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

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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

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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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Page 24 () MARY LOVE, MY MARY (John Anderson, My Jo) THE M1MIR Oh, Mary love, my Mary, Tis long since first we met, Your bonnet pink with roses, Around your face was set, . Your eyes of deepest blue, dear, With mischief twinkled bright, The breeze played gently with your curls, • So glossy and so light. Oh, Mary love, my Mary, Why did you smile that day? A song went singing thru my heart. It was an old love lay. We roamed the hills together, And loitered by the streams, Now you’ve left me for another. But I still love my dreams. —Marjorie Kuchenthal 4C» 'o' SPRING (MacPherson’s Farewell) Farewell, ye winds so bleak and cold. For happy Spring is here, We’ll hear no more ill-omens told, Nor shed another tear. Chorus—Then merrily, then merrily, Then merrily we’ll sing, For what could please us more than this. To think of lovely spring. The buttercup in yonder glen, Uplifts its golden head, Bright sunshine fills the hearts of men, For frowning Winter’s dead. The violet from out the leaves, Has peeped with mien demure, And o’er the soft earth gently breathes. Its fragrance sweet and pure. —Lucile Mulkey