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

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THE ,IUNCO-ED 1927 Here's your ring, me lad, said the Irishman, it's certainly coming to yer. y . Yes, answered John, and don't forget 3250 of that reward is yours-it's cert-ainly coming to you. Why, that's nearly enough to buy a flivver, and I alus wanted one of them fool things, gasped Pat-and the smile that spread over his face was good to see. HAZEIL SPICKLER, Junior. -.LO MEMORIES As the years roll by, I think of the J. C. High. The girls were full of glee, The boys were happy as 'could be. Even teacher had a smile Amid a day of trial. Then when gloom among us spread We would sadly droop our head. The good old foot ball team- We held with highest esteem, Our yell was loud! For the boys we were proud. When the pleasant fall was past Holidays came to us at last, With a feast of joy and rest- Which left us at our very best. Mid-year approaches fast, Soon we'll begin our ardent task, When the work is o'er- We turn to books once more, The spring brot lots of fun- When the base ball season had begun The boys and girls alike, Each began their glorious iight. When I think of the tasks long done, And the battles we had Wong I can proudly raise my head- To meet the world without a dread. Fate has given each a work, From which we should never shirk. But school days we must recall Are the very best of all. MARGARET WILHELM, Sophomore. 38

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THE ,IUNCO-ED 1927 You bet your boots I wi1l, sang out Pat, and with those words ringing in his ears John left him. That night as John approached C1inker's he saw a figure hurrying toward him. Hello, Pat, said John as the figure slowed up near him. What's your rush ? He's in there, whispered the excited Pat pointing to Clinkers. Good, answered John. Is there a 'phone near here that I lean use? Yeh, right in this here house me friend Charlie lives, he'd let you use six phones if he had 'em. Good, said John again, the police patrol will be here in a minute now and our fine friend, Mr. Robber, will have a nice story to tell the Judge. John had told the police not to stop exactly at Clinkers but a few doors to the north where he and Pat awaited them. This precaution he took to keep from alarming the robber who might make a getaway if he saw the poicle too soon. Pat then pointed the robber out to the Chief of Police and that officer gave a perceptible start as he saw the man, the reason for which John found out before many minutes passed. The Chief then posted his men around the saloon while he and another officer en- tered to arrest the robber. The thief was playing cards and as the policeman entered he made no move to get away. When the Chief attempted to handcuff him he knocked that officer to the floor and before the other officer could touch him he sprang to the other side of the room and pushing an electric but- ton, he placed the whole room in darkness. Curses and shouts followed and then some more curses and shouts. Then a door slammed and John who was Waiting outside, heard a scuffle. Then from around the side of the building came a trio of policemen, holding tightly the struggling robber. Before John realized fully what had happened he found the Chief talking to him while that individual kept rubbing his chin reflectively. My boy, he said, pointing at the robber, you have rendered hu- manity a great service by helping to bring that man to justice. He is Hague Henderson-better known to government officials as 'Hard Hague' and he is wanted for a bank robbery, several petty thefts, and also for connection with a murder lease. A reward of five hundred dollars has been offered for his arrest and that reward goes to you along with a thousand thanks from me. Then feeling his chin again, he turned swiftly to Hague and said, Don't forget, if you have any time left when the judge gets through with you that you'll serve somemore for striking an officer of the law. These last Words were almost lost to John, he was so surpirsed to be told of the reward. 'Suddenly he felt a nudge in his ribs and he saw Pat smilingly looking at him. 37

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THE ,IUNCO-ED 1927 HOW YOU GOT YOUR NAME Recently I was asked to write an unusual article for the Maroon and Gold. The editor asked me to give the origin of names of some of the students in our High School. Being a historian of great note it was easy for me to do this. Here is the result: During the Middle Ages in the small town of Dunfreeboro in Ireland. there lived a justice of the peace. Now this justice had an unusual habit of fining speeders and traffic violators large sums of money. Whenever a speeder came in and pleaded guilty and started to lay down his S5 fine Cthis was the usual fine everywhere at this ltimej this justice would say, No, you don't get off that easy, you must pay 'More Fee,' say S25. Now, the traffic violators, as you can imagine, did not like this, so whenever they saw this justice of the peace they would yell, Hello, More Fee. Soon all the inhabitants of the .town began calling him More Fee which later was boiled down to Murphy, and now is the name of two prom- ising justices of the peace, James and Willard Murphy. Stop me if you have heard this one. During the Stone Age there lived in a cave a man who had a keen sense of humor. This man would play jokes on his fellow townspeople. His favorite joke was to make people believe he w-as dead. Then in the midst of their mourning he would appear suddenly. He played this trick so often that the people used to call him Die-er, because he would appear to die so often. This name soon became very popular and that is how Wilda Dyer's remote ancestor got his name. I'Il not keep you up long now, only two more after this one. Along about the time our ancestors used tails instead of ropes to climb trees with and traveled in the air thru trees instead of by airplanes there lived in a tree a very tend.er young man, that is to say, whenever this young man stubbed his toe climbing down out of a tree, or bumped his head against a limb going up, or hurt himself in any way he would let out a loud yell. Now this young man's enunciation was very bad. His yell usual- ly consisted of ten words, I am hoi't, I am hoi'tl Help! I will die! This cry would arouse his neighbors who would come -to him only to find his ailment of a very minor nature. This got to be so tiresome that the pec- ple used to Kid him so as to shame him into not calling' for help. They would say to him, Hello, Hoi't, Are you Hoi't. This remark was finally abbreviated to plain Hello Hoi't. 'Dhen the townsfolk would call him Hoi't. A printer of the 16th century in writing about this man spelled his name H-o-y-t and thus it remained. Ask Mac if this story isn't true. Since he is a direct descendant of Daniel of the famous Lion's Den episode in history it is only natural that Noel Dann is thus named. Ellen Iles got her name from the fact that one of her relations fnot now livingy discovered the British Isles. This discoverer took the Isles part of the name for his own use and left the British part for the Anglo Saxons. Ellen spells her name Iles but that's because she doesn't know better. The correct spelling is Isles. If you don't believe me go look at the spelling on 39