Heyburn High School - Pirate Yearbook (Heyburn, ID)

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tl! 14... A SENIOR CLASS HISTORY-COI1t'd farewell, because they were completingitheir voyage, and we realized we would probably never see some of them again. The last year of our voyage came in clear and bright. We still kept Donald and Lula as our leaders, and working together made this year the best of all. One day the Freshmen craft, which had just entered our sea, gave a dance in our honor. All the Seniors had a fine time and went home with the feeling that they were true sailors in the making. The Juniors gave us a prom, for we had attained the highest place. In the spring we sailed through the straight of commencement and left our craft. It had served its time and now with our diplomas in hand, showing we have creditably made our four years' journey, we are not sure whether we are glad or sorry. Ahead of us looms the huge vessel of Career, which each must sail alone. And now, perhaps for the last time, our crew gathers together, and with hands clasped in the circle of friend- ship we sing our old class song, and clear and strong our motto, Each for the other, and all for the Class. Amen. Dorothy Fruit. fm A W , , -K l ga 1 .u l K X .. -

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ffl SENIOR CLASS HISTORY HE SUN shone brightly and our hearts beat high with hope that day, four years ago, when we boarded our craft and sailed from the safe old harbor of grade school into the great unchartered ocean of higher education. Our ship was untried, but we felt our eager crew could master all difficulties. YVe elected Dorothy Fruit cap- tain and Lucile Dunham to manage our financial difficulties, and hoisting out banners of red and black, with its shining inscription of '28, we began our journey. Because we were inexperienced many of the ships tried to dishearten us, choosing to drape our craft in festoons of green, and in many other ways disturb our dignity. But to show our good will and advancing knowledge of this new life, we landed April 1 on a goodly island, and inviting all the nearby crafts, celebrated far into the night with dancing and huge freezers of ice cream and to sell them the idea of what our pep could be like. At various sports many of our crew, disheartened because of the rough waves, or anxious for other sport, left us. But those that remained seemed drawn closer together, for trials and trouble make friends and teach us to appreciate those about us. In 1925 we sailed into a new sea. It was known as Sophomore and the voyage gave promise of better sailing. This year we elected Don Fridley captain and let Dorothy Fruit worry over our treasury. Miss Bilger, an experienced craftsman, was with us that year and taught us all to be better sailors. What a year that was! Without warning a contest was announced in an endeavor to have all the crew 100 per cent holders of season tickets to the sports held on the high seas. But the contest was short lived, for by noon our crew had won. On April 27 of that year we landed on an explored region and celebrated our safe voyage by visiting a world wonder known as Sho- shone Falls and Blue Lakes. Though the sea was often stormy our craft rode victoriously into port. The third year of our trip was the most exciting of all. Knowing a. good captain when we found one we re-elected Don Fridley. Lula VVilkinson was given the honor of guarding our treasury chest. That 'year it was our privilege to publish the annual. VVe called it the Pirate, and chose Verla Croft to edit it. What at nerve-racking experience it was, gathering all the material and raising the necessary funds. The annual was a huge success, doing credit to our little craft and its fore-seen loyal crew, and showing the faithful work of Miss Bilger, who was always ready to lay aside her own desires to help us. That year we gave he crew of '27 a huge dance, this was a sort of

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is gr SENIOR CLASS POEM The Seniors are out with a dozen men, To conquer the World their aim! And 'tis the greatest wish of H. H. That they win their Way to fame. So well they've been taught, Low aim is crime, S. That though they at first may fail, They will ever battle With all their might' And never let down their sail. The Seniors captured on their maiden bout The wonderful Pirate ship, And loading it with eleven years of Returned from this heroic trip. gold, In bidding farewell to Commodore Young, And to his officers bold, We leave no barnacles on the old boat Nor yet any rats in the hold. Sail out and on, Oh, Seniors strong and great! Sail out and on to conquer fate. You 'll find the hidden treasure if you seek, Dear, dear class of twenty-eight. Lula Wilkinson