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

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Page 2(i TIIE M1MIR CLASS HISTORY Louisa Counsell and Blanche Black “I say, Blanche, what are we going to do about the class history ? Have you an idea yet?” “No, but I have been thinking. Suppose you come down tonight, and we will look thru some old Annuals and probably get an inspiration.” “All right. Seven-thirty, shall it be?” Accordingly at seven-thirty the Senior class historians were seated at a table strewn with paper and books. “I do believe we have the hardest task of all. Look here, Loui a. you dictate and I'll do the writing.” “Oh no! Two heads are better than one. See, I have found the class roll for 1912. You take down the names as I read them. Minna heads the list as usual, and you are holding your place as second. You have been president of the class from the eighth grade, haven’t you? Next is Carol Currey—say, did you like her the first time you saw her? I couldn’t see why everyone should be so fond of her.” “Well, there always was something more or less attractive about her. And there are Marjorie and Lenore, too; and they haven’t changed at all since I first knew them.” “Here’s Myrton’s name. Isn’t it strange that he has been so popular all this time? And you say he was even more so in the eighth grade. And here’s Charlotte, isn’t she a dear!” ■“Linked sweetness long drawn out!’ Who is next? Oh, Annecta, our own poet; she always has been an honor to the class.” “We are justly proud of her. Next is Edna Perryman, our heroine— ' she is graduating in spite of difficulties.” “Yes, indeed she is a heroine. And such themes! School wouldn’t be nearly such a drag if we could all write as she can. Earl is next? What would we have done these four years without Earl Reynolds to stand back of us in everything! By the way, do you remember an English test in which one of us defined a Knickerbocker writer as one who wore knickerbockers, and Miss HeTshey applied it to Earl, because he had not yet donned ‘longs’?” “Oh, yes! and it seems ages ago! Here is Leona’s name. Didn’t you find it hard to get acquainted with her? But it was worth the effort. And here is Arleigh Kammerer, another favorite. She can speak German to ‘beat the Dutch,’ can’t she? Next is Harold Newton.” “Skinny, you mean ? Don’t you really think he will be President or something some day?” “Most likely. These industrious people always make their way in the world. Here is Helen McDonald.” “What will the High School do for a chairman of the “eats” committee after Helen is gone ? Glad we had her for the Senior picnic, anyway. Ruth Taylor next? ‘The happiest women, like the happiest nations, leave no his- tory.’ Are there any more?” “Yes, Walter Young brings up the rear as usual. Was he as droll as a Freshman as he is now?” “Oh yes, and just as industrious. He will be a famous essayist, unless

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THE MIMIR Page 25 SCHOOL AND BONNIE SPRING (The Banks o’ Doon) Ye books and desks and gloomy rooms, Methinks ye look sae dull and bare, How can ye hold my mind and thots, When all outside is bright and fair? My will is all that makes me work, In studies, now no charm I see, For all my mind is fled outside, And only left a blank with me. Oft have I stayed in after school, To pay that thirty-minute fine, When I had loitered on the way, And failed to reach the school in time. Oh, it breaks my heart to sit and work, I ken there’s nothing I can learn, And to depart would be my joy— I’m sure I never would return. —Elizabeth Bond •Sir Now, Are You Educated? A professor of the University of Chicago told the students he should con- sider them educated in the best sense of the word when they could say “yes” to every one of the questions he should put to them, says the Pittsburg Dispatch. Here they are: Has education given you sympathy with all good causes, and made you espouse them ? Has it made you public-spirited? Has it made you a brother to the weak? Have you learned how to make friends and keep them ? Do you know what it is to be a friend yourself? Do you see anything to love in a little child ? Will a lonely dog follow you in the street? Can you be highminded and happy in the meanest drudgeries of life? Do you think washing dishes and hoeing corn just as compatible with high thinking as piano playing or golf? Are you good for anything yourself? Can you be happy alone? Can you look out in the world and see anything except dollars and cents ? Can you look into a mud puddle by the wayside and see a clear sky? Can you see anything in the puddle but mud ? Can you look into the sky at night and see behind the stars? —Willamette University Collegian.

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THE MIMIR Page 27 he is too modest to have his works read, as he is in the English class.” “Now, let’s look at the Sophomore roll. Here is Minna Ash in the lead again. Why does she continually say, ‘prunes and prisms’?” “Well, it’s this way. Her aunt thinks she laughs too much, and made her promise to do it to give her mouth a dainty shape.” “Oh, I see! I’ll do it before I have my picture taken for the Annual. Going back to the roll, this is the year Katie and I entered. I remember the first ones with whom we became acquainted were Nellie Storey and Kathryn Riddle. They entered that year, too, and we all sat at the same table in Botany Lab. We thot them two of the most splendid girls we had ever met.” “And you did not judge wrongly. Pete entered that year, too—he and his gum. He certainly is the bane of the teachers’ existence, isn’t he?” “Lucile Rees joined us in 1913, as dainty and mischievous as now. And here are Ellis and Jay—a very welcome addition to the class.” “Ellis doesn’t look natural since the football season without his skinned nose or black eye, does he? Jay was always too much concerned about his delicate frame for athletics.” “Now, where is last year’s roll? Oh, here it is! We sat in Room 15, and Miss Riddle was our assembly teacher. We were certainly proud of being Juniors, weren't we? Just notice the additions to our ranks, will you! First, Clarence Becker. Our old assembly room certainly will be silent next year without him! And here is Nell Bradley.” “She is a natural leader, isn’t she? How she attends to everything, and makes the highest grades in the room is beyond my comprehension.” “Gilbert Hunter is next, vice-president, isn’t he ? And he was popular as football captain this year. And then Nita.” “Everyone says Nita Hunter is little and cute—she’s little, but oh, my!—You say Lucile Mulkey is next? She is our class optimist. Her sense of humor is well developed, and what she doesn’t laugh at, isn’t worth laugh- ing at.” “And here is Edith Weaver. Her talkativeness will never be missed, but, rather, her rweet face. And Edith Welch, whose ambition it is to ‘teach the young idea how to shoot.’ Also Marjorie Kuchenthal—” “Wait a minute! You are going too fast for me to get their names down. However do you spell Kuchenthal?” “Oh, just put down ‘K I think the teachers do. You know she thot she would have to have her cards for the commencement invitations made longer than ours! Now that’s all of us, isn’t it? Oh, no! A few more en- tered this year—Elva and Olga, the Inseparables, and Elizabeth. “Lucile Mulkey thot she was a chemistry shark before the coming of Elizabeth. There! I have all the names. Haven’t we a splendid class? And we shall soon be parting now; that is the most unpleasant part about graduating, to think that it is goodbye to many of our dear old classmates. I begin to believe what many have told me—that the last year in High School is the best of our school days.” “So it seems.” “But now we have the names, how shall we write the history?” “Oh, a history is so dry. I wish we might give the class our remin- iX-.J ,v. '' u,r u,r uni h nfft