McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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Senior Class Prophecy “Oh. Henrietta, bring your note book over here. I’ve gotten another To the Editor of the Portland Telegram. Dear Madam' letter. Philip Holmes, head of the McMinnville Old Home Week wants me to write a fitting tribute for the Alumni of ’25 banquet. Here's the list of graduates. Now, you take down any remarks 1 make about them. Ready.'’’’ PHYLLIS Ward—Latin teacher at St. Peter's Dome Academy. Lauretta Wheeler and Willetta Leever—“There's two old maids for you. Willetta’s stuck on China dogs but Lauretta sticks to cats. She had nine of them the last time I saw her.” RALPH Wisecarver—“Do I know that boy? Oh no. By the way, Henrietta, did you see his last cartoon? I mean the one of V. T. Wright (we used to call him Budgy). Yes, the one where he had his mouth open. Characteristic. They call him the Silver tongued Orator—W. J. B. the 2nd. THELMA Findley Nelson—“Huh. she married him anyway. I heard her say just before graduation day, “No, Luie, you must wait till I’ve had my stage career.’’ DALE Martin —State Prohibition Officer. “You may put down, Henrietta. ’No Remarks Necessary.' ” DONALD Heinz —Vice Pres., 5 7 Varieties Co. He got in on his name.’’ CHESTER Wood—Mayor of St. Jo.—“Say, but St. Joseph must be getting to be quite a town. In every Lincolnian I ever read there was at least one graduate going to St. Jo.” HAROLD Gaines—Official Cow-catcher on Southern Pacific R. R. “I remember, we used to use his initials (Hg) in Chem. to remember Mercury by.” WARREN Miller—Studying at the University. Has to his credit a Ph.D., D.D.? B.A., M.A., etc., etc. “He'll never stop going to school. We used to wonder if he was ever going to leave high school.” ELIJAH Corbett —No occupation. “In other words. Henrietta. he's still living on his father's income.” Muriel Bradley —“I remember, she was that little fat girl that we called Bubbles.' So she was the one that wrote 'Montana, Me and You.’ ” Earl OLESON—Leader of Rocky Mountain Goats Orchestra in Montana. The man that made “Montana, Me, and You” popular. See anything funny in that. Henrietta?” Francis Hall—Magazine Illustrator—Sketches af Poultry, Eggs and Vegetables from Real Life. Ed WAKEMAN—Salesman of Ladies' Silk Hose. “Awfully hard on his neckties, though. He has to clear his throat when he talks.” Robert Green —Still on the farm. Goodness, all that French gone to waste!” Ralph Trawin and Orvie Nelson—Sit for the “After Applying” advertising photographs of the Real Wave Co. John Odell—Long Distance Walking Champion. I bet he furnishes the money for ELSIE'S Orphan Asylumn for Pinkie Dogs.” 20

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 Senior Class Will We. the members of the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-five, as we guide our steps forth from this institution of Knowledge Obtainer do bequeath to those whom misfortune has left behind all our mangled and delapidated books, our over-supply of intellect, and a few of our worthy members to help promote wisdom and pep in days to come. To Mary Bollen. I. Nedra Vernon, leave my power of ruling the universe. I. Opal Smith, leave my sister Ruby in the efficient care of Lynn Triplett. To Donald Van Atta. 1. Ralph Trawin. leave my Mary. To Kenneth Hewitt. 1, Warren Miller, sorrowfully present my red necktie. I, Budgy Wright, do leave my power of brilliant oratory to Melvin Peterson (but not my Verna). To little Bus, I. Ralph Wisecarver, will my height and hair restorer. To Dub Kimball. 1. Earl Olson, leave my talent of charming all feminine creatures. I, Delpha Powell, do bequeath to Florence Kenzler my winning ways and natural marcel. We, Marguerite Duerst and Edward Spiller, do leave unto Jessie May Irvine and Stan Laughlin our reputation as a firm and standing union, To Otto Leever. I, Edgar Wakeman. leave my dashing and gallant manner. I, Muriel Bradley, do give up my position as chief of Jazz players to Ethel Macy. I. Robert Dow, tho departing, leave my lovable disposition to Keith Fender. I, Grace Trawin. do leave my flirtatious record to Naoma Woods. My hopes for the future. I. Thelma Findley, leave unto Viola Zehring. I, Lucy Trent, do leave my talent as the heroine of the senior play to Gertrude Miller or Sadie Bloom. I, Donald Heinz, do leave unto Paul Carmichael my title of Papa. To Alice Sitton, I, Alice Stow, leave my meek and bashful atmosphere. I, Isabel Eborall, leave to Hazel McDonald my altitude. I. Evelyn Smith, will unto Lillian Paul my stately manner. To Laurence Anderson, I. Eugene Marsh leave all my dignity and exalted position in the printing department. To Pill Warren. 1, Robert Green, leave my romantic athletic career. Signed on the sixth day of the fourth month in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and twenty-five. THE CLASS OF TWENTY-FIVE. 19

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Senior Class Prophecy--Continued ELMO Tibbetts—Assoc. Hangman of Basongo, Province of Barot-see. upper Zambezi River, Africa. JOHN Bennett—Gone, but not forgotten. NEDRA VERNON Jones—Married. “And she had such wonderful executive ability. Oh, well. 1 suppose she uses it on her husband.” Alice Stow—Leader of the “WOMAN FOR PRESIDENT party. BILL DlELSOHNEIDER—Electrician. “Yes. invaluable because he can unscrew light bulbs without using a step-ladder.” MILLARD Havnaer—Chief perpetrator of Filibusters in Congress DOROTHY Kliks—Secretary to the President. Opal Smith Birchfield—The old, old story. Mr. AND Mrs. Edward Spiller—“Oh. Marguerite, so you finally did it.” And All the Rest Gone to the Bug-House—“Let's adjourn, Henrietta, I have a feeling that we belong there too.” ■« Senior Emblems and Class Song Senior Colors: Blue and Silver. Senior Motto: Finished, yet beginning. Senior Flower: Sweet Pea. Senior Play: The Charm School. Senior Song: Old Lincoln High To tune of The West. A Nest and You Dear old Lincoln High. We're parting with a sigh. The path we all have taken now divides. As we go our way. Sweet memories of the days Will linger with us from Old Lincoln High. Chorus: Tonight we are departing, In many different ways, We never will forget The pals of high school days. The stairs we now start climbing Success to reach will strive. A farewell now we re taking. The class of twenty-five. Tho the years may pass This same old senior class In dreams they ever will together be. Years may come and yet We never will forget The days we spent in dear old Lincoln High. —Linnie Shirley. 21