Coquille High School - Laurel Yearbook (Coquille, OR)

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Jsa r.a. sp W w, V 'Oh w V 6 ’C ' 6i V W V, 3 id d id ij u id tr g!s week.” Of an Old Maids’ home, abusing and hating all men; Eugene Laird, Harry Varney, met untimely death, They waxed too eloquent and soon ran out of breath; Avis Hartson, manicurist, runs a parlor fine; Here Simmons, Epps, Johnson, spend most of their time.” There came a pause, all was very, very still, I opened my eyes one thing to ask, if his highness willed; ”0 Great Spirit, of my fate I now should like to know,” “Oh! that’s another story,” and he vanished with the blow, I rose and plodded onward, on my tired and weary way, Pondering over what I’d heard the King of Spirits say, Now should anyone take this to heart, or get to feeling blue. Just remember ’tis a tale that I’ve told to you. Clare Lehmanowsky ’25 JUST AS IT SHOULD BE I’m popular when they’re studying, I’ve a lot of vim and pep; ’Cause I work the whole day through— And I never lose my rep. Ah! The girls, they smile at me. The boys, they frown, and sigh; There’s n’er a playful prank you see, That passes by my sight. If I could only tell my thoughts, Of all the secrets I could tell, ’Bout girls who flirt with glances oft’, And boys who receive them well. But of such things I’ll never tell, Although my voice n’er ceases to sound. I’m nothing but the faithful, old—well The clock that ticks the whole, day, round. Mr. Cramer: “How was iron first made?” Lyle: “I think, Mr. Cramer, they smelt it.” j Allen: “There’s a certain question I’ve wanted to ask you for a Maxine: “Well hurry up. I’ve had the answer ready for months.” GY3 w Yd Yd Yd W Yd Yd d Yd V Yd V V Yd V Yd Yd y ■j id Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd Yd d d d d i V Yd Yd LAM n»MU»¥ja

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 'J§k V )gv ■ ■ 9 r V •» ■», PROPHECY Ihave left my classmates of ’25, Through ten long years I’ve strayed afar, Many people I’ve met, and seen sights so fine; But oft as I sit and gaze at the stars, I think of those friends of that class of mine. So one night I sat in wonder by the sea, That I might think what their fate might be; A faint flutter in the breeze caught my ear, And a voice broke silence, saying, “Mortal, don’t fear. For I am the Great Spirit, king of spirits far and wide, Your prayers I heard so I came by the wind; For I am a crystal gazer, and once I made a rule To phrophecy for ’25, that was the best in school, So shut your eyes and listen, be quiet as dead.” I complied with every wish, and this is what he said: “Earl Rice, noted scientist, a physicist is he, Has found perpetual motion by the square of “g” times “t”; Tyler Walker, radio man, and gazer at the stars. Publishes the daily news received from Mars; On a farm near Coquille, Frank George resides, Lewis Donaldson, put to sea and in a ship he rides: Wilfred Laird runs a ranch, Iva Baker at his side; In a gilded pupit the Reverend Lyle Beyers stands, Loud shoutings from his mouth, motions from his hands; Staninger, Peart, Shuck, form the happy dancers grand, For they teach many to sway, and kick to beat the band; Walter Paulson, Art McAdams, own a big cowpen, The boys work a little, and loaf now and then; Margaret Beyers, Mary Watson, are chorus girls of note; A singer Norton is, wild tones come from her throat; Layton Nosier, a heavy-weight boxer, is the champ; Marguerite Hersey, movie star, is classed as a vamp; Lena Pinkston, Eleanor Foley, found a way to lose fat, That’s got the daily dozen beat clear off from the map; George Belloni, Congressman, from Oregon state, And McCurdy is another—those boys can sure debate; Maxine Paulson, a nurse, has made a great success, That’s why Hal Howell, undertaker, prospers so, I guess; Myrtle Clayton, a suffragette, ’tis sorry to relate, Has gone to Ireland, to plan out a new state; Evelyn Oerding, Lola Ball, run a florist shop, Allen Young, experiments with love and ceases to stop; Mary Esther Johnson, married a duke, don’t cha know; And Hazel Epps, a baker’s wife, can surely roll the dough; Mabel Barnes, poor girl, never changed, sits in the den - I . r, 7nh»»minm—■■■■■■■ ■mwwwwxm mOP

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q So Sjc) g - • ■ £ 6 ■ £ V. V- V V V 3 w SENIOR WILL E, the Senior Class of ’25, as our high school career draws to an ending, realize that we should leave behind some of our good looks, good habits, or bad habits, and ability to study, that we have gained during the four short years here. We deem it necessary to leave them in good hands so we make this our last will and testament: To the Juniors, we will our most cherished class room. To the Sophomores, we will our ability to study, and our love for the Juniors. To the Freshmen we will our dignity, ability to keep out of trouble, and our good looks. I, Earl Rice, do leave to Lester Wilson, my knowledge of physics. I, Tyler Walker, do bequeath my job as business manager to Clarence Barton. 1, Lewis Donaldson, do will my ability to yell, to Rolen Musgrove. I, Frank George, do leave my love for the girls to Wayne Robinson. I, Wilfred Laird, do will to Edward (Bo) Johnson the managership of the Laurel. I, Lyle Beyers, turn over all the student body cash to Zed Finley I, Cora Staninger, do solemnly bequeath my good conduct at all times to Bernice Alpine. I, Gladys Peart, do leave my tortoise shell glasses to Eleanore Wilson. I, Violet Shuck, do will my quietness in all study halls to Billy Kay. I, Walter Paulson, do will my white sweater and worn car to Ross Kistner. I, Art McAdams, do will my dislike for geometry to Clarence Bean. I, Margaret Beyers, bequeath my ability to keep still when I am told to do, to Ruth Philpott. 1, Mary Watson, do will to Clara Brockman my sly way of making news travel. I, Layton Nosier, will my ability to be the star in all athletics to LeNorme Pownder. 1, Marian Norton, will my weakness for studying to Robert Cotton. 1, Marguerite Hersey, do bequeath my glowing red hair to Velma Gheer. I, Lena Pinkston, will my ability to play basket ball to Irene Moore. I, Eleanor Foley, will to James Agostine my high standing as an English scholar. V J, i v