Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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G1-oseclose, Sec. Schweunt Nixon, Pres. .Webb Vice-D1'9S- C2U1t011Wi119 Gerstle Anthony Vlfglfllil A11th0I1y Academy Sophomores CLASS IIOTTOZ NVE ARE CLI-BIBING STEP BY STEP. CLASS PROPHECY T was in the year 1946 that I was traveling through Kentucky one spring morning in the interest of the Packard Motor Car Co. My car began to sputter, and then it stopped. On getting out to investigate, I found that I was out of gas. As there was nothing else to do but go to the nearest farm- house for some gas I started down the road, hoping I should soon find the place where they could spare me some of the precious fluid. After walking some two miles, I reached a bend in the road, and came upon an inviting farmhouse nestled among the trees, Un ringing the bell, a charming lady came to the door. In reqly to my query she told me that her husband was working in the orchard out behind the barn. , Imagine if you can, my surprise and joy when I rounded a corner of the building and came face to face with my old school-- mate, Bruce Groseclose. After a hearty handshake Bruce told me that he was the owner of this large farm in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Kentucky. Bruce told me that Virginia Anthony was living on a 'cattle ranch in VVyoming, where the men fought over her quite often. Gerstle was the pastor of Trinity Church in New York. But what surprised me most was to hear that Robert Canton- wine was a professor of mathematics in I-Iarvard Univeristy, and that Orah Webb was teacher of rhetoric in Columbia College. Al- though Orah and Bob were both very bright students in school, I never supposed they would reach such a height. After my amazement and astonishment had somewhat sub- siedd, I got a couple of gallons of gas from Bruce and started back to my car, saying over and over to myself, 4'You never can tell what will happen. . EDI'TOR'S NOTE: We are sorry that a mistake was made in classification. Hilda SCIIVVGDH is a junior. Page Thirty-Six

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TCXHS--Whaf, IWHS Born 1 ,gg . , .1 1 xl N .?,,,,.f,,L 41. V, , So 3'011'1'f f1'0H1 fanned Missonry , as I've often heard you gay? -' - - Tint that's nothin', I'n1 from Texas- 1 you better get out of the way. ' ,ff fi.-T, . , iW . Yes, I was horn in Texas when the iil xln tol fry , i li H 1 Y, a .. 1, ai ' fr , ..1,3...s 'SQL , mmf I , ,se in e 1 ' all' ' H aw :mills , 2 lg! 3 1 Pat wind was hlowin' fiftyg The steers were hawlin' all about- the svene. I say. was nifty. Girls clon't powder down in Texas-the sand Sticks and makes 'ein white And what's more. it's sure endurin' it'll stay 011 over night. Theres a story told 'bout Texas- it's scorchin' hot out there An' thats the reason-I ani told - the girls all have red hair. Oh, you can tell a Texas girl- can tell her anywhere If she has just one ornament-that's hlazin', bright, red hair. You needirt die to go to-ahem- --it's here on earth below In Texas, dear old Texas, where the long-eared rabbits grow. i I , - ici-425Ti1QQl'Q it 1, as f E r, , IS f 141 12 ? 11 I nw 1, I 5 Y 4 f .pu 7 0 , , ,, I ,, . el 14 Kid Day But I was born in Texas, out there A 'Qi' 1 is .w g I .' uf.-:'3-:' gn. ', Hallie 'neath the ibroilin' skyg And I was a Texan, am a Texan, and shall he till I die. I love the clear old sand-heap-some day I'm goin' there To Texas, clear old Texas, where the gil-15 all have red hair. Pat Nelson-125. Page Thirty-Five

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An Incident F rom the Life of Rachael Bundy A yellow house of many rooms, Kept nice and clean by good straw broomsg This is the scene I met on Monday The domicile of Rachael Bundy. Qld man Bundy, heartless wretch, Was out haying in the vetch, Little caring for his wife, The biggest thing in all his life. Now Mrs. Bundy, good old soul, Slipped and fell in the coal hole, Wfhen she got up why she did yell, But old Hiram was deaf as-well! Now she went to find out why He had noft answered her piercing cry. She found him asleep beneath a shock, Dreaming of shepherds guarding their flocks. She grabbed the fork and gave him a jab: But he didn't even wait his hat to grab. Down through the pasture, over the fence, Up on the havstack in self defense. Now Rachael paused a moment to breathe But Hiram was thinking of death and a wreath. She started up and he started down, They could hear his yells half way to town. He circled around, took a turn or two, Paused for his breath and started anew, Awav to the house, she in hot pursuit But he drew away, being lighter of foot. He ran to the house. got under the bed. But scarcely settled' here came her head. He started again. but it was ton late- A stick of wood hit the back of his pate. He was in bed a month or more, Fen now when he moves his head's still sore: But heys decided ,tis best to heed His dearest Rachael when she's in need. L. R. Page Thirty-Seven