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

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% Senior (Class history A class history is like an autobiography, made up of self-analysis and per- .haps egotism. So this one is. As Freshmen we fulfilled our duty by taking full possession of rooms three and fifteen, occupying more seats in the assembly room than any Freshmen class before us, rising in full dignity from our seats when the new faculty were asked to stand. Though green, it was a lively green for we took the first opportunity to go on a picnic in trucks and cars to Mount Glenn. We were dubbed a very enthusiastic class by our fellow students when we put on the “Freshmen Assembly”, a stunt show put on and acted by members of the Freshmen class. Our Sophomore year was full of pep and picnics. We still kept our title as an enthusiastic class, owing to our “gang” of boys who were always the uninvited guests at every party that took place and kept almost everything humming. As Juniors, we were the peppiest class in school, winning both the girls’ and boys’ interclass basketball games and the mascot fight. Our first picnic though, tended to put a damper on the year by the accident of a car tipping over. Toward the end of the year we gave a party at which the girls, most of whom knew how to dance, taught the boys so we would be able to make a showing at the Junior-Senioi banquet. It was a decided success and the boys learned how to dance». The Junior play proved successful, and the play cast, on the last night of the Senior play, gave the Senior play cast a banquet. The Junior-Senior Banquet was delightful, and so ended our Junior year joyously. “Wasn’t it a grand and glorious feeling” at last to be able to call ourselves Seniors and occupy the choice seats in the assembly, and be upper classmen at last. Oh, that feeling of scorn we experienced for the mere Freshmen who entered that year. Our Senior year, all the way through, was a crowning glory to our four years in high school. Many of us experienced regrets at the thoughts of leaving forever. The first picnic at Hilgard brought us all together and we “stuck” the rest of the year. (Class JJroplirry One morning we decided to go on a sight seeing tour. As we were obliged to return in a short time, we chose to go on the airplane bus. We rushed to the station to engage front seats as my friend and I were both partially deaf. While we stood waiting for our tickets, we were astonished at being addressed by our maiden names. Peering through our spectacles, we recognized Dawrence Trill the ticket agent with mysterious black hair, horn rimmed glasses, and flashing diamonds in cuff links and stick pin. He kindly offered to engage a taxi for us». The driver was one of his friends, aud who should it be but Elsie Yeck. My friend and I were both very doubtful of our safety when we learned that the aviator was John Robinson. However a short talk with him convinced us that our safety was assured, because he was now the husband of Ducile Craig and the proud and responsible father of five small children. Among the many passengers, we discovered several of our old high school class mates. Mrs.. Fonda McDonald was sitting at the opposite end of the plane, continually fussing with her French poodle. We were disturbed in our talk with her by a great commotion at the side of the plane. Investigation proved it was caused by Genevieve Hanna with a huge camera which she was having considerable difficulty to find room for. Just then the aviator called “All aboard,” and the late 29

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LILLIAN WILSON Commercial Course “So sweet of temper that the very stars shine soft upon her” Enterprise i. Wallowa 1, Glee Club 1-2, Home Economics Club 2-2, May Festival 2-2, A. G. S. 2-2-4. RUTH WRIGHT General Course “With dark eyes full of love’s content” Glee Club 2-2, April Antiks 2-2-4. May Festival 2-2, Modern Language Club 2-4, Home Economics Club 2-2, A. G. S. ELSIE YECK College Preparatory “Her great business—to see what lies in the distance” Glee Club 1-2, Class Basketball 2-2, Junior Stunt 2, April Antiks 2, Class Baseball 2, May Festival 1-2-2, Oper- etta 1, Latin Club 2, Home Economics Club 2. A. G. S. 2-2-4. FERN KELLY College Preparatory “He is a wise fellow Who speaks but little” Military Drill 1-2-2, Third in Competi- tive Drill 2, Modern Language Club 3. French Club 4. EMERSON SHROCK Commercial Course “His life is a watch and a vision Between a sleep and a sleep” Glee Club 2-3, Merrymakers 2, Drill 1-2-3, Mimir Art 3. R. A. WILKERSON College Preparatory 28

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 passengers hurried into the plane. As we glided off we looked hack and saw two old farmers frantically waving their hats to us. By the aid of our spy-glasses, we recognized them to he Reid Geddes and Tom Ruckman. Poor boys, evidently they had never overcome their high school habit of being late. Now being well on our way the lecturer began his lecture. We seemed to recognize some familiarity in his voice. To our utmost astonishment we saw it was T. C. McDonald. Of course we always did know that he had a good voice for something. Fie pointed out the home of the noted writer, Beulah Smith, over which we were just passing. Not far from this was the home of Jeanne Smith who was living a very happy life with her husband, Milo Blokland. Just at this point an aeroplane passed us and we recognized the driver to he Myrtle Black. Upon inquiry we learned that she was going back to her home in the city. We did not recognize the passenger with her but were told that it was Dorothy Krouse, who had won fame as a dancer and dancing teacher. On, on, we flew! The day was perfect and objects below us were easily dis- tinguished. Soon we were passing over Minnesota. Here there were many large grain fields, one we noticed in particular. We were told that it was owned by Howard Glenn, a rich man. whose wife (formerly Mildred Weeks,) was in the United States Senate. It was a lovely sensation .that of passing over the Great Lakes. Our attention was called to a large bright red ship, that had just recently been purchased by Mr. Bari Larson. We were told that he employed a large crew in order to carry on his immense trade. We were surprised to be familiar with the names of some of the crew, such as: Chester Garity, Clifford Blokland and Harold O’Connell. It was necessary to stop in Chicago as the plane needed some repairs and some of the passengers were going to stay there. My friend and 1 went to a hotel at once. Who should we meet in the lobby but Jean Chandler. She said she was the traveling saleslady for some firm in Buffalo and was just stopping in Chicago for a few days. To our surprise she informed us that her name was now Mrs. Smutz. She and her husband were not much together since he was at present tour- ing the United States as a prize fighter. She also told us that Floyde Smith was the business manager for Marshall and Fields in that city. As it was getting late, we went to register. At the desk we found Agnes Me Claren. She said that the house detective, Emerson Shrock, had found the position for her several years ago and she had been working there ever since. Then we took the elevator, as we were tired and anxious to rest a bit. The elevator man proved to be Donald Rohan. He recognized us before we did him. Our rooms hadn’t been «lusted so Donald said he would send some one up— the some one proved to be Bessis Backus, who was still the same quiet, sweet Bessie that we had known in school. After we had rested, we went out to a nearby res- taurant for dinner. Luck was with us for we were again among old friends. Jess George? was the proprietor, but as he was out of the city on business, his manager, George Garrick was in charge. We weren’t surprised to see Marion Howell seated at the piano entertaining the people as they ate. Ruth Keeney was our waitress. But our surprises had hardly begun, for as we were leaving we met Jeff Bean, the same old cut-up. He told us that he was editor of “Jokes” a well-known maga- zine of the day. From him we learned that Fern Kelly was in the city of a mission tour and that Glenn Metcalf had just completed his Art Gallery. We walked on down the street, gazing in all the shop windows. Suddenly we were confronted by a large sign in front of a millinery shop, with Hilda Blokland’s name on it. We went in but she was out to dinner although we learned that she had a larg$ business 30