Forest Grove Union High School - Optimist Yearbook (Forest Grove, OR)

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21111123 T HE OPT I MI ST IIII!! I I '.-E Seninr rnphrrg Now, listen, all assembled here, and you shall hear a tale that will make the wild adventures of Great Sherlock Holmes seem pale. 'Tis a story that's most stirring, friends, but bcst of all 'tis true. It's the I uture as I saw it, and I'1ll telling it to you. I have a scientific friend, whose name I shall not tell VVho is daify on inventions, which he makes but cannot sell, And so when Christmas comes around he generously sends A handy, neat invention to each of all his friends. Now most of these are useless, and just lay around and rust, But the one I got last Christmas, friends, shall never gather dust. It was a pair of spectacles, but folks, I soon found out Thcy were the most remarkable that ever were, no doubt, For when you look at anyone with these specs beneath your brow You'll see him as he'll surely be just twenty years from now. Alia 1 cried I, the very thing, for now I'll surely see The Seniors in the fixture and can write their prophecy. And so I brought my specs to school to give the things a trial, I put the specs upon my nose, and turned my anxious face Toward 'thc Senior section where each one was in his placeg And the first my gaze did light on was a man in powdery denim, A-carrying bricks and still more bricks for all that e'er was in him. His brow was wet and dirty, and his tired back was bent, Yet he was Louis Hackett, now our worthy president. My gaze it shifted suddenly. This time my optics chose A portly ginghamed lady, a scrubbing dirty clothes. Her face was worn and wrinkled, and her tub was full of suds, Yet I knew 'twas Eula Tucker washing other people's duds. I took my gaze from this poor dame, and this time let it rest On a tall and lanky gentleman in a farmer's outfit dressed. His overalls were patched and his beard was long and gray, But I knew 'twas Clifford Duncan-a farmer pitching hay. My glance next chanced to fall upon a lady fat and sweet, All clad in shirt and overalls and sitting on the seat I u I I I I I Page IIIIIIII III II II IIII IIII IIIII III II ll I I I I I