Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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SAUNDERS CARRIES THE BALL AROUND END-KENNEWICK GAME. THE COLLEGE INN Cafe CANDIES EoUNA1N SERVICE ' . You are invited to make this place your head- , quarters when in ' ' WALLA TVALLA Peoples Mercantile Qldsmobile , Company h and J. H. Hall, Manager ' T Chevrolet Cars T A COMPLETE e E DEPARTMENT STGRE E ECONOMICAL TRANSPORTATION Our Policy:-Small Profits and lots of them. Our-Motto:- VVe Aim to Please. FREEWATER, ORE. Modern Garage Telephone ll Milton 4O1'e g One Hundred Two 1 i

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mo Box co. Fruit and Vegealjle Boxes COAL BOX WOOD WOOD Q SAWDUST Factories, Milton, Oregon Sawmill, Glenwood, VVasl1. Kodaks and KODAK FINISHING Mail orders given prompt attention. Ask for the new Crystal Finish Tallman Drug Co. A Garrecl 81 Krause VValla VValla Lewis Barber Shop Successor L. N. Anderson WF. APPRECIATF, YOU PATRONAGF, Next Door to Security Bank G. M. LEWIS R P OI-IddO

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f' N CQLUMBIA t PHARMACY Flastinan Kodaks and Supplies Kodak Finishing Fountain Pens and School Supplies Garden Court Toilet Line Sanitary Fountain Service Milton, Ore. Phone 1361 ' A SOLDIER OF THE LEGION-CREVISEDQ A football man from Oregon Lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of college spirit There was dearth of college cheers: A comrade stood beside him E'er the breath of life had fled, And silently he listened As the football hero said: Tell my mother not to weep for me Because I've gone ahead To meet the football men of old, Who are numbered with the deadg Tell her that Sir Conan Doyle Can call me any time. And bury me in Oregon, Down close to Umapine. When you see my English teacher Who flunked ine every year, Don't hesitate to tell him, For heill never shed a tear. He'll say, 'the hours I spent with him Was more than wasted time, For he was born at Milton, Down close to Umapine. ' The football hero rolled his head And gave a farewell sigh, Q Then said, Goodbye, old Comrade, 'Tis not so hard to dieg I'm not the man I used to be Before I cracked my spine In a scrimmage game at Milton, Down close to Umapinef' The dying hero closed his eyes And never spoke againg They packed him in a wooden box And shipped him on a traing But e'er his coffin reached the grave He had to pay a fine, For Milton's speed cop pinched' the hearse, On its way to Umapine. H. L. G. Page One Hundred Thrc