La Grande High School - Mimir Yearbook (La Grande, OR)

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a hr (fhmtamuts (Class |Jacnu Merlin Batley. Ye Gods! here Ini supposed to make some poetry from nothing, And place myself in jeopardy of life and limb for bluffing. In a branch of art which I confess I know nothing about. And which will put, when finished, other hackwork to the rout. Dame Poetry’s a lady whom I hate to see insulted, But let me be absolved from blame, if reading this resulted In the maiming or the laming of a few unlucky mortals Whom some poor crazed reader wished to send at once thru’ Heaven’s portals In the hope to place them far beyond the danger of insane- ness, Due to overwork in reading all this nonsense and inaneness. In pausing to look backward on the past four happy years; On the joys and tribulations; on the mirth and on the tears; On the tasks of getting lessons; on the fate of being late; On that paper marked 100, and that test marked fifty-eight; And those many little “confabs” on tbe carpet—and the work We always had in making up the lessons when we’d shirk, I really cannot realize the time is almost here For our passing out of high school to a world less full of cheer. But let us all be thankful for the good we’ve had, and then We’ll all join in the chorus with a long and loud A-men! Remember all those algebraic battles that we lost; Just hark back to those many brainstorm troubles that they cost When we’d try to bluff the teacher into thinking that we knew All about quadratic surds, and geometric ratios, too. With the smoke of battle round us, we’d march into Physics lab., To take a pop at Newton and give physicists a jab. To experiment with formuli, to find the density Of all solids, and to know the use of electricity.

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altc (Onutmuuts F. A. EPLING, B. Accts. Valparaiso University Commercial. E. A. McEACHRAN, A. B. University of South Dakota Ellendale Manual Training School Manual Training. Jfarultu EDDA M. ANGST N. W. U. School of Music Music and Art.

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a hr COuutamtus 13 In Latin, too, we knew the dif. between a noun and verb. And our knowledge of the gerund and gerundive was superb. But in Chemistry the tide of battle crushed us to the rear; We’d approach the door with bated breath, our knees would shake with fear; We would fuss and fume with chemicals; each change in state we’d note; While we’d have to give it credit that the blamed stuff had our goat. And in Botany, we’d botanize with wisdom really wise; But what we were not sure of, we would bluffingly surmise. Then in German—why we almost read the cover off the book; Our translations caused instructors to forever use the hook To extract the dullest students from the chaos in the class, Until they had us placed into another senseless mass. And for talent, we have ever led the race by several lengths, We put it up in packages, of different size and strength. And we dealt it out when notified, and always took first place In athletics and the other higher branches, at a pace That, without a doubt, left all the other classes far behind, And we know that they feel slighted and consider it unkind For the Senior bunch to grab up all the honors that pass by. Instead of standing in the shade to let the others try To gain a place in history, to show the world what they Are capable of doing in a do-or-daring way. Now to bid good-bye to high school, with a sigh of deep regret. Which will show the rest how earnest were our efforts here to get All the little scraps of knowledge and the crumbs of common sense To sustain us thru the trials we’re sure to have in some years hence, And to leave our good example shining out to those around, Just to give a sort of impetus to things almost aground. To the Juniors we bequeath our place and wish them all the joy Of the leadership in school affairs. May troubles ne’er annoy Their final lap in high school, and unmeasured happiness, We hope for every student in our dear old L. H. S.