Coquille High School - Laurel Yearbook (Coquille, OR)

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K □ LAUR |3| n % Jrg- South Bend, Wash., April 2, 1917. To the Class of 1917, Coquille High School. Dear young Friends: I greatly appreciate your request for a letter, but feel my inability to bring you a message of real worth. I have felt, and still do feel, a real interest in the members of the class of 1917, even though our paths lead apart. As your former class adviser, it will not be amiss for me to give you a little advice as you are about to enter upon another phase of your life. History from the beginning of time shows that the successful nation is always the prepared nation. So it is in life. We must be trained and ready to fight the battles of life in order to be successful men and women. The most effective weapon we can use is knowledge, and this is never obtained without struggles or sacrifices. In your quest for knowledge you have fought many obstinate battles, but by perseverance and hard work you have overcome them, one by one. When you go out into the wrorld to do your share of work, you will be met by obstacles that will at first seem insurmountable. The test of your manhood or womanhood will come in surmounting these obstacles. The time will soon come when you will acknowledge your first defeat, but when you have learned to take advantage of your defeat and rise above it, then you will begin to taste the true joy of life. It is not the one who remains

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;VK|a| United States army. A brilliant woman possessed of tact and the desire to serve, Leanna Curry had risen to a position of honor and trust. My class was not without its School Marm. Clara Heller believed in modern methods of instruction, and as head of the department of Education at Wellesley she had greatly improved her profession. There is always some one who loves music and brilliant lights. Marion Schroeder loved her profession and had made a name lor herself. She had spent two seasons in London, once appearing before the royal family by special invitation. As a dancer she had no equal. Viewing these old School Mates I longed to talk to them. I wanted to tell them how glad I was to see them. I started forward but was blinded by a flash of light. This recalled me to earth and I found myself in my sumptuous but lonely quarters. Life had not yielded all I anticipated. The wealth I had inherited from my bachelor uncle did not, and I knew it never could, fill the vague longing for a soul-mate. The peace and happiness that comes from having some one with whom to share each joy and sorrow would ever be denied me. Travel and pleasure I found were not good substitutes. As the rays of the setting sun streamed thru the window, they seemed to me like the last rays of hope vanishing behind the horizon. The longing I had tried to banish from my heart returned and I wanted to see my class mates once more. Yet I knew that each was doing his part and the early prophecies were being fulfilled. I alone seemed a failure of all that class. Myrtle Cunningham T7. THE JOHNNY-JUMP-UP. m m m Wake, you beautiful flower; You blossom with heart of gold, Add color to each woodland bower, And bring joy the same as of old. The birds do sing, The frogs do croak, And the leaves do spring From the limbs of the oak.

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LA UR undefeated, but the one who rises above his defeats that makes the greatest success. Make every hour of your life produce for you. The years drift by all to soon and presently you will miss your youthful ability to broaden your mind. The time to make a firm foundation for life is in youth. Sad indeed is the life that must go back in later years to lay a new foundation. The greatest joy in this life comes to those who are capable of doing things and doing them well. No matter what your peculiar place in life may be, the same elements are necessary for success. When you come to the turning from youth to age, it is my sincerest desire that every member of the class of 1917 may have accomplished that duty which will bring the greatest good. Sincerely, Mabel J. Hansen. A CROP OF SPRING POETRY. » ? The flowers bloom in their beauty, The birds are beginning to sing, And all over the hills and the valleys We see the heralds of spring. Mr. howard’s a long, slim gent, Who gives many’s the kid a dent; He lays them o’er the table Applies a hose as per fable Until they are really quite bent. «t Marvel to Edna, when ready to leave school: “Oh, Edna, wait a minute, Zem’s gone back in her desk again.” (Goodness, we didn’t think she was quite that small.)