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

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far '27 ’nriurs One balmy May morning, the Hiking Club started blithely up Booster Peak. Three of the girls, in searching for a spring, became separated from their com- panions. For hours they wandered over the hillside calling the names of their friends. At last they grew tired and to escape the noonday heat crept into a small cave. Upon its floor gleamed a rock of pyramid shape which one girl casually picked up. Immediately came a resounding crash! The hillside fairly shook; darkness swooped upon them; there was a sound as of rushing wind. Then the girls found themselves in a small stone building on a high peak. Confronting them was an aged man who swayed and chanted. Three fascinated girls grew solemn as his words became intelligible. In a deep voice he stated very slowly: “You are very lucky. It was destined that three should uncover the fate of the proud Seniors of the long-past 1927. Ah—let me vision—one moment. The light dawns hut feebly, though through the mists come a golden voice. Yes, it is Kermit Ragain. His tenor successfully soothes the fretful patients at the Grande Ronde Hospital. He is capably aided by Lola McWilliams, the most ef- ficient nurse of her day. Bernetta Kochen.sparger, now a veterinary, is conferring with Margaret Kohl- hepp, the Cattle Queen, on the illness of her pet calf. That clatter! Oh, it is Mary Muilenburg operating her latest invention, a type- writer which spells correctly. Close behind her stands Ann Stangc, racing Ace. Glenn Smith is in conference with Mary, for his quick-delivery scheme has been perfected by mental telepathy. “Lynn Smutz—ah! I see him in South America, having deserted athletics for the quietude of a coffee plantation. With him is Thelma Pickett, taking the chill out of chile, while in the background hovers Harold Smith, who clings to his ancient pipe in preference to picking coffee beans. “What is this? The dignified Marian Wagner, Henry Ford’s chief sales- woman, is taking an evening off. and we find her at a vaudeville. On the stage are Flossie Vedder and Beulah Shroeder doing a tumbling act. They are billed as ‘The Long and Short of it.’ “Alvin Day will live thru the years as a great scientist. Elmer Glenn has at last abandoned his faithful motorcycle. He and George Baker are studying the habits of the angle-worm in Alaska. George Anderson and Jack Durland are ‘seeing America first’ by way of side-door Pullmans. Stella Baker studies advanced typing under Professor John Herr. Bernice Weeks and Lena Campbell teach in Summerville. “Richard Lyman is giving lessons on ‘Being an efficient class president.’ Eldon Hanks and Francis Newlin have published an immortal treatise on the art of basketball. “Bert Hanson and Alice Elder are Deans at the Eastern Oregon Normal. Lola Cantrel bought out Hillard Brown’s drugstore several years ago. Ivy Charleton and Mildred Courtney are Peggy Hopkins Joyce’s rivals as to the number of divorces. Marjorie Walsinger will leave Alaska and follow their example. “Jean Williams, Dorothy Ann Warnick, Eugene Park, and Austin Dunn now compose the Salvation Army Band. “Esther Blokland and Helen Austin are selling radios to the people of London while Violet Hodgson is in Paris designing clothes. “Ben Herr writes subtitles for movies. Alfred Bay designs hats for a French firm, Mildred Jayne paints backdrops for high school plays and Aimee MacGregor is a tourist guide in Yellowstone Park. Mona Gasset owns a cabaret in Montreal. Her headliners are Floyd Berry (whose hair has been dyed raven black) and Lucille Crowe. The apache dance and tango of this couple are envied as well as copied by Golan Eplins. the second Valentino, and his partner, Trillian Ashby. “Fred Swanson is drawing advertisements at $20,000 each. “This place—it must be Lone Pine. And in the huge library are Orville Worsham, head librarian, and his assistant, Charles Wilson. “An airplane sweeps up to the door—it is driven by Joseph Zaugg, who helps William Snodgrass up the stairs. Mr. Snodgrass demands to know why his book ‘Outsheiking Golan Epling’ is not in prominence. “Mildred Hallmark, Y. W. C. A. leader, and Grace Geibel, a returned mis- sionary, try in vain to persuade Zelma Van Leuven to leave her adored peanut stand. “In a tall office building, a serious conference is held. Around a desk are Chester Stalcup, the man who put Pomeroy on the map; Richard Strand, who has retired from his place as Red Grange’s successor; Lois Nelson, the weary editor

