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

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R1$TR S1»1«X TI( » Have you seen it,-—a picture in Memory’s Hall, deeply set in gold and studded with fair jewels? • Just a picture? you say. That is all, lmt its beauty is priceless It is a healer of wounds; it has power to soothe heartaches; it is a balm for tiie weary. ■•Why Memory’s hail?’ 'iis remembrance of days that to us an no i,.ore. Ami there we store the treasure of the past. -Of what is this picture?’ The frame is of gold, bejewelled with gens, symbolic of truth and of deeds. The hand of a master has de- signed litis setting for the work of the All-Master. Twelve gems, like bright su.is, shed a radiance there and illumine the canvas enclosed. ,,ml there in their light the picture is seen—twelve faces, all calm and you lit ful, all happy yet sat. But see! on each face is love and en- dearment. These are the faces of once happy schoolmates, once young and blithe as you now, but they left the old sehoolhouse in T2 and set out upon diverse paths. Look quick! for it lades,—it has vanished and naught but the frame remains. Look! “’12” glows alone in the frame. “Are there many such pictures?” you ask me. Aye, scores, some unnamed in yon hull. You see for yourself, there’s a TO there, and a ’ll hangs next to the 12. “And is this all?” Nay, say not so, for each year will hang his there loo. 1. v ill be followed by T I, and T I by T5, no doubt, and yet, with l.iese pictuies all hanging, the old Hall is still waiting for new. Auj.ks Milne, T2. St'MMAltY OF STODDARD’S LUCTI UKS Thou shalt not grin. Thou shall not gaze fondly on thy neighbor’s girl. I hou shall look grim as Death at all English recitations. Thou shalt not plot to gain a position on the honor roll to become exempt from examinations. I hou shalt give and hazard all thou hast and receive as much as thou dcservest. Thou shall not covet thine neighbor's pen, neither bis English or bis Algebra. Thou shalt await patiently the continuance of the seventh volume “Stoddard’s Lectures.” Thou shalt not stay out late at night, either at picture shows or -21-

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Till-: WAV TO 1AIUV-IA.M) (Introduction and conclusion from Caroline Shaw Rice’s ‘ ‘The Barge of Dreams. ’ ’) “Oh, were you ever in Drowsy Town, Just when the lights were dropping down, When fairy lamps were blazing high, Did e’er you happen to winder by?” “Drowsy Town lies on the borderland of Sleep,” began Mother. “I thought it was going to be ’bout Fairy-land,” complained William. “Just listen, the river flows close by the town wall and on it floats the Barge of Dreams. Captain Rest and his men are preparing to make a voyage into the Land of Sleep. And all the children are getting into the boat to go.” “Little children like me?” queried William. “Yes, Billie, they are all going, and we’ll imagine that we’re going with them. See! Captain Rest is already pulling in the anchor. Now the boat begins to back away from Drowsy Town and we are really on our way to Sleep. Everything is nice and quiet. Look at the river, isn't it a pretty color? All purple for miles and miles. ” “What’s that I hear? Do you hear it, too? It sounds like echoes of dancing feet. See, that little girl is asking the Captain.” “What’s that? Why, it’s fairies dancing. They are having a grand ball tonight,” is the reply of Captain Rest. “Do you s'pose you really can hear fairies dancing?” “Of course you can when you are making a voyage into the Land of Sleep. But what’s that?” “Only the shores of Nightmare Land,” the Captain answers. “What if some naughty little Elf should strand us there? Hear these bats! How much noise they make as they fly by our boat. ” “Now the boat is turning around to go home. We are coming back in the same track we went down on, and , why. bless the darling, if he isn’t asleep!” exclaimed Mother. When William awakened, the morning sun shown in through the window. “What was the rest of it?” asked William, as she tucked him in bed for an addition to his morning nap. “But haste ashore is the order now. Scramble out over stern and prow, And up through the streets of Drowsy Town Quick, ere the castle walls are down! For the restful shadows, dark and sweet. Are chased by the sunbeam’s flying feet: The day appears with its pomp and din. And the walls of the city are crumbling in,” quoted Mother softly. —Erma Dailey, ’14 20

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“Barn Dances,” unless arrangements have been made with thine Eng- lish teacher, I lion shalt hereafter now and henceforth and forever sit on the I rout seat during all English recitations, never forgetting to wear a pious expression or an invisible halo. Thou shalt, in other words, be good, speak good English, (neither foul or profane) mind thine teacher, and be happy. Hoy E. Spencer, ’14. A I.KAk IN MENTAL KMSIORVOIliS In a certain head in tin year 1911 there were five reservoirs built. The first, the largest and most important of all. was named Algebra. Next came English, a nicely made reservoir, then came Physical Geog- raphy. General History came next in turn, followed by the smallest one named German. The reservoirs all stood in a row. During the first five weeks, all seemed to be standing their test as well as could be expected. But the sixth week a leak started in reservoir one, and Algebra began to drop to the ground. A plumber was called and he stopped the leak with a little home work. English, Physical Geography, General History and German looked like they were all right, so were not examined for an- other six weeks. At the end of that time Algebra was in second class condition. English, Physical Geography and General History in excel- lent condition, but German must have sprung a leak shortly after being examined, for it was nearly empty. The leak was put right, but the tank has not yet filled up. Bai.ph Milne, ’11. ----------o--------- 22