Gresham High School - Munhinotu Yearbook (Gresham, OR)

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...H--THE MUNHINOTU--...- Class Poem Now that the Golden Gates of Childhood Are so softly swinging to, Let us pause for a nioinent to ponder, On the great things for us to do. 'Tis for us to fathom the secrets Of the great deeds of other days, That we may build for tomorrow In strong everlasting ways. It is for us to so live our lives, With a purpose so noble and true, That our ehildren's children shall gather Inspiration from deeds that We do. It is for us to so live and build, That the future that is to be, May be better because of our efforts For the good of humanity. In a Word, let us travel through life In a path so straight and plain, That, at the close of life 's evening We may not have lived in Vain. -S. Paulson, '23 Vale Farewell, ye happy, joyful hours, Farewell to youth 's glad dreams. Our childhood days are over, We enter life ls broad streams. But we have learned great lessons In the days we have spent here, We bless you for our learning, Farewell, our High School, dear. -S. Paulson, ' Twenty-Seven 2

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lllllllnllunlllulllllllllllllllllllllllll' T H E M U N H I N O T U UU' 'll' l'll ' JUDITH M. LARSON Commercial. Class Basketball 4. Begone dull care, I am busy. L. MALCOLM HILLYARD Agriculture. Agriculture Club: Football 4. Oh, this learning, what is it? MABEL V. SLOOP Normal. And when a man's in the case you know all other things give place. OLIVE D. WEDIN Commercial. Basketball 4. Known by her giggle. EVERETT LAKE College Preparatory. Glee Club 1-2-3-4: Agriculture Club: Boys' Quartet 45 Class Basketball 1-21 Class Baseball 2. Everett seldom breaks the rule, 'Never study out of school! ' RUTH M. ANDERSON Commercial. lf silence is golden, then sho is 21 1 karat. L . i Twenty-Six

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nnnnvnolTHE nun Our Story Listen, good people and you shall hear A tale of a class full of ,joy and cheer, 'Tis the class of the year Nineteen twenty-three Of which you shall hear if you listen to me. Four years ago, an age it does seem, We entered this school with faces abeam, Eighty-two nicer youngsters never were seen Than that bunch of youngsters who acted so green. The Sophomores who loved so to joke and to tease, Did give us a party which developed our ease, And then just to show that we werenlt afraid We sure did have fun at a grand masquerade. And then when spring came 'and we all felt gay, We did celebrate grandly the first day of May. Thus ended our first year in old Union High, Quickly, too quickly, do such days go by. As Sophonlores we simply vouldn't find rest, Until for the Freshmen we had done our best, So We gave them a party on St. Hallow l+l'en And frightened them white all under the green. When Stunt Day came it sure was a treat, Everyone declared that it couldn't be beat. A bust of Roosevelt we gave, to appeal, To the High School in general, as our ideal. So the time passed on and the year rolled around, Those lively young Sophomores as Juniors were found A little more serious, a little more wise, But still with real fun and joy in their eyes. At the Junior-Senior party we all were most gay, And the next big event was our wonderful play, All of a Sudden Peggym it had for a name, Whoever did see it rernenibers the same. Twenty-Eight