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

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Page 30 (El|e (iftStmir reward, upon Tige Larson and Velma Switzer, our desperate case. I, Lloyd Barnwell, do give to George Garrick my length. I, Merle George, herewith give to Margaret Palmer my good disposi- tion, and to Veil Gillbanks my sylph-like form. I, Julia Hulse, relinquish all right to and pleasure in my school work to Grace Simmons. I, Waldo Stoddard, confer my eloquence upon future Student Body Presidents. We, Melba Hanks and Myrtle Houx, bestow upon Wiletta McClure our ability to get along with others. I, Ray Blokland, will my equanimity and peace of mind to Robert Garity. I, Lawton Steams, will to stupid boys the right to take any girl to the show. It doesn’t pay. I, Ralph Clark, leave to som».1 bashful boy my wild habits. I, Ruby Shirly, do bequeath my melodious giggle to Marion Catlin to have and to protect forever. I, Ruth Mays, transmit to Mildred Lovett my love for the light fan- tastic. I, Milo Blokland, leave to George Garrick my cunning ways. I’ve grown up now. I, Mabel Chapman, bequeath to the future treasurer of the student body my black purse. I, Ingvar Ansnes, leave to Bunyan Anderson my ability to go without sleep. i I, Mildred Hoyt, give to Thelma Kitchen my pep. I, Murray Kingwell, leave to Herman Berger my endurance. I, Harry Snodgrass, do herewith sever all claims to my position as Library Monitor. May my successor enjoy the office as much as I have in the past. I, Showalter Lynch, will my dictionary to Leo Shannon, with hopes for its continued use. ‘ I, Grace Yeck, leave my sterling character to Ruby Day. I, Robert Williamson, will not will, bequeath or transmit anything to thy school. It is my desire to confer a favor upon the entire institution and fulfill my one ambition, which is to leave entirely. In witness hereof we subscribe our names. Showalter Lynch Genova Smith A freshman stood on the burning deck, And as far as we could learn, He stayed in perfect safety, ’Caus he was too green to burn.

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Cl]e (iHimtr Page 29 (Elasa MUl We, the Senior class of '21, being of sound mind and generous disposi- tion, and realizing that the culmination of our scholastic erudition must inevitably result in graduation from that eminent educational institution known as the La Grande High School, do herewith publish, proclaim and make public our last will and testament, as follows: I, Bud Theison, leave my record as an athlete to Tom Russell, with an earnest desire that he will,, in time, equal it. I, Bernice Thompson, will my Botany picture book to Frank Stilwell. I, Myrtle Hoyt, will my success as a ‘,vamp” to Myrtle Black. We, Myrtle Harland and Bernice Lofland, bequeath to Lula Mulkey and Roberta Smith our places on the basketball team. I, Vera Ladd, deposit my powder puff in safekeeping with Thelma Choate. I, Evelyn Guhleman, will my culinary ai't to Peggy Nolf. I, Greta McShain, bequeath my numerous georgette blouses to Roberta Lloyd. I, Iris King, will my striped skirt to the Belgian refugees. I, Gene, Workman, will leave to Marjorie O’Brien everything I have except my pet freckles. I, Myron Chandler, do bequeath to Frank Weagle my ability to get along with the ladies. I, Ethel Burbridge, will to Maurine Moore my lofty ambition to become a movie actress. I, Frank Black, have the desire to leave to Thornton Chapman my mournful expression. We, Frieda and Margaret Klopfenstein, do herewith confer our sisterly affection toward each other upon Winona and Loa Lyman, hoping that they will pi ofit by our example. I, Wright Christian, will my perpetual smile to Mr. C. C. Snow, know- ing that it will be a great comfort and solace to the entire Student Body. I, Alladeen Scroggin, bestow my bow legs to Roxie Strong. We, Ruth Brown, Eunice Fowler, Elsie Stover and Sibyl Mulholland, collectively will our modest and retiring ways to Ted Larsen, in hopes he will use them. I, Bessie Andrews, as Editor-in-Chief of the Mimir, gladly bequeath all my cares and responsibilities to the next person who has that position. I, Eva Briggs, bequeath to Mr. Hampton that crowning glory, my hair. I, Willard Stone, will my ability to get good grades to Christian Sand- borg. I, Geneva Smith, will my suppressed mirth to Gertrude Leonard. I, Palmer Byrkit, bestow upon Neal Smith my “business look” and ability to handle the money bag. We, Mable Langley and Delber Snider, do confer without price or

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 Elje (ifltmir Page 31 (Elaaa flrapljm} When you read this story, dear reader, do not, we pray you, judge us too harshly, for none of you realize more fully than we what a sad mistake we made when we lift our home to wander over this cruel and heartless world. For years we have roved over the world, begging, steal- ing, getting a living in any possible way. Each day we are sinking lower and lower, but though we are quit:; conscious of the fact, it is now too late to reform, so we have decided to go on as we have for the past ten years. After wandering over many parts of the earth we, one v;ry cold day in late November in the year 1931, found ourselves in a very lonely place in Chicago. We had been sleeping, until sent on our way from the park by a very husky cop, and we sauntered on up the street. It was just be- ginning to get light, and we noted two window signs. One read, “Meals 50c,” the other “Your Fortune Told for Only Half a Dollar.” We had the day previous acquired a dollar from some unknown source. Picking pock- ets is not exactly ladylike, but “any port in a storm,” is the motto of all hoboes. We had not had breakfast, but that had happened many times, and we decided to flip the coin to determine which it should be. Heads came up, so we accordingly went into the fortune-telling establishment. The lady was very kind and insisted that we should eat breakfast before we explored the depths of the crystal. While we were eating, Madame For- tuna’s eyes happened to glance at our class rings, throwing up her hands in a dramatic way she asked: “What are your names?” When we told her, she said that her name was Eunice Fowler, now the acknowledged champion fortune teller of the world. After breakfast we retired to Eunice’s room, where she told us to ask any question, and her crystal would answer. Strange to say, our minds ran in the same channel, and as one, w; replied: “Show us the class of ’21.” We gazed into the crystal, and as we looked a drowsy feeling came over us, and we were carried into another realm. If the reader will follow us, we shall endeavor to relate what we saw. In Chicago we meet another of our former schoolmates. Out in the slum district we are walking along the street when suddenly we hear a scream. We look and see that a child has been run over by an automobil;. The ambulance is called and a very pretty nurse appears on the scene, and before we realize what has happened, she begins to administer first aid. We ask the name of the angel of mercy and learn that she is Myrtle Houx. We board a train in Chicago and start east. On the car we become