Coquille High School - Laurel Yearbook (Coquille, OR)

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ably represented by Laura Watson, who had for her subject, “The New America.” That existing talent has been developed to a remarkable degree in these contests is shown by the expressions of praise on every side for those taking part. Hereafter the contest will take on a double nature in that there will be an oratorical contest for boys and a declamatory for girls, the latter of which will be trained for in the local declamatory contest held during commencement week, and in the future we nope to win laurels by the score. Edna:—“Why is D. C. always put after Washington?” Clay:—Why because he was “Daddy of his Country.” “If two triangles are similar to the same triangle, why can’t two boys who like the same girl, like each other.” We the omnipotent class of ’13 do this day of April 1st ordain and decree that:-The Faculty magnimously continue to spare the rod. P. Lawrence tie a string to his ambition, that it may not soar too high. All athletes in the generations to come endeavor to equal the enviable record set by us. The Hunt Club extend its cordial invitation to our body that we may take part in the next annual hunt. V Irma Culin cease to scowl at us. V ' Village Grflcer—“What are you running for, sonny?” Boy—“I’m trying to keep two fellers from fightin’.” Village Grocer—“Who are the fellows?” Boy- “Bill Perkins and me.”

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LAURA WATSON, ORATOR THE NEW AMERICA “Long ago the scholars of the East passed the lamp of learning from Rome to England westward to Boston, the front door of America. From Boston the lamp lighted the way of the pioneer across mountain chains, mighty rivers, and far-reaching plains till the radiance of its beams skirted the golden shores of our majestic ocean.” These words from Professor Horner introduce my subject more fittingly than I can do. “Just as the colonists shook off the shackles of tyranny and stood forth in the glory of their free manhood.” So, it was that the pioneer, thrilling with the love of adventure, threw off the ties that bound him to the soil and amid the tears and pleadings of friends and loved ones, started on that long perilous journey across the plains. Sad was the parting, as the long white canvassed train of wagons, drawn by oxen, and followed by droves of cattle, moved slowly from the village. The crack of the whip and the call of the driver sounded a stern farewell. Slowly the