McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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McMinnville, Oregon 23 Seniors Here’s to the class of old ’15, That vast expanded fake, By Heaven sent to fill a place No other class could take. Tho knowledge passed them every day, They little did imbibe, And yet for all their shiftless ways, They were a harmless tribe. Some may have pined for greater things, But I am sure of some, Content to doze through life in peace And take things as they come. Well nigh four years have spent their course, Yet well do I recall, When, as a mess of gawky rooks They were despised by all. Then, in all student body rows They took an active part, And, by their everlasting nerve Succeeded from the start. Through all those woeful, weary years Each sinner learned his place, And those who never learned to bluff Have fallen in the race. From down-trod freshmen, once despised. They keep their upward flights, The first to steal the freshmen’s eats, Or to defend his rights. Your football men have won renown For four successive years; Your orators have spoken forth And moved the house to tears. Oh, class composed of every type That walks beneath the sun; In four swift passing years you’ve learned All foolishness to shun,

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22 THE LINCOLNIAN VINCENT H L RY “Meet me in the moonlight, dearie' Baseball team 2) CLARA JACOBSON “Paddle your own canoe' MYRON SHERWOOD “If I only had a girl” Vice President Student Body (4) ELLEN YOCOM “School days’’ EYRLE BILLS “I could love a million girls' Football team (1, 2,3, 4)

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24 THE LINCOLNIAN And, by your teachers, you’ve been taught That, to succeed, you must Keep right on righting to the last And have your say, or “bust.” And now, in closing, I will say. To give my conscience rest, You might have raised a bigger dust Had each one done his best. To All Whom It May Concern We, the class of ’15 of Lincoln High, being in as sound mind as possible, and not acting under duress or menace, do make, publish and declare this our last will and testament, as follows: First, we bequeath to the Junior class the privilege of occupying the Senior section of the study hall next year. Second, we bequeath to the Sophomore class our splendid spirit of co-operation (especially in class parties). Third, we bequeath to the Junior High all the surplus wisdom which we have been able to collect. (Of course, we don’t wish to intimate that they need it.) Fourth, we will all our pencils less than four inches in length to Guy Mardis. Fifth, we do bequeath in the following manner, individually, to-wit: Elmer Poole wills his position as Senior Goat to John Wallace. Verna Garner and Rosa Manning leave their “special privilege” of talking in fire drills to Zonweiss Rogers and Monema Wood. Ivan Pearson leaves his talkative nature to George Jameson. Mary Hackett wills one volume of her poems to John Mason. The Senior boys leave their admiration for a certain member of the faculty to Bernie Nelson. Dale Miller bestows his superfluous avoirdupois upon Robert Clay. hoy Loop wills Miss Tartar a book proving that animals do not reason. Clifford Alderman bequeaths his reputation as a shark to Billy Swift. Esther Miller wills Gladys Godbey her ability for detecting powder on the faces of her friends.