Goldendale High School - Simcoe Yearbook (Goldendale, WA)

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19-SIMCOE--3 5 CLASS WILL We, the class of thirty-five, Tho we're still so much alive, Do now before we disperse Write our will in wretched verse. Collectively, we leave the faculty With just a fond memory f?J. Individually, we reluctantly leave our belongings For which very soon we shall be longing. I, Norman Bennett, leave Helen Plassas, at this dat My talent for turning in things two weeks late. I, Norma Beyerlin, as the Carnival queen, Leave my place to that junior girl named Jean. I, Melvin Cable, give as a gift from fate To Rutledge my good record for being late. I, Pauline Conlee, will my feminine ways To Marjorie Shew to use some of these days. I, Bruce Crowe, leave my talent for never wasting To that talkative miss named Margaret Beth Hurd I, Glenn Darland, will my paper routes To Claude Rude, tho he'll need seven league boots. I, Wiliam Darland, since I'm a senior, Will to Junior Bath my good demeanor. I, Roberta Dayton, to any one in the house Leave my ability to be as quiet as a mouse. I, Mildred Drury, leave in a fury My height to Fielding, who may need it in a hurr I, Clifford Dugger, most willingly will All of my girl friends to bashful Bill CBrunsonJ. Pl-K6 TWBIIIY 9, a word y.

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19-SIMCOE--3 5 CITIZENSI-IIP AWARD This award is made to the boy and the girl of th e senior class who during their four years of high school have proved themselves the most representative citizens in the class. The award is based on leadership and active participation in school life. The winners of the citizenship awards for 1935 were Lois Fenton and Frank Knosher. CLASS POEM Four long years we've sailed in silent hope, Four long years we've strained on every rope, Prayed the wind to blow. Now we've attained our highest ambition To our teachers--our appreciation Port side-land ho! We have weathered the storm, we have made We've survived to make this final report Of High-School Days. Long we'l1 remember our pals and our budd the port, ies, Long we'll remember our masters of studies, In various ways. At sight of the port of our future life, We recount th.e days of pleasure and strife. All this is never-more. Full hard this trip-from start to end, Our Cap'n then shouts to oars now bend, Pull hard-we're going ashore. R. G. H. '35 Page Nineteen

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1 9-SIMCOE-3 5 I, Ernestine Edgar, just to be dumb Leave to Hale Bennett my craving for gum. I, James Elliott, will leave a dime To anyone who can beat me in squandering time I, Lois Fenton, tho it breaks my heart, Leave to Jack Montgomery my executive art. I I, Peggy Frances Grow, Leave to anyone my old beau. I, Gordon Hill, just to be stupid, Leave Harold Hill my part as Cupid. I, Dick Hobbs, leave the school without fear Of having to return for a seventh year. I, Joe Jobe, leave to Punk My old jokes and all such bunk. I, Ruth Keefhaver, before going to college Leave Wayne Jackson part of my knowledge. I, Frank Knosher, as assistant to Jim, Leave George Ryals, who I'm sure will help him. I, Maurice Lawler, leave from the start To Apps my completed gallery of art. I, Louise Linden, leave my smile To Edna Layman to add to her style. I, Erma McKune, this month before June Leave Virginia my ability to play a tune. I, Marion McPherson, too Leave my dancing crave to Bob Shew. I, Edna Miller, leave my love for any sport To Ruth altho she is a little Short. I, Harold Morgan, leave with delight Part of my appetite and all of my height. Page Twenty-One