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

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Lloyd Schmidt Lillian Fosbery Grace Patton Vernon Coverstone Beryl Conklin Mr. Wardrip Helen Spalding Beatrice Hively Calvin Bryan Guy Walcott Elizabeth Coover Carl Mosher Lois Edgerton Don McKinstry —15—

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STUDENT ADMINISTRATION The students may well feel that their choice of officers for the administrative department was fortunate. Their duties as officers have been executed in a manner well deserving of the confidence which the students placed in them. The Associated Student Body meetings are held during school time on the last 1 hursday of each month. Complete financial reports are made by the treasurer and the ticket manager, and problems pretaining to the student body at large are discussed. One noteworthy piece of work accomplished by the administrative body was the revision of the student body financial system. The treasurers of the classes and clubs found this change rather difficult to become accustomed to at first, but with continued use they found it to be most satisfactory. Our school was well represented at conferences which were held for the purpose of assisting high school organizations. Representatives from the Toka and Scroll staffs attended the Editors and Managers Convention which was held at the University of Oregon. Delegates from the two upper classes also attended the Educational Exposition at O. A. C. The student body council is composed of student body officers, the officers of the four classes, representatives from the classes, the athletic manager, the ticket manager, the Scroll and 1 oka editors, who are members ex-officio, Mr. Wardrip, adviser of the council, and Mr. Nickels and Miss Humphrey, faculty members, also ex-officio. This council is indispensable for it can accomplish work which would be impossible if it were taken before the entire student body. —14—

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 PALS O’ MINE I love my little broncho hoss, A friend that’s served me well If he were gone I’d feel the loss Lots more than I can tell He’s always been a pal true-blue And never once has failed He's stuck by me, and we’ve come thru On all the trails we’ve trailed. I love my little yellow dog That follows me around Behind my hoss heels he'll jog On hop and skip and bound For hours on end, ’til he’s all in And ready most to drop But wear him down to bones and skin. And he would never stop. We’ve been thru lots of stress and strife That hoss. and dog and me. We’ve tasted some of red, raw life And stood the gaff—we three . That little hoss is sure dead-game. And never yet has quit. That yellow dog is just the same, And full of nerve and grit. We’ve trailed the trails of No-man's land. Worn down just about. We’ve floundered in the quickened sand But they have got me out. That’s why I love my little hoss And dog—They’ve been so square. And when they cross the Great Divide I’ll meet them over there. —16-