McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of McMinnville High School, in the Year of Our Lord one thousand nineteen hundred and twenty-two, having completed oj torious, renowned, benevolent, and fictitious career, do hereby convey gratuitously our possessions which we have coveted for the past four years, to the pres and future students of McMinnville High School. The Senior Class leaves to the Junior Class our seats on the east side of the assembly, our Senior cloakroom, and our ability to keep on the good side of all the instructing machines in the building. To Mr. Bauman, we, the Senior Class, do bequeath a brand new bell with a guaranteed, undetachable clapper. To the under-classmen we leave Mrs. Edwards, as official chaperone for all social occasions. We, the S. O. F. F., do bequeath to the “J” Club our most precious book on traveling and social etiquette which is the secret of our modesty and desirable manners. Gail Vinton leaves Bertha. Verl Miller wills his last two bottles of Anti-fat and Stay Thin to the unsophisticated Allen Shirley. I, Dale Over, do bequeath by ability to “roll over,” “come over,” “jump over,” “distill it over,” and “any way to get over” to Lamont Stone. Maude Ingalls wills her haughty, supercilious, disdainful air to Violet Voltmer. Donald Evans leaves his large accumulation of silence to be used only in noisy assembly periods. I, Neva Sitton, do bequeath my speedy walk to the ever vacillating Philip Carmicheal. Amarette Barnes wills her “curly locks” to Gladys Petty. I, Gladys Cook, do bequeath my position as Song Leader to Irene Cameron. Kelly Shumaker leaves the tonic he uses to keep his hair red to Eulalia Phinn. I, Alice Vesta Cameron, to some poor creature, do bequeath my position as McMinnvillan Editor. Galena Sandwick wills to Phyllis Myers her ability to be seen and not heard. We. the Parker brothers, do bequeath to the Junior boys our efficient methods of attracting the opposite sex. I, Fleeta Maloney, do bequeath my squeaky voice to Hump A® I, Robert Lauehlin, to Clair Feely leave my ability to disprove statements. I, Margaret Milton, do leave my elaborate mode of hairdressing to Alice Daniels. Harold Wakeman bequeaths his ability to make a short recitation seem long to Herald Edwards. Sealed this thirtieth day of March. Nineteen Hundred and Twp '- Signed—Tressa Evelxm Phillifi'. Signed—Rosie Mae Wagner,

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HISTORY SENIOR CLASS HISTORY ’22 As representatives of McMinnville High School for four years we have attained the degree which we have anxiously looked forward to. As Freshmen we received our first introduction into the realm of high school life. Although we were in the J. H. S. our interests were equally divided between the schools. In our Sophomore year we possessed all of the sophistication which was ours at the particular time. The Junior class was noted for its unusual amount of pep and vim. The first exciting feature being when the “Junior Polly Boys” won the prize at the Annual Mix for the best stunt. In athletics as well as dramatics and society we were ably represented. l he last and most important fete was the Junior-Senior reception. So the year closed with every one expecting to return in the fall and take the responsibility of being dignified seniors. We met early in the year to organize and such an organization it has proven to be. The officers elected are: President, Grant Osborne, Vice-President, Bernice Leger, Secretary and Treasurer, Rose Wagner, Student Council, Helen Peery and Ingraham Jones. Rein E. Jackson and Alice Hamm were chosen to guide and direct the class through all of its activities. On the first hike our able advisers were christened “Jam and Hackson!” We chose Scarlet and French Blue as our colors and the white rose as our flower. The Senior girls organized the S. O. F. F. and the boys the 1 T. B., both dark and misterious clubs which none but members dare to attend. Both of the clubs have entertained each other such as hikes, picnics and parties. The class as a whole has had numerous entertainments also. The seniors have had a splendid representation in athletics, both boys and girls have been exceedingly interested. In the A. S. B. play “Clarence several of the cast were seniors and as a new venture an all senior cast play the “Hoodoo” is to be presented to the public. Now that “Commencement” is drawing near we feel as though we have attained that which will help us in our lives, the spirit of old Mac Hi will always linger in our memories as the best. T. P. ’22.

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PROPHECY SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY I pulled into McMinnville in the spring of 1941 on the 10:1 I, which ar-livedat I :32 and six ticks, to be exact. As I brushed the stains of travel from my garb of multi-colored hues, who do I spy emerging from a gondola (gravel car) but old “Lou” Parker, and Finis the Hebrew King” of Palestine. The reunion was a happy one, and we proceeded down the main thoroughfare to the cld village pump. Along the green we saw the “Rollo” Jones’ Fancy Staple Grocery Emporium. Immediately upon seeing the sign we walked hastily to the door where (ones recognized us through our matted beards and we fell upon each others neecks and wept. He led us in and fed us and began to elucidate upon the news. “You remember Tressa Phillips and Wakeman, don’t you,” said Jones, well they had to go to Salem. They thought they were Merry Christmas and Santa Claus.” Just then Orile Robbins, who we learned was Mac’s street cleaner and official bootlegger, and Grant Osborn, who had inherited “Wright’s” by marriage, entered. After the glad hand had passed around we all went out and got in Jones’ fliver and set out to tour Yamhill county. I'oot-toot, we went down the street and as we turned the corner, Dale Over in his Rolls-Rough dashed past, followed by Lee Barnum on a bicycle. Lee was the city dog catcher and “cop.” Jones stepped on the gas and we gave chase. At the corner where the Baptist church stands we ran in to the midst of a wedding party that was crossing the street. Kelly Shumaker, the bridegroom, had been knocked down, but his bride, Jesse Slater, had bent a fender on the fliver and turned it over. The brides-maids, LaVelle Irvine and Helen Peery, were still running, and Joe Knight, the best man, was licking up the remains from a broken bottle in the gutter. “Rattle Bang.” Out in the green, clean country “we shimmied.” And as we passed Clif Smith’s chicken ranch we ran over his chickens, both of them. Clif’s wife, Lea Brixey Smith, came running out but we shouted in glee and went on in a cloud of dust. Les. Simpkins was in the dust so naturally he got run over. We stopped and he rose up from the road. He was in a G. A. R. uniform and had been marching. “I see the lights of the village,” he said as he pointed into the empty air. We understood, so we climbed back in the car and went on. In due course of conversation we learned that Titus had become a champion muscle bound weight lifter. This was indeed news. But then Titus was always a surprise. As time hung heavily on our hands we turned around and went back to town. That evening, before going to the hotel for dinner, we went down to the park to hear the band. Lo and behold! Bunny Boyce was the leader and Harold Woodson was the band. We tired of the music and went to the “Auto” where we dined. The waitress was Fleeta Maloney. It was hours before she stopped talking. We then went to a surprise party—everybody was surprised when we came in. The hostess was Alice Cameron, the editor of the “Village ’Foot. Fat Miller and his wife, Ethel Roe Miller, were there so we left and went up to “Laughlin the Lawyer’s” office. He gave us a line but it didn’t hurt us.