Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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THE ZEPHYRUS NINETEEN TWENTY-FIVE Numerous meetings were held for the purpose of deciding matters of con¬ cern to us. We certainly backed up all school activities, for at almost every meeting we were urged to support the team or staff, and it is a noteworthy fact, that when the time came we always led. In December we staged the Senior Ball, “Informal.” The preceding Supreme Senior Social Smash had smashed financially. Our Ball was a social and financial success. We were able to donate to the Zephyrus after all expenses were defrayed. We continued the good work and enjoyed many good times. The crown¬ ing activity of the year was our play, “Come Out of the Kitchen.” It proved to be a wonderful success. Each member of the cast handled Ids or her part in a capable manner. At last came May 29. After suffering the miseries of graduation exer¬ cises, we bade farewell to this dear old school, the scene of our development from children to womanhood and manhood. Farewell, Astoria High. — William Billingslea. In Memory When we think of Astoria High School In the days that have long gone by, A lump comes in our throats And we almost want to cry. We think of the friends we made there There’s Jimmy and Kate and Joe But they have all grown up now, Yes, a long, long, time ago. When we sit a gaze at the fire, In our big old easy chair, We think of Astoria High School And just wish that we were there. of A. H. S. When we think of the times we had there, Of the things we used to do, And think when we used to write notes, l remember that don ' t you ? We looked at our teachers in terror, When test days came around And we felt like we wanted to hide And could almost fall through the ground. Hut now those days have vanished W 7 e look back on them with a smile, And we think from our thoughts they have vanished, But even then they return for a while. —Doris G rah a m. Page Eleven

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THE ZEPHYRUS NINETEEN TWENTY-FIVE Oh, what a time. At first the rooms could not be found, and we constantly asked for help, until the upper classmen began to call us pests and the Sopho¬ mores to take a delight in falsely directing us. We became accustomed to the routine and high school seemed a better place. However, our troubles were not over yet. It seemed to be the divine right of the Sophomores to initiate us into the mysteries of high school life and to show us our place. After the instructive lessons of the Sophs, we kept close to our roll-rooms, for to ven¬ ture away was to receive the wrath of the overbearing Sophomores. Even so, we were constantly learning, and after a year’s toil (for most of us), we as¬ sumed the garments of Sophomores; and lo and behold we had a group of green looking sprouts to look after. Another flood of Freshmen had come to the school, and it was our pleasant duty to initiate these new arrivals into the mysteries of high school, but how different was our treatment of them as compared to that which we received. It seemed queer, the kindness with which we treated the new lambs especially after the treatment we had re¬ ceived from the preceding Sophs, pains us ever now, to think of the complaints the new Fres ' hies lodged against us. That, however, was a small matter and we tried to remember that they were but babes. After much toil we again advanced and became incomparable Juniors. Gee, what good times we had. First the Junior Party. Say, there never had been a party to compare with it. All the boys and girls came and acted natural for it was a “kid party,” and everyone came dressed for the part. This turned out so well, that in order to finance our Junior Prom, a Junior C arnival was given. Talk about fun and’ solid enjoyment. After viewing the vaudeville, the crowd tramped over to the gym, and for over an hour shouts of merriment could be heard as Spark-Plug, the Siamese Twins, the hat AVoman, the AVild Alan, and the Nigger Baby gave the people a max¬ imum of pleasure. I lie Cai nival was followed by other activities, the year being ended with the Junior Prom, the most wonderful affair of the season. We had now become lordly and dignified Seniors. The first thing was to secure a seat in Room 14, the domicile of all good Seniors. When the mad scramble and smoke had cleared away, fifty-three smiling students were seated while several others, with downcast features and sorrowful mien, were slowly departing Room Elevenward. Thus ended the first day. After everyone had become settled and a regular routine class began to show its pep. ATirious social events took place, bring the students in closer touch with each other. established, the This helped to Page Ten

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THE ZEPHYRUS NINETEEN TWENTY-FIVE IRMA ALLEN General Course. Little, but oh my!” Phi Chi; Commercial Club. Future; Teaching ' . GEORGE ANDERSON College Preparatory. “Variety is the very spice of life.” Footbal 1-2-3-4; Baseball 8; Junior President; Basketball 2-3-4. Future: O. A. C. HENRIETTA BARENDSE Commercial Course. Laugh and grow fat. Dramatics Club 5-6-T-8; Junior indoor Baseball; Senior Volley¬ ball; Commercial Club. Future: Office work. BERNICE BEEZELY College Preparatory. I would rather be capable than great.” Girls Glee Club 1-2-3-4-5-6-7- 8; “In India ; Pepita” 6; Fire Prince” 8; Junior Car¬ nival: Senior Volleyball team. Future: O. A. C. LYDIA BENSON Commercial Course. “A lass with quaint and quiet ways.” Tri-Y; Senior Baseball team; January graduate. Future: University of Oregon. JULIUS BERG English Course. Women are the least off my worries.” Hi-Y Club 7-8; Hi-Y Club Historian 8; Glee Club 8; Class Basketball 5-7; Class Baseball 8; Senior Ball Com¬ mittee 7: Zephyrus Staff 7-8- Astor Post Staff 5-6-7-S; Junior Carnival 5; “Fire Prince” 8. Future: U. of O.—Journalism. Page Twelve