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I, Betty Cochran, bequeath ray ability to get out of the house when the doors are locked to Marjorie Reynolds. 1, Jean Courtney, bequeath my man to no one. I, Mildred Courtney, bequeath my basketball suit to Pug McCorkle. We, Ivy Charleton and Lucille Crow, bequeath our seriousness and quiet ways to Berneva Hunt. We, Kermit Davis and Jack Durland, bequeath our ability as alibi artists to anyone who can uphold our standard. I, Jennie Dolbow, bequeath my gym clothes to Myrtle Hansen. I Austin Dunn, will leave the school desks behind me because I can’t take them along. I, Dorothy Eberhard, bequeath my style of hair dressing to all the girls in school. I, Alice Elder, bequeath my “baby face to June Coolidge. I, Golan Epling, bequeath the meat market to my dad next fall. I, Mona Gasset, bequeath my place at the Star to Gertrude Wheeler. I, Grace Geibel, bequeath my office position to Opal Bickle. I, Elmer Glenn, will leave my motorcycle in the ditch some morning. I, Mildred Hallmark, bequeath my hair to Elsie Shuey. I, Eldon Hanks, bequeath my place on the basketball squad to Tom Wallsinger. We, John and Ben Herr, bequeath our ability to pass for each other to the Prouty twins. 1, Lois Nelson, bequeath the Mimir to the students who have paid for it. 1, Francis Newlin, bequeath my grin to anyone who can carry it. I. Eugene Park, bequeath my sheik hair cut to Ellis Snyder. We, Lola McWilliams, Delores Elton, and Edith Payton, bequeath our coy and winsome ways to Mary Lyman. (Every little bit helps). I, Thelma Pickett, bequeath my hot dogs and root beer to the Bradshaw girls. I, Kermit Ragain, wishing to leave high school with a good reputation, be- queath my uke to Wallace Allen. I, Alfred Bay, bequeath my taxi to Vernal Shoemaker. I, Beulah Schroeder, bequeath my formula on “How to Reduce” to Alice Cook. I, Harold Smith, bequeath my beloved pipe to Pete Bauman. 1. Glenn Smith, bequeath my ability to kid the girls to Mr. Thomas. I, Lynn Smutz, bequeath my football letters to Marion Crowe. I, William Snodgrass, bequeath my last name to any girl who will accept it. I, Mildred Spencer, bequeath my curly hair to Geneva Bishop. I, Ann Stange, bequeath my voice to Ruth Irwin. I, Richard Strand, bequeath my never ending supply of gab to Dale Charlton. 1, Robert Sullivan, bequeath all my knowledge to the faculty. I, Fred Swanson, bequeath my ability to draw to Bill Runyan. I, Chester Stalcup, bequeath my curls to Adam Leighton. I, Mabel Stover, leave nothing to chance. 1, Kenneth Thompson, bequeath my ability to vamp women to Vernon Court- III ) . We, Bernice Weeks and Zelma Van Leuven, bequeath our opinion of men to anyone who can live up to it. I, Flossie Vedder, bequeath my ability to consume quantities of hot dogs to Bernice Wilson. 1, Marion Wagner, do not bequeath my fiddle to anyone. We, Henry Connor, Sam Walker, and Leo Waite, do bequeath to Edward B., our women, women, women. I, Marjorie Wallsinger, bequeath my place in front of the mirror to Bernetta Pierson. I, Dorothy Ann Warnick, bequeath the I- H. S. to someone who wants it. I, Veva White, will not leave my diamond to anyone. I, Jean Williams, bequeath my place on the Honor Roll to Ellis Snyder. We, Charles Wilson and Orville Worsham, bequeath our pull with the faculty to Vera Tiffany. I. Joe Zaugg, bequeath my heavy tread to Shirley Price. I, Irvin Zundel, bequeath my basketball career to anyone who thinks it is a snap to have one. InWitness Whereof, We have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, the thirty-first day of May, in the year of our Lord, Nineteen hundred and twenty-seven. Ivy Charlton, Eugene Park.

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of that particular yellow journal which publishes the cynical poems of Edith Pay- ton. All these famous personages are listening attentively to the words of Ken- neth Thompson, Ph. I)., M. A., Lid., Dd., LI. M., Lh. I). Henry Conner, Harvard Professor, hopes to gain an interview with Kermit Davis, vice-president of the United States. Eva Carbine and Jean Courtney are Kermit’s secretaries. Veva White and Dolores Elton are consulting Dorothy Eberhard of the Supreme Court upon the waywardness of their respective families. “Betty Cochran is perhaps the most beautiful of Mack Sennet’s Bathing Beauties; her double, Jennie Dalbow, is subjected to many streaks of temperament. The scene changes: the handsome man’s face is familiar. Of course, it is Irvin Zundel anil his supporting chorus girls: Cornelia Hansen, Margaret Michael- son. Hazel Rector, Gladys Smith, and Mabel Stover. “Robert Sullivan, international actor, makes personal appearance at this time. He is followed by Mildred Spencer, who succumbed to the fad for channel swimming and made the time ten hours. “The performance is nearly broken up by Glenn Patten, Bolshevist leader. However, Leo Waite, a contented farmer, and Samuel Walker, who is a clever civil engineer, quell the mad shoutings of Patten. “Such divine music! It is Lucille Metcalf, famous ‘lady baritone,’ accom- panied by Wayman Scott, the inventor of a totally different mute for a cornet. “Worthy Seniors were all these.” Crash! The three girls were back on Rooster Peak, quite thrilled by the thoughts of prominence to be gained in telling of so many persons once known to L. H. S. —Lucille Croioe '27. £$eniat -j.Wm I These four short years, old L. H. S., You’ve been our happy home; Now from these dear and sacred walls Our feet reluctant roam. Each tree, each shrub, each blade of grass That on thy campus grow, Are parts of us—our lives, our souls. For God has willed it so. We came to you as opening buds, Just kissed with childhood’s trust. Each year a petal has unrolled; Progression made it thus. As touch of wind or rain or sun The rose will bless or rust, Our teachers’ love has left its mark Upon the hearts of us. And now we stand with out-stretched arms And feet that know not whence; The river Time goes roaring on; Our lives we must commence. But as we turn to say good-by, From out thy spacious hall, Service and Honor and Loyalty— The things you taught us—call. —Liicile Metcalf.