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

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the family, and all were sorry when she moved to Idaho. She and Marguerite are very easily amused and When they once get started to laughing, it is impossible for them to stop. I regret to say that Claud Goodlin, Chester Harpole and Eddie Neaves have left our happy circle. 'A few of the grade pupils are present, but they never join in our activities. We have a fine joke on them. One day there was a car load of junk going through town and a brakey told the boys that it was the remains of the battleship Maine on its way to the Panama Exposition at San Fran- cisco. They believed this and began to carry off large. pieces of iron for souvenirs. One day, when Fritzie forgot her dinner, Carey proved his sympathetic nature by trying to persuade someone to divide with her. In a day or two, he said he had won a bet on a basketball game, in which Fritzie had starred, but he refused to divide the gainings With her. We never have any quarrels; everything is a joke with us. On arriving in the basement, the conversation is generally opened by someoneis asking, How are the Folks ?i, llThe Folksii are a great point of interest with all. Boyce' is forbidden to converse about a ltThe Folks? under penalty of Carey exposing a joke about Fritzie. All subjects then are open for discussion. llCaesaris Gallic W'arsi, receives proper mention. A11 social functions are discussed. The Presidential candidates form a very convient topic. We some- times forget and talk about Rick,s wrestling qualities in the presence of Katie. Many of the girls carry their dinner to school in paper sacks. This is not to avoid washing a dinner bucket, but so that the girls can have the sacks to throw at the waste paper basket. This is done for practice in basketball. Fritzie and Katie are the stars. All this and more go to make up our program. I take it for granted that you know, that we are all busy eating our dinner. Of all the places I know of there is none that I love better than our dear old basement with its happy faces and laughter. :xlnoon time spent in the basement would certainly drive away the ues. s. .. w!

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,y I I33 I Md . .xi x vh s Elli? Eammmt Glnnnerzatinn By Ray Vaulthrin, ,13 When the days are short and it rains continually and it seems as if everything is dead and that a fellow could not have any fun, if he tried, then we enjoy our noonday conversation in the base- ment. We might compare ourselves to an old-fashioned family, all gathered around the fireplace, only we have no lireplace and no grandfather to tell us stories. We tell our own stories. We are shut in from the rest of the world. No one knows any- thing about our fun. Professor Beals, Miss Thompson, Professor Scullen and the grade teachers are all home to dinner. There is no one to watch us except Mr. Miller, the janitor, and he likes to see us enjoy ourselves. He often calls us his children. We are assembled in a circle .. Some are sitting on boxes, some on oldydesks, and very frequently you will see Carey ,perched on a block of wood. If you were to visit this happy crowd, you would find some striking peculiarities. There are some who talk all the time but do not succeed in saying much; for instance, Carey and your humble servant. Katie is a match for them, however, and fre- quently takes them down a notch or two when they are inclined to brag. ' Boyce is looked to as authority on all subjects, but his specialty is Rrigometry. XVe have some, like Evelena and Blanch, who do not talk at all. I often wonder if they enjoy our fun. I hope they do. Carl and Wilbur are very much interested when we talk of past experiences with the hay baler. We often speak of the time when we were in Careyls peach. orchard and he hollowed to us, Help your- selves, boys? and we understood him to say liGet out of there, boys? , Ejner is the only llinanii among us. He is a great debator in high school, but our subjects are out of his line of thought. Johnie is a very modest boy and does not converse on subjects purely social. It takes something like dreams to interest him. Thomas is a good type of an Oregon farmer. We are very soory that we lost 'dered as the baby of Annie Jensen, our little pet. She was con51 73

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