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

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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

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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 g the map of the British Isles. A long time ago before people were called names there lived a great explorer. This explorer was constantly in search of the fountain of youth. All his efforts were toward trying to be young again. This explorer spent most of his life trying to find the fountain. Well, as it happened, one day he found his fountain. He bathed in it and immediately grew- young. Then he went back to his home town. His neighbors were very surprised to see him -so young again. They begged him to tell his secret, but he would not do it. Whenever this man got old he would go to the fountain and get young. Finally the people around this town became civilized. They fbegan to call each other by names. The mayor was given the job of naming all the in- habitants of the town. When he came to this explorer he pondered a, long time, and then he decided to call him Young because he always stayed young. And that is why Bruce's last name is Young. Probably he still knows where that fountain of youth is for he sure keeps that schoolgirl complexion, doesn't he girls? And its a cinch he doesn't use Palmolive soap. You can tell that by his face. He doesn't use any soap at all. In the -city of Oolapoola on the Yaleepalee river in Chasawasee there once lived a we-nan who had a grown son. This woman's name was Nell and she was a widow. Her husband had died of logoes on the bogoes in the great epidemic of 1664 B. C. Now this son of hers got to be a strap- ping big fellow and because of his size and prodigious strength he was distinguished from the other citizens of that town. When the people would see him go down town they would say, there goes Nell's son. This used to be a very popular saying. It -has thus remained down thru the ages and the great, great, great, great, great, great, grand-aughter of Nel1's son, Violet Nelson, says that this is the way her name originated. SAM MITCHELL, Senior -LO ON A DARK, DARK NIGHT Did you ever ride on a dark, dark night, With just the stars and the way, When the eirie sight of a distant sprite Makes your hair turn almost gray? When every dark hulk beside the white road Sends creeps running down your spine, And every dark tree with its dark leaf load Seems a group of spectres nine? Oh it's great to see home in the distance, With its bright lights twinkling fair, And your mother's loved face at the entrance And the host of .the loved things there. IDA MARKUSEN, Senior