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

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THE JUNCO-ED 1927 Edward-I move that we do have one. Gladys Dorsey-All right, we'll have it. You know, we could do it without much expense, kiddo-have a skit or something. Last year the English teacher helped the seniors with costumes. One year they didn't have any 'cause the teacher wouldn't help. Gladys Christensen-You'll help us, won't you, Mr. Keeler? Mr. Keeler-Well, I can't help you with the dressing, of course- Gladys Christensen-We'l1 have to see about announcements. How many do you want? Vardell-One for me, one for my mother. Gladys Dorsey--Oh, you ought to get some for your friends. Ida-Qwittinglyj He wouldn't need any. Edward--Let's see. I have a lot of relatives. Gladys Dorsey-They're 111Ag cents apiece. Elbert islowlyj-What, his relatives? Pearl Bevel-No, the announcements. Edward-Oh, that's too much. I don't want any. Gladys Christensen-What? Gladys Dorsey-There are personal cards too. Vardell- Cyellingb What's that? Gladys Dorsey-I said it. Vardell-I don't need any. Edward fcounting cousinsj-I'l1 order eighteen. Gladys Christensen-You have to order 100. Edward-Hum. I'll have to see my folks. Vardell Qrapidly departingj-I'm going to write the Maroon and Gold. Anything you say goes. CSeveral disappear as Gladys looks dis- pairingly after Vardellj. Pearl Bevel-Hey, Wait a minute. We aren't through. Several-We are. Gladys Dorsey-Meeting adjourned. IDA MARKUSEN, Senior. -.LO CASTLE OF DREAMS Oh come with me to my dream castle fair, And I'l1 show you the dreams that I have there, All builded of mist with a touch of dew, Of flowers and a bit of the rainbow, too. There's love and joy in my dream acastle, dear, And there's one I love 'mong the dreams that are here. Romance and beauty and princes and fays, All in this dream-house where nights are like days. IDA MARKUSEN, Senior. 30

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THE ,IUNCO-ED 1927 THE BASE BALL MATCH John, said Mrs. Jackson to her husband one evening, I've been reading the paperf' That's nothing? grunted John, 'Tve seen people before who read the papers. Yes, but there are several things in the paper I can't understand. Then don't read 'em. Now here is a column headed 'Base Ball'. What is Base Ball John? Don't you know what a base ball is ? Now here it says 'Coburg scould not connect with Sogaard's curves' Where under the sun are Sogard's curves ? It's the way he delivers the ball. Delivers it? Oh, I mean pitches it Oh! Now here it says, 'Charley caught the ball after a hard run.' 'What was a ball doing after a hard run? Hadn't you better confine your research to the marriage column ? Yes, but John, I want to know-and here is Mrs. Smith over the way who goes to all the base ball games and talks me blind about fouls, base hits and high flys. For heaven sake John, what is a foul ? Forget it, Silly! Well, I confess I'm completely lost to know what this newspaper means when it says 'Nelson stole a base while the spectators applauded' What is this world coming to when people will applaud a theft? Why wasn't Nelson arrested? Now here it says 'Coburg's home run king was put out by Bill Blackwell and he didn't do anything wrong either'. VVhat is a home run king, John? And sakes alive! Here it says 'Watrous fiew out'. I don't believe a word of it. What makes newspaper men lie so horribly? John was asleep. Surely newspapers and base ball games were not for her, she thot as she resumed her knitting. IRMA GILSTRAP, Freshman. ,LQ WHEN THE SENIORS MEET Gladys Dorsey-I guess this meeting better :come to order. Gladys Christensen-Hey, Vard, come here. Vardell-Ah, what ? Gladys Dorsey-Class meeting. Vardell-fSeating himself precariously in the windowl Pitch in. Gladys Dorsey-Well, kids, shall we have a class night. - Several fin unisonl-Sure! Several more falso in unison!-Nawl 29

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THE ,IUNCO-ED 1927 ANANIAS II It was while I was a feature writer for the Daily Astonisher that I bumped up against this fellow, I Layal-ot, who held the lying champion- ship of Cornstock County. I didn't know this when I went out to inter- view him. Mr. Lyalot had reached the h-ale old age of 100, so the editor of the Astonisher considered it a good plan to feature this centenarian in his Sunday edition. Naturally the lot fell to me to make the interview. I was supposed to ask him a lot of fool questions about where he was born and to -what he 'attributed his long life, something about his ex- periences and so forth and so on ad infinitum. To make a short story long, I jumped over the door of the faithful iiivver and bumped my way over a rustic road to grandpa Lyalot's house. After passing .the time of day and attending to the other formalities connected with a reporter's work, I started+gently at first-to quiz the old gentleman. I first asked him to what he attributed his long life. After a -long and deliberate pause he informed me that the reason he had lived so long was that he hadn't happened to die yet. I then asked him whether or not he thought the climate and the soil didn t have something to do with it. He took up another notch in his venerable belt, knocked over a beetle with a stream of amber liquid and proceeded to enlighten me on the qualities of the country. Well says he, do you see that big hole over there '? I told him that I could see that far. Well, he continued, that is the richest piece of land in the state. Why one time I planted a watermelon seed over there. In a couple of days the blame thing began to grow.I sure thot that was funny because on any other piece of ground I usually had to raise my watermelons with a crow bar. On the fifth day that melon grew to such proportions that I thot 'sure as shootin' it would push my house off of its foundation. I began to do a lot of figuring and by the time the sixth day rolled around I had four men on top of the melon trying to pump it out with a pitcher pump. That plan didn't work because the seeds would get stuck in the valves. The next morning the melon was so big that it just lacked .six inches of touching the house. If the sun -h'adn't gone behind a cloud, I believe the melon would have pushed my house over. I was getting pretty desperate let me tell you, when the idea of dynamite struck me all of a sudden like. I hollers to the old woman to get the kids out of the house and then I touched -off the biggest charge of dynamite in this country. 'Did it do the work, I asked. Do the work did you say? Well I guess. Why sir, it blew a hole in that melon large enough to drive a Ford thru. It sure stopped the blame thing from growing. Why don't you grow anything over there now 'P' I inquired. 31