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

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EDITORIAL PAGE l»t M I V l ift is A Tested Recipe T : Cream together a disconsolate Student Body and a discontinued annual. Add a liberal cup of Alumni persuasion. Into the resulting combination, stir several staff meetings. Beat in a subscription campaign, preferably a more successful one than for several years. Pour into-a pan well-greased with close figuring and place on a limited budget to simmer awhile. Remove.'season with a few delays and set aside to cool for three months. Serve in May with a proud grin, calling it the 1934 1 OKA. “Ye Ed. Friend Oh, world, what miracle twas born in thee This . . . Thing . . . called Friend . . . To bless the earth with comfort keen To bathe a heart—refresh: . . . serene: To salve these wounds with mercy's mien; 'Tis proof of heaven's care: . . . a friend. . . Tho deep the cup with bitter woe: Tho drear and dark life's pathways show. This light of sympathy. I'll know, When I have found . . . . . . a friend. . . Sweet as clean blue sky 'twill be: Dainty; bud of deity: . . . Cup of bitter wormwood, e'en shall be. The draught of joy to me If I may share it all with thee,— ... my friend. . . Earth has no blossom more sublime. No ray of light so clear, divine. Or hope of joy, or paean of rhyme,— No sweeter gift of life, for mine. Ah: . . . May I call thee, . . . . . . Friend?” . . . Peggy Breitmayer, ’31. A Lark’s Song I was sad, for it was raining The drizzling rain of spring. But my heart soon stopped it’s crying When a lark began to sing. Alice Chapin. i dream . . . My spirit soars into a lovely creation. Suddenly I awaken to the sullen voices of the world. And paradise wilts as a dew-wet rose before a burning sun. Barbara Barnes. Spring is Youth Come hew the sills of wonder and rush rapidly to light before all ambitions fall asunder and success buds are in blight. Why fear the season’s parting? why fear the fading day? why ache when death is starting— spring will drive all sleep away. With spring comes the perpetual blood; the sap. dammed up so long, will wash the cob webs with its flood where the frets of time have gone. Frank Farmer. To a Pine Staunch, stalwart, straight you stand, A guardian grim o'er all the land. You give the traveler a shady retreat. And shelter the growing things at your feet. You provide a carpet fit for a queen, And please the eye with a touch of green Y our swaying boughs in the rollicking breeze. Create a lullaby some one to please. You battle the storms, a fortress supreme. Peoples pass on but you live for an aeon. Alberta Bigelow.

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i i ii rc r Freshman Class History This year more than one hundred and twenty Freshmen entered Grants Pass High School in September. During the year the Freshmen have tried to be active and loyal members of the Grants Pass Student Body. The boys built the Rally Night Bonfire, the traditional duty of Freshmen, and took active part in the Serpentine. Our class has been fairly well represented in athletics and other activities. The annual Freshman-Sophomore and Sophomore-Freshman parties were enjoyed by both classes. - The Freshman boys were victims of a “Smokeless Smoker” and the girls were initiated by the Girls’ League at a party. We freshmen have tried, in study as well as activities, to be worthy members of the Student Body. Our officers for this year are as follows: Buster Carter. President: Larry Adams. Vice-President: Virginia King. Secretary: Waldo Gray, Treasurer; and Glen Mitchell. Student Body Representative. Chemistry Contest The annual Chemistry examination given to High School Chemistry students by the Oregon section of the American Chemical Society was held May 4. The purpose of this examination is to promote the study of Chemistry and instill interest in it. The prize to be awarded to the winning high school will be a trophy suitably engraved. The local team consisted of Kathleen Bratton, Curtis Conner. Earl Gipe. Mabel Jones. George Latimer, Stanley Taylor. Robert Thompson and Woodrow Wilbur. Before marriage a man yearns for a woman. After marriage the “y Is silent. Art Wlnetrout: tlee. my clog is smart. I can be a mile away and he can find me. Bill Lonignn: Why don’t you take a bath? Harry Hagberg: Mr. Mitchell, your daughter has promised to be my wife.” Mr. Mitchell: It was your own fault—u hat else did you expect If you kept hanging around here every night.” HAVE YOU? Have you quivered with some storm— tossed pine And felt your spirits leap and climb? or ridden far out on a lonely wind-swept plain To satisfy some restless, inward claim? HUS LKWI8. Have you split an amber cloud in two And watched a golden citadel come Into view? or gazed across a glamorous sea And seen the lands you wished to see?

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