Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Glazner, Pres. Stair Yiniont Radcliff Graybeal Radcliff Burgoyne Maxfield Campbell Hartman, Sec. Frank Spores Ruth Burgoyne O Speclals . HE Special Class is appropriately named. It includes stu- dents who are not taking the regular academy or liberal arts course-ministerial students and those specializing in the music, commercial and expression departments. This class has proved that the school is truly a melting potf' Although chiefly interested in so many varied lines, they have pulled to- gether as a unit, to honor Columbia. The class has actively par- ticipated in school activities. There are several who are talented musically, and vvho took leading parts in the Mikado Cflazner, Campbell and Vimont vvon football letters, and the latter was chosen captain for next year. Adrian's ambition vvas to be an athlete of international fame, but he is now entertaining the idea of shining in the poetical World. The class feels that it has had a successful year. VVhile many will not return next year, yet they will treasure the memories of Columbia and hope for her progress. Page Twenty-Nine

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The Rime of the Battle-Scared Cayuse QFirst told to Lne in the YGH1' 19359 It was a battle-scarred Cayuse Who told this tale to me- Ill nineteen-twenty-three and four When I lived out in Milton, Ore., I Went to C. J. C. That year at school I'l1 ne'er forget For there I came to know A charming maid so tall and fair, With clear blue eyes and golden hair And a mouth like Cupid's bow. My old Dodge roadster every night lVould roll up to the Dormg Then Dodge and girl and I would go To Umapine to see a show, TH GIR And not get hack till morn. E L In March I drove to Junction Town With the 'Girl of a Million Cll2lI'IHS., May I ne'er forget that thrill of joy When the preacher said, 'She's yours, my boy - And I took her in my arms. , When we got back to Rickard Hall , ' The College Hearse was thereg And in it we went for a ride Securely handcuffed side by side- A much tormented pair. li? I should live a thousand yearg And sail on every sea: - ' Illavh uimnent of that year out West- The Spoon-eart, girl, and all the rest Will haunt my memory. THE SPOON-CART When school was out we started East And as we rolled along, The skies above were sunny skies- With Her along 'twas Paradise- And life was one sweet song. ' In Min11esota's wilds we stopped. fThe place that I love lmestj I-low fast the summer days went by As we worked here, the Girl and I, To build a little nest. We've lived here now eleven years Among the cows and chickensg I swapped my roadster to a man Fora seven-passenger sedan Which crowds us like the dickensf' G. Page Twenty-Eight

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Academy Seniors HE senior class of '24 is a witness to the truth of the saying that a small beginning sometimes has a big ending As fresh- men we began our high school career with a small class- second to none in fact. Milton Henninger bravely endured alone the trials and temptations which are the common lot of all freshmen. The next year the class increased to three members and about the middle of the year lVlargaret Compton joined the happy trio. Having lived through the stages of freshmen fear and sopho- more superiority, we enter the junior year with confidence. The class continued to grow. Sallie Bamburg, Harold Crillis Charles Flock and Roy Metcalf proved to be valuable additions. A bunch of peppier juniors would be hard to find. The pace set by them made the other classes Hhump' to keep up. The hard times .party and kid dayw were memorable events of the year. J As seniors we have given up such frivolous pastimes, though they will always be a bright spot in our memory. The traditional senior dignity and wisdom have descended upon us. Wfe look with serious eyes into the future' realizing that this senior year is not an ending but only a beginning. VVe shall try to live up to our mottof VVhy not-it's worth it? -and strive for the worth-while things of life. As we near the close of the school year, we are momentarily saddened to think that the years of comradeship are about to be concluded. Columbia days will always be a pleasant memory and every senior has iaith in a greater Columbia. Page Thirty