Myrtle Point High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Myrtle Point, OR)

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In my last letter from Bill he mentioned that Peel was the professor of science in the Princeton University. This hardly surprised me because you know of his wonderful invention that came out last year, a three cylindar automatic angle trisector. I heard from Crawford the other day. He sent me a radiogram from the battleship New York, where he is operator, You know he attended Radio schools several years after finishing Hi. I want you to be sure and see my latest French photo play, Mile, de Barlideu, of which Mr. Linn is the author. You know we have been taking scenes in France. I’ve worked harder on this than I have since I attended the old Myrtle Point High School. I believe this play will make a better hit in America than any I have appeared in. Now I’m ready for my vacation, which I have planned to spend in Alaska. If you hadn’t taken office when you did we would have gone together. Write to me soon and be sure to send me any additional information you might have on the old bunch. Affectionately, Flossie Belle. :o: Page Sixteen

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one afternoon when we played hookey? Well, neither of us are married yet, and we must let each other know a year before hand, so I guess we’re safe for a year at least. In the WHO’S WHO IN AMERICA I saw Claire’s picture. He really hasn’t changed a bit. His speeches are the topics of interest in the newspapers now. He has already been classed with Bryan, Clay, and Webster, and he is still a young man. There is no doubt but what he will receive the nomination for president. Audra is going to join the American Relief Workers in the Near East. She has been teaching school for several years, hasn’t she? A new record that I ordered some time ago came today so I stopped writing to play it. It is “The Brain Storm” played by Baker’s Band. This is one of his own compositions. Mabel Hall has won quite a name for herself in the United States Secret Service. She always was of an inquisitive nature. Just the same she sure is making this old world a better place to live in. Kenneth Cutler has made it possible to produce the color effect in photographs and one gets the natural colors. He is n» w in the service of the National Geographical Survey. William Nelson is assistant editor of the Whiz Bang. It is becoming better literature all the time, due to his efforts. He has now won the worthy title of Captain Billy, Jr. Coal was discovered some time ago on the Culbertson homestead so Enith is now on easy street. Myrtle said she was planning to take a trip to Paris this fall. Upon my arrival in New York Clarence called on me at The Ritz. He certainly has been coining in the millions on Wall Street. Thanks to his careful study of Economics in High School he has become the shrewdest of brokers. Bud and Shorty have certainly been successful in speculations. They not only married their old childhood sweethearts but the oil wells which they invested in, shortly after school was out, have proved to be the richest in California. Page Fifteen

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THE STAIRS OF SUCCESS So for a subject had I sought, That my sleep was troubled with the thought; And as night claimed my slumbers deep A wondrous dream pervaded my sleep. The mist raises, a mighty wood appears, The flowers and the foliage round are drenched in tears, And slowly on this scene of colors bright A class of Freshmen struggle into sight. The trail is rough and rugged that they trod And on the stones they leave the stains of feet ill shod. Their heads bow—the path grows steeper still, But courage comes as they gain top of hill; For there in the distance, before their anxious eyes Is their goal—a castle in the woods of paradise. Hardly had they gazed again before the scene was gone And instead was flung a banner—Sophomores, Press On. Their suff’ring and sorrowing is left with the dying year, The path grows smooth and valleys green appear. Onward, ever onward! Will their journey never end? Will they ever see that castle bathed in glorious light again? Their path leads through a garden bright and gay To a big white gate that stands, a sentinel in their way. Two warriors stand with martial air Guarding the gate to the golden stair. But as the tired Sophomores draw near These warriors smile and wave their shining spear, The gate swings wide to let them pass, They have gained the golden stairs at last. The pilgrims grow weary—the stairs are long; But now on the air floats a lilt of a song And a veiled silver cup becomes their gu de Leading on up the stairs so steep and w:da. The veil slowly lifts and these words they see “To Juniors brave of Nineteen-Twenty-Three.” As they onward go this message falls on the air, “Do not stare up the steps of success but step un the stair.” —Estella Hart Page Seventeen