Goldendale High School - Simcoe Yearbook (Goldendale, WA)

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l 9-SIMCOE-3 1 as an acrobatic dancer, with the advice to be careful when turning cart- wheels. We, Eleanor Amundson and Winnie Nordwell, leave to Jean Johnson our calm, blond appearance and quiet manners. I, Laura Coley, leave by childish pigeon toes and dramatic ability to Vernita Bowman. I, Louise Dressel, leave my outgrown dresses to Maxine McAllister with the admonition to watch the avoirdupois or the seams will split. I, Marvin Kamholz, gladly leave my willingness to succumb to an- other's wishes to Charles Divers. I, Elizabeth Kayser, leave my expressive blue eyes, to be used es- pecially in dramatic work, to Clara Brokaw. I, Marjorie LeBlanc, leave my habit of finding bright spots in a com- paratively dull existence, to John Scheel. I, Margaret McEwen, leave my long, yellow hair to Betty McCann. Be sure to brush it daily and wash it once a week. We, Mary Nelson and Ernestine Miller, leave our forceful, deter- mined spirit to Edith Bratton and Inez Robertson. We, Tom Wilson and Barbara Wendorf, leave our dancing ability to Clarence Schroder and Frances Smith. I, Margaret Moore, leave what knowledge I have gained about the last three Fords, to Beatrice Overly. I. Clara Lefever, leave my quiet, sincere attitude, to Ruth Young. We, Natalie Lawler and Velma Elliott, leave to our young brothers, that which they themselves will never attain--our positions on the honor roll. I, Walter Hamilton, leave my limitless supply of wise cracks to Virginia Tubandt, to be used at all times, suitable or unsuitable. I, Lois Spalding, will to Edna Sanstrum, my place in class plays. We, Maude Myers and Frances Robinson, leave our love of studying to Otis Jackson and Paul McEwen. I, Virgie Wade, bequeath my blissful unconsciousness of my appear- ance to Hilma Bruner. I, Doris Roberts, leave my patience with young boys to Della Norris. We, Paul Sanstrum and Amanda Westermann, will our quiet, un- obtrusive personalities to Fleming Byars and Clayton Roloif. I, Arthur Perry, will my ability as a baseball pitcher to Lenore Ding- mon. We, the Plett sisters, will our ease at earning ,A's in all classes to Robert Hoctor and Don Brewer. Your system is all wrong boys, try con- centration. I, Charles Spoon, leave my ability in rapid translation and reading of French, to Jack Dressel. I, Cora Watson, leave my saucy expression in Civics class to Emma Seibold. Page Twenty-One

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19-SIMCOE-3 1 There are eight Seniors receiving Torch Honor Pins-the final awards for membership in the Society during three successive years'-one as a Sophomore, one as a Junior, one as a Senior. They are: Florence Bratton, Louise Dressel, Margaret McEwen, Maude Myers, Erma Plett, Margaret Plett, Doris Roberts, and Reo Young. We also had representatives of the Class participating in the major activities of the Student Body. Girls' Glee Club, Boys' Glee Club, the Torch Honor Society, and the Simcoe Staff. The Class presented a play on December 19 that added a very wel- come sum to our depleted treasury. The Senior Ball, the last social event staged by the Senior Class be- fore graduation, was very successful. As we came in happy and very thrilled Freshmen-so we go out, happy and very thrilled Seniors. We leave to the Student Body a memorial in the gymnasium floor- a memorial that the Senior Class has been proud to have one-third share in presenting. Thus, with a last gesture, we surrender our privilege of being Stu- dents of Goldendale High School, and we sincerely regret that it is neces- sary to leave our School, as we take another step onward in our careers. L. J. D. '31 1i SENIOR WILL We, the class of 1931, in our usual good health and sound minds, being at our height of perfection and in unusually good condition for market, corn and wheat fed and guaranteed to bring top prices, de hereby make this our last will and testament, in the presence of the chief execu- tionerg hereby revoking all wills and testaments by us heretofore made. Article the First We, the Class of 1931, will and bequeath to remaining classes at date of our departure from G. H. S., our proper and orderly conduct in halls, classrooms and library. This item is practically as new as when left to us, so you should appreciate it all the more. To the Juniors we leave our secrets pertaining to class drives. Guard them carefully, as have all other Senior classes. To the Sophomores we will our numerous positions on the honor roll and our superior intelligence with which we regretfully part. To the Frosh we bequeath everything or nothing that is left, or what they can wrench from the other classes. Article the Second Being the individual wills of the members of the Class of '31. I, Wilma Adams, will and bequeath to Marie McDowell my ability Page Twenty

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19-SIMCOE--31 I, Claud Woods, leave my cheerful grin to Doris Baker. Be sure that it has sufficient exercise for futher growth. I, Florence Bratton, will my little playmate, Martin Cahill, to my younger sister. I also leave her my book, How to Ride Bikes. I, Reo Young, will to Frank Lainhart my habit of retiring early, so that Frank may have more chance to catch up on his sleep. I, Florenz Wedgwood, leave to Della Norris my ability as a baseball player. This, the Senior Class will of 1931, benefits those less fortunate than we in attaining those qualities so desirable. We wish all claims to be settled immediately and the remainder Cif there is anyj of our possessions to be carried to the dump yard north of the city, and there piled up and burned. In Witness hereof, We do, on this first day of April, 1931, place our signatures to this will, declaring it to be legal and binding. Lawyers-Velma Elliott and Natalie Lawler. Witnesses-Senior Class of Goldendale High School, 1931. CLASS PROPHECY 'Tis a dull, drab life at best-that of an old maid--and we three, Marjorie LeBlanc, Mary Nelson, and Ernestine Miller had not wandered from the beaten path. We lived together on a large truck farm in the sunny South, with nothing to do but spade up the ground every spring and drop in the seeds. Marjorie had been driven almost insane by this life of deadly sameness, and Mary and Ernestine had quite wasted away in pining for ships that never came in. Then one day Ernestine dashed up the steps frantically waving an airplane circular. Enter the Airplane Altitude Contest! No experience required. Take three lessons from the Johnson-Brown School of Aero- nautics and you are as fit a pilot or mechanic as any in the United States. That is indeed our chance, exclaimed Marjorie. Here's where we blaze the trail to fame and fortune. So Marjorie and Ernestine enrolled in the school, while Mary furnished the funds, which she had collected from time to time by the sale of an extra bunch of radishes or onions. Mary, herself, was a little skeptical about the whole proposition, yet she knew that she'd have to go with them on the flight for old maid's sake if for nothing else. The opening day of the Contest arrived, and we old maids went out to our rented plane and prepared to make a glorious take-off. It cannot Page Twenty-Two