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

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0°NTENTS The Spirit of True Love”......................7 The Adventures of a Doc - - - - |0 Class History.................................12 Class Will....................................14 Class Prophecy................................16 Class Poem....................................18 “The Purple and White”........................19 Class Sonc....................................20 Editorial.....................................23 Seniors.......................................24 Class Roll....................................33 Commencement Week.............................34 Class Play....................................35 Alumni........................................36 Social - 37 Music.........................................41 Juniors.......................................44 Sophomores....................................46 Freshmen......................................48 Debate........................................55 Jokes ........................................56

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LITERARY The Spirit of True Love T was late November. 1870. The birds were warbling faintly o’er their supper II table; now and then the gay chatter of a merry little squirrel was borne to the ear of a perchance attentive listener, and from the canyon below rose that inexpressible. unequaled tone of the merry babbling brook on whose bank sat the weary and dejected Abiel Kelliam. Abiel had persistently roamed the mountains south of Grants Pass, a little settlement in Oregon, which consisted of not more than a half dozen rudely constructed buildings, for the past seven years. Always looking for something ‘‘rich,’’ forever trusting that to-morrow would be the dawn of his success, never fully discouraged, Abiel Kelliam roamed on after the fashion of his kind. Sitting now on the end of a fallen pine tree which stubbornly refused to be wrapped in the snowy coverlet of nature, Kelliam peacefully thought o’er the triumphs and defeats of the day. apparently immune from the universal happiness of his pleasant surroundings. Even the slowly sinking sun, throwing his gorgeous rays o’er the western heavens and gradually tinting the delicately pink canyon into a deep lavender, passed unnoticed by our pioneer prospector. F know not how long he would have remained thus entranced by his deep musings had not a certain glitter caught his eye. Dropping involuntarily to his knees, he hastily brushed aside the thm coating of snow, scattered over a heap of peculiar looking rock, and proceeded to examine his new found treasure. Excitement and happy anticipation soon faded from the worn features, giving place to the true, stolid facial elements of the optimistic miner. Bravely swallowing his momentary disappointment, Kelliam dropped the small piece he still held in his tawny fingers into an inner coat pocket and slowly retraced his steps to his cabin home. That evening, after placing his coffee to boil over the flickering flames of his companion-like campfire. Kelliam again examined the pocketed sample, this time more closely. Then with a knowing nod and an impetuous. “But ’taint rich, the sample was almost thoughtlessly placed in “the junk box, that sample which had meant so much for one brief instant when the sinking fireball of the West had shot his penetrating rays thru the flaky coverlet to the bit of rock beneath; which had then passed his good night smile on to cheer the heart of the weary traveler. 7