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

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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.

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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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HISTORY OF CLASS 1911 It was in the fall of 1907 that 18 happy, free fron cire youngsters bounded into the orlice of Prof. Rinehart, saying that thav were ready to be admitt.ed as Freshmen into the E. H. S. It did seem hard for Mr. Rinehart to letall of those children into the H. S. but when they showed such astonishingly good marks, he willingly let the-in enter and so they were registered, some to go on perhaps to finish, some to drop by the wayside. The way the freslvnen studied was known from their remarkable good grades. Miss Pitman thought they were the most studious hunch she had -ver seen. But bye and bye they became delinquent with their studies. Some might inquire for the reason, a reason thev certainly did have: That was foot hall. It may sound small but it sweoily is, was and ever shall be Great. We had a fine team in the H. S All the freshmen boys held strong positions. Ever since, freshmen boys have held prin- cipal parts in the football team. One by one our class was dwindling down until only half as large as at 'he beginning, So the freshmen year ended with a picnic at the home of one of the class mates who lived in the country. as well as a teacher, he at once gained the respect and friendship of every member of the class. There were nine in the class at the beginning of the Sophomore year- four boys and five girls. The year vias not so very eventful, save for the practical jokes of some jolly mem bei of the class played upon some un- suspecting friends or some of the funny cartoons drawn by Jay Stevenson, the artist of the class. One of the most pleasant events was the trip to La Grande to view Sliakespeafs plav, The Merchant of Venice, as produced bv Chas. B. Hanford dz tio. We had just finished reading Clie play in English class and our estimahle English teacher, Miss Pitman, accompained us as chap- GFODP. The ending of our Sophomore year was that never to be forgotton trip to Rock Wall, where we spent the dav climbing over the hig rocks and boulders and enjoying the swell spread. It was the beginning of the school year 1909 that Mable Arnold, Overton Scott, Montia Witty, Lottie Tuttle and Hetta Spencer signed up as Juniors. .lust before Christmas Moutia quit because he got an attack of the wandering fever and he has been roaming about ever since. Overton quit after New Years and went to work on a farm. The Junior class is now comprised of girls who work together and will be the Seniors of the next year. :elling some of his funny jokes and letting us know he was a good fellow H. K. S. '11, Oh, the joy of being a sophomore! Teasing those unsopbistioated little freshmen, playing jokes on the faculty. Mr. Bailey was Supt. of E. H. S. for the first time. He looked so stern we had almost made up our minds to be awfully good, but when he began CLASS ODE We are a bunch of kids yet, Freshies, so they say. - But we'11 get there just the same you bet If we don't lose our way. I NVe belong to the tenth grade, And as proud as a turkey gobblerg But when we advance to the eleventh grade, I am sure we'll still be prouder. Now I think I've exhausted my feelings, My brain and my knowledge, too. And I think I would not change the dealings If 1'd jar loose-d o you? R. M. '13