Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Fifty-four M. J. to V. 13.? He called upon a teacher To ask her for her hand; His heart was all a flutter, He had nearly lost his sand. He dropped upon his knees On this great eventful night; She looked at him and said, gPlease rise when you recite? Cawshun There was a young lady, named jonks, A pretty, but vampish young minx; If you once: fell in love, With this sweet, little dove, Well,- it hurt me to tell, But sheid lead you to, well You'd soon lead a reckless career. Just take my advice, my dear. Let tho young lady alone And you stay at home, And youill find that it well paid T W hen youive grown old and grayed. A I i s ,ghangle d M is :1 Howar 3 i is 035' . A I is Stewart jne 'th .. . o M Dorothy Xi Ilhams ituhvmeeting. Mr. Shan; iFriday morning. :djoe enter shamefacedl e: Well. not everyone ilthatpall the teachers Wt. wmotourtesy to me at am' 01 YOU kn . . ' 0W x 1 mm khere

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Girl S jUSt grOWInou. Simd 1131391116311, d and beingt taug very superficialli, be popularwas: ular, one 11111311111 entertaining, 011: e, was to be 110111 1eaut3'f who 11111? longp ath. 811W cise. But 111111: Box'l walkedup: 11b this long 111111 00 a1011nditli e desi1ed colOIngi end Lip 51111 itation 21111111119611? lled WVV'holesollt 1. The b65113 t 0an W33 to W am much th m. VOW 31d ice W Cl 1161MB C 13101:; net , 31:211 Puffs who wished to tell her how to be Clever. WSlangW was there with his brother, ltJazz Music? WAlmost Any Girl'l found herself in a multitude of friends. She thought that she was happy and very pop- ular. One day she fell into a stream of cold water and when she had Climbed out, she looked back into the Clear stream and saw her reflection. All hereoloring and most of her hair was gone; it had been washed away. She sat down and cried because she did not know what else to do. Some one touched her on the shoulder. When she looked up she saw, WVVhat She Might Have Been? whose eyes sparkled and cheeks glowed with health. But the more she looked at her, the more she cried. WVVhat She Might Have Beenil took tlAlmost Any Gier back to her old friends, who ignored her. She saw that her friends were mostly either mere children trying to imitate grown people, or they were haggard, old people, trying to be youthful. All types failed in their attempts and talked incessantly, saying nothing. WVVhat She Might Have Been took her to see men and women who were doing big things in the world, and young people who were going to accomplish something. She could not converse intelligently with them because all her amusements had been cheap and frivolous. She could not express herself without using W'Slangy and she could scarcely understand their talk because they used WGood English? KWVhat She Might Have Beenli became disgusted with her and left. ' Connnon Sensel, came along later and truthfully said: WYou wanted to be beautiful, and as all really beautiful women have health and vitality you painted yourself until you were a well-painted picture of health? HAlmost Any Girl looked up and saw a large painting of mountain scene13; then she saw the moun- tains. Sudclenl3 she realized that an3 one can see the difference between artificial seene13 and real nature. CORA GIBSON Fifty-three

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.D.p Eacher hell hand; 1 a flutter, IOSt his 53nd his knees ventful night; 1 and said, en you recite? 1111 V, named 'lenks. mung minx; :lOVCy rell 57 deal. r16 1611 Paid laled' , 311d g. ' Within These Halls Characters: Mr. Shangle Dean Howard Mr. Day Miss McKlveen Miss Duthlie Miss Jenks Mr. Stewart l Miss Stimson Miss Kurth Joe Gibson Dorothy Williams Place: Regular faculty meeting. Mr. Shanglels Office. Time: ll :20 A. M. Friday morning. Dorothy and Joe enter shamefaeedly, followed by Mr. Shangle. Mr. Shangle: Well. not everyone seems to be here. Now, I do wish that all the teachers would try to be here on time, just out Of courtesy to me and the rest of the faculty. Do any of you know where Miss Jenks and Miss MeKlveen are? Miss Stimson: F111 not just sure, President Shangle, but I believe that they are over on the third floor of the dormitory trying Miss MeKlveenls new electric hair curler. Dean Howard: Mr. Shangle, I think some rule Should be made concerning faculty meeting so that the teachers would not forget to come. tEnter Miss Jenks and Miss McKlveen with an air of assumed dignity; their hair much frizzed and primpedj Miss M cKlveen: We had forgotten today was faculty meeting, Mr. Shangle. Pm so sorry. Mr. Shangle: lt hurts me very much to brmg the Fifty-f'ive