Grants Pass High School - Toka Yearbook (Grants Pass, OR)

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THE TOKA Published Monthly by Associated Students of The Grants Pass High School November 19 11

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The Toka November, 191 I. (Utp ffennaitt” 7 I’LL and drizzly. It was hardly the sort of a day for the greatest fit efTorts to rouse the Sophomores to action were in vain. But at last, enthusiasm in the world to prevail, and Wayne Allen felt that his the attention of a half dozen boys was secured, and he began to talk excitedly, keeping the group out of sight of the other students. See here, he began, the Juniors are planning to put up their pennant tonight. I overheard a supposedly private conversation, and we’ve got to get ahead of them. If I'll put our pennant up, who will volunteer to stay and watch it with me?” ' I will. answered ‘‘Stub” Gray, his sturdy little figure expanding with importance. ' So il I,” said Tracy Grasvenor, quietly. He never made any great show of his actions, but Wayne heaved a sigh of thankful relief, as his quiet response came. •I'll get the pennant and bring it here,” said ‘ Stub.” ‘‘then we can easily get It out this evening and—” A Junior girl walked by and “Stub’s” sentence was choked in his throat, but the girl apparently took no notice of them, although young Gray would gladly have been her doormat. The last bell was ringing and the boys scattered, “Stub” almost bursting with the importance of his mission. Happily for his pride Wayne Allen did not know him very well, or the young gentleman’s willingness to help might have been under-valued. At noon Stub” carefully rolled up the 1914 pennant and put it into a bundle of football paraphernalia, and very carelessly indeed was tying the string of his burden, when down the street came that pretty little Junior! “Stub” almost over exerted himself while getting out of the front gate, and with his bundle under his arm, and his cap in hand, he humbly asked permission to walk by the side of his lady. “What on earth have you in that bundle?” questioned “Stub’s” idol. Just some football togs, he replied with infinite carelessness. The girl laughed. “I believe you boys never think of anything but football, do you?” she said. “Did you make the team?” “Oh, yes, I managed to,” grinned “Stub,” “even if I am only a Sopho-