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

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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.

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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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Salutatorian Address c ?0 TO KEEP US FREE By Donna Heisner We have come to our graduation from high school in a period of great conflict on many battlefronts of the world. There is no nation, no group of people, not affected by the ravages of war which has threatened the very foundation upon which civilization rests. In fact, in the early period of the war. many of the bravest. and most enduring, feared that the rock upon which the temple of civilization had been built, through the centuries, was about to lx washed down into the swirling waters of the sea of oblivion. In the darkest days of the conflict, when the sun of hope almost ceased to shine for millions of men and women, who had long enjoyed the blessings of liberty and the fruits of prosperity, under government of the people, even in the United States there were those who began to doubt the future. And then out of the ruins of London and Coventry, and out of the hearts anti determination of men and women who refused to bow to the dictators and place upon the gift table of the war gods all the freedoms they had gained through the centuries, arose a spirit—a mighty spirit—to keep us free. Upon the frozen plains of Russia—from the troubled land of China—from th -continent familiarly called the “Land Down Under —across the burning sands of the African desert, from submerged positions far beneath the surface of the mighty oceans, from tin- unseen courses of the sky. came the spirit—a mighty spirit—to keep us free. It was tin spirit of men who had always loved freedom and right and justice. It was the spirit of all of those who had died at all the Gettysburgs and Valley Forges the world has ever known since the beginning of time. It was the collective voice of the heroes of the past speaking to the men and women of today. It was a voice telling us of the present to keep the faith they had fought for on the battlefields of the past—the voice spreading the hope that we might continue to lx- free. The ages have rolled along their course since the beginning of time. Then-have always been those despotic rulers who would cast a cloud across the sky of hope for freedom of the masses. There have always been those who have sought to trample under the heel of the tyrant the poor masses who only seek a fair share for their dividend in abundant living. But the despots have passed with the passing of time. The tyrants have lived but their short day. The rights of the people have prevailed that each passing generation might enjoy the benefits of freedom. There is but one excuse for war. There is but one high purpose men can have in waging conflict. Guided by the lofty purpose that men and women have a right to live under governments of their own choosing, and pursue a way of life fitted to their state of advancement—nations have a right to go to war. And thus we are at war today—to preserve our rights—to keep us free. We have come to the day of our graduation from high school at a period which historians will record as one of great crisis for the rights of mankind. We have come to the day of our graduation when we. t x , as those who survived Coventry. and the other places of attack, hear the voices of the millions who gave their lives in the past that we might enjoy the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Tonight the message has come to us. We realize that America lights to keep us free. We realize that we must serve to keep us free. We realize that our first task ahead is to help bring the present conflict to an end that peace may prevail. We realize the debt we have to pay.