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

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In football and basketball many have been Very good players and we all look to them To make a good score and carry things thro’, And win for the High School to which they are true. We have in our class some good artists, and too There are some good musicians and teachers to view; Mr. Wardrip trained teachers to do as a rule As they would be done by if they were in school. We thank all of our parents and teachers so dear. Who have helped us to finish our courses this year; And we hope to be held in their highest esteem As the graduating class of 1916. Dora Pratt, '16. The Purple and White To the dear old class of '16 To-night we raise our song. For our loyal band of Seniors Will not be together long. Four years we’ve been to-gether We’ve won in many a fight. And we will e’er be faithful To the purple and the white. We have talented musicians. In athletics we’re renowned. And in debate and scholarship No better can be found. B2 Dig, our motto. It shall be our guiding light. And we will always honor give To the purple and the white. % When thru the world we are scattered. And we think of days gone by. We'll cherish tender mem’ries Of these years in Grants Pass High. And now while we’re together We’ll raise our song to-night To the colors we will always love. To the purple and the white. Vivian Merrill. 19

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“Seniors 1916 The Seniors before you will soon graduate From the city Grants Pass” and of Oregon State; They have always been loyal and tried to do right. And have stood by their colors, the Purple and White.” As Freshmen they shone as the stars of the school. And worked from the motto—“The Golden Rule.” And in studies ’twas more than a passing delight To help out their classmates not always so bright. As Sophomores they worked with a will so intent. With brave Garnet Best as their president. Helping the Freshmen to get thro’ the halls With all of their books and not many falls. In nineteen fifteen we were Juniors, you know; And here Morris Bocock made everything go Along very smoothly and helped us to see How good we as Juniors in High School should be. At last we were Seniors, so mighty that we Were soon victims of hard work and high dignity. Our president here was, I presume you all know, Bert Presley, who makes things just hum when they go. Our advisor in class work and social affairs Has shown her allegiance in her friendly cares With the fourth year students and helped them along In order that they might as Seniors be strong. She has faithfully helped us with every-day work. Taking care that we studied and tried not to shirk Our daily preparation of English and the like: We will ever revere her, our helper. Miss White.” In athletics our class has made many a point. Though there were some bad bruises and bones out of joint; In basketball, football, and in baseball, too. As well as in tennis, we knew what to do. 18

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Class Song ‘Nineteen Sixteen. Tune by Eastman. Have you heard the story of the foolish little Freshies That were always plotting mischief on the sly? Soon as Sophomores they strutted, with conceit and pride nigh bursting. Smiling haughtily on Freshmen passing by. Then as Juniors they emerged with stately, studious air; Tho’ looking up to Seniors grand and wise; Till at last as full-fledged Seniors they were feted, honored, sought. And on them were fixed admiring, envious eyes. Chorus: Nineteen Sixteen! Is our cry. Nineteen Sixteen! Grants Pass High! ’Tis an oft-repeated story, and ‘twill fit this class of ours. That to Grants Pass High is now to bid farewell. Rut ‘tho far and wide we scatter, oft our thoughts will wander hither, And we’ll hearken for the old familiar bell; And we'll not forget the faces of our teachers dear. And our class-mates, wheresoe’er we may abide. And throughout the years to follow, what e’er our lot in life. We will think of Grants Pass High with love and pride. Chorus: