Junction City High School - Junco Ed Yearbook (Junction City, OR)

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ner-.A.. i. t. .,.Hm.,e HNA- .M M... ii mmhwu-wau. MW ,1....,f.q v, m. .Mmummahm Maw, r ; WMNVV re v t 11111;; Erart'a 312101 I know a maiden, young and fair, With lips of ruby red, That hide two rows of gleaming pearls, That eier their luster shed. On those Whom Fate hath foreordained Shall this fair creature know, Who with her smiles and winning ways Must - ever dearer grow. So like the rose of early June That spreads its fragrance far, More like the lily of the field That greets the morning star, It,sl bosom wet With pearly dew, As swaying with the Wind, Itis beauty, grace and love doth seem T0 eprth and heaven bind. Ch. sweetest How'r that eier bloomed Upon a verdant plain! Oh, fairest creature eier designed By our Creatofs brain! Could thou but deign to smile on me, My cup of joy ,twould fill, , For each sweet glance thou givest me, Doth make thee dearer still. eH. L. Thom. MW Tracer. Bydegm'hauntCi M h ' W3 7; ' ty h'gh , PW mag; time m M 33H Ummad' groping mundshouldered 511 '3 t .. 'th w M Di God WI w m of sunshine on h 90' a well constw wgmmy eyes, OVCI :hch hshts. Thick bla mad month, hordcm ghhMapprmnce to t mm d the best tailor arias of his hgurc. Him. a farmer's s M his school. the sec hdhkmtic, awkward c

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of this ninety per cent ofpur population. We have made our ele- mentary schools universal in regards to pupils. Only a few years more and our high schools will be made universal in respect to in- dustrial work. It is the duty of the state to do this part. In order to make the curriculum universal in regards to subject matter, we must uplift men of all classes in their industries.

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. o .J a r . , i A ,fa'. 3 Ai'e :- A1, 4L. 0' I h t where $511115 Emilie By Roy Tracer. 13 Remote, forlorn, dre'am-haunted and alone, A life walked-but as a life unknown. Where? On the mighty highway to the grave, Speeding forward with time in its flight, Stopped at a crossroad, groping for light. Thus a six-foot, broad-shouldered figure stood over one of the many mighty creations of Godewith what as a foundation, ahi-e art of man. The hrst warm rays of sunshine on a Sunday of early spring shone with sadness upon a well constructed man. Features bold, but regular; piercing steel-gray eyes, overshadowed with heavy dark brows and long black lashes. Thick black hair waved over a high forehead. A fine-formed month, bordered on either side by dimples, added a smiling but bold appearance to the countenance. His garments were of the best tailor make, in perfect harmony with the handsome lines of his figure. This was Dan Martin, a farmeris son, who four years before had been the joke of his school: the scoff of his class. But what could have Changed this rustic, awkward country lad, who might have been seen upon the street corner with a cigarette in one side of his mouth? Could this be the boisterous boy who was the torment of his mother, and the good for nothing of his father? Could this be the young man wha might now be seen during his vacations work- ing energetically upon his fatheris farmt Yes, all this and more, a young man of whom his parents might be proudepromising to be a man of value to the nation. But what could have brought about such a change? What could have made an efficient man out of a worthless boy? Four years of high school. But why was he in such a reverie? Was it failure; was it suc- cess; or was it love? The world said it was failure. Records said it was success. His guardian angel said it was love. 49 ; -..h km -a.,...'A- , '1