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

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Page 22 Til R M I M I U (Llie (Class MYRTON LeROY WESTERING Commercial ' ell leader 2, class debate 2 Glee club 3, football 3-4 President Laurean 3 Student Life Staff 3 Student manager 4, class play Advertising manager Mimir “I knew a man who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he looked plump and fair.” —Young ELLIS V. WILLIAMSON Scientific Class debate 2 Football 4 Basketball 4 Class play “His friends beheld him and pitied him in vain, For what advice can ease a lover’s pain?” —Pope WALTER YOUNG Manual Arts Football 3-4 Class play “And though that he were worthy he were wys, And of his porte as meek as is a mayde.” —Chaucer SENIOR MASCOT “ ’Tis all we have left to prize.” —Dowling

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THE MIMIR Page 21 Cite (Class NELLIE B. STOREY Teachers’ Treasurer Tillicum 3 Class play “Her voice was ever soft Gentle and low, an excellent thing In woman.” —Shakespeare RUTH TAYLOR Teachers’ “So sweet of temper that the very stars shine soft upon her.” —Josh Wise EDITH B. WEAVER Special “Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks, And when she winds them round a young man’s neck, She will not ever let him free again.” —Goethe EDITH JOSEPHINE WELCH Teachers’ Tillicum chairman 4 Class play “Here’s one modest, kind and fair.” —Anon.

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THE MI MIR Page 2M SJtterary Written hi; iHr tubers of tt|r denior TEmilieh GTlnss, and modeled after uarioue poem a of Snrna CHILDHOOD (Afton Water) Sleep on, dulcet childhood, nor wake with the morn, For youth is uncertain and old age forlorn, Sleep on in thy dreaming, and smile if you will, The heaven is cloudless, thy skies are bright still. Full soon you will taste of the trials of life. A Senior’s temptation and struggles and strife, So slumber in peace, nor wake till you must, To find life a failure and teachers unjust. —Helen McDonald 'A' APRIL (A Winter Night) When all the hills are flushed with green, By April rains washed clear and clean, And streamlets glint with silver sheen, Rush softly near, Then is the sweetest season seen, Of all the year. When all the birds sing sweet and high, And little breezes whisper nigh, And bend the grasses till they lie Kissing the earth, When maidens smile and lovers sigh, —‘Tis summer’s birth. These opening buds, more fair by far, Than later bursts of leafage are, Seem symbols of the mounting star Of life and love, That lifts the soul nigh to the bar Of heaven above. —Annetta Johnson