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

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ball.' I did not admire that way of practicing it, and right then and there I lost my respect for Medford, and resolved to leave the town. I. therefore, started to run. I ran. and ran, and ran, and soon began to realize that it was getting dark. Spying a Ford in an open garage. I decided to spend the night in the back seat. Awakening early the next morning I resumed my journey. I passed through many small towns and early in the afternoon I came to a large and beautiful city. Many people were walking briskly to and fro. and everything was so business like. Was I dreaming, or was this San Francisco? This street certainly looked a great deal like Market Street, although this was a much nicer one. Spying a bull-dog which looked to be a friendly one. I goes up to him and asks him what wonderful city this is. He growled, showed his teeth, and then said, 'What ails you anyhow? Don’t you know that this is Grants Pass, Oregon, the most beautiful city in the United States?' Of course I had to confess my ignorance. He then asked me where my place of residence had been, and when I told him San Francisco, he replied in a scornful tone, ‘Why, that place is not anything compared to this city. Come with me and I will show you some of the town that's worth living in.' “That day, and ever since, I have had the time of my life. Fm sure if I had died without seeing this city I should have come back again. After my first day here I decided that Grants Pass should be my home hereafter. I la df. Grasse. Scene in Oregon Cave II

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The Adventures of a Dog i 'M a snowy white dog, just four years old. My hair is wonderfully curly and very Jj beautiful. Most people consider me intelligent, and I kinder think so myself. I’ve lived in San Francisco for the whole four years of my life; probably that accounts for my wisdom. I suppose that I’d still be in San Francisco if that dear old janitor hadn’t chased me. “Well, as it happened, one day I was sunning myself on the sidewalk, thinking of no harm, when I hears a ‘Get you, this is no place for the likes of you! It didn’t take me long to move either. I always know when I’m not wanted, so off I goes, considering myself the most abused creature in the world. “As I was thinking of how wrongfully I was being treated, a crowd of boys were just coming out from school. Oh, here, thinks I. is trouble. Indeed there was, too, for no sooner had the boys spied me than they began to use me as a target. I had served that purpose several times before in my past life, and that was sufficient reasons for my quick determination to run. “Could I run? Well, in less time than you can count three, I was safely hidden in a railroad car. As soon as I had settled myself comfortably on a pile of straw in a corner of the car I fell asleep. How long I slept I know not; but when I awoke I was so stiff that it took me several minutes to get on all fours. I finally got to the door and looked out, and what did I see? San Francisco? Oh, no! But a place so small that I had to strain my eyes to see it. “After looking at a certain building for about an hour. I decided that it must be a depot or freight house, so I began to look for a name. It didn’t take me long to find it either,—and there it was, in letters about a foot long—Medford! Well, thinks I, ihis must be Medford, and I’m sure it will not run away, so I’ll just go over to that delivery wagon and take another nap. So I hides myself under the driver’s seat and goes to sleep. I am awakened by the driver exercising his hitting ability on my poor little back. I knew what was good for me, so I quickly got out of that wagon. “After running at my greatest rate of speed for a short distance, I had to stop, 'cuz there was a sign which read. 'City limits, slow down to ten miles an hour.’ I felt rather hungry, so I walks into a meat market and helps myself to some scraps from under the counter. The butcher was so interested in talking ‘War’ that he did not see me. and I’m glad he didn’t. “My next plan was to see the town, but as everything was so quiet I fell asleep while walking. When I did awake I resolved not to sleep again for twenty-four hours. I soon came to a street, which, I suppose, was Main street. There was nothing going on, so I jumped up on a bench in front of a store and watched the few people who passed. In about five minutes a very large man walked swiftly up to me. grabbed me by the neck, and kicked me fully fifteen feet, saying, 'I’ll show you how I can play foot- 10

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Class history “ J UR Senior year!” says the High School graduating class, and for its members ylhf there never has been such a year. Now. granted the “power the giftie gie us. to see oursel’s as ithcrs see us.” we look back along our school years, and realize that there is no victory without labor. We smile to see ourselves again as Freshmen, wherein we might have been likened to Spring, with its fresh greenness and endless possibilities of development. We see ourselves as we entered High School September. 1912. strangers to High School life. and. in part, to each other. There comes a picture of our first Freshman pow-wow, which resulted in the election of our officers as follows: Ailien Dunbar, president; Lois Bradford, vice president; Helen Layton, secretary-treasurer, and the choosing of our colors, the purple and white. With the rapidity of a moving picture, events of that first year pass before us. Our hazing, socials, class and inter-class hikes and hay-rides filled our time. At mid-year we lost our president and vice president, and again showed our elective ability by choosing Wm. Kesterson and Garnet Best as officers. In athletics, music, and debate we were well represented. Our debaters were defeated by the ' 1 5s. but we were good losers, and continued to hustle and grin. As the springtime is forgotten with the approach of summer, so did we put aside our interests as Freshmen, to take up school life as Sophomores. Only about half of our number returned, but that it was the better half was shown by our increased ability. Our officers. Garnet Best, Winfield Gilkev, and Helen Layton, proved themselves so capable that they remained in position the entire year. As before, parties, hikes, etc., were in order. At that time we conceived the idea that studying was not necessary; that it was merely a means to an end, anyhow. But the conspicuous absence of our names from the roll of honor and exemption lists caused us to change that idea. We were prominent in all phases of school life, and the other classes had to admit that the Sophomores were a jolly good bunch after all. Our debaters defeated the Freshmen but lost to their old opponents, the team of '15. Now comes the Junior year, with the spirit and ever changing atmosphere of autumn. We elected our officers as follows: Morris Bocock, president; Helen Layton, vice president, and Wilfcrd Allen, secretary-treasurer. We tried in vain to conduct ourselves with more dignity, but after all, we were only Juniors. Our teachers, realizing that soon we would pass beyond their control, redoubled their efforts to make us work. A novel event of that time was a “stunt” party given for our enjoyment by the Seniors. An innovation during that year was the Student Council, in which we were represented by Lynn Sabin. If the fairies and nymph which inhabited the dim corners of the Fruitdale and Murphy halls could have been granted the power of human speech, they would have been 12