Imbler High School - Golden Reveries Yearbook (Imbler, OR)

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Senior Class History Four years ago, a group of very green but ambitious young people entered the doors of the Imbler high school and embarked upon the gigantic task of earning the necessary sixteen credits towards graduation. The class started its high school activities by becoming guests at the welcoming Freshman reception after our initiation that lasted a full day. Mr. Albert Hopkins, his first year at the Imbler high school, l ecame our class advisor. Under his leadership we walked away with all honors of the year. Competing against all other classes, we won the one-act play contest by a large margin of votes, a feat that had never lxren accomplished before by a Freshman class. The senior class nosed us out by a few points in the pep contest. During our sophomore year we again drew Mr. Albert Hopkins as our class advisor. What a record we made! What grades we captured!! What traditions we upset!!! It was here that we accomplished the brave deed upon which our lasting fame may rest. We discovered a method of lx ing able to get through classes without the use of textbooks. We discovered a method that has never before lx en used by students. We learned how to bluff—or at least we thought we were bluffing until the faculty dished out the grades. After that we revised our plan and decided perhaps a little study would lx beneficial to the future history of our grade cards. It was in our sophomore year that we again walked off with honors in the one-act play contest. This year we also won the student Ixxly pep contest. Other classes lx?gan to notice we were present. Someone said something about nothing being so rare as a day in June. But let me tell you there’s no grand and glorious feeling like the one we had the day we became Juniors. Of all the classes in the school—this is the favored class. ou see the Seniors are afraid of them because if the seniors mistreat the juniors the may not get any banquet. The sophomores are afraid of the Juniors because the) live in hopes that they may get a chance to eat the crumbs left from the banquet. The freshmen just don’t know any lx tter than to like the juniors. The faculty. « f course, likes all the classes and that includes the Juniors. So the junior class is tin most popular class in school—or, that is. it was while we were juniors. Stepping up the ladder with us was our advisor. Mr. Hopkins. Again we proved the stuff that was within us by walking off with the one-act play contest for the third consecutive year by a larger vote margin than ever before. And the pep contest, why certainly we won it, too. Our Junior year was rounded out with the usual parties, sponsor of the junior-senior banquet, etc. Our three-act play, Aunt Kmma Sees It Through” was played to a large audience and declared by those who were present as the “best ever”. There’s a motto which reads. If you want to get to the top. keep climbing'. That’s what we did. Mr. Hopkins, our class advisor, was elected superintendent of our schools and continued to advise us during our senior year. See where we are today. The senior class is monarch of all it surveys—it rules the Imbler high school. It takes all the honors. It gets all the diplomas. The whole community turns out for graduation. The seniors art the center of attraction again. Our class has made a record from a standpoint of scholastic records and school activities. Four of our classmen have chalked up some of the best grade scores that have been left on the records. After four years of earnest endeavor we have attained great achievements, and although we are glad to graduate, we know we will often wish we could return to good « 1 1 Imbler high school.

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Class Prophecy PREVIEWS OF TOMORROW I am sure that you all like to go to a show and see the preview of coming attractions which are to be offered at the theatre. I believe also that you are interested in the coming events and attractions that are to have members of the senior class of 1943. Imbler high school, as the actors. The management of the class has therefore arranged for your enjoyment and entertainment at this time a description of coming attractions of the years as they affect the members of the worthy senior class, now graduating from the Imbler high school. Here we are in tin world of tomorrow. Walking down Broadway, New York, is the world’s greatest comedian, Bob Wilson. He has made a fortune just telling funny stories and making the world laugh. Over in radio city the broadcast of the gossip is going on. That rapid fire talker with the musical voice of the air is Bethel Vandermulen. It is said that she gets $3,(XX) a night for her broadcast, livery ether wave is full of her sayings. Better be careful. One might climb into your ear. Are you wanting a place to eat? Why not try the little cafe just around the corner. A good fish dinner for $5.(X), or a hamburger sandwich for $1.25. No wonder Curtis Roper gave up the title of the world’s welter weight to go in for feeding people at those prices. Why, at the hot cake stand back in the old home town, Jack Burton will sell you a sizzling hot hamburger for five cents. The medal of award for distinguished service is to be awarded we hear to Jack Havekost. That little bundle of brains discovered a way to extract energy from a snowflake, and make enough electric current to make the water flow uphill at Niagara Falls. Will wonders never cease? An advertisement in the Chicago paper says that you can buy cellophane suits made to order at the Dorothea Hopkins Cello-suit Company on Michigan Blvd. The suits arc quite popular. Save washing and cleaning bills. They sell for $17.98 and last a lifetime. The largest ranch in the world is said to be located between two undiscovered mountain ranges of Utah. On the ranch the largest seedless, juiceless, peelingless oranges in the world are grown. 9.135L carloads wore shipped out last week. The owner of the ranch is Lloyd Gorman. He made his money to buy the ranch by selling peanuts on tin street of a mid-western city at a penny a sack.

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Our Class UDr By Lloyd German. Senior Class 1943 Twelve years ago the members of tonight’s graduating class launched out upon their career of public education. In many respects we have failed to reach the high standards set by out parents and our teachers. Yet we are glad that they set no lower standards for us than they did. By setting those standards far above our reach we have made more progress than would have otherwise been possible. We have outgrown our own efforts in our endeavor to reach the goals set for us. We have pursued the duties of our school days much as most students do. We can look back now and see where hours have been lost and efforts were wasted. Experience is a dear teacher. There is perhaps not a member of this class hut if the choice were given him would make a wiser use of the educational facilities at his command than he has done up to this time. Time puts wiser heads on tffe shoulders of youth. We come to the hour of our commencement with no apology. We have done the best we could do as we saw it with our inexperienced minds. We have made the most of the opportunities that were given us as we saw our talents to use. We have faithfully pursued the course of study that we might be awarded our diplomas. Yet our diplomas, and the receipt of them has not been our only aim. We have striven to bring honors to our class and to our school. We have striven to uphold the traditions of the school that so many have come to look upon as their high school. We have kept the trust placed in us. We have excelled in the classroom and on the athletic court and field. We have engaged in extra-curricular activities and in int r-sehool contests. We will not dwell upon the accomplishments of the members of this class to parade before you in our egotism that which we think we have accomplished alone. We give them to you that we might honor you. our friends, who have made our laurels possible. Without the splendid school and its courses of instruction offered, without the faculty you have given to guide and direct us, these honors would not now l e ours. So tonight we lay all the honors we have at your feet in tribute to you who have made possible our high school education. The biggest prize, the finest trophy, we cannot place before you for that lies within the recess of our brain, a developed mind that has come through the training we have received, a mind developed to meet the needs of the hour, a mind sympathetic with humanity, a mind hoping for a chance to render through our physical bodies our share of the service the world must have. The class of 1943 thanks you for all that you have done to make our commencement possible.