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

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Cl?r iHimir JJngr 21 Vada Briggs wills some of her superfluous weight to Gladys Currey. Elwood Lyman bequeathes about a foot of his height to Waldo Stoddard. Helen Owsley wills some of her “peroxide” to Florence Lynch. Charles Ash wills his “past career” to Bud Newlin. Howard Ball leaves his troubles and grey hairs to the next Senior Play manager. Helen Sims wills part of her collection of “overseas” pictures to Jeannette Stoddard. jenny Kimmel wills her soldier boy to some deserving Sophomore or Junior. And lastly: We, the Seniors of 1919, will this last Will and Testament to the various recipients and to their heirs forever. (Seals) Signed

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|tagr 20 Eljr iflimfr Class Will Jeanne Tuttle, ’19 Lloyd Chandler, ’19 We, the Senior Class, of 1919 of L. H. S., of the metropolis of La Grande, Union County, State of Oregon, United States of America, being solid of head and not wobbly of minds, do hereby publish under protest our last Will and Testament, for the final distribution of all our frailties, fads and fancies, in manner and form following: To-wit:— First: To the Juniors we will our dignity, to the Sophomores, our lack of egotism, and to the Freshmen, all the gum found under our desks. Second: As individuals, we make the following bequests: Ruth Johnson, Pansy Van Housen, Joy Weagel and Zilpha Allen will their modern methods in teaching to the faculty. Lee Ellis wills her giggles to Bessie Andrews, hoping they will be appreciated. Theodore George bequeaths his ponies” to Lloyd Thompson. Ruth Schafer wills her studiousness to the Rookies. Harvey Carter, in a sublime burst of generosity, bequeaths his ex- traordinary ability to use the dictionary to Harry Snodgrass. Ray Ledbetter wills his bright disposition to Herman Cramer. Florence Thompson bequeaths some of her gray matter to Ruth Wil- liams. (We are sure that she needs some of it.) Orville Wright wills his blushes to “Red” Martin. Audmer Playle leaves his habit of early hours to Harry Proctor. Edith Bragg wills her share of the basket ball team to the Sopho- more girls. Thelma Nixon wills her athletic ability to Thomas Hill. Frank Carroll bequeaths his side-burns to Gene Taylor. Georgia Wade wills her ear rings to DeLoris Pierson to help com- plete her collection. Irene Poston bequeaths her simple (?) coiffures to Ethel Conrad. Frank Young leaves his love for the ladies to “Babe” Green. Ardis Palmer bequeaths her temper to Ruby Shirley where she knows it won’t be lonesome. Carolyn Palmer would leave Audey, but as no one wants him, she has decided to keep him herself. Anna Arnoldus wills her talkativeness to Irma Stoddard. William Casey wills his ability to get to school one minute before the last bell rings to those who are habitually late. Harold Walsinger leaves his very wise air to Alfred Robbins. Earl Blokland wills the surplus of the Mimir fund to the 1920 Class. (But will we let him?) Ruth Selder bequeaths her dramatic ability to Bessie Moran. Lorna Coolidge bequeaths her fondness for “Bud” to the Juniors.

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$Jn«r 22 STl?r ifltmtr Class |3rnplicn) How long 1 had been an inmate of the Eastern Oregon State Hos- pital I could not distinctly remember. But now, having eluded all the guards but one—Audmer Playle, who was still on my trail-—with a whit- ened beard and faltering step 1 was trudging my way over the Blue Mountains. My only ambition—to reach La Grande. As 1 neared Meacham I came upon a solitary sheepherder with a flowing beard and an old fashioned Kentucky rifle over his shoulder. I looked again. It was Harve Carter. He did not recognize me, so I trudged slowly on. To the right of me towered a high sign board covered with the fol- lowing: MOTHER POSTON’S BREAKFAST FOOD MAKES THE CHILDREN GROW and underneath it: WALLSINGER’S COLORED MINSTRELS AT LA GRANDE, ORE.—JULY 29, 1948 1948!! 1 looked again, but figures don’t lie. A few miles further on 1 met a stranger who told me of the many strange things that had happened in twenty years, among them the fol- lowing: That the suffragettes, under the leadership of Thelma Nixon, were still clamoring for the vote; that Warren J. Thompson’s Marine Band, composed of piccolos and bass drums, was on its third tour around the world; that Earl Blokland had been nominated for the presidency in the newly formed republic of Borneo; and that Joy Weagle had nobly devoted her life trying to bring the saloons back, for she had at last recognized their true worth to society. As I neared Adams Avenue new and strange sights greeted my eyes. A trolley car thundered by and with difficulty I recognized the motorman as Georgia Wade. Across from the postoffice was a giant sky-scraper and on a window I saw the name of H. Ball, Architect. Next to this was a small shack which I afterwards learned was occupied by the firm of Ash and Turshinsky—Pawnbrokers. Slowly the darkness came on and La Grande’s Great White Way was ablaze with lights. Down on Silverthorn’s corner the Salvation Army was holding sway. And as I elbowed my way through the crowd Captain L. Chandler was calling the sinners forward—the meek little woman tak- ing up the collection? Why, it was Ruth Selder. On the opposite corner, in front of Ledbetter’s Undertaking Parlors, a representative of Painless Parker was pulling teeth for the gullible pub- lic. I looked again. Somewhere 1 had seen that smile before. Yes, it was the same old Frank Young who used to kid the girls at L. H. S. in 1919. Over all this clamor rose the voice of a soap box orator. Distinctly