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

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The Class of ’20 The class of ’20 leaves a mark In passing from this plane. That classes coming after us Shall struggle to attain. The class of ’20’s been carefree, Tho’ firm and true as steel. But about this graduation I’ll tell you how we feel. We are leaving dear old High school For the next step for us set. To reach our high ambitions But we leave thee with regret. We are leaving now forever. From your welc’ming door and halls We'll hear no more your joyous crowd Nor heed no more your calls. You’ve been a place of work and toil; You’ve been a prison cell Whose door was firmly bolted Whene’er we heard the bell. But now that we are leaving We feel a deep regret That as students, free and happy. You do not claim us yet. And as we look behind us To the days we spent with thee, We realize now what pals we were. How happy and how free. We are thirty-five in number. Tho’ the names I will not call. How useless and absurd’twould be For you to know them, each and all. And we are proud as proud can be Of each and every member. For in the world they each will shine ■Like a last bright burning ember. And so from many we stand as one; Before that one departs And bid the faculty, classes, all. Regards from out our hearts. —Sherman S. Smith ’20 23

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rose and green, and our originality, a combination which will usher them through a brilliant four years of C. P. H. S. second only to the Class of 1920 in its success. Fifteenth. To Vere M. Murray we do hereby will and bequest one large mega- phone, mounted on rubber castors to be moved conveniently about the assembly so that her numerous announcements may be heard by her so-called eighth period Babies to good advantage. Sixteenth. To Edith Daldberg we do bequest one spy glass possessed of high mag- nifying powers, with which to delect the unfortunate student who throws small shot, marbles and other articles during her fourth period assembly. We also will her one large armoured shield to be used in self-defense against any stray missiles flying through the air. Seventeenth. To Marguerite Sinclair we do will and bequeath one bright second-year French class that can complete her beloved first year French and be able to parlez-vous more correctly. Eighteenth. To Mr. Clenn Wardrip n e give one medium sized owl to hoot at the end of his assembly periods thereby saving much energy in going down the isle to ring the bell. I, LaVon Allen, the class cut-up, will my dark hair to Mary Reed. My haughty dark eyes to Harold Lundburg, provided he uses them for education purposes only. I, Aubrey Coff. bequeath my naps to Gardner Knapp and my ringlets to Mildred Lowden. I, Robert Bestul, will to LeRoy Heston a girl for every occasion, also eight dates out of the week, which will not interfere with his education in the least if he goes to bed before 3:30 a. m. I, Anna Bramwell, will our car to Floyd Parsons, provided he will be as nice to the girls as I have been to the boys. I, Charilla Telherow, bequeath all my historical knowledge back to Mr. Allen; I also wish to thank him for his kindness in piloting me over the deep and narrow places. I, Martha Reed, the noisiest person in C. P. H. S., bequeath my ability to make noise to Norman Kendall, also my artistic ability to Jack Murphy. We, Lynetta and Vemetta Quinlan, wish to will our twin-like appearance to Ernest Calhoun and Margaret Truax, but by special request n e ask them not to dress alike. I, Marjorie Niles, wish to will my naturally curly hair to Miss Wilson; also my well-developed sense of humor to Frank Hillis and I appoint Cretchen Clemens as Landa Cillette's guardian until he becomes of age. I, Clara Firth, bequeath my dimples, my auburn locks, brown eyes and surplus plumpness to Mrs. Parent. I, Thelma Robinson, bequeath my popularity to my sister, Vera, also to Allen Lacey, hoping they will have the many happy days in their High School career which their Senior brother and sister have. In witness whereof. n e have hereto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, the 24th day of May, in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty. (Signed) THE CLASS OF ’20. By Martha Wilkinson. Marjorie Niles. Martha Reed. 22

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Senior Class Song Tunc, Carolina Sunshine.” Through the years we’ve shared our days together. Now has come the time to part Hours of joy and grief have come and gone. Dear to every Senior heart Now the future weaves its golden spell o'er us. Dreams that someday may come true; Still within our hearts will live the love Grants Pass High, we have for you. Chorus: Friends we’ll meet as we grow older. But no better friends than these: Later years mean hearts grown colder. Lacking earlier memories. Ever as the future broadens, Of the dear old days we’ll tell. Memories of the class of 1 wenty And the school we’ve loved so well. Here between us no concealment Lies within the outstretched hand. Here we give ourselves revealment. Firmly, truly do we stand. Here’s no wrong that needs correction. Classmates, every one a friend; In the bonds of true affection Bound together to the en J. Carlotta Wiseman. Carmelita Pool. Our Departure It seems but a day since we As Freshmen cavorted round the halls And “passed notes,” and “cut classses” Inside thy very walls. But as dignified and stately Seniors All our frivolous days are past. And we leave thee, sadly, slowly. And say farewell at last. We used to think, “Ah! that this were o’er,” But now, and in this place When we leave thee to return no more— Regret marks every face. 24 —Muriel Meyers.