirr. The door slammed shut; ti'e an was rapidly juimped out; and at last stillness roiyiK'd, and Billiams was a prisiiiier for a hundred yeai's, if all went riyht — for entcrnity, if anythiny went wrony. Written by W. W., Billiam 's Bioyi'apher. Billiams, himself, completes the account of the incident; After I took tin chloi-oform 1 L'll int-) a beautiful ;ind womlerful sleeji with no cares, no trials, and no woi'ries. A life — no, not a life, bat an e.xisteuce like a slow moviny river, now wendiny its way tlmmyh shady ylens. now ylidiny by bi'antiful mountains, but always yrand, beautiful and tran((uil. So was my existence In my captive cave hiylt 31