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

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me. was Professor Hugo Valerian Gurney, member of State Judicial Bar and author of “Anti Suffrage for Women,” “Government Offices for the Men,” and “The Home the Place of Women.” “He’s just as radical as ever,” Nelda whispered, “In fact he’s worse than he was in the old days.” As I looked at the scholarly figure of our old schoolmate, I thought of the lines: “I strove with none, for none was worth my strife, Women I loved, and next to women, art. But women’s place should ever be man’s wife; When that time fails, I want soon to depart.” The treasurer, Ellis Gant, of th° Warrington Bar, was the next to be called to my attention. He spoke of the decreasing sums in the treasury, and in conclusion sa:d: “It is very necessary that there be more cash in the treasury, else how can I be expected to pay all the debts these fantastic members are putting upon us. The expenses of the times are great; there are astounding bills at present from several lar e concerns in Mars and also some in Venus, and they are urging us to mak° the payments soon. Besides this there should be some money in the treasury as a reserve.” Watching his eager but worried face, and slender, erect figure, I thought of the old “Slim” Gant of high school days, and the lines came to me: “But scarce observed, the knowing and the bold, Fall in the general massacre of gold: Wealth on wealth is shown in fancy balls The dangers gather when the treasury falls.” A tall dark-haired woman got up next and read a short essay of her own writing entitled, “The Age of Woman’s Chivalry,” closing with these words: “Women are not fools, though bound to have their way; Women are not fools, they’ve got to have a say In everything that justly concerns all; Put them on eaual terms, give them a chance to win, And they will do their work, regardless of the men.” “That’s Agnes Deyoe, do you remember her?” Nelda told me at the close of her speech. (Remember her? Yes, inde°d— usually with a shock of surprise.) But Nelda was continuing. “She’s Dean of Women at Martin College, a member of the Sta e Board of Women, and at present the Secretary of the Old Maids Department.” “Yes,” I thought, “Agnes., you have found your true calling.” Mr. Clinton, the Postmaster General, gave a brief outline of the conditions of post offices. His greatest trouble, according to him, seemed to be in finding places for mail ships to land. “The new world,” said he, “is very different from the old. In fact, in the mountainous parts we have to build a platform from the top of one mountain to another in order to land our planes. Page Fourteen

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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

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I would advise that our facility expert, Mr. Moller, turn his attention to the problem at once.” We were entertained next bv Miss Elsie Moller, who gave us two fine piano solos. Through the aid of her friends, she had established a Department of Music in the cabinet and held the position of Secretary. Her two assistants, Aloma Davis, and Elda Aasen, were also great musicians. Each favored us with a choice selection from opera. At the head of the Educational Bureau was a lady whose name was formerly Clara Axe. She seemed to receive aid from a certain individual who sat beside her at the meeting, and I needed no word from Nelda to tell me that he was her husband. There were several visitors at the meeting who had just returned from visits abroad. The President’s able secretary proceeded to point them out to me. Among them were Miss Audrey Strong, first ladv Ambassadoress to Venus, and the Hon. Arval Hazelwood, Minister of Foreign Affairs to Mars. Each one of these gave interesting talks on the subjects they were best acquainted with. Other visitors present were the Hon. A. G. Dodge, Justice of the Supreme Court; Prof. Mervin Vincet Moller, scientist and inventor, and Miss Lucile Harris, Superintendent of the Federal Business Schools. The vice-president was not present at the meeting. On inquiry, I found that she, Miss F'ayma Arant, was a candidate for president at the next general election ard so did not wish to be mixed into the politics of the nation until that time. The two members who arrived late were the Secretary of Navy, Mr. Thomas Forrest, and the Secretary of War, Mr. Earl Clark. Both of theve gave excellent reports of what their departments were doing. Mr. Edward Bender, Secretary of the Interior, gave a talk concerning the new world as compared with the old. Mr. Bender’s talk came from his own experience, and, while profound and intellectual, was nevertheless very interesting to me. The day’s addresses were closed by a short lecture by Miss Vera Johnston, who, it seemed, was the head of the Department of Botanical Research, and who displayed many specimens she had collected in Venus and Mars which were strange indeed to me. At the conclusion of Miss Johnston’s address. President Mast arose and raising his gavel, pronounced the meeting adjourned. As the gavel sounded the strange new world in which I had found myself faded, and I found myself again in my old study. Morning had dawned, a new day had begun, and the new world was a dream. It was again 1925—but who knows what there may be in dreams? For my part I am looking forward to that class reunion in 1950. —Verna Hart. Page Fifteen