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

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Vera Johnston—Keep your own secrets if you have any. Clayton Mast—The right man in the right place at the right time. Elsie Moller—Good temper is like a sunny day; it sheds its brightness on everything. Merwin Moller—A good name will wear out, a bad one may be turned; a nickname lasts forever. Audrey Strong—Lay hold of life with both hands, wherever thou mayest seize it! It is interesting.

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Tommie Forest—Be silent, and be safe. Ellis Gant—Aspiring to be angels, men rebel. Hugo Gurney—The tongue of an angry woman would even cut cloth. Lucile Harris—There are no elevators in the house of success. Verna Hart—Resolved, in debate never to speak anything but the pure and simple variety. Arval Hazelwood—Amaze the unlearned and make the learned smile.

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Moon Dreams of the Class of 25 I was sitting alone in my study; the busy day was almost o’er and the sun was gradually sinking behind the majestic mountains in the west. To me the day had been a wonderful success and though tired 1 could not help but feel joyful. Still there was a desire, a longing that came during these victorious moments, for something higher, nobler to be accomplished than the regular trend of toil each day. Beside me on a stand lay a book entitled “Moon Men” by Burroughs, and having nothing else to do, I picked it up and began to read. It told of Arthis, the ruler of the Moon World, bringing his people, the Kalkars, dowm to the earth and conquering it. I laid the book aside and began reviewing the happenings of the day. Even as I mused and dreamed there appeared about me a darkening cloud which carried my thoughts away from the toil and strife of the day and I seemed to be in a new world. About me were the friends of my youthhood. who had come, as I had. in search of higher and nobler ideals. Many of them had achieved fame and honor, and as I had not seen them for many years, I found myself eagerly listening to the tales and trobules told by each. They were all glad to see me, but I looking around in amezement. “Where in the world am I ?” I asked, “and where did all of you come from? You are changed, too, so different than you were in the old high school days!” “Oh.” laughed one, and I suddenly recognized him as Roy Clinton, “You’ve just come. This is the year 1950, and you’re not used to everything yet. Of course there are many changes. It’s a new world to you.” “We must show her around, too,” broke in another. “It’s time for us to keep our appointment at the White House—Cabinet Meeting, you know,” he explained, as he saw my look of doubt. “Come on over; the President will be glad to see you again.” We met the great man in his own study, and I recognized at once Clayton Mast, a classmate who had led the M. P. boys on to victory in the years of 1924 and '25. He was just on his way to the cabinet meeting, and, being told I would meet many of my friends there, I decided to accept their invitation and go with them. The cabinet, so the President’s private secretary, who was no other than our old stenography star, Nelda Bender, told me, consisted of many more members than did that of our government, although to some extent it wras copied after it. the number of officers was twenty-five and they were elected for life terms. The Secretary of State, she further informed Page Thirteen