McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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McMinnville, Oregon 25 Senior jingles The kindest heart in all the class is “Sid Who even mumps gave to his lass. Old “Bill” Snyder is a merry old soul; With his little wooden hammer he raps control. “Muckle” Ford is good on debate; His assembly speeches are something great. Oh, Loche Mardis, you’re good at guessing, For why the grades when you have no lesson? In size “Snud” Van Atta is almost O (Naught); But yet this size gives food for thought. Oh, a dainty little lady Is our charming Miss McCrady. We know Ruby Miller is not so small; For, zounds! she takes up nearly half the hall. Floyd Osborne, boy, you are a shark On singing Latin like a lark. (?) Dale Porter is the tallest and the nicest boy in class, Oh, Dale, 'tis pity, pity, that you are such an-lobster Frank Fox’s ways are mild,—suggest the blushing maid; And when the girls come near, away you see Frank fade. Miss Dada Rhodes: Her eyes are blue, she has a winning smile; She’ll get your heart yet, my boy, just you wait awhile. Evelyn Macy holds a warm place in our hearts and drives away dull care, I s’pose, Miss Evelyn, it is because you keep yourself so spare. Oh, Misses Antrim, Duncan, Short, you’ll each a teacher be, To pound the kids and make ’em howl; to make ’em dance with glee.

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24 THE LINCOLNIAN five out of the first eight on the first basketball team. This is the way our boys have “done things” ever since our class entered High School. Our class now numbers forty-six; tho we have gained several each year, a great many have left us, some lost by the way, some to enter Medical Schools, some to Schools of Osteopathy, some to O. A. C., and some have launched into the unknown sea of matrimony. The Seniors wish to express their appreciation to the faculty, for the help and encouragement given them thruout the four years of their High School life. L. M. ’14.

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26 THE LINCOLNIAN “Walt” Arthur, know, your monkey shines are all that we can bear; And on your head our wrath will fall, if thou dost not beware. I have a hunch that sooner or later a doctor will be that “Earnie” Bills; For already he’s an expert on makin’ “leetle” pills. On Maude Brixey’s cheek is a bewitching dimple; Why she is so bewitching, ’tis perfectly simple. In our Student Body meetings, Helen Cunningham doth write Lengthy notes of our proceedings on the pages fair and white. Our racy Richard Flynn with his long and bony shin, With track opponents knows just how to rub it in. Irene Hulett, thine endearing charms, in song, We fain would sing throughout the ages long. Esther’ll be a school ma’am, and her sist.ei ’ll form a truce With some nice young feller what’s got lots 'o spruce. Into the well of love fell Lyman; But naught can extricate this Simple Simon. The way that Mina Hickok rides a “bike,” Makes one think of “Motorcycle Mike.” We know that Rosina and Lydia study until they know it; For always in class these little cousins show it. The brains you have, Glen Martin, oh, dear! You got through school in half a year. Frank Sitton’s eyes are blue, his hair is like the sun, And he’s quite charming, is this little one. “You’re living too fast,” says I to Paul Whirry, But all he ever says is, “I should bibble.” Glen Stewart sits on a back seat in chemistry, And tests the teacher’s clemency. Papl Sitton made his debut in football this year, The way he played drove many an enemy to shed a tear.