Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Williams Pres. Huntley Cole Ball . J2111fZ0H Forbis, Reporter Howard, Vice-Prefs. Desler, Sec-treas. Compton 1AxC3C1C1'1'1y Freshmen CLASS MOTTO: Steering, Not Drifting. COLORS: Cherry-red and Navy Blue. F you will carefully observe the above pictures you will notice several peculiarities. The Cayuse Staff was puzzled, and being unable to arrive at a satisfactory solution of the mystery, went to the psychology teacher with it. . Mr. Evans examined it from every angle and at last said: This is evidently a mutant, that is, a spontaneous deviation or a sudden variation from type. It is called discontinuous variation. These are certainly photographs of the freshman class. Yet the characteristic traits of Freshmen are not present. They show no evidence of freshness or greenness. The absence is strikingly mani- fested. The secretary-treasurer of the class was apparently un- moved by the threats, entreaties, and commands of the Cayuse Staff to have a picture taken for the annual. However this shows originality and may be indicative of genius. This mutation may be a fortunate thing as the class may prove to be a credit to Columbia. We are looking for this class to be an honor to the school. The freshmen have loyally supported student activities. Their motto, Steering, not drifting, is a creditable aim. Watch in the coming years for the class of '27, Page Thirty-Eight

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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

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ATHLETICS Page Thirty-Nine