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

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On a sunny day in September 1916, there were many bright looking boys and girls trudging up the hill toward the old L. H. S. Why did they all seem so happy? Maybe they didn’t all seen that way, but nevertheless it looked enticing. Who were these especially happy tho rather timid looking boys and girls? Why—they were the Freshmen on their way to the first day in high school. For eight long years they had worked to reach this height and at last—success! From all the things they had heard, a Freshman ought to feel rather young and meek, yet being Freshmen ourselves we couldn’t, no matter how green we might look, still we thought we had accomplished wonders in this busy world. How young we must have really been! Where are all those boys and girls who were so easily recognized in the throng? Where are they that began with us, of whom we have nearly lost sight altogether? Among these were: Emmett Hamlin, Glen Saling, Elonzi Lilly, and Oweda Lilly, Katie Maier, Ragnor Johnson, Thedore and Adolph Kammerer, Carroll Swart, Josephine Bradley, Bernice Brown, Silas Summons, Herbert Reaves, Esther Byng, Marton Honeywell, Lila Mallory, Dora Snider, Faye Wilcock and Wldridge Huffman. There are a few who having gained all the knowledge they consid- ered necessary for future comfort and happiness left us long ago, of whom we have some record. Gus Rosenbaum is working; Clifford Hofstman has just recently been discharged from the service of Uncle Sam: Charles Moran is like Gus, just hanging around; Harley McDonald is farming, trying to feed the world (oh); Harry McClure is another chap (just what is he doing?) Gladys Ainsworth is a working girl; Robert Miller is a very industrious lad; Eva German is now Mrs. Elam Briggs; Donna Smith is attending school at the Sacred Heart Academy; Gladys Herr is at Walla Walla; Frances Pierson—now Mrs. Herschel Horstman. There are seven people who started with the class of 1916 who for various reasons are not graduating this year, but are still in L. H. S. We got along very well with our work, Algebra, History, etc, until January 1917, when a few new Freshmen entered. Oh how green we thought they were! They certainly had a good opinion of themselves. When in assembly, Mr. Hampton asked the faculty to rise, twenty-five frightened rooks stood at attention. We have only three of the twenty-five mid-year Freshies graduating with us: DeLoris Pearson, Marcella Berry and Bessie Moran. In our Sophomore year we had forty-eight members and lost, for awhile, one of our well known members, Dallas Green, when he enlisted. We were making a good name for ourselves by this time, in our ability in taking care of rooks, etc. Finally we were Juniors. Oh! how good that did feel, we just had to stop and take a long breath in order to realize this. By this time only Page 25

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President—B1 an ford Shores. Vice-President—Harry Proctor. Secretary-Treasurer—Eugene New I in. Motto—Alis volamus propriis. Colors—Lavender and white. Flower -Lilacs. The first activity of the Senior Class was a picnic. This took place about three weeks after school started, in a very pleasant location near Summerville. The night was ideal and everybody reported a good time. The Senior play “What Happened to Jones” occupied much time, but proved to be worth the effort exerted on it, not only financially but in other ways. A banquet was given by the rest of the Seniors to the cast which was successful in every way altho we were visited while in the process of eating by a number of Juniors and lower class men. It has been customary each year for the seniors to have an all day picnic, so we did not break the good precedent set by the former classes of Seniors. Good weather favored us so none of the high spirits were in the least dampened. The Junior-Senior Banquet which is one of the leading social events of the year took place May 1st. We were delightfully entertained at the High School by a pleasing program after the banquet. Dancing followed at the M. I. A. Hall. JEAN STEARNS Page 24

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thirty-one of the sixty who started were left. Again we were important, because of our amateur theatrical workers, through Florence Lynch, Loyd Thompson, Marcella Berry and DeLoris Pearson. The Junior-Senior Banquet was most assuredly a success this year. Now we are Seniors—how did we ever do it? There are various answers to this question. Girls who wished to graduate with a real class came from neighboring towns, namely; Ruth Blackington, Jean Stearns, Minnie and Ina Watkins,(537 letters). Thelma Stanley, Hazel Wright and La Rue Hanks. From Concordia, Kansas, our “lunatic” Lowell Smith join- ed us. From Denver,—oh daddy! our heart breaker! Frank Crippen came. Then several boys who had been in the service joined us, Kenneth Wil- liamson, Dallas Green, Chet Thompson, Toot Garity, Frank Crippen had all been “over there.” These boys were formerly students of the good old L. H. S. Finally, this illustrious class is ready to graduate. If you want some proof of the “pep” and ability of this class of ’20 hunt up news on the Senior Play, “What Happened to Jones”—or just read the best issue of the Mimir. There are still forty-five bright faced students ready to receive their diplomas into this wide world on May 28, 1920. Bessie Moran ’20 Julia Hopkins ’20 Romance of the West Age old and sad they haunt the sky, As spring and summer pass them by. Pine clad the rugged mountains stand That watch above my western land. As daylight fades behind their crest And twilight gathers in the West It seems a land of vague content, Half western and half orient. Half orient with the mystery Of zephyrs from a peaceful sea; And western. Ah because t’was here The cowboy found the last frontier. At night among the chaparell Where long ago a chieftain fell, ' Faint breezes moan across the sand In peaceful valleys here they rest: His message from the spirit land. Brave souls who grappled with the West. Whose faces showed no sign of fear When they stepped past Life’s last frontier. WILBUR SHAW. Page 26