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

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Item 8. I, Margaret Shores, bequeath my school girl complexion to Leslie Barklow. Item 9. I, Rodney Davenport, will my position as student body president to some worthy junior. Item 10. I, Verna McNair, will my long waving hair to Hilda Fredenburg. Item 11. I, Wilda Barker, leave Shirley in the loving care of the Sophomore girls. Item 12. I, Sanford Wagg. bequeath my sober mien to the incoming freshmen. (They'll need it.) Item 13. I, Geraldine Watzling, will and bequeath to Libyan La-Branch one book on “Flirtations.” Item 14. I, Florence Felsher, leave to Herman Nelson my excessive pep. Item 15. I, John Dickson, leave the faculty expert readers of hieroglyphics. Item 16. I, Robert Ladd, bequeath to Albert Stibbits a “Contestant ribbon for next year’s oratorical tryout. Item 17. I, Helen Russell, leave a vacant place in the orchestra for some ambitious person to fill. Item 18. I, Robert Redell, leave my place on the all county football team to some boy in M. P. U. H. S. Item 19. I, Leland Wagner, leave my permanent wave to Elsie Axe. i- ‘ Ardyce Clinton, leave my unassuming manner to be divided between Crystal Guerin and Avolia Baker. Item 21. I. Alethea Barklow, joyfully leave mv bookkeeping desk to the next innocent martyr. Item 22. I, Josephine Wilson, bequeath the grand piano to someone to finish what Paderewski started. Item 23. I, Milton Schroeder, will mer Knight and William Baker. my attitude toward girls to El- Item 24. I, Eugene Hermann, leave my readv smile to the underclassmen to be used exclusively on the Seniors. Item 25. I, Lena Wallen, bequeath my place of being most highlv elevated person in the class to Bill Hulet. ' Hem 26. I, Lyla Holloway, bequeath to Jacque Holloway tondness for ice-cream suckers. my In witness whereof, we, the Class of ’26. do set our hard and seal to our last will and testament, this twenty-first dav of May, Anno Domini, one thousand nine hundred and twenty six. Page Twelve Class of ’26.

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the class of ’26, being sound of mind, sounder of body, soundest of voice, and about to take leave of our beloved friends and high school, do hereby devise, declare, and publish this, our last will and testament. We do appoint as executor of this will, our worthy janitor, Mr. Schroeder, and do command him to carry it out to the best of his ability. Clause I. To our sponsor, Miss Frazier, we leave our utmost gratitude for the help she has given us through our four years of high school. Clause II. To the faculty, we bequeath days of peace and nights of dreamless sleep—also all the startling information and amazing knowledge we have imparted to them in our various exams. Clause III. To the juniors, all our superior qualities and privileges along with our illustrious title—Senior. Clause IV. To the sophomores, we bequeath the demerits we have acquired in our four year course, also our superfluous pep. Clause V. We leave with the freshmen some of our discretion, also the hope that they will change their color to one of more fitting hue when they are sophomores. Item. 1 I, Ovid Hervey, bequeath my sense of humor to those Juniors who have no sense at all. Item 2. I, William Ladd, leave my vocabulary to be divided among the freshmen, with the hope that they will live to profit by it. Item 3. I, Maybell Dey, leave my gift of gab to anyone who can acquire it. (She couldn’t be persuaded to leave her contagious giggle.) Item 4. I, Edwin Keltner, leave my English book to anyone who understands it better than I do. (Come early to avoid the rush.) Item 5. I, Dena Mast, will my tactics in basketball to Thelma Snyder. Item 6. I, Norman James, leave to Llewellyn Southmayd my place on the honor roll, providing he will fill it. Item 7. I, Aileen Barker, bequeath my extra credits to Lyle Knight. Page Eleven

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A DIARY May 1—At last my trunks are packed, and I am almost ready to start on my long anticipated trip in my new James Airship. Norman sold me the first model he manufactured. I’m sure I won’t enjoy the trip by myself—but I can’t decide who to take with me. May 2—Here’s a perfect inspiration—I can ask all my old classmates if they’d care to go. We ought to have a reunion anyway. I’ll call Ovid, our class president, then he’ll find the rest. I remember now that he was disappointed in love when he was a senior, and is a lonesome wealthy bachelor. Perhaps I won't die an old maid after all. Well, we’re companions in distress, that’s something we have in common. May 3—Ovid located all of them, some of the guests have already arrived. I wasn't surprised when Senator Wagner and his wife Geraldine arrived, nor when Reverend Wagg appeared. I had always expected that Geraldine and Brick would marry and that Sanford would become a minister, but my real surprise came when the maid announced Mr. and Mrs. John Dickson, and John with the girl that used to be Josephine Wilson walked into the room. 2 p. m.—More guests arriving all the time—we’re having the time of our lives. Everyone exclaims over the change in everyone else. 1 surely feel elated over my bevy of important friends. Dr. Margaret Shores, who is now a very famous heart specialist (she has a huge practice), says that she’ll give her medical advice to all of us during the trip. Wilda Barker came a few minutes ago. I can hardly realize that she is the World’s Champion Typist, but it’s true. 7 p. m.—Norman James just arrived and has consented to pilot my airship for me. The air mail brought some letters and more guests: Dena Mast—Instructor of Physical Education at U. of O.; Eugene Hermann—famous comedian in cinema; Robert Redell, football coach at University of Wisconsin; Milton Schroeder, Professor at O. A. C.: and Helen Russell, who is accompanist for Jeritza. I received a letter from William Ladd saying that he had too many important law cases ahead to be able to come, but he offered advice about domestic troubles to his old classmates free of charge. Florence Felsher’s letter asked us to meet her and Lena Wallen in Paris. Florence is dancing there now, and Lena is one of Paris’s most eminent dress designers. I always get my most expensive gowns from her. Another letter was from Ardyce Clinton, saying that she was too busy to come. Just think. Ardyce is one of New York’s foremost bankers. It does seem impossible, I know, but still—nothing was ever impossible for any of us. Page Thirteen