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

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few of the Juniors. Blanford Shores bestows his cave-man ways upon the future he-devil of the La Grande School system. Loyd Thompson bequeaths his lofty ambitions of being a dancing master to Geneva Smith. Grant Swalberg leaves his wonderful practice of Side Show speaking under the High School steps. Bessie Moran bequeaths her slenderness to Miss Heess. Raymond Garity leaves his method of “getting by” to the faculty? Minnie Watkins bestows her originality upon someone in need of it. Thelma Standley wills her ability of being Library monitor to Poster Sims. Julia Hopkins bestows upon Evelyn Underwood her ambitions of being a Salome dancer. Esse Johnson wills her Botany picture book to Mr. Towler for concen- trated study. Thelma Oesterling bequeaths a dainty piece of her Woolworth jewelry to Miss Campbell. Winifred Kenneda bestows a .1. C. Penney dress upon Margaret King. Chester Thompson wills a package of Camels to “Hi” Peach for the use of the boiler room. Dallas Green bequeaths his ability to use the English language to Miss Williamson. Robert Emahiser leaves his delicate ways to William Heughan. Bessie Walker wills her good behavior to the girls Physical Training Class. Reba Hopper leaves her place in the Studebaker to------------no Reba says that she has a reserved ticket. Ruth Trill wills her petiteness to Meryl George. Hazel Wright leaves her prankish way to Aladeen Scroggin. Jean Stearns leaves her flirtish ways to Evelyn Guhleman. Stephen Blore leaves his winning smiles to Daffodil Snider. DALLAS GREEN ’20 Page 28

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 We, the La Grande Senior Class in the County of Union and State of Oregon, do establish and publish as individuals our last will and testament, in the following manner; that is we declare: Lowell Smith bestows his love for the fair damsels to Gene Taylor. Gladys Currey bequeaths her brilliance and reputation to the students of the freshman class. (There will be plenty for all.) Cecil Young bestows his model conduct upon Buster O’Connel. (To he used often.) Ruth Blackington bequeaths her ability to answer civics questions to Showalter Lynch. Atrell White bequeaths her commanding height to George Garrick. (There are rumors that he needs them.) De Loris Pearson gives her love and last wishes to Ted that they may be cherished by him through out the remainder of his school years. Eva Ledbetter leaves her study at home habit to Ruby Day. La Rue Hanks bequeaths to L. H. S. a permanent student now employed by the Red Cross. Frank Crippen sadly leaves his place in the boiler room to Neal Smith. Dorothy Lewis bequeaths her ability in regular attendance to Chester Garrity, so he may not follow his big brothers footsteps. Harry Proctor leaves his pure unadulterated indolence to the classes of next year. Thedore Heidenrich bequeaths his genius for disputing those in authority to Miss Rees. Marcella Berry leaves her wonderful voice to the Glee Club, hoping they may prosper with same. Eugene Newlin bestows his ability for being found out of place to some loud mouthed freshman. Martin Stein bestows his ability in regular attendance at military drill to the entire school. Lois Given wills her giggles and rippling laughter to Miss Rye, hoping that she may use them often. Chester Millering bestows his intelligence as a meat cutter to Mr. Hampton. Thomas Hill gives his pipe to his father. Omer Barnwell leaves his popularity with the ladies to Reed Geddes. Florence Lynch leaves a box of rubber hair pins to Mr. Towler. Ruth Williams bestows her peek-a-boo ways on the faculty. Walter Blokland bequeaths his gift of gab on his younger brothers. Kenneth Williamson leaves his ivory beads to some fair haired girl in the freshman class. Ina Watkins bestows a bottle of Watkins Liniment upon next years football team. Grant Geddes leaves his wonderful method of getting credits upon a Page 27

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Honolulu, Hawaii. June 5, 1935. Dear Minnie: Of all the strange experiences, I’ve certainly had them since I last saw you. Every day something new and startling has happened, and I’ve met many of our old school friends in the class of ’20. After I left you in Paris, I first went to the London Book Concern, in London, England, with the intention of selling the copyright to my latest hook, “Along the Diamond Trail. To my great surprise, I found that the manager of this famous concern was Eugene Newlin. I had quite a delight- ful chat with him, but was surprised and bitterly disappointed when he refused to offer me more than a million dollars for my book. I needn't have been, though, because I always thought he would be that kind of a man. The very next day I took a steamer to New York. The Captain, who was a tall, broad-chested man, with long flowing black beard, looked some- how faintly familiar, and I watched him a great deal. At last when he smiled, I recognized him—he was Thomas Hill. He said he had been captain of that ship for ten years, and liked the work quite well. He also told me that Blanford Shores was the founder of the Special Toy Manufacturing Co., in Boston. The toys put out by this company were designed for the special amusement of high school students, They would prevent the recitations from tiring the boys and girls too much. 1 suppose Blanford originated the idea during some of his recitations in 1920. Tommie started to tell me about La Rue Hanks, but he was suddenly called away, and I just caught something which sounded like “Hewing”. I did not get another chance to talk to him, and so I do not know what he meant. A few days later, I reached New York, and was soon speeding in a taxi-cab to my hotel. I hadn’t gone far however, when my car was stopped by a great crowd of people thronging the streets. They seemed to be gathering around some one in the center who was speaking. Every few minutes they would cheer and clap their hands like mad. I climbed out of the taxi and pressed forward, but while I could hear some shrill voice arguing about “small peoples’ rights,” I could not see a single thing. At last, when I had pushed right in front, I saw a tiny little lady up on a soap box, waving and shouting wildly. Yes, it really was Atrelle White! Before I had time to collect my thoughts, a queer man with wild, stareing eyes came rushing up with another box, and placing it beside Atrelle’s, jumped upon it, and began imitating her. Some one in the crowd shouted, “Oh, that lunatic Smith has got out again!” Before they jerked him away, I had time to see that it was my old school friend, Lowell Smith. It certainly is dreadful to think how play-acting will afterwards effect one’s mind. Atrelle was very indignant at Lowell for interrupting her, and de- Page 29