Coquille High School - Laurel Yearbook (Coquille, OR)

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Grace,” and starring the new French Actress, Madame Marlborough. As far as costumes went, the play was a horrible success, and afterwards I went to interview the Madame. She was quite vampish looking and possessed that snakish appearance the French always have. When I first met her, I noticed that she appeared quite startled and surprised. I paid no attention to her, thinking probably it was only her temperament . During the interview she scrutinized me very carefully and just as I was leaving asked me my name. Then, as I told her, I saw a great change come over her face. She seemed to lose the snakish look and gain a more girlish one. Then I seemed to see a resemblance to some one I had known and soon—well, just imagine, it was that one missing classmate, Myrtle Mast. We had a long visit and I left after promising her not to tell anyone of her history. Finis Margaret White j j j SENIOR’S ALPHABET A—Ann Hooton’s name doth call. B—Charlotte Bell, who plays basket ball. C—Cyril McCurdy, who field baskets can toss. D—Delia Sherwood, she always is boss. E—Esther McGee and F. G., Friend Grace come on the boat. H—Ralph Harry, he never wrote a note. I—Ingie Reynolds, a good actress is she. J—Julia Dondono a shorthand shark to be. K—We have no one by that name. L—Pauline Lorenz, she always is game. M—Margaret and Myrt, they are real smart. N—Nellie Morgan, she has a big heart. 0—Albert Oerding shoots baskets afar. P—Maude Pierson, another basket ball star. Q—No one for Q. But two R’s have we, Ruth a bookkeeper, Robert the Treasury (er) . S—hasn’t a mate but T takes Teresa Clinton. U and V haven’t owners but W takes Irma Wilson. Here is a rhyme by which to remember us all. X, Y, and Z, you’ll need in geometry next fall.

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his wife. I soon found out that it was our own Bob Trigg and Grace Watson, his wife. They had a very large business and were kept busy all the time supplying whales for the markets. During my visit with them, Grace told me that Esther McGee was now running a large summer resort at her ranch in Curry County. What she told me of it was so interesting that I decided to take a trip down. The next morning I left Riverton in Bob’s aeroplane, arriving at the “Always Inn,” Esther’s road house, about ten o’clock. Quick work, I thought. Esther was still the genial, good-natured girl that she always was. We had a long visit together and I heard several stories of the times when the police had raided her place. Of course this did not bother me in the least, and so when we were raided that night, I was not frightened. During the rush of running from the police, I noticed a little, meek-looking man who kept calling continually for “Ann! Ann!” and saying, “Oh! can it be true ? Is it possible that I have lost that woman ? Oh, glory be! Now, I’ll be able to have a little game of checkers with some one.” At first I did not think much of the man, but afterwards when Esther told me that Mr. and Mrs. Albert Oerding were spending a few days at “Always Inn,” I remembered the poor man. It was Albert, of course. Esther told me that the poor fellow’s life was iust one missionary tea or church supper after another. His wife was none other than Ann Hooton, and she was leading Albert down the straight and narrow path. They say every dog has his day. I guess Albert had his during Senior days, in the English Class. The next day I went to Bandon and from there to Co-quille. During my trip there on the elevated. I beean thinking over the names of all my school mates whom I had met. There seemed to be one missing and I could not remember who it was. I racked by brain all the way back to New York and it was not till some time after I reached there, that the mystery was solved. It happened this way. One evening, in my official capacity of theater-scandal reporter for the N. Y. Evening World, I went to a play entitled, “Light Wines and Beer,” or, “How the News was Carried from Mabel to

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SENIOR WILL We, the Senior class of ’23, realizing that this life is of a very uncertain duration, and that it is highly desirable that we make some provision for the distribution of our many wordly possessions accumulated during our High School days, make this, our last will and testament. To the Juniors we leave the honor of always starling everything that happens in school—especially talks in Student Body meetings. To the Sophomores we will our supreme intelligence. To the Freshmen we can only leave our “long used prophecy” that “Green things grow.” To Janitor Johnson we leave the hope that the Senior room may always be kept as tidy as in ’23. I, Charlotte Bell, leave my beloved “Spit Curl” in the lender care of Leona Fish, to be properly curled every day. I, Ann Hooton, to Ronald Harville, endow my passion for red hair. I, Pauline Lorenz, give to Don Pierce my ability to blush on all occasions. I, Maude Pierson, do bequeath to Rachel Brown my extreme dignity. I, Nellie Morgan, will to Jackson Knife my conscientiousness in my school work. I, Cyril McCurdy, leave my “Freshman interest” in the care of George Belloni. I, Myrtle Mast, do hereby bequeath to Pearl Young my neatness in coiffure. I, Ruth Matthews, will my shy and retiring manner to Marguerite Hersey. I, Albert Oerding, devise to Frank George my efficient ability to string the teachers along. I, Irma Wilson, leave my musical talent to Sanford Wagg. I, Esther McGee, do leave to Errol Sloan my skill in tripping the light fantastic. I, Ralph Harry, confer my guardianship over the Student Body to Walter Paulson. I, Ingie Reynolds, give my exuberant frivolousness to Gertrude Mintonye.