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

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 idjr (fltmtamtuH 27 accompaniment, rang the soul like notes of ‘When You and I Were Young, Maggie.’ The house, I remember, was spell- bound and those who were fortunate enough to hear this renowned couple, will carry the memory of it through life. “The next picture is not very distinct, because it is ob- scured by a cloud of dust. But if you will observe carefully, you will see a red hat and beneath that hat you will see Pluma Moss on her fiery stead, galloping up Fourth street. Notice, too, the number of freshmen perched for safety upon nearby fences; for Pluma never turned out of the road for a rook or a chicken. “I will now put upon the screen a picture of Ed Reisland and Jim Corbett. The sciences were a joke to Reisland, but he had no desire to be an historian or a man of letters. To Corbett, everything was a joke. The picture shows them in English Lit. Exam. Reisland is telegraphing the signal of distress to Corbett, who wires back, ‘Nothing doing.’ “This picture shows two of my classmates at a very criti- cal moment.” “Will they make it?” some one in the audience shouted. “Yes, they made it, but it was a hard pull. Ruth Ghormley is the one in the lead and Hulda Anderson is a close second. They are actually entering the high school before nine o’clock. “You may think, ladies and gentlemen, that this is simply a picture of a typewriter, but Clara Carbine is hidden behind it. She positively refused to spare the time for being photo- graphed. Even a box of parrot sticks failed to tempt her. “I regret exceedingly that I have not a more recent pic- ture of Maude Elma Leadsworth, the great tragedienne of L. H. S. It was her ambition to pose as Juliet. Then she changed her mind and decided that she would pose as Portia and just as the photographer was ready to take her picture, she suddenly began giving the ‘The Burgomaster’s Death,’ which so frightened the poor man that he dashed out of the door and has never been seen or heard of since. This is a picture of her in her freshman year. Notice Web- ster’s International in her right arm and Peter Rabbit, Mother Goose Rhymes and Alice in Wonderland, in her left. She was a voracious reader and the star scholar in our bunch. I can assure you we were duly proud of her. “This back-to-nature study is entitled, ‘Among the Blos- soms.’ It is not a daisy as you would suppose, but Merlin Batley studying botany and using a Top Notch Magazine as a reference book. “Now comes the picture of Anita Worth giving an ex-

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26 t£l|r GDmnanmtfl 'tHljo, mtft 'tHliu Willard Carpy. It was during one of the worst storms Alaska had ever known, that I sat alone in my cabin one night trying to solve the problem of existence. I thought of by-gone days and the many changes that had taken place among my classmates in La Grande; earnestly I hoped that some day I might see them again. Here was I in the far north, alone and without dust enough to carry me through the week. Something must be done. Glacing around, my eyes fell upon my old scrap book, so highly treasured when I was a senior in L. H. S. An inspiration seized me. In my trunk was a mirroscope which I had never unpacked. “Tomorrow night,” said I to myself, “I will give an entertainment at the town hall en- titled, “Who’s Who—And Why.” I immediately set to work making posters and other necessary arrangements. The next night was still stormy, but the miners came from far and near. Some alone and others with their families. The hall was crowded to the very door and once inside the warm room, every one be- came oblivious to the raging storm without. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” I began, “we will open the eve- ning’s entertainment with a very rare picture. It was difficult to find a camera capable of photographing such a rapidly moving object. The picture on the curtain is that of ‘Hots’ Richardson, the President of the Class of 1912, beating it to the engine room at a pace that would take a place in a Tri-State meet.” As the picture was thrown upon the screen one of the miners remarked, “Gee! but he’s got the stride of a Dan Kelly.” “This is a picture of Dee Davis and John Ruby. They are making their escape through the window of the locker room. It is April and they are answering the call of the meadow larks. But retribution was swift and sure. It came in the form of an extra hour every night for two weeks. Which proves the old saying, ‘The race is not al- ways to the swift.’ “Here we have a picture of Hilda Anthony making her debut as an accompanist before a large and enthusiastic audience. The occasion was the first appearance in La Grande of ‘The Wandering Minstrel.’ High above the piano

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28 GDimtannua hibition of speed in a talking contest. She is defending her title to the championship of the world. Her record, which is still unbroken, is 272 words per minute. “This is a little pastoral scene. Notice the wild looking cow that Kid Corpe is holding by the horns, while Jay Millering is pumping the lacteal fluid into his big black Stetson. After refreshing themselves, they sauntered off to the old swimming hole. “Here we have a picture of ‘Banty Pixton surrounded by a bevy of inconsolable freshman girls, who hover around him as the bees gather around the honeysuckle. ‘Banty’ is consoling them over the fact that he will not be with them next year. “This shows Hazel Young, Della Kindred and Rebecca Williamson arriving at the high school ‘Just as the Sun Went Down.’ Too late! After eating their lunch for supper, they turned and wearily wended their way homeward. “This scene was not an unusual one in my school days. It shows Myrtle Edwards, Edith and Ethel Wilson being implored by our own eloquent janitor to leave the high school building. But they are so engrossed with their studies, they refuse to go. But when, with tears in his eyes and a voice trembling with emotion, he tells them he is out of tobacco, they reluctantly consent and the big doors close behind them. “This is a picture of Helen Richardson, who was con- sidered the most promising of all the girls in the Domestic Science class. Not because she accomplished things, but be- cause she had unbounded faith that in the course of time, the fates being favorable, she might learn the art of washing dishes. For this she labored and waited, but all in vain. “The portrait I will now put upon the screen, is a very good likeness of Cecil Bolton, who, although a graduate of L. H. S., never in reality ceased to be a freshman. His creed seemed to be— A freshman born and a freshman bred And a freshman till I die; Four years I’ve spent in the freshman class, And I’ll eat all the freshman pie. “This picture, ladies and gentlemen, is not Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, but Runa Bacon of the high school. Their philosophy, however, was the same, ‘Mid the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.’ The picture shows Runa entering the Latin class full of joy at the prospect of a test. “Do not mistake this for a love scene. It shows Paul