McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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1 I he curfew rang and we stole like Arabs to our pallet in the former El-l.erton, now the Vinton Hostlery. 1 he next day we went the rounds of the places where nobody was home and made pretty good wages till we came to Gladys Cook’s house, where she over powered us and turned us over to the police. So that night the Police Matron, Rose Wagner, let us stay at the “City Hall. Lola Rhodes and Gladys Harshberger, the Salvation Army lassies secured our release by a heart-rending speech before Don Evans, the mayor and political boss of McMinnville. We lounged on the corner like we used to do in “Ye Goode Olde Dayes” all afternoon and watched a parade of “uprising working girls” who were com plaining of the high price of hair nets. 1 hey were Margaret Milton, Lois Moffat. Lucille Kirkwood, Marion Llendrcks, and Mable Dunn, as well as others wc did not know. I'hey were led by their able leader, Beulah Holland. The sight of all these women was too much for our simple souls so we went into Ross Cruik-shanks Cigar Factory to rest a while. Van Peebly is Health Commissioner in the Fiji Islands and Lorina Stallings is the native Queen said Ross, Frank Braden is agitating free pickles’ in Whiteson. Maude Ingalls has a nice place on captive balloons up above the 3 mile limit. Her chief bartender is ‘Tiny’ Olmstead.” The rest of the boys were sleeping soundly by this time so I followed suit. We were awakened by the sound of a battle. A woman, who, through the smoke proved to be Bernice Leger, was dragging Ross away. She was his wife, apparently. Outside we were just in time to see the town chain gang trot past in lock-step. Among its hard-boiled members we observed Clem Wallace, up for smuggling Sauer Kraut into h amhill county. He ought to have been arrested, the mean thing. There was also Bride the Bigamist and Milne, who had been made to ring the curfew to haze himself when he joined the International Correspondence School to study the proper method of safe blowing. Amarette Barnes was their driver and she beat them unmercifully. Th is awoke us to the fact that we were lonelv and needed a change, so we beat it for the depot, arriving just in time to board the semi-annual freight, as it went through. We got aboard softly, except that the dog belonging to Christenson, the station agent, got away with the seat of Louie’s pants. Well Hugh, ’ said Finis, “they didn’t need any of your El Smarto for burns but Louie does for his pants.” 1 oot I oot said the train as it rounded the curve and Mac disappeared from view. Hugh Parker. Finis Filzmaurice.