Hill Military Academy - Adjutant Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Item 11 trousers. Item 12 Item 13 jersey. Item 14. bearing. Item 15 cuses. Item Item 10. I, Robert Lee Galloway, to Donald LeDoux my job as calisthenics leader. I, Francis Greulich, to Randall Hammond my wide L L I, I, Joseph Gibbs, to Ward French the sick call. Martin Harrison, to Jack Epperson my basketball Fred Haines jr., to Wilbur Campbell, my aristocratic Everett Knapp, to Robert Hibbard, my good ex- Ford Livermore to Frank Dungan, two bottles of 16 I, , liniment for use during football season. Item 17. I, Edward MacClean, to Walter Mattheaus, my pull with the Major. Item 18. I, Albert Mellar, to Louis Berlin, my underslung arches. Item 19. I, Ted Madden, to Kenneth I-Iydorn, the recipe for Senior banquets. Item ZO. I, Reginald Nestos, to Fletcher Wood, two special par- ty passes. Item 21. I, Edward Olcott, to Albert VonderWerth, the job of rustling D. Pis. Item 22. I, Ralph Shaffer, to Kenneth Getty, four boxes of vas- eline and a bottle of Glo-Co. Item 23. I, Elwood Whonn, to Joel Ware, two transfers and a student ticket. lO

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CLASS or 1925 MAKES ITS BEQUESTS. It's up to you , enunciated Ralph, and for the love of Pete be original! . ' A 4, , 1 d How can I write a Senior Will? When the Seniors have a rea y given all they have?l' qu H You've got to write something , he sarcastically murmured , 'fI've done it all . Yes you have not! I yelleped and ducked the heavy tome on chemistry that he heaved at my head. . Three days later I dug up an ancient pamphlet on witchcraft of ancient ages. Deep in the musty pages I neglected the passing of time and I slept. I l t When I awoke the following morning, I found it clenched in my fingers. It was in my handwriting and therefore thanking the Witch for her help I gave it to the publishers. -Toi-1 SENIOR CLASS WILL All day Wall Street had been in a turmoil. The' Bears were hammering, but. the Senior class hammered back and won a fortune: Kings assembled armies and fleets of airplanes bombarded the city, but the Senior class by brilliant maneuvering won the victory and saved the country from disaster and defeat. Ice, snow and hunger haunted the path of the intrepid band of explorers in the Arctic, the Senior class mounted over these obstacles and brought back as- tunding discoveries of the north polar regions. At last the success- ful career was over. All ears were waiting for the fatal toll of the cathedral bells -that were to sound the mournful tidings of a great leaders passing. The Senior Class slid one hand under his pillow and drew a folded document, which he gave to his eldest son, and quietly he left. Later the will was opened and the remarkable document was made public. ' Item 1. I, the Senior Class of the Hill Military Academy being in sound mind and body do bequeath to the world my good will and talent. Item 2. To the Faculty, I do bequeath my sincere appreciation for the benefits and cheerful advice given. Item 3. To Mr. Joseph A. Hill, I do bequeath my sincere wishes for a successful new school at Rocky Butte. Item 4. To Mr. Ben Hill, I do bequeath the ancient pass I've used fourteen times. Item. 5. I, Charles Bonnett, to Frank Wright, my shiekish for- tune with the girls. Item 6. I, Milton Dean, to Howard Buhl, my pugilistic ability. Item 7. I, Carrol Qean, to Thomas Rowan, my Captain's whistle. Item 8. I, Steve Ldwards, to Arthur Buchner, my ability to teach dancing. Item 9. I, Robert Flack, to Warren Bowness my musical ability.

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A CLASS PROPHESY '4But darn it, Ted, I said, 'II canlt write a class prophesy. You must , he emphatically replied, ftbecause at the meeting I said you would! 'I HBut- I protested. 'LNo 'fbuts about it. If necessary get Lee to help you but please do it for my life is at staken. He let out a little chuckle at the same time diving for the door knob, intuitively seeming to know I was going to grab for him. I worried over the matter for months. The Adjutant was ready for press. The day before graduation came and still I racked my brain fruitlessly for the class prophesy. I met Ted that afternoon. He could tell by the crestfallen look on my face that I hadn't written it. I won't take no , he said, 'tI'll hold the press until tomorrow night at twelvet' and passed on. It was graduation night. The armory fairly glittered with the splender and itself seem to reflect the combined spirit of sorrow and gaiety which prevailed in the audience. The ceremonies were over, the hall was filled with mothers crying, smaller cadets and girls laughing and teachers and friends congratulating. I was near the door watching all this when gradualy I noticed things getting dimmer. The din of the hall seemed fainter and when every thing turned black I felt myself going up--up ---- up --------- . Suddenly I felt my ascent stopped short and feebly opened my eyes to find myself in a dome shaped cavern. I rubbed my eyes and strained them to try to see my surroundings. All was dark before me but as I stood there a dark red hue from behind gradually became a little brighter as it threw my shadow on the rocky walls, which I discovered by this lightelay in front of me. As I stood there bewildered as to what to do I was startled to hear a deep, rather judical voice say, f'Turn aroundlt' I did. To my horror I beheld a most grotesque sight. There in front of a pile of glowing coals sat a hideous old witch. For a second my thoughts returned to my childhood days when to comfort my troubled mind I had been told there were no real witches and now I wondered why they tell children lies. She sat there in a long flowing black garment glaring at me with a half twinkling, half crazy look in her eyes. She wore a tall peaked cap from which straggled numerous grey hairs. Her fingers were made to look long and bony by the tapering finger nails. Finally she spoke. It was the same voice I had heard before. 'tYou are here to see the doings of your class mates. Do not ask any questions concerning your arrival or about what is to be revealed to you. Time has passed. Some of your former class- mates have been fortunate, others not. While she had been speaking she had been fumbling in the folds of her gown. As she finished, she took something from her gown and threw it on the coals. It was just a few grains but the minute