Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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with a determination that will cause us to win. llWe will never give up. We know that we can steer through to safety, and we will? Probably none of us will ever be great in the eyes of all men, but there will be a few who will remember us, a few who may sail on with our standard. They will remember us as doing the best we could, and that we did not falter, even though we failed to reach the wonderful ideal we saw in our misty dreams. - We want to win our battle with the sea. The rolling, restless, boiling sea of life. We want to steer straight through to our goal, but we hope that in do- ing this we will always remember the person next to us, and that he too wants to sail ahead but may need a helping hand to get him out of some shallow where his boat is peacefully drifting. We pray that we may never forget to lend a hand to those who need it. There is a bit of sadness in our hearts tonight. this dear old school, but, truly Speaking, we are not leaving it. Its spirit will go with us wherever our journey leads us. ' If we follow faithfully those ideals and aspirations which have been im- parted to us during our work here at Columbia College we will in the truest 7; sense be liSteei-ing, not Drifting. Ada Rogers l Thirty-eight I It is hard for us to leave- v ,l :0 19 i'x-angu .- hr W! 54 :W33. 2kg? IMEHJS ht? killv 331 3th 2' :1 2.; .il gbii'cf Kb : ' '6': chi ta: cuff a tight :bt . t 4 Mllhzztr 4:? WV 'lhtchmn IN fri'im'wl 35' 'i ruin : :5: M E2?- 4; r: uzdlxx inc snaimd maul: Ikir'sm: vi 1: ezznpzx Th mi aftflazk amt ui 3 4w W puts: an gn1m w: Ffw

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3111 mg assing there. iowna they flutter down, d elem; rind I hear. my face, lonely place. a hand. I can understand. owe to me, 3 lea. Doris Alcorn. y at Old tbia rn, pjourn; Land band. hall. 'ad Of a ball; sore 1 W011 , till tem ch do Wendi 1t Say more. gware, 1 1'1: rakecare. ia if you im V etina I shall sa. 8! Very dilyt 1k9 21 Int. Frances Compton Satutatory lSteering, not Driftingi, Friends, Teachers and Sehoolniates: O the President and the Board of Trust, to the Dean and the teachers of the Columbia Junior College, and to the dear and appreciative friends gather- ed here, I bring the greetings of this cl'assiof 1920. You have all helped us. We thank you. We could not have worked without the proper equipment. The President and the Board have given us that. Our beloved Dean and the teachers under him have been devoted and faithful to their work, tireless in their efforts to help us. Our friends have sympathiz ed with us, have seemed to understand our thoughts, have known what it means to dream, and have always cheered us when we were somewhat discouraged with our school work. Our school- mates are very dear to us. Their companionship will be long remembered by us, their cheerfulnes and their willingness to help cannot be soon forgotten. We must thank our parents also, for it is to them we owe the most. They have made all this possible for us. We, this class of 1920, are standing at the dawn of our day; at the be- ginning of a voyage that will last for half a century, we hope. It is the dawn or the beginning because all the time we have spent in this school has been only for the preparation that will enable us to steer our craft safely and surely to the shore. - Wherever we go we are destined to find things vastly different from the old, happy life here at school. We will find new ideas and opinions, new and broader Views, new ways of doing things, and new people. Some of these things will be in conflict with our own ideas. Are we going to let these encounters with opposing forces set us adrift to be tossed about on the stormy seas of life? No, we will not. We will steer straight through the storm with heads thrown back, a smile on our lips, and the love of battling to win in our hearts. Although we may fail immediately to stop every leak that breaks through the bottom of our brave little craft, we will not give up, will not be content to let the waves toss us about here and the re. As we stand with our feet firmly planted in the stern, we will lift our eyes to the rising sun, and say softly, yet Thirty-seven

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lrts tonight. ltishard? g, we are not leax'inqitg S. ,15 and aspirationswhici C olumbla College we v; Valedictory Watchman, What of the Night? Dear Teachers, Schoolmates and Friends: N the name of the Senior class of 1920 I give you greetings. We wish to I thank our President, Dean and faculty for the hearty cooperation, kindly interest, and unselfish help, which they have so generously bestowed; and we wish them a joyous and profitable vacation. As we lay aside our school work and enter other lines of endeavor a clear call rings out to each and every one of us: llWhat can you do? Are you pre- pared to help or hinder the worlds progressW And we in turn reply with the question: HWhat are our opportunities.Pu And what are the fields that are open to us?ll llWatchman, what of the NightPll was the piercing inquiry which reached the ears of the watchman upon the ancient towers of Isreal, wait- ing for the destruction of the forces of evil. And the answer-The morn com- eth and the night ' To us who are watching for the destruction of the forces of evil in our own time there are indeed unmistakable harbingers of the dawn of a new day. Viewing the achievements of only the past year or so the watchman feels am- ply justified in saying: UThe morn cometh to those whose chief interests have been centered in the cause of prohibition. Surely the wretchedness and mis- ery of a dark night seems past and a new luster has been added to the dawn. Those who have striven so persistently in the cause of women suffrage are rejoicing that a powerful voice is about to be raised which shall join its in- fluence to the songs of the morning. The workman who through a long night has dreamed in squalor and misery of a Clay in which he should receive justice and eqnity is awaking to find his dream a reality. And the night of anguish and bloodshed which enveloped almost the whole world-the bitterness of its memories will be in great measure expiated if, indeed, it turns out that a new conscience has developed amongnations which shall make the return of the night forever impossible hereafter. And who knows but that we are about to enter upon such an era. If indeed we are, then of a truth can the watchman say: HThe morn comethfl But, what of the night? It has left many traces of darkness in our national life which the light of a new day must scatter. The situation in Mexico is causing our government no little anxious con- cern just now. On the western shore of our county hordes of Japanese are clamoring for entrance and threatening to use force 1f necessary, to obtain the desired ends. The negro question offers a large held for investlgatlon, for It has ever constituted a source of danger to our moral and social standards. The corrupt political practices which have re cently blocked the way of pezvlrclet and Ir y-mne