Hoquiam High School - Hesperian Yearbook (Hoquiam, WA)

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lHllESlP'lElRllAN 11938 SCHOOL LIFE fContinuedJ you won't call her up and ask her, I heard Bud Perrine plead to Elda. Elda isn't at all sympathetic with hookey players. Is there no 'end to this? Just because Peter the Great made the court women wear corsets, Mr. Huhta had to blush. Sincerely, we wish en masse to thank Maurice Whitney for not thinking that we are all dumbbells. Opportunity is knocking for some young inventor. Mr. Treischel couldn't get paint-proof table tops for Bonnie Jean Andrews so now he is looking for a new kind of painting that can be done without paint. And speaking of paint-shame on you, Miss Forsberg! Such actions shock us! We know all about that paint-slapping contest in which Lloydine Ryan, Carolyn Abrahamson. Barbara Abrams, and you indulged. Yes, we remember very well that Doyle Coldiron threw some mean paint, too. But we're especially glad that you got some of the stuff on yourself. A monument should mark the historic day when Mr. Harding's mustache came off. Will wonders never cease? Les Mickelson wasn't a bit surprised when he was informed that Marie Perry had slipped in ahead of him and is valedictorian. The last time we heard, Snowball was still looking for Oliver Goldsmith's play, She Conks to Stuporf' Trials and temptations of a teacher are here made explicit. Even Mr. Salyer's exact proofs didn't persuade Joe DeLateur that the prob- lems could be solved. And speaking of such matters-Miss Sample has a unique way of eliminating botherations. We're not going to say who was responsible for barring the sixth period study from the library, but we certainly should. We thought that Oliver Tibbetts was going to forget a line in the senior play, but he pulled through. fDon't worry about meg I'm checking out in the morning.J And did you notice how Grandma's hair turned gray- er over night, or rather between acts? Sophomores are supposed to be somewhat accustomed to being big shots, but Lloydine Ryan and John Champ got all flustered just think- ing about giving an interview to Th-e Hi-News. Nothing reminds me so much of homing pigeons as do the alums who immediately flock into the office or locker room upon returning from college. Gene Coldiron, Stan Mickelson, and Thor Peterson were among those eager to see the old school again. And Jack Arthaud was also cur- ious to find out how we're getting along without him. Don't be too conclusive. Just because Bud Moore takes up the whole corner while negotiating a right turn isn't a sign that he is left- handed. Don't laugh. It wasn't funny when Alex stood out in front and yel- led, Spring is here. It was raining cats and dogs. Happy are we that we didn't compromise on our suggested senior class colors. Yet for sweaters, a purple background with brown, green, and white trimmings, might have set a new vogue . . . Mary Lou Morris and Dorothy Mathias are two who admit that they are overweight, and aren't doing anything about it. And no one ever calls either of them fatty . 'Tis a shame. Has Mr. Rice political ambitions? Vic Meyers couldn't have looked jauntier in a uniform. But then the former hasn't a mustache, ifthat's what Vic calls his. Vocational talks have been conveni-ent for hookey players in these parts. If not, why did so many of the lads attend the vocational talks on nursing? We heard that the plan almost succeeded in one class. fContinued on Page 823 - 29 -

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HIESPIERIAN was School Life This was my last day of school, and just for old times sake I de- cided to take one last look. So back I went, on a sort of mental jaunt over what I remembered of the school year just passed. As I peeked into each room, sauntered through the halls, or r-ested on the shaded lawn, I scrib- bled down my jumbled thoughts. All of our pleasantest little memories are embittered by some un- fortunate circumstancesg for instance, why weren't We around when George Hansmann sat in a puddle of nitric acid? He must have had a hot time! But then there are compensations, for when Ed Mickelson was barred from the library, it was hard to t-ell which was most crimson, his athletic sweater, his hair, or his face. Experience teaches, and Miss Peterson's biology students know that it's better not to pester the white mice up there now. Their teeth don't make very pretty impressions. Comes a time every year when a certain question is uppermost in the minds of seniors, Will I get my diploma? Mr. Pevey says that no one should be allowed to graduate who can't give a decent speech. Is he sending pupils Mr. Harding's way, or just offering him competition? We've still got a few honor society pencils lying around. Can We exchange the old basketball schedules on them for new ones-preferably next year's? wonders Bob Ryan. Someone once declared that the school was going to the dogsl' with so many of them around, but why kick the canine out? Some of them look more anxious to acquire an education than we imprisoned ones. Kenneth Husby isn't sure about the proverbial silver spoon, but says that he might have been born with a silver basketball in his mouth. Your mouth isn't that big, Kenny. u Chemistry students seem especially allergic to chlorine gas. Won- der why .... ? It didn't eliminate so terribly many during the World War. Let it be known once and for all that th-e slipping on the rug scenev in Junior Sees It Through was accidentally, BUT ably, enacted by Don Morris. Now quit asking . . . And oh yes! Of whom does Don remind you more, Sleepy or Dopey ? Excuse, please. Ah! Dennis Walsh has just disclosed a secret. We now know where to get those ten dollar words free-for-nothing. All of which is no sign that we intend to stock up on them. But it IS a consolation to know that WE COULD talk RIGHT SMART if we wanted to. Thank you, Mr. Krekow, for giving us seniors so much encourage- ment and advice. We'll let you know if we ever use it. Time should tell. Herels a story that could have led to tragedy if school vacation had not saved the day. In an hour of despondency Mabelle England wrote, It's nice work if you can get it, all over her text book covers. Tsk! tsk! There is no need to blush if you have traveled down a flight of stairs the uncomfortable way. Who can truthfully say that he has never done so? And anyway, it's an acknowledged fact that it's th-e quickest way down. Remember how you were roughly hurried out of the cooking room after suddenly being caught venturing to sneak a piece of cake for your- self. It seems that Mildred Lundstrom and Adelaide Pinckney are often treat-ed that way. One felt more like dancing or marching to Mrs. Franklin's records than typing to them. And come to think of it, we didn't get fingerprinted eith-er, Mrs. Franklin. Could it be, you're a ballyhooer? we're asking. I'll do anything to prove that that is my mother's signature if

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