Elgin High School - Husky Tracks Yearbook (Elgin, OR)

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CLASS PROPHECY. One evening as I sat smoking my old cob pipe, there drifted be- fore me a vision of the Elgin High School. As it happened it was exactly twenty years since our class assembled together in the old school room for the last time. As my thoughts wander, the first one of my class mates that entered my vision was Nona Austin. Tonight I seemed to see Nona sitting by an open fire place: she was reading to a middle aged gentleman who had very light hair, and it dawned on me that this gentleman was no other than Roy Hardy. I knew Roy very well in my school days and I was very glad to know that he was Nona had decided to spend the remainder of their lives together. Next in my dream I beheld Clare Pepper. In the old school days Nona and Clare were always together, and tonight it seemed quite natural for Clare to be the next one to come into my mind. Nona had told her several times that she ought to be a foreign missionary and it seemed as though she had followed her advice, for tonight I could see her standing in a pulpit, and in front of her sat a lot of heathens, who looked as though they were very much interested. Now something very strange appeared to me. In my school days I never once thought but what Lillian Morris would be the first of our class to be married: but tonight I could see her sitting alone on a veranda, softly humming a song to herself. At her feet lay a beautiful Scotch collie, and by her side sat a proud parrot, which was saying: Don, where art thou? Lillian was the very picture of happiness. and really she looked very sedate as she sat there, dressed in her white wrapper, Now Laurose Bailey's smiling face came into my vision. Laurose had always been quite a complex problem and tonight I could not quite work out what Laurose's occupation was. I seemed to see her walking down a broad street, and by her side was a hearty gentleman, and if I judged from the loving glances she gave him, he was her husband. . ' Last of my class mates was Hazel Smith. Mr. Bailey always prophesied that Hazel would be the most successful one of our class and it seemed as though he had prophesied rightly, for I could see her in the broad streets of London and in her hand was a music roll, which told me that she was studying music, as she had always told her class mates she hoped to do. Then I could hear Miss Greene playing: What's the use of Dreaming? And there my pipe went out, Clare Pepper, '10 CLASS ODE Now the five seniors gay Start upon life's rugged way, Leaving behind them school mates d-ar To be kept in memory year by year: And when the time comes for them to part Sorrow will linger in each loving heart. Yet sometime soon they may meet againg These jovial class mates of 1910. As they enter into worldly strife May each and all have a successful life. S

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'l'lirrc is a class of jolly girls We .'e known for quite a while: 'l'l1e1y'll stand for almost anything And always have a smile. And four years long they've worked Without a doubt or frowng And they possess the brightest gills There are in all the town. IN MEMORIAM Liiiili- so hard SENIOR YELL Mushy-wushy, fuzzy-wuzzy, Rah! Rah! Rah! Zen! Seniors! Seniors! 1910! HWISE OLD OWL So now they'll leave together. The seniors of nineteen ten. Their course is now completed Ne'er to be resumed again. And as they strive in duty, Each in her chosen place, Our hearts will hold forever Each well remembered face. 8 xqh A N.: Q Nglflffi fx li? w fx l'lk X 'ew:f,'wlZl rife? f r f t x lixxxxxfxg a QA 5? D 41, J,, l figs -. - gf . Lf! , 4H553,i' .. I :L ylxww JL' b ff, it if-ff - X , K' ifcwwilt A M6 1,3 as-, ,',c.-1-113 , fax?-'Yilf,' 6,4 v, --4 x - ,I .1-rgf' - 1 'fu , .I . L I X,-4.1 lxs,,, , fe es . ' 1 W ' 'v Q. easiest' . W 7 ff . fa 2. N! w f iilifv-' 4 2' e . l ,ff if ff N Wi' 1 --.Q ', ' ' '- ,W , 1 ', f ' 1 - O. as tt' , gfffvvf 1 Q NN i O -72? 'ii N X f fmfvwrfve- we QR c t N

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SCOTT A solemn youth with sober phys, Who 1-nts his grub and minds his biz. LC TTIE A. TVTTLE l love its gentle wurble, I lovo its placid flow, l love to wind my tongue up, l love to hear' it go. CLASS OF' 1911. HETTA SPENCER A dainty pair of glasses Cn her dainty nose Adds to her look of culture, And to her statue-like repcsz' MABEL ARNOLD And stll they gnzed, And still the wonder gzew, That one small head could carry All she knew.